I Fucked the Wolfman! (Monster Sex)
By Delilah Fawkes
Harry’s hand crept under my shirt, and although I should have, I didn’t make a move to stop him. We’d been dating for almost a year, and were saving ourselves for marriage. Sure, I’d made the mistake of having sex back in high school, but I was a born again virgin, thanks to a certain Jesus of Nazareth. I was pure, and I wanted to keep it that way.
Well, most of the time.
It’s just that the night was so beautiful, and Harry’s mouth felt so good on mine. My panties were wet from all the making out, and I had to admit, it was getting harder to fend off any less-than-innocent advances. I leaned back, pulling him down on top of me on the picnic blanket. He moaned softly and pressed his lips to my neck.
When he suggested a picnic in the woods, I had no idea how romantic it would be. White wine, a cheese plate, chocolate-covered strawberries… We’d watched the sunset together through the trees, and now night had fallen, and we were getting into some serious temptation.
My thigh rubbed against his erection, and a jolt of excitement shot through me. He was as turned on as I was. Almost as if the devil made me do it, I slid my leg around his, letting his hips settle between my thighs. Soon, his hard rod pressed right against my tender pussy, rubbing against my clit.
This was wrong. It was so wrong. But it felt so damn good. I didn’t know if I could stop.
Harry suckled that spot just above my collar bone, and I threw my head back, pulling him closer. My hips rose up to meet his, grinding against him in response to his movements. My clit throbbed, my pussy heating more with each motion.
A little voice inside my head that sounded almost exactly like the leader of the women’s ministry, screeched What are you doing, you little hussy? Stop it! Stop it now, before it leads to more.
I sighed. The voice was right. This was definitely a slippery slope.
I had to stop this.
But just before I opened my mouth to say “no,” Harry’s strong hand found my breast. He ran his thumb over my nipple, and it hardened instantly, making me bite my lip. He flicked it softly, then brushed his palm over it. Pleasure shot through me, and I moaned, wrapping my legs around him. His hard-on ground into me again in just the right spot.
“Yesss,” I breathed and bucked up to meet him. The way he was rubbing me was bringing me right to the edge.
And what was so wrong about that? We both still had our clothes on, even if we were pressed so tightly together that the Holy Ghost couldn’t get between us with a crowbar.
Harry kissed me deeply, his tongue dancing with mine. I suckled his tongue in return, then licked his lower lip as I got closer and closer. His hips thrust down again and again, and he groaned into my mouth. Just one more second, and I was going to cum.
The clouds parted overhead, and a beam of moonlight filtered down through the trees. Harry sat bolt upright, disintangling himself from my legs. My pussy ached, and I cursed. I’d been right there.
“What is it?”
“What’s the date today?” Harry turned to me, his eyes wild. He looked absolutely terrified, and I frowned, confused.
“The 21st. Why? What’s wrong?”
He leapt to his feet, and ran his hands through his hair until it stood on end. “Oh my God. Oh my God. I thought today was the 20th…”
I stood up and brushed the wrinkles out of my skirt. “Why does it matter what day it is?”
Harry growled in frustration, his hands balled into fists. “We don’t have a lot of time. Listen, Sally. You’ve got to get out of here. You’ve got to get away from me!”
“Whoa! Take it easy. You’re scaring me, Harry.” I put my arms around myself, trying to rub away the goosebumps that had just sprung up.
“GET AWAY FROM ME!” Harry’s face contorted in horror.
I recoiled, stumbling backwards. “What is wrong with you?!”
He doubled over until he was crouched on the grass, his back arched in what looked like agony. He threw his head back and screamed—a gut-wrenching, inhuman shriek that set the hair on the back of my neck on end. It lowered in pitch, becoming gutteral and threatening, reverberating in my chest like the base beat in a club. Suddenly, I felt like a deer must feel when it senses a predator watching it. I felt like that scream froze my blood in my veins.
“Gooooo!” Harry’s voice was almost a howl, almost a roar.
As I watched, helpless to turn away, his bones cracked, and his skin seemed to bubble up over his entire body. Muscle shifted, limbs elongated, and hair burst forth from angry, red flesh. His spine twisted, snapping outward into an arch that brought him to all fours, bending impossibly as he changed.
I screamed then, the sound echoing off the trees and bouncing back at me, until my screams were filling my ears again and again.
Harry’s primal screams joined mine as claws pushed their way out from his fingertips, shredding the flesh there. His face melted forward and horrible fangs dripping with slather edged their way down over his lips.
I didn’t stay to see more, but finally took his advice and ran for dear life. I heard a howl behind me, full of malice and evil intent, and screamed again, stumbling through the woods toward what I hoped was the parking lot. If could only make it to our car, I could go for help.
Leaves rustled behind me, and I heard the padded feet of a beast in the bushes. Screeching, kicked off my heels and threw my purse at what was once my boyfriend, hoping to slow it/him down. There was an angry growl, and I hoped I’d connected. I had a lot of shit in my purse, and he’d always made fun of me for how heavy the thing was.
I ran, my bare feet stinging from the twigs snapping beneath them and rocks cutting my soles. There was no time to stop, no time to worry about the pain. Whatever that monster was behind me, I couldn’t let it catch me. God knows what it would do.
Another bone-chilling howl from behind froze me in my tracks. It echoed until it seemed to come from all around me. I should have reached the parking lot by now, but it looked like I’d just run deeper into the woods. Shit.
A low, rumbling growl met my ears, and I whipped around. There he was. A huge… oh, Jesus… an actual werewolf ! He was a hideous mixture of man and beast with sharp claws sprouting from lean limbs. His face was now a muzzle with jaws that could snap through bone and eerily human eyes, now tinged with yellow fire.
I bolted in the opposite direction, hoping I could somehow outrun him. The sound of thumping paws followed close behind, smashing through the underbrush. A branch caught on my dress, ripping the skirt up the side, but I kept going, despite the bleeding scratch on my thigh. I burst through the treeline, and skidded to a stop.
A cliff fell away a few feet before me, rolling down onto sharp rocks by a swift flowing creek. This was definitely the wrong direction.
The trees parted behind me, and I turned. The beast crouched low, ready to pounce.
I put my hands up in front of me. “Harry, wait! Stop! It’s me, Sally! Please.”
The wolfman eyed me, its eyes burning with hunger.
Would he tear me apart? Split my stomach open and let my guts pour out of me? I was panting, my heart hammering in my chest.
Oh, dear, God. Please don’t let me be eaten alive!
The wolf sprang for me, and I shrieked bloody murder, expecting those sharp teeth to close around my throat any moment and rip my life away.
Its claws grabbed me, and it reared to its full height, drawing me close. The points dug into my arms, and I stood still, not even daring to breath, as it looked me over.
“Saaaaaalleeeee,” it growled.
“Yes! Oh, thank you, Jesus. It’s me, baby. It’s Sally!”
Harry growled again, his fangs protruding; drool sliding down into his fur. With one swipe, he tore my shirt open. I cried out as his claws raked over my chest. My naked breasts hit the air, and a thin trickle of blood ran down onto the forest floor. The wolfman moved closer, his muzzle snuffling over my breasts.