body. They’d need to be comfortable touching each other intimately like this. So he made light of it. “Those balls of yours are sure riding high and tight.”
“Yeah, rub ‘em. I’ve been down here holding on by a thread while you inched your way into Mac. I’m ready to explode from holding back.” Aaron groaned. “Pump into her and grind your big, hairy balls over mine. Right now I need some friction and momentum to pump these juices off. Can you give it to me?”
“Oh, don’t worry. I’m going to give it to you, and if you’re not careful, I won’t wait until the full moon.”
“Promises, promises.” Aaron laughed.
Trent started the rhythm and everyone got serious as the pace quickened and their needs rose.
* * * *
The full moon rose low on the horizon when Trent went out hunting. It was shortly before dusk when he heard a rustling in the bushes and a familiar scent made his nose twitch. Rabbit. Not enough challenge for his restless nature tonight. His golden wolf eyes sought out a more challenging prey in the dim light of the forest. The moon threatened to reach its zenith, and later, they would finish the change. Trent sensed the turning already. Keeping the Were at bay when he shifted grew more difficult as the full moon approached. Aaron mentioned he’d felt it too.
Trent needed this outlet to fight the beast within him. He needed this savage hunt to quell the desperate violence rising in him.
His large black head snapped to attention when he caught the scent of the other predators. The wolf pack had already started circling the patch of trees where Trent stood waiting.
Come to me, brothers. I know you want to tear my throat out and rip me to pieces. Come and get me. Help rid me of the Bloodlust as I kill each one of you.
The big alpha male stalked from a distance while two younger males moved in closer. They came out of the trees prematurely, giving Trent a shot at their inexperience. The two attacked simultaneously, but Trent circled quickly, grabbing one by the back of the neck and slamming him into the large oak beside him.
When the other young wolf jumped him, Trent slashed him out of midair. Two other mature wolves heard the screams of the younger ones and came running. Then they stopped dead in their tracks when they saw Trent.
With the blood of the kills, he’d transformed into the Werewolf and stood over seven feet tall. A monster, not man, not wolf. The three remaining wolves slinked back into the dark forest and disappeared in the shadows. Trent remained, trying to gather control, trying to shift back into one form or other, at least one he knew he could contain. As the moon crept up on the horizon, he wondered if he’d have time to switch back before the Bloodlust completely obliterated the transformation. He struggled as he returned to the cabin, all the time hoping he’d find a way to control himself before he got back. Hoping he’d be human by then.
* * * *
Trent stepped into the room and took one look at Aaron’s firm round ass cheeks riding high in the air as he pumped into Mac, and the wolf in him couldn’t resist the urge to slide his tongue down the deep crease. When Trent’s tongue massaged his puckered entrance, Aaron paused mid-stroke and moaned with pleasure.
Trent’s tight muscles trembled with anticipation and with the tension of holding back. Keeping the Were at bay, and maintaining his human form took every ounce of effort he had. The wolf wanted out. His body longed to shift.
Trent pulled back, took Aaron’s cock out of Mac’s pussy, and tickled her clit with a finger. Then he pushed two thick fingers inside her cunt, pulling her juices to lubricate his cock. Aaron let him dominate, sensing how close Trent was to turning.
Trent reared up on his knees and stroked his own cock with her lube before pressing the wide crown of it firmly against Aaron’s tiny hole and cupping Aaron’s balls. “Go ahead, Aaron, stick your cock in her.”
Aaron managed
“Yeah, rub ‘em. I’ve been down here holding on by a thread while you inched your way into Mac. I’m ready to explode from holding back.” Aaron groaned. “Pump into her and grind your big, hairy balls over mine. Right now I need some friction and momentum to pump these juices off. Can you give it to me?”
“Oh, don’t worry. I’m going to give it to you, and if you’re not careful, I won’t wait until the full moon.”
“Promises, promises.” Aaron laughed.
Trent started the rhythm and everyone got serious as the pace quickened and their needs rose.
* * * *
The full moon rose low on the horizon when Trent went out hunting. It was shortly before dusk when he heard a rustling in the bushes and a familiar scent made his nose twitch. Rabbit. Not enough challenge for his restless nature tonight. His golden wolf eyes sought out a more challenging prey in the dim light of the forest. The moon threatened to reach its zenith, and later, they would finish the change. Trent sensed the turning already. Keeping the Were at bay when he shifted grew more difficult as the full moon approached. Aaron mentioned he’d felt it too.
Trent needed this outlet to fight the beast within him. He needed this savage hunt to quell the desperate violence rising in him.
His large black head snapped to attention when he caught the scent of the other predators. The wolf pack had already started circling the patch of trees where Trent stood waiting.
Come to me, brothers. I know you want to tear my throat out and rip me to pieces. Come and get me. Help rid me of the Bloodlust as I kill each one of you.
The big alpha male stalked from a distance while two younger males moved in closer. They came out of the trees prematurely, giving Trent a shot at their inexperience. The two attacked simultaneously, but Trent circled quickly, grabbing one by the back of the neck and slamming him into the large oak beside him.
When the other young wolf jumped him, Trent slashed him out of midair. Two other mature wolves heard the screams of the younger ones and came running. Then they stopped dead in their tracks when they saw Trent.
With the blood of the kills, he’d transformed into the Werewolf and stood over seven feet tall. A monster, not man, not wolf. The three remaining wolves slinked back into the dark forest and disappeared in the shadows. Trent remained, trying to gather control, trying to shift back into one form or other, at least one he knew he could contain. As the moon crept up on the horizon, he wondered if he’d have time to switch back before the Bloodlust completely obliterated the transformation. He struggled as he returned to the cabin, all the time hoping he’d find a way to control himself before he got back. Hoping he’d be human by then.
* * * *
Trent stepped into the room and took one look at Aaron’s firm round ass cheeks riding high in the air as he pumped into Mac, and the wolf in him couldn’t resist the urge to slide his tongue down the deep crease. When Trent’s tongue massaged his puckered entrance, Aaron paused mid-stroke and moaned with pleasure.
Trent’s tight muscles trembled with anticipation and with the tension of holding back. Keeping the Were at bay, and maintaining his human form took every ounce of effort he had. The wolf wanted out. His body longed to shift.
Trent pulled back, took Aaron’s cock out of Mac’s pussy, and tickled her clit with a finger. Then he pushed two thick fingers inside her cunt, pulling her juices to lubricate his cock. Aaron let him dominate, sensing how close Trent was to turning.
Trent reared up on his knees and stroked his own cock with her lube before pressing the wide crown of it firmly against Aaron’s tiny hole and cupping Aaron’s balls. “Go ahead, Aaron, stick your cock in her.”
Aaron managed
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