**Author's Note: I've been working a lot so I haven't been writing as much but I've been getting requests to make this story into a series. I'll try and get out the next two parts soon. I'm already outlining them so hopefully you won't have to wait too long.
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Cash was sitting on his comfortable mattress watching the football game on his new big screen. Serafina had become much more generous after they started their little "stress relieving fuck" sessions as he liked to call them. He had his chain on as the moon was a quarter full. He was always more ornery closer to full moon and wearing a leash guaranteed he didn't break what nice furniture he had in his room.
Serafina also liked the leash. It added a certain kind of kink. The pop singer would get wet every time she saw him wear it. Tonight she got home after a long day at the recording studio. Her vocal chords were a bit sore. Cash heard her walking down the stairs before he saw her. He smelled her Chanel perfume and ocean shampoo as she walked into the room.
Serafina nestled her body onto Cash's lap as he attempted to keep watching the football game. She was wearing black see through lingerie, her nipples poking through the fragile material taunting Cash. Serafina ground her hot pussy against her werewolf pet's crotch making blood rush to his cock. Cash couldn't stop himself from growling in lust and frustration. His eyelids became heavy and he closed his eyes, biting his tongue so hard he thought he would bite it off.
"You don't know how dangerous this is," Cash growled.
Serafina sighed softly making Cash's balls tighten, his every muscle tensing.
"You say this every time," Serafina whispered seductively, her voice dripping with honeyed arousal and her dark eyes smoldering. Serafina reached down between them, rubbing the iron-hard bulge in his denim jeans that threatened to break the zipper. "Then you always give in..."
Serafina was a cruel temptress. Cash gripped his beer bottle so hard it began to crack. Full moon was approaching again and once again Cash found himself horny from all the testosterone flooding his system. His libido went hay wire and the scent of his mistress made his cock grow painfully hard.
Cash felt her soft olive skin rubbing against his muscles as the pop singer leaned in and began nibbling on his ear lobe. Her full breasts pressed against him and Cash wanted to bury his face in her cleavage.
Cash ran his fingers through Serafina's dark luxurious curly hair. It had the scent of the ocean in its tresses. Cash licked her swan-like neck, kissing the dark mole just below her ear. He felt her shiver in response.
He balled a fist in her hair and jerked her head back to look into her wanton obsidian eyes and trembling full lips.
"I could tear you to pieces," Cash growled low.
Serafina licked her full lips and Cash wanted to devour those lips.
"You say that every time too," Serafina mused.
Serafina took Cash's other hand and placed it on her womanhood. She wasn't wearing panties. He always tore them off and they were expensive so Serafina just stopped wearing them after a while.
Cash felt Serafina's shaven pussy so wet, smooth, hot like molten velvet. Cash smelled her arousal sweet like vanilla with a hint of spice. His mouth watered with the desire to taste her. With a voracious growl Cash pulled Serafina down smothering her passionate moans with his rough tongue invading her mouth that opened for him willingly.
Cash picked Serafina up, his chain clinking as he moved with lethal grace pushing his mistress down on his soft mattress. The football announcers cheered as their team made a touch down. The crowd was ecstatic as Cash tore down Serafina's lingerie to reveal her full breasts, her diamond hard nipples greeting him like ripe cherries that wanted to be plucked.
Serafina groaned ecstatically as Cash nibbled on her nipples. She could feel the bulge of his erection throbbing against her thigh. She wanted it inside her. She wanted him to plunge into her tight hot depths and make her scream to the sky light that rained silver beams of the quarter moon on them; washing them in a lunar glow infecting them with madness.
Serafina bit into Cash's marble hard shoulder so hard he took notice. She slapped him hard across the face. Cash knew what she really wanted. The first time she slapped him like that he was dumbfounded but now the signal was clear. Cash roughly turned Serafina over onto her stomach, spreading her shapely legs then practically tearing off the zipper of his denim jeans releasing his throbbing erection her teased her asshole.
Serafina's asshole puckered. She trembled with excitement as she felt the head of Cash's maleness pushing into her tight forbidden hole. Cash licked his hand then stroked his cock, lubing it up for it's new adventure. Serafina gripped the sheets, her mouth agape with small screams of pleasure trickling out as Cash pushed his massive member into her puckering asshole.
Cash was rough but gentle not wanting Serafina to bleed like the first time he invaded her back door. The werewolf bit into her shoulder but not hard enough to break the skin, never that hard. Cash could pummel Serafina's pussy as hard as he liked, be as rough as he wanted but there was always that line he couldn't cross.
The temptation to bite her and rip her apart was always present in his mind. But Cash always stopped himself. Turning his mistress was not a smart idea. If he turned Serafina then he would be put down and she would put down as well or worse made into a pet for some celebrity or politician. He wasn't so cruel as to punish anyone to such a fate.
"Oh God...," Serafina moaned. "Oh fuck yes!"
Serafina's body shook with the force of pleasure. She whispered his name making Cash's inner wolf growl with wicked delight. Being a pet wasn't all that bad...
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"The Next Morning"
"Just to let you know I'm taking Cash on tour with me," Serafina sipped her cocktail casually as if she had just said she was doing the laundry. The restaurant seemed to go quiet though as her producer stared at her processing what she had just said.
"Why?" Clayton frowned in puzzlement. "He's not like a Hilton dog you can carry around in your Gucci purse."
"I doubt I would have a purse big enough," Serafina chuckled. "I want to bring him."
"Taking a werewolf on tour? What about every full moon? It's so much more expensive!"
"We'll take him on walks then," Serafina shrugged. "Just make sure the parks are clear. And the money we'll make will make up for any extra expenses."
Serafina wouldn't be swayed. Once she had an idea there was little stopping her or chance of changing her mind. So Clayton sighed and agreed.
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"2 Months Into Serafina's American Summer Tour"
Serafina was relaxing in her tour bus and sweating on her big soft bed. Damn AC decided to breakdown in the middle of Arizona in the middle of July. She was a famous pop star and had to deal with a busted AC. It wasn't like she was born rich. Serafina grew up in shitty day cares as her parents struggled to make the month's rent. It was her voice as well as her looks that got her to where she was today.
With that in mind, heat always made Serafina unbelievably horny for some reason. Perhaps it was the desire to shed one's clothes and the sweat that beaded on one's skin. Serafina was already stripped down to her underwear. A pink lace bra cupping her full breasts and matching pink thong contrasting her olive skin.
She lay on her white cotton bed in front of an electronic fan, her skin prickling every time she felt the air blowing on her. Serafina's thoughts drifted to Cash, his Herculean muscles, his long thick cock curved in a wicked salutation to her. She bit her finger nail as her other hand drifted down to the apex of her sweaty thighs.
Her pussy throbbed with need, her blood sang with sexual longing as she pushed her hand past the elastic then began rubbing her womanhood already swollen and wet. Then Serafina felt his presence. Ever since they've started having sex Cash and Serafina shared some electric connection, a sixth sense for each other. It made sex more intense.
Serafina looked to see Cash leering at her, his hand rubbing his crotch slowly to soothe the ache he must have been feeling. He was wearing his leather collar as all werewolf pets are supposed to wear whenever out of their pen and blue denim jeans but no shirt.
"Who let the dogs out?" Serafina chuckled as she continued to play with herself, licking her lips, her obsidian eyes dark with desire. She slowly began taking her thong off then opened her legs wide to reveal her shaven golden gates.
Cash's body went rigid, the wolf within him growling with pleasure wanting to pounce and eat that pussy until Serafina screamed for mercy.
"I'm not a dog," Cash snapped as Serafina began crawling towards him.
"You're my dog," Serafina rose up like a sexy venomous cobra, beautiful yet deadly. She touched her werewolf pet, running her hands over his bare chest feeling the contours of his fine muscles that were so god-like.
Serafina's body erupted in goosebumps from the vibrations of ravenous lust within her. The sexual heat between them was like a pulse, a living breathing beast that needed to be soothed before it destroyed everything around them.
Cash pounced. He pushed Serafina down on the bed, settling himself between her supple thighs, his hand around her throat. Serafina lay still with a sultry smile playing on her pillow soft lips. The kiss was gentle yet savage as well as sensual and brutal all at once.
Cash and Serafina devoured each other's mouths, their tongues sliding against each other as Cash ground his aching bulge into her warm damp entrance. The heat they generated was enough to make Serafina pass out. She was too tired to do a lot but that was fine by Cash. What he wanted Serafina just needed to lay back and relax.
Cash turned Serafina over, her face almost completely buried in her soft pillow. Her ass stuck out, presenting to Cash as he gave it a good smack making the pop star squeal. Her ass cheeks were perfectly tone and plump like a delectable nectarine.
