"Some guys just aren't very understanding," Decker observed, managing to keep a straight face.
*Really,* thought the werewolf. *So next I tried picking somebody up in a bar...*
"And that's where I come in," Decker said. He was eying her pink nipples and thinking this whole thing might prove a lot more interesting than he'd thought.
*Well, not exactly,* the werewolf said. *There was another guy first, last month. I figured he was going to run off on me like Bill did, so I jumped him as soon as I changed and held him down. He wasn't nearly as strong as you, so I didn't have any trouble. But he wasn't...Well, hard. I thought maybe a blow job would help, but when I pulled down his pants and bent toward his cock, he passed out cold.*
"Poor bastard probably thought you were going to bite it off," Decker observed, unable to stop a grin.
*I figured that out,* the werewolf thought indignantly. *But really, that's so GROSS. Like I'd do something like that.* She shook her head, then went on, *But you know how guys sometimes get hard when they're asleep, so I started to suck him anyway. But my mouth...my teeth are just too LONG...*
Decker cringed, both hands sliding to cover his cock of their own accord. "You DIDN'T bite it off..?!"
*No, of course not. But I...nicked him a little. So then I got upset and left. Tonight I decided to try again...*
Suddenly the light dawned, and he stared at her. "Wait a minute. You were planning to rape me!"
*I wouldn't have hurt you!* the werewolf protested. *I just need a little of your come. Here and...there.*
Decker started to get indignant, then remembered his plans for Lynn earlier that evening. Considering his own glass house, he probably shouldn't throw stones. He sighed. "All right, Lynn. What do we have to do to break the curse?"
She brightened, smiling broadly. It was an unfortunate thing to do, considering her dental work. *You'll help me?*
"Sure, if you'll just close your mouth."
The werewolf ducked her head and snapped her fanged jaws closed.
"Now," Decker continued, "Just what is it I have to do?"
*It's the...umm…cum that breaks the spell,* the werewolf explained. *Once we do it, I'll be back to normal.*
Decker grinned slyly, eyeing those furry breasts. "Well, I don't think the cum is going to be a problem." Gently, he reached out and took her hand, careful of the claws, then led her toward his bedroom. She trailed after him.
Decker's bedroom was decorated in heavy cherry wood colonial furniture, the bed a massive king. The werewolf sat down on it primly, and he joined her. Lowering his head to one of the pink nipples that had been taunting him all evening, Decker took it into his mouth and began to suck until it beaded against his tongue. Delicately, he raked the little nub with his teeth. A sound rumbled from her, something between a growl and a purr. Encouraged, he sucked harder, than paused to alternate nibbles and licks.
A big, clawed hand closed over the back of his head.
For a moment, Decker froze. Then the hand moved, stroking his hair. Relieved, he lifted a hand to squeeze her other breast.
Soft. God, she was so soft. Her fur was the silkiest thing he'd ever touched, not coarse and canine at all, but more like a cat's belly fur. His fingerpads delighting in its silken feel, he took her more fully into his hand, stroking, reveling in the combination of soft female breast and velvet fur.
Aroused, Decker pushed her back into the thick blue comforter covering his bed. Shedding the remains of his robe, he followed her down and covered her. He moaned in delight as her kitten pelt caressed his naked body, groaned as she gently brushed a soft furred hand along his waist. She was careful with her claws, very careful, and the stroking she gave his tautly muscled ass made his head spin in delight.
Rearing over her, he began to touch her everywhere, reveling in the thousand sensations her body offered, enjoying the range of textures found in her fur--raw silk over her breasts, a thick mane down her back, velvet over her tight, small ass, satin on her thighs. She arched under him, rumbling in delight, twisting deliciously with each caress he gave her.
Lynn began to return the favor, as fascinated by his body as he was by hers, stroking his hard muscled belly until he shivered in delight, delicately ranking the very tips of her claws along his thick shoulders and slab biceps. Her long pink tongue flicked out, sampling, tasting the sweat that beaded on his skin.
Unable to take any more, Decker shuddered and dragged himself out of her arms to bury his face between her lovely, muscular thighs. She was creaming, and the scent was like nothing he'd ever smelled. Human woman, and yet not, musky and erotic and dizzying, intoxicating him as he began to lap at her in a sensual delirium.
*Now, Decker,* Lynn thought, hot urgency pouring from her mind.
He ignored her and kept licking, tonguing her sweet folds, nibbling her labia.
*NOW, Decker...*
Decker took her clit deeply into his mouth and began to suck, ruthlessly intent on making her come.
She surged up with a growl and grabbed him, jerking him up from between her thighs. Decker gasped in astonishment at her strength. Flinging herself back down, Lynn pulled him up to face her, dragging his considerable weight along her delicious contours. Before he could move, she flung long, furred thighs around his waist. *NOW, DECKER!!*
Unable to stop himself, he thrust, driving deep into her heat and softness and clamping muscles. She engulfed him, wet, searing, stripping him of sanity. Decker began to hunch against her, frantic as an animal, more aroused than he'd ever been in his life. There was nothing in his head but the need to fuck, fuck her, fur and fangs and claws notwithstanding.
Lynn keened, grinding her furry body against his as she surged and rolled and bucked under him. And each move, each thrust, was a feast of sensation, of softness and hardness and wet, searing sex.
She came with an ear splitting howl, convulsing under him, writhing her body against his. Unable to help himself, Decker drove to his full length and froze there, cock pumping squirt after burning squirt of cum, emptying his balls and his brain of everything but the blinding pleasure of it.
His orgasm seemed to touch off a second climax for her; she began to twist again, howling, going wild, her voice getting higher and higher as she screamed in pleasure. Her cunt muscles clamped, and Decker arched like a hooked trout, howling a little himself at the glorious sensation.
He was so caught up in his own pleasure that he didn't realize she was changing until it was almost over. Her body began to contract under his, rapidly assuming more human contours, that wonderful fur disappearing back into her pale skin. Fangs and claws vanished as Lynn's face twisted, muzzle seeming to melt back into the lovely feminine nose and mouth he'd admired earlier that evening.
Then, before he knew it, there was a human woman under him, naked and smooth, without a hint of fur in any but the usual places.
Decker was surprised to find himself a little regretful.
"Ooooooh, Decker," Lynn said, voice breathy and a little hoarse from growling. "That was wonderful." She lifted her long arms and threw them around his sweaty back in a hug. "How can I ever thank you for breaking the curse?"
Decker, looking down, noticed how slender and delicate her throat was. A vein throbbed temptingly under her soft skin. "I think," he said, "we can work something out."
The End
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