Set in a world where werewolves are cursed to stay in their wolf form the day before, the day of, and the day after the full moon and cannot change back in that time period. This is between two consenting adults who are both in their right (horny) state of mind, and I do not condone beastiality. Enjoy!
Sophia struggled to stay quiet as she fingered herself, getting closer and closer to the edge and never managing to cum for her arm cramping, or getting annoyed with the position, or... something.
She growled under her breath as she failed yet again, the growing excitement dimming yet again. Her arm flopped against the mattress as she gave up. "Fuuck..."
There was a noise in the living room, and she groaned as a large, dark-furred wolf poked his head into her room curiously, and then sneezed in surprise.
"Yeah, sorry," she said, reaching for her amulet so he could talk to her.
"It's okay," Phillip reassured, nosing at her hand, licking the wetness off of her fingers. "Thought you were goin' to bed?"
"Yeah, that was the plan," she admitted, and then lightly smacked his nose. "Quit that, you're all wolfy. That's... weird."
His ears flattened briefly at the reprimand, but licked her fingers one more time just to spite her. "Is it? You know I can smell you when I joke about hunting you down, right?" he asked, jumping up on the bed, over the blankets and lowering his head. Sophia was suddenly very aware that he was a wolf right now as his eyes seemed to stare through her, straight through to the kinky shit that dwelled in the shameful recesses of her mind.
He nosed at her, gentle but determined as she lowered herself back down, laying flat on the bed again under his wordless command. "I think you wanted me like... this, was it?" he asked, placing first one paw, and then the other carefully onto her shoulders, his weight pinning her down and making her feel very small.
She winced a little as he moved again, taking his considerable weight off of her shoulders and then digging at the blankets until he uncovered her breasts, immediately setting to licking them through her thin shirt.
Sophia squealed, pushing at his head and then staring in shock as he snapped near her hand, though he didn't bite her, and growled. "No. You're not in charge."
"What?"
"I said," his growling grew a little louder as he stood to his full height over her. "You're not in charge, kitten."
A surge of arousal nearly made her dizzy, and she pulled her hands back in a gesture of surrender. "Oh--okay..."
