And how.
“What made your body able to fuck me so hard?” she asked, stroking his muscular chest as the nuzzled her sore tits against his rib cage.
His eyes were closed but he was still awake. She could tell by the way that he squeezed her tight under his arm.
“They did something to me, and I am going to find out what,” he said. “Can you help me?”
“Sure,” Ella said. “Under one condition.”
“What's that.”
“You fuck me every night, just like what you did to me tonight. I need that every night. It made me feel … real.”
“Okay,” he said. “I'm sure my nuts will fill all the way up again soon. Be ready, because I might just wake you up and take you in the early hours of the morning.”
Ella smiled, pressing her tits to him harder and closing her eyes. She was going to sleep so well and it was because she felt so safe with him.
“I'm yours now,” she said, softly drifting off. “You own me. Every part of me.”
24.
Body
As
A
Vessel
The next morning, when Michael woke up, he felt more refreshed than he ever had in his life. It was like achieving full penetration and full release using Ella's body as a vessel of his beastly power was the ultimate liberating act.
Only this power certainly must have come at a price.
Michael rose from bed, while Ella was already in the kitchen. Some bacon was cooking on the stove, which smelled divine. As Michael walked in, Ella was scrubbing the stains of his hot load off the wall that he had sprayed the night before.
All she was wearing was a t-shirt, and she was squatted down, with her back to Michael. Her ass crack was peaking out from below the thin fabric.
He was too tired to take her anus again right there.
Maybe after the bacon.
“Sleep well?” Ella asked him, glancing his way over her shoulder.
He was naked himself, and his cock was flaccid. It was still hibernation mode for the beastly man he had become.
At least for now.
“I did,” he said, rubbing his balls that were sore from slapping so hard against her as he fucked her the night before. “I feel like I need to eat and sleep another twenty four hours again.”
“You're welcome to,” Ella said, finishing scrubbing the last little spooge mark form Michael's jizz from the wall, then rising to her feet.
Her nipples were hard beneath the t-shirt. Like pebbles on an Alaskan beach in winter time, beckoning to be fondled.
“The bacon will finish cooking shortly. I can suck your cock while you eat, if you want,” Ella said. “Nice and gentle.” She glanced down at his beef. “It looks like it needs a massage after pounding me so hard last night.”
25.
Half
Erect
Cock
Michael at the bacon as Ella polished off his half erect cock. He wasn't flush like he had been. No, he was too exhausted. His dick wouldn't stand at full attention but she did manage to breathe some life back into it, worshiping his rod as he chowed down.
Even with his superpowers, the previous day's events had pretty much tapped him out and put him down for the count. He was so starving, he licked the plate of every drop of bacon grease, only setting the porcelain aside when it was spotlessly clean from the sweeps of his long tongue which was undoubtedly bigger than he remembered.
Every smell was still so prominent in his sense of scent, too. Yes, Michael was still the thing that he had been turned into by the transfusion up at the military research facility.
He was just fucking wiped out from escaping, running eighty miles to Bloomington, and demolishing Ella's naked flesh during their long hot session.
As Ella slowly ran her cute little tongue up his shaft and massaged his balls, Michael watched her do her work. She was good. She sucked him off like she cared, like she enjoyed it, like she was worshiping him.
Yet his mind was haunted by what they had done to him. In a sense, he felt like the walls were closing in. He was probably worth a lot of money, now.
He knew it was only a matter of time before they came for him. And he was strong, but he wasn't superman. He still tired, eventually. He still felt pain, a little.
Michael somehow knew that he could still die, no matter how thick his skin was.
Ella slobbered on him, spitting, really getting into it. She just couldn't get enough of his dick and it did feel good, but Michael wouldn't be able to cum.
No, he'd fully drained his ball sack when blasting in the kitchen the night before, and what he needed now was more food, more sleep.
And he needed a plan.
26.
Set
Of
Nuts
It became apparent that Michael wouldn't be able to cum in Ella's mouth. She fucking wanted him to. She didn't want to stop. She didn't want to stop swallowing his meat shaft.
But there was definitely something on his mind, something he couldn't shake. He was obviously worn out, but he was also worried about something.
And there was so much Ella wanted to learn about him, about how he got the way he was, with his body that looked like he was a Greek god, with his huge cock, his set of nuts that were like pool balls.
And so she pulled her eager mouth off of his cock and looked up at him, swallowing the spit had collected on her tongue as she'd gone down on him.
“Do you wanna' talk about it?” Ella asked.
He looked at her, and she pressed up on his bent knees, bringing her own knees off the floor and then plopping onto the couch next to him in all his nakedness.
“I don't know what those bastards did to me,” he said, resting his head back on the cushion and looking up at the ceiling. “I don't even know who they are.”
“Did they install any kind of RFID chip in you?” Ella asked, placing her hand on his thigh and resting her own cheek on his big shoulder.
“RFID?”
“Radio Frequency Identification Device.”
“Shit, I didn't think about that.”
“What did they do to you anyway?”
“They gave me a blood transfusion. But I don't know what the blood was from. They said something about genetic engineering or something. It's hazy. I feel like I am some kind of freak of nature.”
“You said, before you took me in the kitchen last night, that you were going to the hospital and maybe they could help you there.”
Michael sighed.
“I think that's a bad idea.”
“Why?
“Because I don't know who's in on this vast conspiracy. I think they're trying to create a super soldier or something, to fight in world war three. I was never a conspiracy theorist until yesterday, until they took me to that place and I woke up a new man. I was never the tin foil hat type.”
Ella moved away from his shoulder, sitting upright on the couch cushion and looking at her alpha guardian.
She got a sudden idea.
“Maybe science isn't what you need,” she said.
He turned his head and looked at her.
“Huh?” he asked.
“I mean, maybe what you need isn't in the scientific realm. Maybe what you need is magic.”
Michael shook his head.
“That sounds kind of crazy.” He paused, then said, “But you know what, I am willing to try whatever to make this go away.”
“You want to be yourself again?” Ella asked. “You want to be … normal?”
“I know you wouldn't want to fuck me if I was normal. I know you let me take your ass and pussy because I was so raw, so instinctual, because I am so strong I could have killed you if I wasn't your protector.”
Ella thought he kinda' had a point. But she was willing to put all her sexual desires for more hot action with this werewolf (or whatever Michael was) aside, and give him the help he needed to reverse the shifting that had happened to him.
“I think I
know someone who might be able to help us,” Ella said. “Help you.”
“Yeah?”
She reached out and stroked his now flaccid cock.
“Someone who knows a lot about the supernatural.”
“Like an exorcist?”
“Kind of.”
Ella couldn't help it, she had to suck his dick again, so she bent over and wrapped her mouth around it and slobbered all over it. It was just such an incredible specimen of a cock. It was truly beastly, while still being visibly human at the same time.
Plus, she didn't know how much more opportunities she would have to fuck around with Michael while he was in his beastman form. Soon, she would take him to meet her colleague at IU, a fellow historian, mythologist, and an esotericist named Professor Redding.
27.
Something
Very
Dark
Afoot
After sleeping more throughout the day and giving Ella the deep dicking she seemed to require, it came time to go visit Ella's fellow IU professor. Michael was very nervous, not knowing what to expect. He was afraid – afraid of what he could do, of his powers.
And afraid that he would get Ella hurt, or any other innocent person that wasn't involved with the nightmare he found himself in.
It wasn't that Michael didn't like his new powers – his increased strength, endurance, and senses of smell and hearing.
In fact, he was getting used to being a superhuman.
The sense of dread that was overcoming him had more to do with thoughts of what was coming his way. He'd demonstrated that he was a very strong and powerful entity, when he'd vanquished dozens of guards to escape the top secret facility half way between Bloomington and Indianapolis.
Which begged the question – what were they going to send for him? Surely the shadow government that was in charge of the experiment Michael had undergone wouldn't just let him go. Surely they would send a small army to recapture him.
Or perhaps they would send someone that was just like him. Another shifter, another wolfman beastly mutant.
Ella drove Michael over to Professor Redding's house just after night fall. The streets of outer Bloomington were almost empty, sleepy. This was typical of college towns in middle America. Things basically shut down at eight o'clock, with only a few places open to ten and a few bars open later than that.
It was haunting, how quiet everything was. Everyone was going about their routines, in their homes, tucking their brood in as if life was continuing as it should be.
Meanwhile there was something very dark afoot, something most regular citizens of Indiana and America and the world would never knew about.
Nor should they have had to ever learn. It was best these people were kept unaware of what was going on beneath the surface in society. It was best they were kept wholly in the dark. For they wouldn't be able to handle the truth.
Michael barely was.
They arrived at a large house in Hoosier Acres, one of the most expensive and upscale neighborhoods in all of Bloomington. The house looked to be older than the others in the area.
“Are you ready?” Ella said, pulling her car into the driveway.
“That depends on what you're asking if I am ready for,” Michael said as Ella brought the vehicle to a stop in front of the garage door.
“Just trust me,” she said. “Because I trust Professor Redding.”
28.
“Always
a
pleasure.”
It had been awhile since Ella had seen Professor Redding. He was getting old, and didn't lecture at IU as much as he used to. Ella really liked the old man though. He was wise, and still had a mind like a steel trap. In fact, Ella thought that perhaps her mind would never know half as much as Professor Redding did.
The graying Professor was from an older school of academics than Ella. He'd spent far more time in the field, in the Middle East and India, mostly, studying ancient forms of magic and sorcery. All that field work tended to make one very wise indeed. And five years of book work could not replace the raw sensory data collected by actually going into the field and experiencing things first hand.
The professor opened the garage door and stood there with his cane and in a smart bespoke tailored suit as Ella drove her car into the garage, parking next to the old man's black Lincoln Continental. He smiled as Ella and Michael exited her car and greeted him.
“So nice to see you again professor,” Ella said, walking up to her colleague and mentor and hugging him gently. “Meet Michael.”
“Always a pleasure Ella,” Redding said, turning to look upon Michael. “And tis likewise a pleasure to meet you, Michael.”
The trio went inside as the garage door closed. Ella had only been to this house a few times before for dinner parties. It was full of fantastic relics and art work from around the world, and entering the interior was almost akin to browsing through a museum.
“Come,” Professor Redding said as they walked down a hallway towards the living room. “I've prepared tea.”
29.
Up
Bucking
Hay
Michael and Ella sat on a plush antique leather couch in the expansive living room of the mysterious Professor Redding's house.
The kind professor returned from the kitchen and served them hot tea on a tray, which Michael drank gladly. He was still very much exhausted by the whole ordeal, though his strength had returned enough so that he knew he could have punched his head through a brick wall, should the need have arisen.
“So tell me what beguiles you, Michael,” the Professor said. “And perhaps I can help.”
Michael told the Professor everything, starting with being in the hospital, Doctor Hutchins offering the experimental treatment, and moving on to the transfusion at the top secret research facility.
Professor Redding listened, nodding intermittently.
When Michael finished the story, he was almost worried that Professor Redding wouldn't believe him because the yarn was so fantastic. Michael didn't know it, quite yet, but the Professor was very much open minded to fantastic concepts and ideas.
“I can demonstrate what has happened to me,” Michael said. “If you don't believe it's true.”
The Professor smiled.
“I assure you Michael, I believe wholeheartedly that there are forces of great mystery forever beyond human understanding. It is only by embracing such a humility before an infinite universe, that is possible for human consciousness to expand indefinitely.”
Michael didn't understand much of what the Professor had just said. It sounded like a lot of mumbo jumbo. Michael was just a young man who had grown up bucking hay and bedding young women from neighboring farms in barns. His life had been pretty average, in a lot of ways – though also gifted and blessed.
But now it seemed that Michael's idyllic life had taken a turn for the worse. It seemed like Michael was now cursed. He wished he could just somehow get back to the farm, back to routine, back to normal.
“Might I ask,” the Professor said, “If you and my dear colleague Ella here have yet to copulate?”
Michael turned to Ella.
“Copulate?” Michael asked, not knowing the definition of the term, as of yet.
He would soon learn the meaning of the word, because he and Ella had indeed copulated. Her asshole was the first anus he had ever penetrated, in fact.
“Yes Frederick,” Ella said to the Professor. “Last night, he took my body in his hands, seizing me as if he could not resist the urge of the animalistic drive inside of him to be an alpha male.”
“Very interesting,” the Professor said. “It appears that sexual activity is some sort of catalyst, or rather sexual desire at least.”
“Yes,” Ella said. “It was like the sight of my body activated his beastly powers. It's almost as if her is primed to do two things above all else, fighting and fucking. And he will even neglect other needs such as food and rest in order to spray his seed in
mortal females.”
“And what do you think about this account by Ella, Michael?” the Professor asked Michael, turning to him.
“It sounds about right,” Michael said. “I mean, I feel like the beast inside me is kind of resting when I'm not triggered to anger or lust. It's like those are the only of the seven deadly sins I am capable of now, after I was shifted into my new form.”
Professor Redding smiled.
“Well then,” he said. “I think that the first order of business is to help you gain control over your lusts and your rage. That way, you will be able to walk among the ranks of the general public without calling too much attention to yourself.”
“I was hoping that you could help to reverse the process they did to me,” Michael said. “Since you know so much about magic.”
“Magic is a subtle art,” Professor Redding said. “It is gradual, it takes time. It's not like in the movies. The first step in any magical process is to gain control over the mind, to channel it, to build the foundation for enacting the human will upon the world.”
“How can we do that?” Ella asked.
Professor Redding turned to her.
“Sexual magic,” he said. “Ella, I will need you two to perform a sexual act, together again. Only one that is much more potent and powerful than the one you did before. You will need to open your body to him in order for him to open his mind.”
“You're talking about fisting magic aren't you?” Ella asked.
Professor Redding nodded.
“Yes Ella. You will need to stretch and gape your orifices for him, in order for him to make a breakthrough. You need to let him unleash his aggression on you, sexually, while I recite an incantation.”
Taken by the Beast Shifter Page 4