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As I ran my fingers up his chest, over his neck and up to his face, I tickled his nose and Kristoph wrinkled it, blinking his eyes awake.
“Oh,” he said, recognizing me after a second. “Good morning.”
“So. What’s your name? I still don’t know.”
“I told you. You have to guess.”
“But that’s no fair. I have nothing to go on. You haven’t given me any clues. How am I supposed to guess?”
Kristoph sighed and rolled his eyes.
“Okay. Do you want the truth?”
“Of course I want the truth!”
“Truth is… I don’t have a name. Not really. Werewolves don’t usually have names.”
“You don’t have names? How does that work?”
He shrugged. “Names don’t really matter that much. They’re arbitrary. Totally. They’re interchangeable. I change my ‘name’ every time I go to a new town.”
He sniffed the air.
“Scents, on the other hand—that’s something you can’t control, something you can’t change. Werewolves usually know each other by our scents. It’s just easier—I smell my friend and I know he’s around.”
“How do you call each other, then?” I asked, my mind slowly being blown as Kristoph revealed to me the complete arbitrariness of all names, of all signifiers in general. “Like, what if you need to get your friend’s attention in a crowded room?”
“Werewolves don’t go into crowded rooms.”
I sighed.
“Okay, but… What about in the woods? Late at night?”
“Oh, you could just yell out… ‘Hey you!’ ‘Who’s there?’ ‘I know you!’ You don’t need a ‘name’ to address someone.”
To drive home his point, he set off the word “name” with air-quotes, just so I didn’t get the wrong idea and think he really had a name.
“I was going to pretend that you have guessed right, actually, no matter what you said,” Kristoph admitted with a shy smile.
“Aw, really?”
“Really.”
“So, you were basically going to let me pick your name for you?”
“I… I guess you could say that, yeah.”
I placed my head on the back of my hands, thinking seriously about this. This was a significant responsibility!
“You know, I just think of you as Kristoph now. I can’t think of you as anything else…”
Kristoph’s face twisted into a warm smile. “Really?”
“Really really.”
He laughed and rolled out of bed. “Kristoph McNeil it is, then.”
I watched TV while he showered and then I showered. When I came out of the shower, a towel wrapped around me, I let out a shriek: there was a man in a suit in our motel room, sitting across the table from Kristoph.
“Chill out, Kandi,” Kristoph orderd. “This is Paul. My… business associate.”
“Greetings,” Paul said, barely paying me any mind.
“Kandi knows. Everything. She knows everything, Paul.”
“That’s fine. As long as she keeps her mouth shut.”
“She will,” Kristoph said, shooting me a look and a wink. I nodded eagerly.
“I’m good at keeping my mouth shut. I never said anything in school. That’s why I had to drop out.”
A mean smile curled over Paul’s face.
“Good girl. And, Kristoph—if that’s what you want to be called from now on, that’s fine with me—this is for you.”
He pressed an envelope towards Kristoph. Kristoph picked it up and I saw him open it: inside was a large, thick stack of hundred dollar bills.
“You definitely put on a great show the other night. This was the best haul yet. Take it easy, have some fun, and I’ll talk to you next month?”
“Of course. You got it, Paul.”
Paul rose and started towards the door. He nodded at me.
“Pleasure to meet you. I think you’ll be a good influence on our friend, here.”
With that, he left.
Kristoph glanced at me.
“So, what do you say? Want to help me spend this cash?” he said, waving the envelope at me.
I grinned and dropped the towel around me, revealing my wet, naked body to him.
“You know it.”
He gave me a wicked, hungry grin, the kind that made my chest tighten up and my blood run cold and hot at the same time. I knew from experience what that grin meant…
“What are you going to buy me first?” I asked, sauntering ever so slowly towards my wereman. He bit his lip, revealing one of those cruel, sharp fangs to me.
“Maybe some diamonds—would you like that?”
“I sure would,” I said, the smile on my face growing. “What else?”
“Any dress you want,” he said, his voice getting fainter as I stood in front of him, droplets of water hanging over my nipples. “We can go to your favorite store…”
“All my favorite stores are too cheap,” I said, rolling my eyes. I knelt in front of him and began to undo his pants. “I want to go somewhere expensive. I want to go somewhere I’ve never been before…”
“Like… Like where?” he asked with a gasp, groaning as I ran my tongue along his hardening were cock. “Where… Where do you want to go?”
“Aww, I don’t know…” I said with a little pout. “I guess you’ll have to do some research, huh?” I gave the tip of his cock a hot little wet kiss. Kristoph groaned.
“Mmm, I guess I will…” he whispered as my lips dropped down to his thick balls. I trailed my tongue along them, teasing him.
“I like Macy’s… And J. Crew… And Lord and Taylor…” I said, listing off the names of the stores at the fancy mall that I almost never went to unless it was to pick up one of my girlfriends who worked there. “And I like Banana Republic… And Hermes…”
“I’ve never heard of half those…” Kristoph moaned with a gasp as I took his cock into my mouth. Curling my lips over my teeth, I pulled off of him, looking up at him with a big grin when my face was only a few millimeters from his the tip of his cock.
“Well, this is why you have to learn. Besides, I can’t believe you haven’t heard of Macy’s… They have a big parade every Thanksgiving in New York.”
“Yeah, I’ve… I’ve heard of them…” he groaned as I slid my lips over his cock again, savoring the way his dick slid into my mouth and then down my throat as I pressed my nose to his pubic bone. “But not… not all of them.”
I decided my talking time was done. It was time for me to pleasure Kristoph, to show him what I could do…
I began to bob my head, faster and faster, slurping at his hard cock, letting it invade every nook and cranny of my mouth. God, but I loved sucking him, loved the way his cock filled my mouth, filled my throat…
“Fuck…” Kristoph murmured, his voice hungry with passion. “If you keep sucking me like that, girl… I’ll go to fucking Paris for you.”
Paris, huh? That wasn’t a bad idea at all…
Faster and faster I bobbed my head on his hard rod, feeling him twitch in my mouth, feeling the way his dick expanded to fill the space I allowed him. I couldn’t wait till he came, couldn’t wait till his hot wolf seed filled my mouth…
“Fuck… Fuck… Fuck… Anything you want…” Kristoph grunted, gritting his teeth. I grinned inwardly. That was exactly what I wanted to hear, especially as I massaged his balls, feeling the orgasm rising inside of him…
“I just gotta’ keep making money and you’ll get it all, baby girl…” he growled, gripping my hair. I whimpered in pain and pleasure, feeling him pull at my hair. It felt good. It felt like he owned me.
I liked being owned.
I bobbed my head even faster, forcing his dick deeper and deeper into my willing young throat. I was putting more effort into this blowjob than I ever had with a guy, but I wanted to show Kristoph. I wanted to show him that I was on his side, that I wanted to give him pleasure, to be everything he wanted.
I wanted
to show him that just as he was willing to fight for me in the ring, fight for my honor, fight for me to be in nice clothes and wear nice jewelry… I was going to fight for his pleasure. I was going to fight for his pleasure in bed and I was going to win.
We both had our fights and in our own ways, we both won them.
Baby
With a loud, triumphant groan, Kristoph’s orgasm arrived. I gasped onto his cock, gagging a little as stream after stream of his hot wolf’s cum spilled into my mouth. God, but this werewolf could cum buckets. I loved it.
And I loved the way it tasted. It wasn’t at all like a normal man’s cum—it was salty and sweet at the same time, tasting somehow like some sort of exotic European candy. It was incredible and I found myself craving that taste, craving it running over my tongue, spilling out of my lips, all over my face and onto my awaiting, hungried breasts…
I slurped up every drop I cloud, letting my tongue place over his cock, suckling down the last few bits of his seed as I cleaned him. I wanted him to understand that I could be a good little cocksucker for him, just as he would be my big, brave fighter…
His strong arms suddenly grabbed me around the legs and heaved me up into the air. I squealed in delight as he tossed me onto the bed and I landed directly on my back, my legs splaying open. This was just how he wanted me, I realized.
Spread eagle.
Ready for him to dive into me and devour me.
“Please, Kristoph…” I whispered, dropping a hand down to my wetness. I savored the sight of his hungry, half-naked body—the way his powerful chest, glowing and strong, containing the wolf deep inside but only just barely—heaved with each breath. I had really gotten him going, I realized. And he wasn’t about to let me stop at all, was he?
I spread my pussy for him, showing him how pink it was inside, my body bucking involuntarily for him, desiring his flesh, demanding it—God, but I wanted him bad. God, I needed him so bad…
And then, a moment later, Kristoph was on top of me. I arched my back, moaning as I felt his hot, hungry mouth pass over my inner thighs. My face contorted in a torture moan of pleasure and delight.
“Yes! Yes! Please, baby, please!”
He nibbled and teas me first, biting hungrily at my hot flesh. And god, it was all his. I wanted him to tease me, to make my flesh his all over again. I loved the feeling of his fangs pressing into my skin—almost enough to break the flesh, but not quite. No, that was a pleasure he would leave for later, I guessed…
“Please… Please, Kristoph…” I moaned, bucking my hips again, trying to entice his mouth onto my pussy. “Please… Eat me…”
“Not yet. You need to earn it first,” he growled, his voice sounding more like a wolf’s warning than a human’s voice. The sound of it alone sent thrills and chills up my spine and I sighed in pleasure and resignation, doomed to be tease, doomed to accept my teasing and gasp in delight…
“No… Don’t tease me…” I begged but there was no helping it. I was in for a teasing, I was in for a long, slow road to orgasm… And I couldn’t wait to get on my way. I wanted him to drive me crazy, to make me beg, to bring me to the point of no return and then slowly, ever so slowly, let me find my way back… And then bring me all the way back to the point of almost cumming, to the point of feeling like my heart was going to stop from the pleasure…
Slowly, ever so slowly, Kristoph’s mouth worked its way up my inner thigh, getting closer and closer to my wetness. I gasped and jerked my hips, pressing them forward, hoping he would finally grace my wet inner core with his hot tongue. I was not to be satisfied… This time.
He kissed his way back down, almost to my knee, and then going under my knee, to the soft flesh behind my knee cap, biting and nibbling me there. Oh, boy, but did that get me turned on…
“Yes, Kristoph, please!” I squealed, gripping my own breasts like a porn star. He licked me slowly, teasing me, and I gasped, my eyes widening in delight as he bit me—the pleasure and main intermingling as he bit his way up my thigh, up to my inner thighs all over again, spreading teasing kisses, teasing, naughty kisses, all over…
He was getting closer and closer to my wet slit once again and finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed him hard by the hair and directly his face right to my wetness, right to my hot core. I squealed in pleasure and ecstasy as I felt his mouth pass over my lips, pass over my hungry, needy pussy.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I groaned, pressing my hips towards his face, pressing my hips into his mouth. “Lick me, please! Lick my pussy! Eat me, baby…”
But Kristoph wasn’t going to give me satisfaction that easily. Oh, no. He began to work his way carefully over my pussy, licking me slowly, starting his tongue at the bottom of my slit and then moving to the top, the slower the better… God, but it was driving me wild. I was becoming as wild as him, my werewolf, my Kristoph…
“Please, lick me…” I groaned as his tongue disappeared into my folds, his nose pressing against my clit. “Oh, oh, oh… Oh, god!” I cried out.
Finally, his tongue was lashing my clit, slurping over my little nub of pleasure. I grimaced in delight, shuddering, my body shaking at he slathered in my pussy with ecstasy.
“Faster, faster, faster…” I moaned, gripping my breasts and pushing my hips forward. “Please, Kristoph, I need it… I need it so bad…”
“Beg for it,” he growled from downstairs. “Beg for me to make you cum.”
I reached down to grip his hair, digging my fingers hard into his scalp, into him, as I found myself getting closer and closer to that perfect, golden orgasm…
“Please, Kristoph, I’ll do anything!” I gasped as his tongue worked its way over my clit, swirling around, flicking it, teasing every part of me. “Please, please. I’ll do whatever you want… Just let me cum… Please… I need it… I need it so bad, Kristoph, so bad…”
And then, just like that, I was cumming. I was cumming loads. I had never cum so hard in my life—never been led to the moment of orgasm like this. I trashed in bed, shrieking and writhing as he made me cum, as he devoured my pussy, as I squirted all over his face. It felt like every single cell in my body was on fire and I loved it. I needed this all over again. I needed to feel him doing this to me… Every single day. Nothing else would satisfy me.
“Kristoph…” I whispered, running my fingers through his hair, feeling his hunger, feeling the way his hot, hungry breath ran over me. “That was amazing, baby… I loved it…”
“You’re going to love this too,” he whispered, pulling me up onto my knees. I was bent over on the bed, on my hands and knees—doggy style. Or more like wolf style?
“It’s all for you, baby,” I whispered as he entered me. I gasped, closing my eyes and shuddering as I felt him press deep into me.
“I’m going to make you mine… All mine… Do you hear me?” Kristoph groaned, pushing his hips into me hard, into me fast. “You’re all mine…”
“Yes, Kristoph,” I groaned, hanging my head and gasping with pleasure. “Make me yours. Take me. I’m all yours… I belong to you, baby…”
I shrieked, throwing my head back as his cock touched my g-spot, touched the hottest, hungriest parts of me. I whimpered like a little girl losing her virginity for the first time as his powerful hips pummeled into me, driving deeper and deeper and deeper, pulling me into my pleasure, into a permanent miasma of pleasure and ecstasy.
“It’s all for you, Kristoph…” I gasped over and over again. “All for you… Do whatever you want to me… Please, baby…”
“That’s right,” Kristoph growled, grabbing me hard by the hair and pulling it back as he rode me. “Do you understand? You’re all mine…”
“Please, Kristoph…” I moaned. “Cum in me… I want to feel your cum inside of me…”
I gasped at the idea. Did I want that again? Yes. I did. And I wanted it to take root—I wanted Kristoph to get me pregnant.
“Put a baby in me, Kristoph… I want to give you a son…”
Th
at must have pushed my werewolf over the edge because moments later, he was cumming, grunting and gasping over me, growling… He bit into me, hungry and horny, his cock spilling his seed into me, stream after stream of that hot torrent filling my womb. I whimpered in bliss, feeling and loving the way it stuck to my insides, the way it filled me up…
“Thank you, baby…” I gasped, my pussy massaging him, trying to get every last drop out of his cock. “Thank you… Thank you… Thank you…”