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I rolled off him, lying next to the werewolf and panting, my body on fire. But we weren’t done yet. In a second, Kristoph’s clothes (what remained of them) were lying on the ground and he was on top of me, pressing his cock against my pussy. How was he hard again? I’d never know—except maybe it was his incredible wolf stamina that kept his cock going when a lesser man would have given up.

He slid into me easily since by this point, my pussy was pretty soaked and stretched out nicely. Yet he was huge and I found myself gasping and arching my back as he entered me, trying to make way for that giant cock as he spread me apart.

“Oh, fuck, god…” I moaned, squealing as his cock penetrated me. “You’re so fucking big!”

“And you’re a right little girl,” he said with a grunt, pushing my hips forward and lifting up my ass just enough so that he could give it a hard slap. I squealed and shuddered as the slap sent pleasant reverberations through my entire body. I shuddered and groaned as he began to thrust into me, his cock starting to pump me, slamming into my pussy.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” I moaned, gripping the powerful werewolf close, imagining him as a huge beast, driving his cock into me. The knot at the base of his dick—more like a dog’s dick than a human being’s—would rip into me and I would be conquered by that beast, mounted and fucked into submission…

And that was exactly what was happening. Of course, Kristoph was a human now, and not a wolf, but his huge cock continued to drive into me with each passing second and slowly, I felt the knot of his dick start to push inside of me, spreading the entrance to my pussy wide, opening me up. And then in an instant, with one powerful thrust, he had his entire cock, knot and all, deep inside of me. I screamed and arched my back, pressing my hips forward, wanting more—more of that werecock, with its thick knot and more of my werewolf, with his powerful body. His hands were like pure lightning on my body as he drew them over, stroking my flesh, burning as it was under his passionate, hard-working body.

His hips slammed into me, slapping my own as he pounded me, the tip of his cock pressing deeper and deeper into my hot, wet center. I had never had sex without a condom before and I loved the way my cunt could feel ever inch of his dick, the way my flesh was pressed right up against him flesh, the way I felt it slide into me… It was exquisite and I never wanted it to stop.

“Harder, harder, fuck, Kristoph, harder!” I moaned, running my fingers up and through his hair, holding it tight and pulling him in deeper.

“Still not my name,” he replied with a grunt as he pounded me.

“Tell me!” I squealed, moaning as his dick slammed into me again and again.

“You have to guess,” he growled playfully and his lips latched onto my neck, suckling me as he pounded me. I groaned and gasped as he continued to invade my pussy, my hole spreading wide to take his knotted cock. Up until that very moment, I had never had anything so large in my pussy and I never would have been able to imagine taking something that big but here I was, accepting his huge rod into my hot, sticky depths and loving every second of it.

Taken

And then I felt his cock start to twitch. It was only a small twitch at first, almost indistinguishable from the normal throbbing that I felt in his cock but then it grew, twitching more and more, his shaft tightening in my deep channel before finally, he erupted, spilling stream after stream of his hot seed into me.

Oh, god, I realized suddenly: he was cumming inside of me. This was something I had never experienced and I loved it. God, how I loved it—but what would become of this? What would happen if I got pregnant? Would I give birth to a… A werewolf?

But I couldn’t think about these things right not, not with the exquisite torturous pleasure of Kristoph’s thick werecock pumping inside of me as he dropped a hot, silky load of sticky cum right where I needed it most.

He slid out of me with a pop, rolling off me. It was only when his flaccid cock slid out of me that I realized how much my pussy was throbbing and aching from the hard pounding. But still… I was aching even more for him. I wanted more.

“You’re not done, are you?” I whispered, panting and covered in sweat. He was glistening with sweat himself, his gorgeous, perfect physique practically dripping.

“Me? Of course not,” he replied with a grin.

Before he could tell me what to do, I got on my hands and knees and stuck my ass up in the air. I reached behind me to grasp my ass cheeks—and, if I do say so myself, I have quite a nice ass, big and soft, the kind that men at the bar love to slap—and I spread them wide for him, revealing my wet, pink cunt for him once again.

But it wasn’t my cunt that he pressed his cock against—no, it was my tight asshole.

“Wait a second, Kristoph,” I began. “I’ve never had anything back there!”

“First time for everything,” he said with a grunt and dug his strong fingers into me, holding me still as he penetrated me. I shuddered, his cock spreading my tight, virgin ass wide as he drove it into me. He was so strong and before long, he was overcoming any resistance that my muscles might have tried to mount. I groaned as he slid his meat into me and I instinctively pressed my hips back against him, even as his cock forced its way into me. It hurt but it was a hungry kind a hurt, a hurt that made me only want more of it. I squeezed my eyes shut tight, feeling tears come to them as he fucked his cock into me and suddenly, the knot of his werecock was spreading my ass open wide.

I had to bite down hard on the bed sheets to keep from screaming. I was afraid the motel staff might think something was amiss and frankly, it was… I was about to get my ass fucked by a werewolf! Not that I was really complaining… My pussy was flowing and hungry, demanding more of this.

I gasped as the rest of his cock found its way into my ass, my tight ring of muscle gaping and stretched tight around his meaty shaft. He began to pump into me, driving his massive shaft into my ass over and over. I whined and cried, pressing my hips back into the werewolf’s cock, sliding my tight asshole over his meat again and again, groaning with each second.

“Please, fuck me!” I moaned. “Fuck me harder!” I gripped the bed and suddenly, I couldn’t control it anymore. I began to scream, tears dripping from my eyes as the hardness pressed deeper and deeper into my tight center, hitting a tense spot that I didn’t even know existed but which drove me crazy once he began to pound his cock into it.

“Harder! Harder!” I cried. “Rip me apart! I’m all yours!”

“That’s exactly right,” Kristoph whispered in my ear. “And if you play your cards right, you’ll even learn my name.”

“Tell me!” I whined, pressing back with my hips even more, trying to get every last centimeter of that magnificent cock inside my ass. My muscles were massaging his cock as he pounded me and I couldn’t take it anymore. To my amazement, I realized I was cumming, my pussy exploding without ever having been touched. It was a deeper, more powerful orgasm than the one I had before. It started deep in my belly and it expanded outward, making me tremble and sending shockwaves through my body.

The twitching of my ass around his cock must have driven him over the edge too because before long, he was cumming as well: the same hot, pumping spurts that had driven me crazy when he came in my ass were now ripping into my ass, making me twitch and throb with pleasure as I moaned and pressed into him, my hungry asshole swallowing every single drop of his cum as he dumped his hot load inside of me.

“Oh, god, please… Please…” I begged, though I didn’t really know what I was begging for as he finished cumming inside of me. Ever so slowly, he slid his cock out and it made a lewd popping sound and it slid out.

But Kristoph wasn’t done with me—he slid a few fingers into my pussy, making me shudder as they entered my sensitive chamber. Then a few more fingers and then one more and before I knew what was happening, he was fisting me, his entire hand inside of me, clutching and making a fist, pounding and pumping and punching deep into my abused, wet, raw hole.

“Oh, god, I don’t think I can take this…” I moaned, my eyes fluttering as I felt another orgasm approaching. And suddenly, I was cumming: it was like I was having multiple orgasms, one after another, a rapid succession of climaxes that made me scream. I couldn’t control it anymore. I had to scream. I shook and thrashed as I came around his fist and I dug my teeth into the bed sheets, trying desperately to stifle my cries.

There came a knock at the door of the motel room.

“Uh, yes?” Kristoph asked, looking up in surprise.

“Is, uh, everything okay in there? Some of the other guests have reported hearing… screaming. And cursing. And, uh, thrashing and maybe fighting?”

“Everything’s fine,” I called back, my voice hoarse from moaning and screaming. “Just, uh, having some fun here. But it’s about our bed time.”

“Good. Good to hear. Let us know if you need anything…” the voice replied, not sounding totally convinced but we heard the owner pad down the hallway. I looked at Kristoph as he slid his fists out of my, my pussy gaping for a second, revealing my pink insides before shrinking back and tightening up. We giggled.

“I can’t believe someone called the front desk about us,” I chuckled. My tears had dried on my cheeks and I caught a glimpse of myself in the motel room mirror. I was a mess. But that was to be expected.

“I could go for bed right about now,” I continued. “I don’t know about you.”

“Sure thing, kiddo,” replied Kristoph, giving my ass one final slap.

We washed up and slid into bed together. I wrapped my body around him, draping myself luxuriously over his strong young flesh, cuddling close to him and resting my head on his chest, taking in the sound of his heart beating. His heart beat was slow, so slow—I counted and I calculated that it must be around fifty-four beats per minute, which I knew from health class in high school meant he was either sick or in extremely good shape. It’s funny, how the same thing can indicate either extreme health or extreme un-health.

I reflected on that and other weird things about the world as I drifted off to sleep, listening to his slow, confident breathing…

~

We awoke to sunlight dribbling through the motel room window. It was going to be a beautiful, clear day: I could just tell it. I awoke first and I took a moment to reflect on what had just happened over the past day: the boxing match, our flight from town, the motel, and now, the reason my whole body and especially my pussy and ass all ached: the passionate love-making from the night before.

I ran my fingers over Kristoph’s tight belly, admiring his abs and his strong pecs. This was it—the full moon was over and gone and Kristoph would be a regular human for the rest of the month. But in a month’s time… He would transform again and the game would begin again: he’d throw a fight and then, make a small fortune by beating a joker half to death in a no-name town where the desperate gather to watch fights and bet their hard earned money on the no-name outsider from out of town catching a beating instead of their golden local boy. Little did they know who they were betting against…

As I ran my fingers up his chest, over his neck and up to his face, I tickled his nose and Kristoph wrinkled it, blinking his eyes awake.

“Oh,” he said, recognizing me after a second. “Good morning.”

“So. What’s your name? I still don’t know.”

“I told you. You have to guess.”

“But that’s no fair. I have nothing to go on. You haven’t given me any clues. How am I supposed to guess?”

Kristoph sighed and rolled his eyes.

“Okay. Do you want the truth?”

“Of course I want the truth!”

“Truth is… I don’t have a name. Not really. Werewolves don’t usually have names.”

“You don’t have names? How does that work?”

He shrugged. “Names don’t really matter that much. They’re arbitrary. Totally. They’re interchangeable. I change my ‘name’ every time I go to a new town.”

He sniffed the air.

“Scents, on the other hand—that’s something you can’t control, something you can’t change. Werewolves usually know each other by our scents. It’s just easier—I smell my friend and I know he’s around.”

“How do you call each other, then?” I asked, my mind slowly being blown as Kristoph revealed to me the complete arbitrariness of all names, of all signifiers in general. “Like, what if you need to get your friend’s attention in a crowded room?”

“Werewolves don’t go into crowded rooms.”

I sighed.

“Okay, but… What about in the woods? Late at night?”

“Oh, you could just yell out… ‘Hey you!’ ‘Who’s there?’ ‘I know you!’ You don’t need a ‘name’ to address someone.”

To drive home his point, he set off the word “name” with air-quotes, just so I didn’t get the wrong idea and think he really had a name.

“I was going to pretend that you have guessed right, actually, no matter what you said,” Kristoph admitted with a shy smile.

“Aw, really?”

“Really.”

“So, you were basically going to let me pick your name for you?”

“I… I guess you could say that, yeah.”

I placed my head on the back of my hands, thinking seriously about this. This was a significant responsibility!

“You know, I just think of you as Kristoph now. I can’t think of you as anything else…”

Kristoph’s face twisted into a warm smile. “Really?”

“Really really.”

He laughed and rolled out of bed. “Kristoph McNeil it is, then.”

I watched TV while he showered and then I showered. When I came out of the shower, a towel wrapped around me, I let out a shriek: there was a man in a suit in our motel room, sitting across the table from Kristoph.

“Chill out, Kandi,” Kristoph orderd. “This is Paul. My… business associate.”

“Greetings,” Paul said, barely paying me any mind.

“Kandi knows. Everything. She knows everything, Paul.”

“That’s fine. As long as she keeps her mouth shut.”

“She will,” Kristoph said, shooting me a look and a wink. I nodded eagerly.

“I’m good at keeping my mouth shut. I never said anything in school. That’s why I had to drop out.”

A mean smile curled over Paul’s face.

“Good girl. And, Kristoph—if that’s what you want to be called from now on, that’s fine with me—this is for you.”

He pressed an envelope towards Kristoph. Kristoph picked it up and I saw him open it: inside was a large, thick stack of hundred dollar bills.

“You definitely put on a great show the other night. This was the best haul yet. Take it easy, have some fun, and I’ll talk to you next month?”