Open Window Full Moon

Author's note: the author does not condone rape or any other form of abuse or sexual assault depicted in their work, in much the same way mystery writers do not condone murder. This also applies to monster/inhuman coupling and any distant relation to bestiality. If any of these topics are a trigger or make you otherwise uncomfortable, please look elsewhere; there are plenty of amazing works on this site that will meet your needs better than this one.

Please also note that this work features a transgender man as the main character; while references to his body are kept as genderless as possible, there's no avoiding the fact that his vagina is heavily involved, and the creature fucking him sees him solely as that hole. If that's a deal breaker, there are once again plenty of other works on this site for you to enjoy - and the author would love recommendations, as they find their transmasc TBR rather dry, at the moment.

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Never leave your window open on a full moon,

the witch remembers, too late to do anything about it,

or the werewolves will smell prey, and there will be nothing you can do.

Growing up, he'd had it drilled into his mind over and over what the dreadful creatures would do to anyone with a womb, functional or not. When he'd first come to this forest, he'd hoped he'd finally gotten far enough away from any of their hunting grounds that he would be able to live his life freely after dark. Hoped that he could continue on without worry of the things he'd rather forget, now that he'd abandoned his old life and changed his name, taken droughts to rid himself of the burden of pregnancy and breasts.

And in his defense, he'd never been good at telling when the moon was truly full, rather than on the way to it, and he'd had his window closed the last few nights. The clouds were thick enough overhead that he couldn't tell, for certain, whether the moon was out in her utmost glory.

Couldn't, until he woke a few moments ago to a howl just outside his lonely cottage, and found sharp blades of moonlight cutting across his blankets.

He'd gotten up as quickly as possible, of course, and started scrambling to write a rune of warding in chalk around his bedroom door. But just as he was reaching up to the top of the frame with hands shaking with terror, the door burst inward, and he was thrown onto his back on the floor.

And now, here he was: caught in the midst of crawling away, with his face now bathed in the uncaring light of the moon, as the beast with its paw in the middle of his back started to rip away at his underclothes.

His heart hammered in his chest. The cloth around his loins fell away, and he hissed at the sting of a cut where back becomes butt.

The creature growled, curling one massive hand around his hip. Loosened the pressure between his shoulders, and tugged his ass up sharply. He managed to brace himself on his elbows, catch the breath that was hard to get while pinned beneath the monstrous weight.

Something long and slick fell across his ass and lower back, and his blood turned to ice.

"No," he breathed, knowing the monster did not care, even if it understood. "No, no, no--"

The thing started easing its hips back and forth, rubbing its length up and down the seam of his ass cheeks as it grew slowly harder and harder and warmer and warmer. His breathing quickened as it grew, panic gripping his heart as it became clearer and clearer that it wasn't stopping at a length he'd ever taken before.

By the time the creature pulled its hips back and made its first attempt at entering him, its cock was easily half again as long as his forearm, and about as thick around as his wrist.

Its hips shot forward, sharp and eager. It missed, jamming its tapered head against the apex of his entrance instead, before running its entire length along the sensitive nub. A grunt ruffled his short hair, as the thing pulled back and tried again, missing once again but driving forward so hard that its hips slapped against his ass obscenely, anyway.

And then it pulled back again, and this time, it thrust home.

He screamed, as the massive cockhead parted his lips and jammed itself as far in as it could get. White-hot pain blinded him for a moment, and, forgetting himself and his situation for just a second, he clawed at the floorboards, trying to wrest himself free of the rod in his core.

He managed to get a few inches, forcing the cock inside him to back out until just the weeping tip was still inside him, before the monster pounced forward again, shoving even more of itself inside on the second thrust.

The man cried out again as his breath was forced out of him, and was cut off by one large, hand-like paw wrapping around his mouth and chin.

The creature growled a warning, claws of the hand still wrapped around his hip digging into his skin, before pulling out once again until its head circled the man's entrance, rubbing against his bud firmly.

And then it entered him again, and this time, it started truly fucking him.

He cried unceasingly into the beast's hand, as it pounded into him at a feverish pace. Its entire length drove in and out of him at a speed that threatened to rub his insides raw, if his body hadn't started preparing itself the moment he realized his fate. And as the thing curled over him, panting heavily into his ear in hot bursts of breath, he locked his eyes on the sky, finding more stars than usual as the sensations began to overwhelm him.

The werewolf fucked him madly, slamming so hard and fast into him that it forced him across the room, scraping his knees and elbows against the grain of the wooden floorboards as it did. When he eventually hit the wall opposite that of his door, just below the window sill that still stood open to the cold air of the night, the beast finally removed its hand from around his mouth, only to clutch at his hips with both as it increased its pace even more, lifting his front so it could fuck him more solidly against the wall.

Its paws were huge, its fingers long as his own hand from heel to fingertip. And as the second wrapped around his waist, the pads of two of its fingers rested to either side of his hardening bud, incidentally rubbing at it with each fervid thrust.

And suddenly, the heat in his core wasn't just that of the raging steel pistoning in and out of him.

The next scream he let out turned into a moan, as the beast tugged him down onto its cock. And the next after that, and the next, and the next. Eventually, they stopped having any origin in pain, as the creature's pace grew to a new, frenzied height, and his core was worked to a peak.

He threw his head back as the monster ripped the orgasm out of him, hands braced against the window frame as it followed his blissful kicking to bend him over the sill. And with it, the beast growled low, its own pitch getting higher and higher as it fought to dig itself even deeper, deeper, deeper into him, its thrusts becoming shorter as it rutted its way as far as it could until--

A roar. A moan. A final, painful ball at the base of the thing's cock forcing its way inside. And a torrent of heat coating his insides.

The werewolf crushed him against the sill, until he was bent nearly in half, torso hanging outside as his toes lifted from the floor, and the thing held him in the balance by the cock still spearing him through. The thing made a satisfied, thunderous noise that vibrated through its chest and all the way down through its rod, the movement of its knot drawing a gasp from the man it nestled in.

And there they stayed, as the man came down from his orgasm and began contemplating his next move carefully.

Sweat soaked him thoroughly, glinting off of his skin in the moonlight even as it started to pass behind a thick bank of clouds once again. The beast didn't move except to breathe, squeeze at his hips, and flex its cock inside him.

He was never the best at telling the time, but he knew his window faced east. The moon being where it is--it couldn't even be midnight, yet. Maybe it wasn't even ten; he

had

gone to bed early, exhausted from a day of foraging and weeding his garden and laboring over the cauldron a few dozen feet away in the yard. He had an order to fulfill for one of the young women in the nearby village, who wished to ward off an unexpected pregnancy, and he'd been working on it day in and day out for--

A howl near the edge of the forest clearing broke his train of thought. The monster at his back shifted, tugging painfully at the knot still binding the two of them together. Growled, and thrust itself violently into him, seeming to think that digging deeper would make the exit easier on them both.

He grit his teeth, as the beast started pulling again. Whined, high and breathy, when it finally came out with a

pop

and a gush of liquid.

When the werewolf stepped away, he found his legs to be no more structurally sound than pillars of rainwater, and collapsed to the floor.

He watched the beast leave. It moved slower, now that it had sated its craving, and its cock dangled low between its legs as it walked, still half-hard as it swayed. He found himself wondering how it had possibly all fit inside him, and then he decided he didn't want to know, not without one of the healing balms in the kitchen in hand, and resolved himself to recover one.

As soon as his limbs remembered their purpose, that is.

He lay there for a few minutes, catching his breath as the last of the monster's seed spilled out of him. Eventually, he was able to roll back onto his stomach, and start laboriously crawling towards the door, knocking aside the stick of chalk he had been using for the ward on his way.

He made it all the way to the pantry door before a hulking shadow darkened the front door, the hairs on the back of his neck and the pleasure wells in his loins perking up at the sound of another low growl.