Dar Places

Notes:

This is the continuation of Dark Places, if you haven't read the first part, make sure you do so before reading this!

This is chapter 22-26, and catches my Literotica readers up to everyone else. I'll update again soon with another 3-5 chapters. I hope you all enjoy reading!

Content warning: Chapter Twenty-Two contains intimate contact of a sexual nature between a human woman and a male transformed werewolf. I'm sure you all saw this coming. ;)

CHAPTER TWENTY TWO

Jenn's voice sliced through the primal haze enveloping Karl's altered mind. Her gentle, familiar cadence offered comfort in the chaos of his transformation. He recognized the soft murmur of his name, not spoken aloud, but etched in the essence of her words.

Rolling his golden eyes upwards, Karl fixed her with an intelligent gaze that betrayed his remaining shreds of humanity lurking within. A low rumble echoed deep within his chest, vibrating against her belly, as he processed her unexpected reaction.

No fear. No revulsion. Only awe and affection radiated from her, bolstering his flagging spirits. She wasn't running away, wasn't screaming for help. Instead, she addressed him directly, accepting this terrifying aspect of his existence without hesitation or reservation.

Her unshakeable loyalty warmed him, igniting an answering protectiveness within his monstrous form. The urge to mark his territory pulsed strong within his blood, compelling him to defend his mate - chosen, but yet unclaimed - against any perceived threats lurking beyond their sanctuary.

Karl's tongue flicked out reflexively, tasting her scent anew. It was different somehow, deeper and richer, resonating with an elemental part of him that recognized Jenn as irrevocably his. The realization struck with surprising clarity, momentarily disrupting base animalistic drives surging through his veins.

He withdrew slowly, stepping back once and then once more, before he carefully stood upright, letting her see him in his entirety.

Jenn stared mouth agape, hardly daring to breathe. His body was covered in dark black fur, which thinned out on his hands and feet. He stood on digitigrade feet, long claws dug into the ground below. Because of his more canine-like legs, even upright he was slightly hunched over, and his arms were long, ending in large clawed hands.

His eyes were all wolf - amber in color, nearly glowing in the darkness around them. They sat in a wolf-like face, above a long snout, large teeth glinting within his mouth as he panted softly while watching her.

Hesitatingly, Jenn took a step forward, hand outstretched towards him, and Karl tilted his head, torn.

His instincts were pulling him to check the perimeters of his territory - to hunt, to defend.

He took one large, graceful step towards her again, bending low at the waist to bring his snout down in line with her face, taking in her wide eyes and fast breath. Pressing his cold nose into her neck, he breathed her scent in deeply, giving a low grumble when she laughed, her hands coming up to tangle in the thick fur on his neck.

"That tickles," she accused, still giggling, and Karl huffed, drawing back to lick a stripe up her cheek before shaking her hands from his fur and stepping back again.

He held her gaze for a moment, before turning and loping off into the woods, instincts winning out over his curiosity. His little mate-to-be would have to wait.

Jenn watched him run, feeling an overwhelming drive to follow, completely irrational and almost irresistible.

She had promised she would stay at the cabin, and she needed to keep that promise. Instead, she sat on the porch, lifting the hood on her sweater against the cool night air.

Jenn wondered what he would do all night in the forest all alone. She hoped he would be safe - she would wait right here for him, hoping he would return to her soon.

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Under the cover of night, Karl ventured into the forest, following the primal calls that echoed from his bones. With each passing minute, his human mind slipped even further away, leaving behind a powerful beast fueled only by pure instinct.

He moved with a swift purpose, refreshing his scent in numerous locations as he looked for any signs of encroaching rivals - be they creature or man.

An unfamiliar scent wafted through the air, raising red flags within his instinctual brain. Karl's hackles raised as he scanned the surrounding area, his keen nose picking up traces of unknown predators lurking nearby.

A guttural growl escaped his throat, a warning meant to deter any potential threats from encroaching upon his territory. Karl stood tall, muscles tensed and ready to spring into action if necessary. His golden eyes pierced through the darkness, searching for any signs of movement or life that may pose a challenge to his dominance.

Minutes ticked by with only the gentle whisper of the night breeze rustling through the trees. Satisfied that no immediate danger presented itself, Karl continued his journey toward the next territory boundary that he needed to inspect.

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Back at the cabin, Jenn had fallen asleep while she sat at the top of the porch stairs, curled up on her side.

A powerful shiver ran through her body as she slept, the cool night air cutting through her hoodie and leggings with ease, and she stirred slightly, not quite waking, brow furrowing as she mumbled in displeasure at the cold.

"Karl..." she whined, in her mostly-sleeping state expecting that he was beside her in bed, not realizing she was asleep on the porch instead. "I'm cold..."

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Karl had been moving back toward the cabin when he stopped suddenly, head lifting high and ears flicking towards home.

The plaintive sound of Jenn's sleepy voice cut through Karl's predatory fog like a knife. Her murmured complaint registered clearly in his heightened auditory senses, triggering an instinctual desire to provide warmth and comfort to his mate.

In the next instant, a reminder of his current form and the inherent risks it posed to Jenn checked his initial impulse. Yet, he could no more ignore her discomfort than he could deny his own heartbeat thrumming steadily in his ears.

Moving silently, Karl approached the porch on all fours with careful deliberation. His massive paws made no sound against the wooden planks as he drew closer to Jenn's resting place. Lowering his great body to the ground, he positioned himself alongside the steps, close enough to share his residual body heat without causing undue alarm should she awaken unexpectedly.

His large head rested atop his arm, golden eyes fixated on the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she slept.

When the morning sun cast golden hues across the landscape, Karl would disappear into the forest to complete his transformation back into the man Jenn knew and loved. But for now, in the hushed stillness of the night, the wolf kept his silent vigil, proving beyond a doubt that his love and dedication transcended the boundaries of his dual nature.

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In her sleep, Jenn dreamed of Karl.

Snow fell outside the window of his cabin, coating the ground outside in feet of cold fuff, largely undisturbed.

Inside, Jenn and Karl lay together on the couch, his large body spooned behind hers underneath a big fluffy blanket.

A fire roared in the hearth, and Jenn felt so warm and safe, pressed close to her mate and feeling so protected.

Outside of her dream, her hand stretched out, seeking the warmth she could feel radiating towards her, fingers grasping and brushing through Karl's fur.

"Mmmm Wolf..." she whimpered, curling her body into a tighter ball to keep warm.

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The soft caress of Jenn's questing fingers through his fur snapped Karl's attention back to reality, tearing him from the dreamlike trance he'd fallen into while keeping watch over her sleeping form. The sensation of her delicate touch sent ripples of warmth coursing through his altered body, dispelling the last vestiges of the cold night air clinging to his coat.

For several moments, Karl simply basked in the unexpected pleasure, reveling in the tangible proof of her acceptance and affection for the monster he'd become. The tenderness of her gesture contrasted sharply with the primal urges raging within his mind, creating an exquisite juxtaposition of raw emotion and animalistic desire.

Then, as though awakened by the memory of her vulnerable position, Karl shifted closer to Jenn, mindful of the potential harm his large form might cause in her unconscious state. Gently, reverently, he nuzzled his muzzle beneath her seeking hand, encouraging her to grasp handfuls of his thick fur for both warmth and reassurance.

Providing comfort came naturally to him in this state, stripped bare of the inhibitions and self-imposed barriers that characterized his human demeanor. Here, in the form of a beast, Karl's nurturing instincts emerged unchecked, compelling him to shield Jenn, his mate, from any possible harm.

As Jenn burrowed deeper into her makeshift nest of warm fur, Karl allowed himself a small, contented sigh. The rhythmic pulse of her breathing and the steady warmth emanating from her body soothed the savage impulses threatening to overwhelm his senses. For now, in the stolen moments before dawn, they existed together in harmony, two souls entwined by fate and circumstance beyond either's control.

Karl relaxed his posture, allowing his eyelids to droop slightly as the night's exertions caught up with him. He would rest now, trusting in his innate ability to rouse at the first sign of trouble.

Jenn gave a sleepy murmur, waking to find herself directly beside Karl, their faces six inches apart as he blocked the cold breeze from her body.

She locked eyes with the enormous creature next to her and blinked in surprise, then gave a cautious, soft smile.

"I'm guessing you can understand me?" She whispered, holding still and taking deep breaths, Karl's warning in the back of her mind even as the wolf seemed docile with her.

"Can I pet you? Is that weird?" She giggled nervously.

A low, rumbling sound vibrated from Karl's broad chest, resonating through the space dividing them. The noise bore no threatening undertones; rather, it seemed to communicate a sense of contentment and approval at Jenn's tentative inquiries.

Slowly, deliberately, he dipped his massive head towards her. The intelligence shining within his luminous eyes lent further credence to the notion that, despite his altered state, Karl remained fundamentally aware of and responsive to Jenn's presence. He may not be a man now, but instinctually, he knew her still.

In response to her specific request, the wolf inclined his head closer to her, offering easy access to the thick, luxurious fur adorning his neck and shoulders. There was a distinct lack of threat in his body language; if anything, Karl seemed almost eager for her touch, as though craving the physical connection and validation of their bond.

Throughout this unspoken exchange, his gaze remained fixed on Jenn, conveying a depth of emotion difficult to articulate in purely human terms. The raw sincerity and openness he exhibited served to bridge the gap between man and beast, reminding her that, beneath the fearsome exterior, the soul of the man she loved endured.

As she reached out to run trembling fingers through the silky strands of his coat, Karl leaned into Jenn's hesitant touches, a shuddering sigh escaping his muzzle as her fingers worked through the thick fur draping his massive form. Each brush of her fingers seemed to soothe the tumultuous energies swirling within him, grounding his baser instincts and reinforcing the spiritual tether binding them together.

Encouraged by her gentle explorations, Karl leaned further on his back, exposing his chest and stomach more fully. This act of vulnerability spoke volumes to the level of trust and affection he harbored for

Jenn, willingly placing himself at her mercy in a display of utter submission.

A rumbling, purring growl resonated through his body, the low vibrations serving as a constant reminder of the pleasure and contentment her touch elicited.

Jenn laughed out loud and she reached out to rub at the fur he had revealed, scratching her nails in to reach the sensitive skin below as she rubbed over his chest.

"You are so huge," she breathed, marveling as her hands slid up and down his rib cage, feeling the steady beating of his heart below, hands trailing lower to scratch against the soft skin of his belly, where the hair was sparse and thin.

She marveled at the heat of his flesh below her fingers, so elated in this moment, so utterly euphoric that he knew her, he was here with her.

She looked up at him, meeting his gaze almost shyly with a smile, lips parting to ask him another question when one of her hands on his belly slid a bit too low, brushing along his sheathed manhood accidentally.

She froze for a moment, strangled breath catching in her throat, and she felt a sharp clench inside as she wrenched her hand back, face flaming.

"I'm so sorry!" She gasped, heart pounding.

Karl stilled at the unexpected contact, his muscles tensing reflexively as Jenn's searching fingers brushed against his most intimate region. A jolt of unfamiliar sensation raced through his system, an electric surge that momentarily short-circuited his higher thought processes.

For a fleeting instant, his eyes glazed over, a primal haze descending over his usually sharp focus. A low growl rumbled in Karl's throat, his jaws snapping shut as he fought to regain control. The instinct to claim, to assert dominance over the female who dared to touch him so intimately, warred with the ingrained respect and tenderness he held for Jenn.

As swiftly as it had risen, the wave of aggression subsided, leaving Karl panting and disoriented.

Slowly, he raised his head to meet Jenn's gaze, a look of contrition and apology etched into the contours of his noble face.

He nudged gently against her palm, seeking reassurance in the wake of his sudden outburst. The gentleness of the gesture belied the tumult raging within him.

Jenn breathed heavily through her lips, stroking the soft fur behind his ear.

"I-" she flushed deeper red, a feeling of emptiness deep inside causing her to throb hard between her legs, a rush of moisture flooding out. His scent was overwhelming, pine and musk, and that spice that was uniquely Karl all swirling, making her feel suddenly a little too warm. She had no idea what was happening to her, something about the low growl Karl released had... Aroused her?

She ground her teeth, embarrassed and unsure.

The sudden change in Jenn's demeanor did not go unnoticed by Karl. His keen senses detected the subtle alterations in her physical state - the quickening of her breath, the flush of her skin, the unmistakable evidence of her arousal permeating the air between them.

Instinctively, Karl's body responded in kind, primordial urges surfacing in response to her evident desire. A deep, rumbling growl began deep in his chest, the sound both a question and a statement of intent.

Yet even as he held himself in check, Karl found his gaze drifting downward, drawn irresistibly to the enticing curves and planes of Jenn's body. He took note of the way her nipples pressed urgently against the fabric of her shirt, the gentle swell of her abdomen rising and falling with each labored breath.

There was something undeniably erotic about witnessing her physiological responses, an intimacy that went beyond mere surface-level stimulation.

His low rumble made her thighs quiver, and Jenn involuntarily released a soft, sighing moan in response.

"Karl," she whispered, cheeks pink. "I-can I... Touch you again?" She asked softly, trailing the hand that was rubbing behind his ear down his chest.

Karl's ears perked forward at Jenn's whispered request, his entire body tensing in anticipation. The sound of his name on her lips sent a shiver down his spine, and he could feel the heat radiating from her body as she leaned closer to him.

For a moment, Karl hesitated, torn between his desire to protect Jenn and the primal urges that were threatening to consume him. But then he saw the look in her eyes, the way her pupils were dilated with desire, and he knew that he couldn't deny her.

With a low growl of assent, Karl shifted his weight slightly, giving Jenn better access to his body. He watched her intently as she trailed her hand down his chest, his breath hitching as her fingers brushed against a particularly sensitive spot.

As Jenn's hand moved lower, Karl's muscles tensed even further, his entire body coiled like a spring.

He could feel the heat of her skin through his fur, and the scent of her arousal was driving him wild.

And so, as Jenn's hand finally reached its destination, Karl let out a low, rumbling purr of approval, his eyes closing in pleasure as he surrendered himself to her touch. At that moment, there was no past, no future, only the two of them and the raw, unbridled passion that burned between them.

Jenn carefully slid her fingers along his sheath, watching his face carefully. She had absolutely no idea what she was doing, and her face flamed even as her fingertip slid over the sensitive slit where his tip just poked out, red and slick.

"Wolf..." She whimpered, sliding closer to him to breathe him in, knowing she must be soaked through her leggings by now.

Karl's entire body tensed, every muscle quivering in response to Jenn's tentative exploration. As her fingertips grazed along the sensitive sheath, coaxing forth his rapidly swelling erection, the beast within roared to life.

A guttural snarl tore from Karl's throat, his hips bucking upwards involuntarily in a desperate bid for more friction. His tail lashed back and forth in agitation, betraying the depths of his growing arousal.

Jenn's murmured endearment, spoken in such a breathless tone dripping with need, inflamed Karl's already fevered lust. With great difficulty, he restrained himself from lunging forward and claiming her right then and there.

Instead, Karl settled for letting out a rumbling growl of encouragement, his eyes locked hungrily on her face as he awaited her next bold move.

As her curious fingers continued their tantalizing journey, mapping out every ridge and vein, Karl could only surrender to the tide of ecstasy washing over him. His control slipped incrementally with each passing second until only the barest threads remained connecting man to beast.

Jenn couldn't believe the size of him - her fingers couldn't nearly close around the girth, and his length was awe-inspiring and also intimidating.

The silky skin of him was a deep, angry red, slick and pulsing, heavy in her hand and she was ashamed of how aroused she was, wanting to take him deep inside of her so badly, mind springing to what wolves to with their mates to ensure breeding, a desperate cry escaping her at the thought of feeling him swelling so deep inside...

"Wolf, please..." she gasped, squeezing him in her hand as she stroked him from root to tip.

The thought that she was asking this enormous, monstrous creature to mount her should frighten her, but she knew it was Karl inside, and whether or not he was a werewolf, he was also her mate and her love. And she needed him now.

Karl's jaw hung slack, marveling at the incredible sensation of her warm flesh caressing his most intimate parts. The first stroke, a hesitant yet firm glide from base to tip, elicited a deep-throated groan, his hips canting upward instinctively in pursuit of additional stimulation.

Each successive movement brought a fresh cascade of blissful feedback to Karl's overloaded neural pathways. Pleasurable lightning crackled along his nerves with every twitch, throb, and pulse of rigid virility ensnared by her curious fingers. Overstimulation teetered on the razor's edge of becoming painful; still, Karl welcomed the exquisite torment wholeheartedly.