Bite Me
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Breathlessly, she rolled the surprisingly pliant beast over onto his back and without preamble, lowered herself onto his stiff wolf prick fucking the hairy sheath with abandon. The werewolf grunted as he met every thrust, banging deep inside of her as far as she could stand it. Mariah rode him, her head thrown back, lolling with pleasure as he stretched her nearly to the breaking point.
This was raw mating and Mariah loved it, clutching at the fur on his chest with shaking fingers. He fucked her until she spasmed above him and finished off with a hot spurt of his wolf juices into her, his canines sharp and gleaming as he came.
She collapsed atop him and when she came to the werewolf was gone, replaced by Greg, her erstwhile co-worker who looked very pleased with himself -- and with her. "Are you okay?" he asked, brushing her sticky hair away from her face.
"Never been better," she purred and meant it.
"Just to let you know, you are my first. Mate, that is," he said, with endearing shyness. It was quite the contrast to the beast he was, in bed and out. "I never felt any woman would be willing."
"They don't know what they're missing," Mariah said, stretching out and rubbing her nipples lazily. She felt absolutely sated, fucked out, filled and sore. It was glorious. "I don't suppose we could try this again sometime."
Greg sat up and looked intently at her. "Wolfs take mating seriously. Werewolves aren't that much different. When I transform again, I will be seeking you out and if you're willing ..."
Mariah laughed. "Oh, I'm willing all right. But do I really have to until a full moon?"
Greg grinned at her. "Maybe. Or maybe not. I think I'll keep you guessing."
Oh, this was going to be fun. "So unfair. I suppose we'll have to get moving. My family might get worried about me if I don't get in touch with them at some point." She looked down at her nakedness and then over to her shredded clothing covering the floor. "I don't suppose you have ..."
"A t-shirt and some sweat pants? Yep. I rip my clothes a lot too, as you might imagine." With a wry grin, Greg leaned over and kissed Mariah, sweetly on the mouth, his not-quite-beastly tongue caressing hers.
She sighed into the kiss. Even this part isn't so bad. And the benefits to come ...
Were going to be wild.