Christmas With Wolves (Werewolf Couple Erotic Romance)

By Verity Rayne

Copyright 2014 Verity Rayne

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SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 25, 2007

At a quarter past midnight, a shimmering blue
light begins to wake you from your sleep. As you drift back into
consciousness, you welcome back the soft embrace of the satin
sheets, the crackle of a distant fireplace, the warmth of my body
cuddling up against your back, my left arm wrapped around your
torso. Only then do your eyes flutter open, your gaze taking in the
sight of a full moon in a crystal-clear sky. The massive
floor-to-ceiling window in our secluded mountain home gives you a
surreal panoramic view of the towering pine trees and purple
mountains, both chilled under the weight of the snow that fell the
night before.

But, more than anything, it is the full moon
that commands your attention.

You feel the sudden urge to stand up, to
climb out of bed. As you move your legs, my grasp tightens. You
gently coax my arm away with your grasp, then kiss my cheek as you
sit up in bed. As your naked legs dangle off the edge of the dark
four-poster bed, you adjust the translucent white fabric of your
nightgown, your only clothing. You look around and marvel at how
the moonlight illuminates the cavernous bedroom like a derelict
cathedral. Then, with a little squawk from the mattress, you stand
up. The carpet feels good between your toes.

Three steps later, you’re standing at the
window, looking up at the moon. Your hot breath leaves a little
round patch of condensation on the glass, a small circle whose
diameter grows and shrinks with each breath. Though the
half-consumed logs in the fireplace still warm the room, the glass
is still quite cold, and the world on the other side seems frozen
into a massive mural, all motion hidden in the stillness of
night.

You raise your right palm to the glass and
press it on a spot just to the right of the moon. As you do, a
familiar joy returns, the happy thought of cradling the moon in
your hand to know what it feels like, to examine it and better
understand its power. Reluctantly, the glass warms beneath your
soft palm.

Behind you, I am now awake, sitting up in bed
with my hands in my lap. I’m naked - save for a pair of grey
boxer-briefs - and beneath them, my cock begins to tingle and
expand. I’m smiling slyly as I watch you, watch the moonlight
penetrate your nightgown and reveal your naked backside beneath. As
I watch, I notice you bring your left hand to your mouth, then let
it glide slowly down the front of your body. I was reluctant to
approach you before, reluctant to disturb your moment of private
enjoyment, but I cannot help myself now. Quietly, I move the
coverlet aside and walk around the bed. Step by ginger step, I
approach you from behind.

The more you stare at the moon, the more you
feel its energy pour into your body like water into a glass. Your
left hand whisks the curves of your nightgown-covered breast and
grazes the erect nipple. A jingling pleasure from the contact makes
you gasp skyward and you instantly begin to feel wet between your
legs.

Very soon your secret will reveal itself to
me. There is nowhere for you to hide.

Right when you begin to notice my presence, a
kiss on the back of your neck comes at just the right time. Your
head turns back over your right shoulder and our faces meet in a
kiss. The hairs on my beard tickle your shoulder. Your right hand
squeaks down the glass and whips its hand to the back of my head,
your fingers running through my hair. My arms embrace you and my
left hand drags up to the nipple on your right breast. The contact
makes you step back and my underwear-covered cock pokes you
playfully on the butt.

As our kiss continues, the energy that filled
you begins to work its magic. It accelerates you, makes you hunger
more for what is to come than ever before. You spin toward me and
kiss my chest, then my lips again, and your breasts mash into my
body. Building on your speed, my hands begin to grab at the bottom
of your nightgown, hiking it up hungrily, and your naked butt
presses into the cold glass as our momentum pushes you back. Just
for a moment, we separate and I yank the nightgown over your head,
dispatching it swiftly to the floor a few feet from the fireplace.
You shift your weight toward me and press your naked skin against
mine, our hearts beating together, our warming bodies trying to
fuse into one. I take a step back to keep my balance, then feel
your fingers wedge beneath the elastic band of my boxer-briefs. You
yank them down in a flash, letting my cock stretch out.

When you face me once more, your eyes have
turned a peculiar yellow shade, each iris resembling a golden coin.
I’m about to say something, but you shove my chest and, with my
underwear still around my ankles, I stumble backwards and fall onto
your side of the bed. You stare at my erect member, rubbing your
swollen clit as you crouch down to examine my veins. I tremble with
anticipation.

All at once, you pounce and, on your knees,
you swallow my cock in one gulp. I moan loudly as you take me,
claiming my musk and seeking my seed. Eyes pinched shut, my face
contorts with pleasure and I play with your hair, enjoying how it
feels between my fingers. For you, my touch feels particularly good
this time and your ears begin to tingle. As I rub the sides of your
head, I notice something particularly soft, like velvet, and I am
intrigued. I try to sit up, but you strongarm me with a palm to my
chest that shoves me back down again. I’m about to cum already, but
then I feel my cock slip from your mouth, so I try to hold it
back.

I move my head up to see you start to climb
over me on all fours. Then, as you lift your head, I see two pointy
dog-like ears sticking out of your hair, each of them an almost
piercing shade of white. Not far from my left elbow, your right
hand clamps onto the coverlet. A small tuft of white fur is on the
back of it and I hear a faint tearing sound as your fingers dig
into the blankets. You put both hands on my chest and push your
body upward. For a second, I can feel your clawed fingers dig into
my chest, followed promptly by your sopping-wet pussy grazing past
the tingling tip of my cock. You look back and bring one of your
changing claws to my cock, guiding it into your slit.

Your hips slam down against mine, and I am
inside you, balls-deep.

We both moan this time, but your moan sounds
different this time, more animal-like. Your claws did not go deep
into my skin, but I’m too turned-on to care anyway. It’s warm
inside you, much more than before; and as you start to rock back
and forth on my lap, your juices dribble onto my balls.

Soon, you begin to hop on my cock, coating my
pulsing shaft with your cream. I kiss your left wrist and run my
hand up your perspiring arm. As I do, I look up at your naked body
and see a small patch of white fur sprout from just above your
breasts. When I grab your buttocks, groping them in my big hands, I
feel the rush of white fur cover the last of your skin. When I grip
them tighter, your head cranes to the vaulted ceiling. I’m on the
edge, but you beat me there.

“Auooooooo!” you howl, your folded white ears
twitching through your hair.

Your juice flows over me and I cum, my hips
bucking up into yours with every pulse. The mixture of us swirls
inside you, the extra oozing out.

But our juices are now mixing inside the new
creature you have become. You are half wolf now, but one with
curves that are undeniably yours.

From either side of your new narrow snout,
you stare me down with your menacing yellow eyes. You want more,
and you shall have it.

You lean forward and we kiss once more,
though now with more urgency than ever, and in this position, I can
feel your small fluffy tail wag back and forth, tickling my inner
thighs. My cock stirs inside you and begins to get hard. You sense
this by thrusting back down. My hands race up and down your furry
back, smearing your beads of sweat into a shining film. You push up
once more and hop with greater intensity, your breasts bouncing
along playfully. My hands slip back to your breasts and I knead
them in opposite directions. Sweat and juice combines at our loins,
pooling fluid on the blankets as your slick pussy keeps sucking my
throbbing member into its luscious grip.

Somehow, I manage to roll you over on your
back and start thrusting down into you. Your legs cross behind my
back, and your clawed paws lock around the back of my neck. I’m
trying to maintain your pace, but you start rocking your body
faster-yet, and my heart beats so fast it feels like it’s about to
explode. You begin to grumble and growl, baring your fangs. The
danger arouses me further. I can feel my body preparing for orgasm,
seed boiling within my testicles as they slap at your wet genitals.
All the while, more and more power has filled you from the moon,
and no matter how hard you’ve tried to expend it in our sex,
there’s too much of a surplus. You need to - no,
want
to -
release it. You look at my neck, at the moonlit veins with hungry
eyes. You know what’s going to happen and, in your ecstacy, that
there is no way to stop it. In a flash, you yank yourself up to me
and chomp down on my neck, then kiss the spot tenderly, letting the
taste of blood tickle your tongue.

I cringe and shudder, but in doing so I hold
you closer and savor your damp fur sliding against my skin.
Immediately after, you release my neck and I feel my own body
tingle. The same energy that filled you now flows into me, and my
eyes begin to glow golden as well. You see my ears stretch into
grey shapes and you can feel my nails sharpen into claws behind
your back, scratching you gently beneath your shoulder blades. The
changes give me a second wind, and I pick up speed when my
twitching chest hair thickens into a patch of grey fur. I grasp you
tighter still and get on my knees, pulling your body up from the
bed so we are vertical, my growing tongue sliding all over your
snout while my furry chest tickles your breasts. And as I sit on my
feet with you in my arms, I can feel my own grey tail start to
tickle my toes as it wags as wildly as yours.

Faster and faster we fuck, working each
other’s body to the absolute limit as we’re warmed by our friction.
We are nothing more than a machine churning out ecstacy, and with
the moon’s energy, there’s plenty to go around. We growl at each
other, spit-covered fangs licked over by hungry tongues. Your pussy
is hotter than ever, my cock just as hard, and under the moonlight,
we hold each other tighter than we ever have before. When it
happens, our furry bellies press together and we turn our heads to
the ceiling for another primal wail.

“Auooooooo!” we cry, our changed bodies
twitching as wave after relentless wave of pleasure washes over us
both, consuming us as we pump into and over each other’s sex.

As we catch our breath, we kiss once again,
wrapped in each other’s arms with our hushed breaths puffing at
each other’s shoulders. Outside the secluded ski lodge, a patch of
clouds moves over the moon. Slowly, in the gathering darkness, our
bodies return to their normal forms, our tails retreating and fur
receding. But our love remains unchanged, our bond forever set.
Together, we lay down on top of the covers and I cuddle my naked
form up to yours.

We sleep now as two wolves, both awaiting
eagerly the next full moon night.

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MONDAY, DECEMBER 24, 2007

That full moon comes on Christmas Eve, when
you and I are at my parent’s house.

Late that night, the final raindrops of a
passing storm tick against an upstairs window of my small, cozy
bedroom. Inside, behind a closed white door, you and I lie together
beneath the soft sheets and thick quilts of my queen-sized bed, my
body embracing yours from behind. Both of us are rolled to your
right, my hairy left arm draped across your soft breasts like a
living bra. My right hand cups your right ass cheek, barely
preventing my cock from poking your inviting crevice. Before bed,
we had some fun in the shower, lathering each other’s bodies and
squishing them together, mixing scents of fruit-scented bodywash
with our sex until our essence squirted out of us and down the
hungry drain. We hadn’t put our clothes on since, having just
managed to sneak into the bedroom just before my mom climbed up the
stairs.