The spot we picked was a couple hundred yards or so into the woods. Sufficiently removed from the nearest road and featuring a conveniently fallen tree that would serve as our makeshift bed. The night was chilly, giving me the perfect excuse to wear my favorite outfit - a hoodie, leggings and boots. And, most importantly, the full moon illuminated our path and set the scene for my boyfriend's transformation.
"Nervous, babe?" he asked, putting his arm around me.
"You already maul me in bed so what's the worst that can happen out here?" I asked, hiding my nerves behind humor.
I didn't know how close we were to the spot, every area looked the same to me, but the further we walked, the more I could feel my fear and excitement blend into one. We had gone over the details many times, in fact, part of that involved me trying an alien-looking dildo that prepared me for his transformed size.
Once we got there, we scoped out the area to make sure no campers or hunters were around. We had fooled around on the fallen tree a few times, enough to let us know it was sturdy and as comfortable as it was going to get. He leaned against it, inviting me into his embrace that commenced the daring part of the night.
One thing about him was that he didn't have to be a werewolf to devour me, not when his mouth went straight to my neck and his hands caressed their way down my back until they found themselves full with my ass cheeks. It wasn't only our display of love, it served to rouse our sexual appetite for the main course.
"You look perfect tonight," he said, holding my face in his hands, "And you're perfume is gonna drive me crazy in wolf form."
Being his adoration rendered me speechless, I never knew what to say, because nothing could express more than my lips. The tongue kissing awakened his bulge. Having it pressing against me sent a sharp, hot feeling through my abdomen that warned me it would grow longer and thicker.
He peeled my leggings down, exposing the increasing sultriness between my thighs to the cool breeze of the night. He had a way of making me feel safe and desired, even when he was about to claim my body in a totally different way. His hands didn't miss a beat, palming and spreading my ass like he was trying to memorize its shape for an exam.
"Are you ready?" he asked, looking into my eyes with a tenderness that would soon be replaced by controlled fury.
"Yeah, er, just make sure to be gentle," I said, grabbing his shoulders in reassurance.
"Okay, well, keep your hoodie on," he said, smiling as he raised his hands to remind me they would turn into paws.
I nodded my head and watched him disappear into the darkness, several yards behind the nearby trees. While he was readying to transform, I got in position on the fallen tree, with my hoodie-covered torso flat on it and my lower body presenting itself for the ravaging.
I had always loved the sound of the woods, from afar that is, but being in the middle of it during the night made it all much more palpable. It was terrifying not knowing who or what was hiding out there. Lucky for me, my boyfriend was a werewolf, but that didn't stop his howl to the moon from sending a shiver down my spine. Suddenly, the woods went silent, as if acknowledging my boyfriend's presence.
I wanted to look back, but I could hear my boyfriend's voice in my head, don't face me, it could be dangerous, from the times we had rehearsed. I didn't understand exactly why but it was something he just couldn't explain after returning to human form.
His footsteps were heavy, crushing the leaves and twigs on his way to me. I couldn't tell how close he was until I heard a low growl approaching that nearly made me run away. He towered over me, looking down at my delicate, vulnerable human body that offered him the highly coveted sexual warmth that only a woman could provide. He placed one paw on my lower back, careful not to scratch me, and used it to effortlessly rip off my lace thong.
He growled louder this time, startling me, but held me down firmly with his front paws. His claws were sharp but not enough to cut through my hoodie as he used my waist to pull my body towards him. His monstruous phallic bumped against my bare backside, clearly larger than the dildo I had practiced with. He growled once more, almost as if frustrated he couldn't eat me and get me sopping due to the rough texture of his tongue.
I held on to the edge of the tree, feeling his warm saliva drooling down from his mouth to between my ass cheeks where it aided my lubrication. Countless times I had seen him doing it, figuratively that is, but this time he was literally a wolf salivating over my flesh. He tried again, this time with a growl of approval as he stretched my pussy to accommodate his werewolf dimensions. "Ahmmnn, fuck! Careful, baby," I told him, unsure if he even understood me at this point.
Just when I thought he was fully inside of me, he kept pushing forward and reached a depth and fullness that made my knees buckle. He took a moment to enjoy the scent of my perfume, mixed with the aroma of my arousal, that delighted his heightened sense of smell. I was at the mercy of his wrath when his animalistic nature took over to satiate its lust with the newfound pleasures of my body.
It took several strokes for me to get used to it, and once I did, the pain gave way to a distinct stimulation that I'd never felt before. I wasn't sure what it was, but it was more than his size, perhaps it was me losing the fear and accepting that such a fantastical scenario was playing out in reality.
I had to remind myself he was my boyfriend, my protector, amid the pummeling thrusts that rippled through my body. I felt small and vulnerable to his imposing figure, which brought out my submissive side that whimpered in encouragement of his claiming.