Christmas With Wolves (Werewolf Couple Erotic Romance) (2 page)

The rain stops and a familiar blue glow fills
the room through the shutters. As you adjust yourself in the bed,
pressing my arm against me with your ass, your eyes open, seeing
the orange numbers on the digital clock standing guard on the
bedside table. 11:47 P.M., it reads.

I sense your movement and mumble something,
letting my breath puff against the back of your neck, stirring the
tiny hairs there to attention. You smile and turn toward your left,
bringing your eyes toward mine. The tips of your ears start to
tingle, warmth radiating out from them under your soft hair. You
sit up and, as I move my arms, my own eyes gradually open to see
your face, half-lit by the twinkling icicle lights outside my
window. And, between the light and shadows, I can see your ears
have become pointy, their white furry shapes twitching from on top
of your head.

My smile soon matches yours and I sit up to
meet you, the quilts and sheets falling from our naked bodies. We
kiss, my arms wrapping around you and meeting at your back, mashing
your breasts into my chest. My left hand sneaks down your spine,
tickled by your growing white tail as it brushes against the
sheets. All the while, your own fingers are playing with my ears,
the thickening grey fur growing on them as they begin to match the
shape of yours.

As I feel my grey tail begin to tickle my
ass, its length brushing between the ruffled sheets, you bring your
right hand to my face, temporarily separating our lips and slowing
our transformations to a crawl.

I pull back and you smile, showing your fangs
as you step backwards out of the bed and onto the hardwood floor.
Cloaked by the long shadow cast by a dresser, I can only see the
twinkle from your eyes, beckoning me with their come-hither look.
Eagerly, I show my own fangs and throw the covers aside, ignoring
in my haste that both our families are all still asleep in the
rooms around us. Cautiously, I step out of the bed, my tail wagging
in earnest to your magic touch. I want to take you right there,
bend you over my bed and ram you from behind, but it’s clear you
have something else in mind. My curiosity is killing me.

You take my right hand in yours and we walk
three or four steps to the door, which you nudge open with your
hand half-covered in white fur. You look back at me as the door
begins to open, bringing the hallway into view. My heart is
pounding; I know that with so many people in the house, any of them
could wake up at any moment and discover us. But it’s clear you’re
not worried about this, and I find your confidence contagious
enough to make my own fears go away.

The door opens inward, quietly easing on its
old hinges until we can both look down the hallway toward the door
to my parents’ bedroom. Lights from the Christmas tree give the far
end of the hallway a yellowish glow, the amount of illumination
changing as the bulbs on the tree twinkle in random patterns.
Before I know it, we’re walking naked down the hallway. We can feel
every strand of fur poke through our skin as it slowly spreads over
us, tingling our jangled nerves. The magic that controls us is
toying with our forms, and we’re enjoying every second of it.

As our changing paws squish through the rough
carpet of the hallway, my cock continues to pound as I can’t stop
looking at your ass, at how the lights from the tree make the juice
from your legs glisten like icicles of sex. When we reach the top
of the stairwell that overlooks the living room, your hand tightens
on mine and your body comes into better view, powerful and
undeniably sexy, wisps of white fur like new-fallen snow on your
shoulders and the middle of your back. My mouth waters and my balls
tingle, grey fur slowly thickening around the base of my cock. You
look down and see our artificial tree, surrounded on two sides by a
couch and a chair, behind which is our modest dining room where we
pleasured each other beneath the table the night before.

You lead me down the stairs, the wooden
banisters wrapped in green garlands, and my cock bobs with each
step, bringing a small pain to the base. Mercifully, the stairs do
not creak. Your hands glide easily between the garlands, your eyes
transfixed by the tree; you float down the stairs. Even as our
energy consumes me, I can’t stop looking over my shoulder with
every step, still wondering if my parents were going to open those
double doors and discover our secret forms. Yet still we step
together, my hand in yours, down the final few steps. And when we
reach the bottom, my cock is harder than ever, dribbling a tiny
bubble of precum from its tip.

As we step toward the couch by the tree, its
plush striped fabric eagerly anticipating the warmth of our
tingling bodies, you turn toward me and we kiss once more. At last,
our hands roam free, groping each other’s flesh as our growing fur
keeps us warm. Our mouths are fused together now, tongues wrestling
each other as if we’re eating each other’s faces. You taste as
delicious as ever as you pant inside my mouth. My hands can’t stop
groping your asscheeks and, after a few seconds, I pull from our
kiss and start slathering my tongue over your nipples, tickling
each of your nubs hungrily. I’m about to drop to my knees, but you
beat me to it, leaping down to a squat and taking my throbbing rod
in your hands as they become paws.

I can feel the tip of your tongue lick the
hole on the fat head of my cock, savoring the flavor of my leaking
seed. Then your tongue begins to wag along its length, your hands
moving to my thighs, then at the crooks between my legs, taking my
balls in your paws. The moment you make contact, my hips thrust
forward on their own and you take me in your mouth. It’s warm and
wet inside you, your tongue hard at work, and we thrust hips and
face together as you suck me dry. My ears twitch and I can feel our
wolf snouts growing together. You’re taking me balls-deep and my
head’s craned to the ceiling, our faces pulsing to the changes as
my asshole begins to tighten. My fingers, slowly becoming paws like
yours, start to clinch your hair, holding on until you feel the my
claws on your scalp. My jaws are wide open and the way your paws
feel on my balls is driving me to orgasm faster than before. I hear
you mumble and I tremble to the tingle from the sound, trying to
keep from cumming for a few more seconds, for a few more licks. But
control is an illusion by now: by that point, we are wolves again,
fully returned to our primal forms.

All of a sudden, a dull thud comes from the
ceiling and I jump, making me blast a thick wad of cum down your
throat.

I shudder as my hip locks, just as much from
surprise as from pleasure, holding the back of your head and
looking above us as my cock continues bucking inside your mouth,
pumping more gobs of seed inside of you. The grinding sound on the
roof stops and we hold in place, me gasping for breath, but trying
unsuccessfully to be quiet. I’m relieved it’s no one inside the
house, but the realization of where the sounds are coming from
gives me an uneasy feeling.

Just then, I can feel you back your head up,
your throat swallowing my jizz. You wipe your mouth with the back
of your right paw, looking up to the ceiling with me. Both our ears
prick to the faint sound of jingling sleigh bells, to a few heavy
footsteps coming from above. Instinctively, we’re holding each
other face-to-face. Realizing my form, I am a bit nervous, but you
turn my face to yours. Your piercing eyes look back at me from
above your same familiar mischievous grin. As you draw your paw
from beneath my jaw, I can already feel myself getting hard again,
my sticky cock rubbing against your furry inner thigh.

Like two naughty children staying up past
bedtime, we sneak around the corner paw-in-paw past the living
room, toward the entrance to the kitchen. You peek your head around
the corner and look through the room to the adjoining living room,
to the smoldering embers in the fireplace. I am behind you once
more, my paws on your shoulders, sliding down your forearms before
they stop at your elbows. You glance back at me knowingly, then
hold your right paw to your face. I watch with you as specks of
dirt flutter down the chimney as a faint rustling sound comes into
the room. But the more I do, the more I keep staring at your
marvelous backside, your coat of white fur shimmering in the
flickering light from the tree. Just that quickly, I have forgotten
the sound from the roof and the fear that it brought.

I lean my face closer to the left side of
your neck and my paws begin to wander. The left one glides up to
your left breast, cupping it gently. My right paw succumbs to
gravity, tickling your tummy as it nears your wanting pussy. When I
kiss the crook of your neck, your body twitches, then relaxes. My
left paw begins groping your left breast, grabbing and swirling it
in lazy circles. As you exhale, your body instinctively inches back
into mine, and one of my claws tickles your swollen clit. Your eyes
close, then open, still watching intently as one black boot, then
another appear in the fireplace, round red-suited legs following
them down as our visitor appears. As you watch, you bend forward,
shoving your ass against my lap with my paw resting on your pubic
bone. Your right paw is reaching behind your head, caressing my
face and scratching the fur on my head. When you feel my fangs
nibble gently against your neck, your claws dig into me. You feel
the tip of my rock-hard cock tickling the bottom edge of your
pussy. I release your breast for a moment to take my cock in my
paw, guiding its fat tip into your dripping cunt. As our hips move
toward each other, easing my shaft inside you all the way to my
furry balls, I look up and follow your gaze back to the fireplace.
There, I’m startled to see a man in a red suit with his back to us,
dropping handfuls of candy into the stockings hung from the
mantle.

With your pussy throbbing around my hot rod,
however, soaking me in your delectable juice, the realization that
Santa Claus is in the next room immediately transforms into
excitement. He hasn’t seen us yet, and we are determined to make
the most of this.

We squish into each other once more, your ass
clapping against my grey thighs as I hold your body to me. My face
remains buried in your neck, licking and knawing it voraciously as
you crane your head up high, letting my left paw glide up and down
your throat before grabbing your bouncing breasts. My left paw is
covered by your own, holding it fast to your clit as I pump you
from behind. All the while, we glance up at Santa, watching him
move from stocking to stocking, never looking behind him as he
works.

The more Santa ignores us, the more
adventuresome we get. We start moaning louder and louder, thrusting
harder and faster. The more we fuck, the more you reach across the
entryway to the kitchen and grab a nearby wooden post with your
paws, letting your claws tear deep ruts into its shape. This leans
your body forward until it’s almost parallel with the ground,
backing your ass harder against my lap as we fuck. In this
position, my paws slide back to your hips, grabbing your asscheeks
firmly as I take you. Then I push your ass off me and spin you
around, lifting you up in my hands as your white furry legs wrap
around my hips. Our faces meet in a violent kiss and I ram my cock
back inside you, our paws roaming everywhere all over our bodies. I
bang you against one wall, then you push back and spin me backwards
into another, my cock getting harder as your pussy grips it
tighter, urging it to release once more.

We spin again and I set you on the edge of
the now-empty dining room table, its varnished wooden top warmed by
your tingling body as I lay you backward like the main course.
Lifting your legs up, I drill you intensely, my face tightening as
I’m about to orgasm once more. You feel your body scoot and squeak
its way back and forth against the table, our thrusts hard enough
now to knock one of the chairs to the floor. I look back at you and
lay my full weight on you, as if trying to fuse our wolf forms
together, and the table creaks out a complaint beneath us. As I
kick another chair over against the wall, one of your moans sends a
shiver through my right ear, your juice splattering out of you,
onto my cock and pooling onto the table, and I can’t hold back the
first pulse of cum. I dig my own claws into the tabletop and
shudder with you, our powerful jaws wide open as we are rendered
powerless by our combined climaxes.

With every pump of cum, however, I start to
become aware of a strange person’s sound, a voice coming from the
other end of the living room:

“HO-HO-HHH-HO-HH-HOO-HOOOOO!”

We look and there’s Santa Claus looking back
at us, sitting there with his pants down around his ankles. He’s
slumped backward on the couch by the tree with his right hand
wrapped around his fat red cock, and we look just in time to see
one final squirt of cum burst out of it, splattering against an
adjoining wall. When our eyes meet, his round cheeks burn bright
red from embarrassment. You’re about to say something when Santa
touches his nose with a cum-covered finger and disappears in a
cloud of sparkling white glitter. The grinding of the sleigh
against the roof and the jingling bells follow immediately
after.

We look back at each other in silence, then
start laughing, kissing each other as we do. I roll off of you and
pull you toward me, spooning our bodies together as we lay on the
dining room table.

As our bodies slowly revert once more, fur
retreating back into our bodies until we can feel our sweaty skin
once more, I whisper in your ear, “Merry Christmas, my dear,” then
nibble on your earlobe.