Date Night with a Werewolf Girl

I wanted to gorge on her drippy sweet scent until she was too blissed out to be scared of my knot.

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Content Warnings: this is an erotic short story, including mentions of monstrous features, abilities, and appendages. All characters involved are enthusiastically consenting. This particular story includes knotting, mate-biting, a lot of foreplay, a little bit of breeding talk, and overstimulation. There’s also a sort of moon-induced descent into madness, but both characters are fully prepared for it. I wrote this story from the POV of an mtf trans girl who has not gotten bottom surgery. Because these characters have been friends for so long, there are some mentions of her pre-transition, referring to her as a “boy” in quotations, meant to denote how she was treated/seen by others at the time. I am not trans, but a ton of my favorite erotica is written by trans folks, so hopefully I did ok. If you feel like I really fucked it up or failed to include something important in this content warning, you can fill out this form to let me know.

Of course she was ovulating during our last full moon together. As we hiked up the mountain, I studied the dirt path under her brown sneakers so I wouldn’t stare at her ass in those little ripped shorts. I did my best to make it seem like I was panting because of the steep incline of our hike, not because I was huffing her like paint. When she was ovulating, her natural sweet summer scent turned all honeyed and drippy like a popsicle, and it took all my self-control not to lick her up. She was my best friend in the entire world, had been since we were 10. And she was basically the only person alive who didn’t know I was in love with her.

We reached the final crest of the mountain, and my best friend turned around with the old school disposable camera in her hands and took a snapshot of me. The sun was a small slice of orange on the horizon, the sky dark blue above us and the stars beginning to peak out. The full moon, I knew, was behind me, neatly bracketed by two green mountains, the valley we lived in below out of frame. There were dozens of these photos of me over the last decade in the scrapbook tucked into her pink backpack. She’d been saving every memory we’d made with each other since 5th grade in that big black book. And tomorrow it would get on a plane with her forever to another state. Perhaps to be filled with memories we experienced without each other.

“Last one,” she grinned, and my stomach dropped at the casual reminder until she started spinning the dial on the camera over and over again. Oh. Last photo left on the film.

The cabin was nearly invisible from the regular footpath, covered by some invasive plant species. A trailside bathroom break behind it on a family hike had revealed to her that there was a working door in the back unencumbered by the plants. It was a pretty solid structure, all things considered. It was just one big room with a fireplace that I’d cleared out a few years ago so we could finally set a proper fire inside. The walls were all sturdy, grayish wood, and the floorboards were only rotted a little in one corner where water was beginning to seep in through the old roof.

It wasn’t pretty, but we’d made it home. Battery-operated twinkle lights draped from the ceiling and warm solar-powered lamps we hid on the roof were set up in the corners. All sorts of disposable camera prints were tacked onto the walls, many faded with time and curling around the edges from years of morning fog slipping through the cracks.

I started unpacking the much bigger backpack I carried with camping bedrolls, jugs of water, and food. I probably could’ve hefted a couch up here if I’d been able to figure out the logistics, but she’d always been content to just lounge on pillows and blankets layered over a clean tarp on the floor. It was still a little too warm out for a fire, but for the first time in months, I watched her air out the pretty green and pink quilt she’d made during her sewing phase that we kept in sealed bins in the cabin year-round. It smelled like both of us, like long full moons cuddling in the cold. Like everything I’d always wanted.

I concentrated on a small, specific task to control the wolfy urges until they settled a bit from being in such a confined space with her. I carefully laid out our snacks and drinks next to my empty pack in alphabetical order. Then, when that didn’t quite settle me, I did it again by the size and color of the containers. I had a hamster wheel in my brain trying to figure out how to get away from the cabin before I went furry and lost all my good sense.

It wasn’t that I wasn’t me when I shifted. I was just too moondrunk to give a fuck about human niceties anymore. Like cooking meat before eating it or wearing clothes or not sticking my snout between my best friend’s thighs like a poorly trained dog. Which I already felt pretty compelled to do on a regular day, but especially when she smelled like that. I shook my head like a wolf after it rained, trying to shake loose the dangerous daydreams of finally tearing her clothes off and finding out if she tasted as sweet as she smelled, then blaming it on the full moon afterward.

“You’re so quiet today,” her concerned voice broke my hyperfocused concentration. “Is everything ok?”

No. I want to fuck you into the next month and you smell like you’d let me.

“Yeah, I just…” I sighed, and admitted to what was really bothering me. “I’m sad this is our last time up here together.”

She patted the spot beside her in her sleeping mat that had transformed into a little pillow nest. I hesitated. To a normal person, that invitation in her simple blue t-shirt and shorts wouldn’t exactly be seductive. But I wasn’t a normal person, I was an infatuated over-thinker wondering, did she pick the shirt with my favorite fruit on it to make me think of biting her? Was she wearing all those yellow accessories because she wanted to get my wolf’s attention with the only color I could see when I shifted? I’d wanted to tell her a thousand times in a thousand different ways that I was in love with her. All this time slipping through our fingers before she left had me desperately holding back from doing something stupid. I didn’t want our last night together until the holidays to be spent being awkwardly rejected. I didn’t want to wonder in a week if she wasn’t responding to my texts because she was busy at her new job or because she was uncomfortable with my feelings for her.

So I gave myself one final stern talking to about how an ovulating human girl inviting me into her makeshift pillow fort was not the same as a werewolf girl in heat inviting me into her nest, and settled stiffly beside her. We both sat with our backs to the sturdiest cabin wall, heavily cushioned by pillows, and bundled under the lightweight quilt perfect for the cooler but not quite cold temperatures of early fall. I let her fuss with her setup—she was a real life princess and the pea—and forcefully kept my restless wolf from rewarding her care for me with a mating bite.

“How are we on time?” she asked, as if sensing my other half in the room with us.

“An hour or two, I think,” I said, seeing the last glimmers of daylight slipping through the cracks in the walls. Thank God. I couldn’t profess my stupid feelings if I was furry.

“Ok good.” She turned to me and squared her shoulders resolutely. “So, I’ve been looking at my budget now that I have a better idea of my living expenses and my paycheck. And I think I can swing coming here to visit every month. I might need a couple months at first just to recuperate from moving costs and any new household stuff or whatever I might have to buy, but once things settle down…”

I literally couldn’t hear anything she said after that under the howl of triumph inside me at this news. She wants me, my stupid wolf brain that didn’t know anything about humans decided. Mine.

“… but yeah, I’m pretty sure even with savings, I can totally still come up here with you.”

“Really?” I rasped, unsure if I was going to cry or growl possessively. Mine.

She nodded eagerly.

“You’d come back every month just for me?” My heart was pounding and I felt my claws itching to extend.

“Yeah…” She turned shy, uncertain eyes up to me, and I could tell I was about to do something wolfy and stupid. “If you want.”

The sun finally slipped beneath the horizon outside, shifting my eyesight. I saw heat as light and cold as shadow in the dark, except for the bright yellow in the bracelets on her wrist and in the pretty claw clip in her hair. With her body temperature just a little bit hotter tonight from ovulating and her eyes all big and vulnerable, she glowed like an angel in my vision.

“I love you,” I blurted out, too overwhelmed by the way she looked and the way she smelled and just the everything about her to be nervous anymore.

She smiled beatifically. “I love you too, duh.”

I could’ve left it there, could’ve left us just as friends. But she’d offered to come back every month for me and she’d invited me into her nest and she was my person. My forever and ever amen person. She’d been my person since the third day of 5th grade when our teacher had randomly paired us together for a group project. She’d hidden a funny doodle in my notebook that made me snort milk out of my nose laughing at the lunch table when I saw it. She’d been my person through my transition into a wolf, and into a girl. Through being out queer kids in high school, through the stumbling first steps of adulthood in college, through my top surgery and her broken ankle. Through every heartbreak and family fight and failed test. I wanted her to be my person and risk snorting my drinks across the table for the rest of my life.

So I finally said, “No, I mean… I love love you.”

Ugh, that sounded so stupid. I love love you? Like marching up to a girl in seventh grade and declaring I like like you. We were twenty-two, not twelve!

She looked up at me just long enough for the panic to start to set in before she whispered, “I love love you too.”

Wait.

“Like, romantically?”

“Uh huh,” she nodded.

“Like… like, sexually?”

I watched as her eyes dilated just the tiniest bit more than they already were in the dim glow of the twinkle lights. Listened to her heart beating just as fast as mine. Smelled her scent deepen in a way that had my fangs pushing at my gums hard enough to make my jaw ache.

“Yes, definitely,” she said breathlessly. “Like, yes, a lot.” She swallowed and I wanted to follow the movement of those muscles with my tongue. “You, too, right?”

I nodded stupidly because all of my human brain function had been replaced by a wolf snarling Mine. Want now. Mine. And it must’ve been all over my face because her heart started racing even faster as she looked up at me. Her scent was lush and a less sugary, more earthy sweet now, like squeezing an almost too-ripe fruit and letting its juice run. I needed that juice running down my chin like a dehydrated woman needed a bottle of water.

And then the tip of her tongue darted out to wet her lips.

I couldn’t even blame it on the moon. How many years had I spent watching her biting her lip when she was concentrating on engineering homework, putting on chapstick in winter, or licking a drop of mountain dew off her lips, and wished it could be me? I could be the one biting her lips or pressed against them or licking them clean. My furry form didn’t have lips for kissing, only my human one did, and it had been dying to taste her lips since the first time I really wanted to kiss anyone. So I couldn’t blame anyone or anything but me for the way I kissed her without asking first. It was just a warm press of our mouths together, but it was still the best kiss of my life because it smelled like her.

I couldn’t blame the moon on the next kiss or the one after that, either. Not when her lips were so soft, just like I’d always known they’d be. And definitely not when she was sighing against me and wrapping her arms around my shoulders. I could maybe blame the moon for the way I pulled her into my lap, as if kissing my best friend didn’t feel like I was sixteen again bumbling my way through my first backseat experience. Like I had any idea what the fuck I was going to do with her once she was there, all warm and soft in my arms.

I could definitely blame the moon for the way my nails had sharpened into claws that I scratched gently against her scalp where I’d slid my fingers under her messy bun. But I wasn’t going to hold a grudge about it when she was shivering and pressing her breasts against mine at the sensation. Her tentative tongue darted past my lips and a big, happy wolf sound filled the room like smoke.

Woah there.

The sound brought me back to reality. It was way too close to my change to be doing this. And there were a lot of really important things we needed to discuss in the hour or two we had left before I went furry and then she went away for a month. Were we dating now? Were we exclusive? How were we going to handle long-distance? What if we weren’t sexually compatible? What if this blew up in our faces?

I thunked my head back against the wall and looked at her. Fuck, that was a bad idea. She was all pant-y and mussed and blushing. She was gorgeous on a good day, and in the heat glow of ovulation, with her lips all swollen from kissing and her pupils blown wide, she was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. I trailed my hands down her back, touching her the way I’d wanted to for over a decade, and watched her watch me.

Her soft hands cupped my cheeks and I didn’t fight her when she leaned in for another kiss. I wasn’t stupid. It was her. She was here, in my arms, kissing me. And she felt the same way I did. It was every fantasy and dream I’d ever had, and I wasn’t going to let the stupid moon get in the way.

“Fuck, is this real?” she breathed against my lips, apparently on the same wavelength.

“I fucking hope so,” I mumbled between kisses.

She giggled and pulled back again to look at me. I watched her watch me, probably looking at my rapidly yellowing eyes. “Too wolfy to talk about this right now?”

I shook my head. “I’m still here.” She shifted in my lap, and I gripped her hips firmly to keep her from squirming against anything distracting. “But maybe it’s a good idea to, uh, disengage.”

“Like a rocket?” she teased, rolling off my lap into her pillow nest and slinging her legs across mine like we’d done a thousand times.

Experimentally, I put my hands on her bare skin, one just above her knee, the other on her shin. My claws lightly dimpled her soft thigh, making me think about how well she’d take my bite. I shook my head again like a wet dog, and forced myself to only look at her face. As if that was a hardship.

“So… what now?” I asked.

“Like, tonight, or in general?”

I shrugged awkwardly. “Either.”

She laced her fingers over her belly, drawing my eyes to the only color I could see in the room, her yellow bracelets. There was a theory that the reason werewolves could only see yellow was because it was the color our eyes turned when we were full grown adults. Since werewolves sort of came out the gate 9 feet tall and sturdy, even at twelve or thirteen, one of the only visual ways to tell who was breeding-eligible was by the color of their eyes. Was that why seeing those yellow curlicue bracelets on her wrist turned me on a little bit? Or was it that her hands happened to be resting exactly where they’d land when she looked up at me while I marked her from the inside for the first time. Belly my wolf brain demanded, ever the traditionalist. Need her on her belly. Now. Mine.

Fuck. Was nowhere safe to look?

I focused on the raggedy photos hanging from little strings and clothespins across the room so I wouldn’t end up knotting her face first into this dirty cabin floor.

“Is it crazy that all I can think about is like a five to ten year plan?” she asked, her mind now on a completely different frequency from mine. “Like, I know you’re in grad school for the next, like, forever. And I have a contract with my company for three years. But… maybe, when my contract’s up I could move closer for your last couple years of school?” Her voice tipped up hopefully. “And then wherever we go after that will be together?”

“Not crazy,” I reassured her. “But I don’t want you to have to be the only one making sacrifices. Coming here for full moons, moving back when you never wanted to stay here? It needs to be more balanced than that.”

Her eyebrows were knit in distress at the conundrum in front of us when I only wanted her looking that earnest about how deep I was inside her and how good I was making her feel. Shit. I snapped my head forward to stare at the wall again. Maybe I was too wolfy for this conversation.

“We don’t have to solve all that tonight,” I said with an edge of a growl in my voice from the coming change.

She ran gentle, soothing fingers along my arm. “You still with me?”

“For a little bit longer.”

Her fingers slid down my arm to tangle gently with mine resting on her thigh. My human skin was getting so raw and sensitive as it prepared to sprout thick gray fur. Just touching like this was a wonder. We’d gone through an affectionate, hand-holding stage in middle school, but then everyone thought we were dating,so I stopped. Not because I was embarrassed to be known as her “boy”friend, but because I wanted to be able to hold her hand the way all the other girls our age held hands. Everyone kept trying to make me cut off the sensitive, affectionate parts of myself to be “like other boys”, and all I’d wanted was to be as soft and cuddly as the other girls. Between both my transitions and her coming out, surviving puberty, and learning how to be adults in college, we’d never gotten a chance to just hold hands or go on awkward but hopeful dates together. All our firsts had been given away to other people, and the pining little girl in me that had always wanted to be like everyone else didn’t want to skip any steps we didn’t have to.

“I think…” I cleared the wolf out of my throat. “What if we took it slow for a little bit?”

“Slow?”

I knew that tone in her voice. We could never go back to a place where we had to learn each other’s nuances from scratch like other people, but that wasn’t the part I wanted to slow down for. Hearing the tiny note of hurt in her cautious question, knowing what her favorite flowers were already, those were like cheat codes to beat the hardest video game bosses. I just didn’t want to skip past dressing up for her for our first date and surprising her for stupid couple milestones like hard launching our relationship on social media or our one month anniversary.

I wove our fingers together, officially holding hands as a couple for the first time, and said, “Yeah, y’know, like getting you all dressed up and taking you on a date. Making out on the couch instead of going all the way. Doing the candles and the music our first time. All the stuff we should’ve been doing with each other instead of Becky Hallston.”

She groaned good-naturedly and rolled her eyes at the mention of the girl we’d both lost our virginity to in college by accident. In my defense as the second one to hook up with her, I’d only ever heard her called Rebecca by our professor in class. It wasn’t until after the fact that we realized in horror that our Becky/Rebecca was the same person.

“Seriously,” I laughed. “I haven’t waited all this time just to skip over the good stuff and spend all our time worrying about where we’re going to live in five years.”

“How long is ‘all this time’ you’ve been waiting?” she asked suspiciously, narrowing her eyes at me.

Fuck.

“Um, like… forever?”

“Nuh uh!” she swatted my leg with her free hand, never disentangling our fingers. “I’ve been waiting forever. I picked you as my partner in Miss Daniel’s class because I had a crush on you.”

I shook my head. “Our partners were randomly assigned.”

“Nooo,” she said slowly like I was stupid. “We got to pick. But you were reading your book and not listening so, I, uh…”

“You lied to be my partner?” I asked, laughing incredulously.

“You were so pretty!” she said defensively, squirming next to me uncomfortably. “I’d never seen a “boy”—” she put up scare quotes with her fingers, bracketing the blush spreading across her cheeks—“that I wanted before, so I figured I’d better make a move before someone else got you first.”

I scoffed. I’d been a small, little elf-like “boy” with what my brothers called creepy doll eyes. I was not on anyone’s radar. Except, apparently, hers.

The implications of what she was telling me sunk in slowly. “So… we could’ve been doing this, this whole time?” I asked incredulously. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

She smacked me again with her free hand. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

I gave her a look. “In what universe was I going to say anything?”

She pouted so prettily, her hair all over the pillows under her, that I knew I was in trouble. I was already completely wrapped around her finger. “You literally just did say something! You said ‘I love you’ first!”

“That’s different.” I was mostly bickering for the sake of it, because her little grumpy high-pitched voice had always sounded like a wolf in heat to me. “I can’t be held accountable for anything I do on the full moon. You pinky-promised, remember?”

“Oh my god!” she struggled upright, staring at me accusingly. “Did you make me promise because you thought you might say you were into me?!”

“Um…”

She made an exaggerated noise of frustration and flopped back on the pillows. I was no better than a man watching her boobs bounce with the motion. This night was not worth surviving if I didn’t get to feel them against me at least one more time. I slid onto my side, hovering over her on one arm, one of my hands gliding up her hip and settling on her ribs.

“Don’t be mad at me.” My voice came out way wolfier–and therefore sexier–than I’d intended it to. “I was just scared to fuck us up. You’re my best friend,” I said as I slid my hand up to just under her boob.

The way her breathing picked up and her eyes dilated again told me she was as aware of where my hand was inching as I was. I cupped her soft breast for the first time and ran my thumb over the nipple poking through her t-shirt. She gasped and arched her back into my touch.

“I thought we were going slow,” she said breathlessly.

Knot first. Slow after, my wolf brain nearly managed to say with my human mouth.

“I told you,” I growled instead, “I can’t be held accountable for anything I do on the full moon.”

She slid her fingers into my hair and tugged me down to kiss her. I was drunk on the moon and her scent and the little sounds she made as I learned how to tug on her nipple gently just the way she liked. I rolled on top of her so I could give her other nipple the attention it deserved and found myself between her soft thighs. I slid an arm under her to feel her ass since I was making unwise decisions now anyway, and held her core against where I was hard for her. She made a sweet whine against my lips that made me want to sink my teeth into her neck to hold her down until I was knotted inside her. She smelled like honeyed fruit and sticky summer nights, and she shivered in my arms when my claws scraped her ass through her jean shorts.

She didn’t waste time with over-the-shirt action, sliding her hot human hand up my belly to touch me this time. She tugged on my nipple, making my abs flex at the shocks of pleasure it sent through me. Her tongue was in my mouth, twining and teasing with mine until my fangs started to press out of my gums. Fuck, I was going to hurt her if she wasn’t careful.

I gently, gently pulled away from her mouth. She protested with a heat whine, and I growled a wolfish reprimand for teasing me while I was trying to get my teeth away from her perfect little tongue. I knew she didn’t mean to send out all these perfect knot me, keep me, fill me up sounds, but that didn’t mean I was immune to them. I loved her like crazy, had wanted her for years, and now she was whining all over me and fucking ovulating on a full moon. I was doing my best. Hopefully in the morning, she’d forgive me.

She blinked up at me owlishly as we both panted. Her eyes were heavy and full of lust as they stared at my three sets of fangs.

“That’s so hot,” she whispered.

“It won’t be hot when I have to run you down the mountain to the car and you have to go to the emergency room alone with a shredded tongue,” I growled.

Goosebumps broke out over her arms and legs. Her nipples strained even more through her shirt. “I love your voice like this.”

She’s your best friend, I found myself chanting, and I wasn’t really clear anymore on the boundaries between human me and wolf me. She’s human. She’s fragile.

I thought about the one girl I’d ever tried knotting, the way she’d stretched so prettily open for me. Humans weren’t that fragile. Then again, my ex had absolutely hated the experience and immediately made me pull out, despite my explanations that it would be more painful than waiting. Tonight was not the night to try that again. This was too important. She was too important.

“I think I need to go,” I said with the wolf in my voice, staring at her beneath me the way I’d always imagined. Her body was so fucking perfect. I wanted to gorge on soft flesh and curves and her drippy sweet scent until she was too blissed out to be scared of my knot. But that was a fantasy, and the reality would probably be overwhelming and too aggressive for her. Especially for our first time.

“Why?” Even her confusion kind of turned me on.

“Because I don’t want to stop.”

We were quickly approaching what she’d dubbed my ‘wolfy phase’, where I was technically in my human skin and capable of human speech, but I had moon rocks for brains. Sometimes I ran little laps around the tiny cabin and sniffed every nook and cranny for new scents. Sometimes I sat outside and just stared at the moon with my mouth open, head completely empty. And other times, I flopped on top of her like a wolf who thinks it's a lapdog and covered myself in her scent. Maybe snuck a lick or two against her hand or her cheek while she giggled and thanked me for my doggy kisses.

I could really go for a less wholesome kind of doggy kiss tonight while I waited for the moon to call for me. But if I shifted with that taste in my mouth, we were not taking things slow. And I really wanted to do this right with her.

“I don’t want to stop either,” she whispered.

I let out a shuddering breath. “That’s—awesome, but… I’m not gonna be me anymore in a second.”

She tucked my hair behind my ear and studied my face. My fully inhuman yellow eyes, my fangs, the rumbly sound coming out of my throat with every breath. “You’re still you,” she said with a trusting smile. “You just look a little different.”

“I’ll be rough.”

“Since when is that a bad thing?” She giggled and shook her head. “You’re always very sweet with me when you change. You won’t hurt me.”

The need surging through me that felt almost stronger than the moon had me doubting that. But she had much better memories of my wolfy behavior than I did. “A-are you sure?”

In answer, my best friend peeled her shirt over her head. I watched her fingers unbutton her shorts and shimmy them down her hips. I was too busy staring at the way her cheeky little moon-decorated panties were damp and sticking to her skin to move and help her take her shorts the rest of the way off. She said my name a couple of times as the moon rocks took up residence in my head—or maybe that was just all the blood leaving my brain—before I helped her peel them all the way off.

“This too,” my wolf brain ordered, shoving the matching moon-decorated bralette she wore up her chest.

She sucked in a surprised breath and then hurried to obey. I liked that. But I liked her nipples in my mouth even better. She moaned and slid her fingers in my hair as I lapped at them. So pretty and soft. They were tight furls begging for attention from a big wolfgirl tongue like mine and I was happy to give them what they needed. I sucked and licked and gently scraped with my fangs, basking in her heat whining and mindless hair-pulling. Her pussy was rubbing a wet spot into my jeans until she came for the first time in my arms, shivering and moaning behind clenched teeth.

“Shit,” she gasped, and I let her push me up on my knees so she could crawl all over me. “Fuck, I love you so much.”

She was yanking at my t-shirt, but the way her breasts jiggled as she struggled to clear my shirt over my head just reminded me that I hadn’t paid enough attention to the rest of her beautiful chest. I buried my face in her cleavage, breathing in her soft skin and sweet scent. I kissed and sucked and nipped at every inch of her I could find until she was writhing in my lap and moaning again.

“Nooo,” she whined. “It’s your turn.”

I tried to listen to her, but her nipple was back in my mouth and I really couldn’t be held responsible under those circumstances. I couldn’t stop until she made a hiss of pain and pushed my forehead away, halfway through a second orgasm. She collapsed back into her pillows on her side, hands protectively clutching her breasts, thighs squeezed together. Her back was to me as if to protect her chest from further assault, but that just reminded me that there were other soft parts of her body to explore. I pushed her pretty hair over her shoulder so I could give a kiss to the base of her throat. Soon.

“Soon what?” she panted.

I wasn’t sure how I’d spoken that aloud because I felt completely beyond speech now. I tried to find the words to tell her that one day I was going to sink my teeth into this soft, fragrant skin and claim her forever, but the words didn’t come. I grumbled wolf promises as I trailed my mouth along her spine. I kissed the little splotchy birthmark on her shoulder blade, nipped at the spots where her skin rolled, stuck my nose into her armpit to get a really good hit of her sunshower and fruit scent. She giggled and squirmed, which just made me press harder. Heaven was my best friend writhing beneath me while she bathed me in her scent.

“Stop!” she giggled. “That tickles!”

I nipped at her scent glands there one last time and watched in satisfaction as she shivered and gave a little moan. She was so perfect. She’d take my bite so well. I used my hands while I had them to slide her silly moon-patterned panties down her thighs while I trailed kisses along her lower back and hips. She helpfully kicked them the rest of the way off, then not-so-helpfully turned over onto her back before I could get to know the gorgeous ass I’d been obsessed with since we were 16.

But any regrets I had about missing out on that were wiped away by the sight of her naked and splayed out in front of me like the prettiest meal. She was slick and ready for me, her little clit practically begging for my attention. I got as close as I dared, close enough that I could already taste her by how strongly she smelled. I wanted to be a careful, loving girlfriend (ohmygodiwashergilrfriend) and ask permission first. But all that came out of my still-human mouth were wolf yips and a polite whine. Small human fingers carded through my hair, which was beginning to recede back into my head, telling me that the transformation was minutes away.

I looked up into her beautiful face and waited like a pet in training, quivering in anticipation of a treat but doing their best to stay still. She smirked at me, telling me I must look the part too, and then said sweetly, “Ok. You can eat now.”

I sounded like a wolf devouring her kill as I dove face first into my new favorite place on earth. Her ripe fruit scent combined with sex salt and human felt like it cleared my sinuses, blowing open my senses to a whole new depth of understanding about the world. About her. As my tongue, big and flat like a wolf’s, slid through her slickness, collecting her taste, it felt like I could hear her thoughts. The tiniest shifts in scent told me where to press and where to suck, that the left side of her clit felt just a fraction more sensitive than the right, and that she loved the feeling of my tongue whirling around her entrance. I lapped at her cunt like the popsicle I’d always wanted to lick, teaching her that my tongue wasn’t like a human’s. That all the supernatural tastebuds there that helped me understand the world on a level no human ever would were ridged and soft and greedy. I knew from my one experience with another wolfgirl that each stroke of our tongues felt like each individual tastebud was weakly trying to clutch onto the skin, creating a gentle resistance that I hoped felt as good for her as it had for me.

“Holy—wowww.” Her back arched, fingers digging into what was left of my hair as if I needed to be forced to keep going. “That’s… I heard stories…”

I growled in disapproval. She didn’t need to be listening to stories like that. She should’ve just come straight to the source. I would’ve showed her a long time ago.

“I know,” she heat-whined apologetically. “I just couldn’t help it. All those girls—oh, shhhit—”

I concentrated hard on retracting my claws while I lapped at her clit faster. Needed to stretch her out. I wasn’t going to last much longer with the moon singing almost as pretty in my ear as the girl on my tongue. And once I was gone, there’d be no reasoning with me. I was going to be rough and I could tell just from the way she’d clenched around my tongue inside her that she was tight.

“They’d tell me things,” she panted, shivering above me. “I think they thought–fuck, oh my god–they thought we were exes. They thought I knew how good this felt. Oh my god.”

I slid a finger inside her, growling another admonition at her for being so slick and tight and hot around me. I was straining at the jeans I was somehow still wearing, a torture I couldn’t risk escaping now. Not when she needed me to open her up. A tight little human cunt like this wasn’t made for my knot, but I was going to teach her how to take me if it took all night. I didn’t care what the moon might have to say about that.

“I lied and pretended because I wanted you so bad,” she mewled, “and I wanted to know everything. I’d listen to them talk and act like everything was fine and then go home and cum and cry for hours.”

I whined at the way her scent and taste changed with her embarrassment and longing and remembered tears. I pushed a second finger in to distract her, finding that sensitive, spongy spot inside her with my sensitized fingertips and stroking it.

“Oh, fuck,” she was strung tight above me, trembling as I found the tempo she liked best between my fingers and tongue. Did she know she needed it in time with the moon’s song above us? Did she know she was made for me?

“Please don’t stop,” she squeaked, “Please, I’m so close, I’m so—please just this. Just… this. I need–”

She came with an actual wolf-in-heat whine, complete with werewolf begs for my knot. Maybe she had some wolf somewhere way back in her bloodline. My ears tingled at the sound, and I felt them shifting and elongating into wolf ears, to better catch every nuance of her plea to breed her. She howled and writhed above me, back arched to offer her beautiful body up to the moon, honey dripping into my palm where she clenched and released around my fingers.

I let go of her clit before it became painful, resting my cheek on her belly where she was so ready to make my babies. Tomorrow I would know it wasn’t real, that she was on birth control and had never mentioned any particular interest in kids. But with the full moon in one ear and her heartbeat sounding through her skin in the other, I didn’t need to know about human concerns like that. I was in a pretty girl’s nest while she begged me to breed her. The only thing I needed to worry about right now was not letting my claws out while I stretched her open.

I wrapped one arm around her thigh to hold her in place even though I knew she was still sensitive so I could press another finger into her. She twitched and moaned at the invasion, petting my face as it started to go furry.

“Are you going to knot me?”

I nipped at her belly and continued to fuck her with my fingers.

“Yeah?” I could hear the smile in her voice. “Good. None of those bitches ever let you. I thought they were crazy. Who wouldn’t want you tied to them?”

I looked up at her. Her lips were slack and her eyes were hooded in a way I’d never seen before. I did that. So pretty.

“I cum almost every night thinking about your knot,” she told me, wiping the last coherent thoughts from my mind.

Mine.

I needed inside her now. Needed to bite. I stretched out over her and tried to press my cock into her. But something was in the way. I strained for a minute, rubbing against her while she gasped so pretty under me. Then I remembered. Pants. Still wearing pants.

I pawed at the stupid shiny button. My claws were all in the way and somehow not useful in getting pants off. I growled to scare them off, but for some reason that never worked.

“Here, shhh, I’ve got you,” mate said. So pretty. Her fingers figured out the stupid shiny button no problem, and then I was free. I would have taken her like she needed now, but she was distracting me with her pretty human fingers.

Drool slid out of my mouth as I watched her hand wrap around my achy shaft when it was free of stupid pants. Her other hand was doing something with the pants but I couldn’t look away from how the red spiked tip of my cock looked emerging from her tight grip.

“Look at you,” she breathed, “So beautiful. Can I taste you? Just for a second?”

I liked her mouth noises. So pretty.

I watched her lean forward, attentive eyes on my cock, and lap a sweet little human tongue over me. I held still because I loved her but it was sensitive. It spent all its time inside warm, safe places. It didn’t like being out in the open. But I let her rub and lick and taste the white pearl of cum beaded at the tip for as long as I could stand. I wanted her to like it. It was going to be inside her all the time.

Fur was crawling out of my skin everywhere, my muscles and bones aching as the moon demanded my new shape, but I was getting cold. My cock was so cold. It needed warm. I whined and she smiled so pretty up at me it was worth it.

“Ok,” she said in her nice voice she only used with moon-me. I watched her body stretch away from me, to lie back. She glowed like an angel and smiled so sweet. Gentle. Need to be gentle.

I balanced on her nest pillows and felt her soft belly against me. Mine. I dragged my cock over her belly to scent mark where I was going to put my baby.

“Oh shit,” she whispered. “Wait.”

Those soft fingers grabbed me again and I whined. Want inside.

“I just want to see…”

She pressed me to her belly, shifting until the base of my cock was lined up with her entrance and the tip was leaking over her belly. She was so pretty with her eyes all big, pupils blown with lust.

“You’re going to be so deep,” she whispered, and they were the last human words I understood. I whined and came across her belly. Cum collected in a pool on her soft skin, and I burrowed into it for warmth. Cold, so cold. I knotted empty air, whining again.

“Shhhh.”

Something hot and tight wrapped around my knot. I opened my eyes to see glowing gray hands with bright yellow bracelets still on one wrist protecting my knot. Mate made pretty mouth sounds, so soothing and nice. But I couldn’t understand human anymore. My bones ached. It was so close. The moon howled and as mate massaged my knot, I joined its song. Beneath me, she shivered, my cum sliding into her nest blankets and pillows. Good. No one else would ever enter her nest now.

A full body shudder shook me. No more outside. Need inside. I slipped out of her gentle grip and pushed impatiently on her shoulder until she flipped over onto her belly. Careful. Need to be careful. I pressed my snout between her legs and nosed her up until she was presenting her pretty cunt the way she needed. Wolves who whined as pretty as mate did always needed to be all cozy in their nests because making babies was such hard work.

She was saying words but I couldn’t hear her under the moon’s song. Didn’t matter. Needed warm. I mounted her easily, the thick white coating of cum around me slicking my way. Warm. Mate heat-whined for my knot but she wasn’t ready yet. Needed stretching. She clung all tight and greedy to my cock as I pulled back and made me bully her back open when I thrust home. When she could finally take all of me, her soft, beautiful ass flush with my belly, I let the moon have me.

I settled my chest against her back and buried my nose in her hair while my bones snapped and muscles tore. It probably hurt but I never felt it with the moon pumping like a drug through my veins. I ground my thickening, lengthening girlcock into her heat because I couldn’t help myself. She felt so good. Mate panted beneath me and moaned. She was in perfect harmony with the moon’s song, did she know? So perfect.

I sang with her, tipping my head back first in the ecstasy of song and then because she was clamping open and closed like a perfect fist around me. So warm. So tight. Mine. She howled her pretty human howl and shook on my cock, bringing me closer and closer to knotting again. I rubbed thick against her walls until she was limp and only occasionally grunting beneath me.

I nosed her head to the side, whining in concern, and watched drool slide out of her little mouth on her nest pillow. “Too much,” she mumbled. But I couldn’t understand humans.

I lapped up the drool on her chin, then explored her mouth with as much of my tongue as I could fit in at this angle. She sputtered, rearing back a little, and I explored the back of her throat. I wanted to taste all of her. Wanted to tear her open and lick every cell. I wanted to eat every part of her I could and then stuff all the parts I couldn’t into my rib cage and carry her around all day inside me. Right next to my heart where she belonged. Filling my lungs with her sticky summer scent from the inside.

But good wolves didn’t eat mates. So I would have to settle for putting all of me inside of her. She coughed and gagged on my tongue so I withdrew it. Mate wiggled insistently under me until I let her roll onto her back. Her tiny tiny fingers gripped handfuls of my gray fur as I taught her how to take wolfcock. It wasn’t easy, but mate was brave and strong and she was stretched so pretty. She sang with the moon while I rutted her, her throat stretched out beneath me as if begging for my bite. Mine. I lapped at the spot I would bite one day and she shivered and whined like a proper wolf. So perfect.

I fucked her until her honey was dripping off my cock into our nest and her lips were kissing my knot sweetly. She shivered and gripped me hard sometimes. Other times she giggled and babbled silly human words. She even cried a little, but her tears tasted perfect so I didn’t stop.

“Please,” she whined even though she knew I couldn’t understand her. “Please, I need it…”

I lapped at her throat and she tasted like she was ready. She felt ready, her body just a little bit hotter around me. Hungry. Fucked out. Fertile. She needed my knot. I pulled all the way out one last time, letting the cool air kiss my already-swelling knot so I could appreciate her heat, and thrust home.

“Oh fuck! Yes!”

Mate writhed as the first lash of cum erupted from me, and I had no choice but to bite her to keep her still. I growled as her blood bloomed on my tongue even as she tugged so roughly on my cock from inside, milking my knot into swelling so fast my head spun. She howled to the moon and shook under my fangs while I dug my knot in deeper and dutifully filled her little belly. Sheathed in heat, knocking right up against her needy womb, it was perfect. I came and came and came until my entire sensitive length was coated, and then, finally, I knotted my mate.

“Oh!”

I whined and snuggled into her tight little body, settling heavily on top of her to make her feel as safe and loved as she made me feel all snug and hot inside her. My mate. Mine. Filling up with my babies forever and ever. She stopped struggling and clenching on my knot like a good girl and took what I had to give her until I was shaking with the strain of forcing more and more cum out of my swollen cock.

When I came back to reality, I released her throat and lapped at the new mating bite. It healed quickly and formed a pretty white scar so everyone would know she belonged to me. She was so pretty underneath me, taking my knot so well. Her hair was tangled around her nest pillows and her lush body was slick with sweat and fluids. She panted, and watching her pretty nipples move made my cock twitch inside her. Mate tipped her head to look at where I was knotted to her and whined for my babies so sweetly that I came again.

“Oh my god,” she whispered, “look what you’re doing to me.”

I didn’t understand her but I followed her gaze and growled watching her belly bloat with my seed. I’d have a baby for her by dawn. She’d be all swollen and heavy and smelling like my knot. That was even better than a mating bite. Everyone who looked at her would think about my cock, a prospect that had never once been comfortable before but was just perfect now. I never wanted anyone to doubt who I belonged to.

“I love you.” Mate was making happy sounds. “That was the most incredible sex I’ve ever had.”

She opened her arms up to me and I cuddled into her. Loved her. She carded her fingers through my fur sleepily while my knot slowly deflated, a river of cum leaking out around it. The smell of my musk with her ripe fruit scent was intoxicating. Why hadn’t we been doing this every full moon?

She talked to me like she always did on moon nights, babbling and humming and petting. Clouds were hiding the moon outside, I could tell because I was so sleepy. But I knew it would come back. It always did. And when its light spilled out on our mountain again, I would christen my mate’s womb one more time. Just to be sure.

I woke up with my best friend playing the softest little spoon in my arms and my knot still lodged stubbornly inside her. It was so fucking tight. I shivered and pressed my face into her fragrant skin.

“No more,” she grumbled sleepily.

I panted against her back as my aching knot slowly deflated. I felt like a well-wrung rag. Judging by how sticky I felt everywhere, I must’ve cum out every ounce of water in my body.

A soft hand grabbed mine and pressed it to her slightly swollen belly. “That’s your baby, ok? We don’t need any more babies right now.”

“What are you talking about?” I groaned, finally able to pull out. I wanted to roll over but was afraid of what mess I’d find if this was the dry patch we fell asleep in.

“You’re you?” She rolled over and threw her arms around me. “Oh thank god!”

Fuck. What did I do last night?

“That was absolutely incredible, but I’m gonna need a plan B and an ice pack to sit on ASAP.”

“Are you ok?” I pulled her back and looked into her bleary, tired face. “Did I hurt you?”

She beamed at me, and she still looked like an angel even with my human eyes. “No,” she kissed me sweetly. “You didn’t hurt me. We just had a lot of catching up to do.”

I wished we could stay curled up together and just stare at each other all morning, but I was very sticky and she had a flight to catch. Remembering that made my heart squeeze hard in my chest. She was leaving. We were just getting started and she was leaving.

“You’re still going to come back next month, right?”

The love in her eyes was everything I’d always wanted. “It’s a date,” she promised.