“You know, I think you could park a tank on this bed,” said Cal. He was teasing George, but admiring the bed at the same time.
“Yes, and next time you break your bed because you shifted in your sleep, just remember that it will never happen to me,” said George with just a hint of sub-vocals.
Cal laughed and they started moving it into the bedroom. Ten minutes later, it was set up and Angie and Ginny started to make the bed.
“I never thought I’d miss a piece of furniture,” said Angie. “But after months of sleeping nearly alone for fear George’d crush the bed, I’m happy to see it.
“I know what you mean. Mine is a version of this one. Too many broken box springs for me not to do it,” said Ginny.
“Did George design it?” asked Angie.
“No, this design has been around for hundreds of years. You can see examples of lighter models if you look up Viking beds. Ours just don’t have the fancy posts,” Ginny said tucking the last corner of the sheet into place.
“Okay. Now to see if we can get anyone to go to bed,” said Angie. She was looking forward to going to bed.
*
George came out of the bathroom and flopped on his bed. “Ah, it has been way too long,” he said. Angie giggled and he scooped her up and pulled her close.
“You’re in a good mood,” she said.
“Of course! I have my bed, my woman and I even have a lock on the door so that no one bothers me while I ravish her,” he said kissing her all over. Angie giggled and enjoyed the kisses. George sucked a nipple into his mouth and tongued it until Angie gasped. He ran his fingertips across her belly and then down between her legs. She was soaked. They’d tried having sex on the B&B bed, on the floor and even outside. It just hadn’t worked very well.
Angie reached down to stroke George’s cock. The size of it still amazed her after all this time, although she had gotten use to his girth. George moaned as she touched him. She wiggled around on the bed and took his cock into her mouth as best she could.
“Oh,” moaned George. He didn’t move for a few moments, just savoring the feel of her mouth on him. Then he gathered a few brain cells and started moving his fingers in and out of her pussy. She wiggled and moaned, which vibrated against his cock. A few more groans like that and he wasn’t going to last.
Angie tasted the pre-cum on her tongue. She would have smiled had she been able. She kissed his cock on the very tip and then tried to turn around so that she could mount George. He held her by her pussy, his fingers still plunging in and out making it hard for her to think or move.
“Gggggeorge,” she gasped. “Let me,…”
“Noh, Whhant to try,” he said. With that, he turned Angie until she was on her knees.
She braced herself as George came in from behind. Even though she was soaked, with juices running down her legs, it took a thrust or two for George to ‘seat’ himself deep in her pussy. They’d talked about this and yet George never said when he would try shifting or not during sex. They had set up a safe word though in case he was just too big to handle. His hands felt so good on her hips She felt lightheaded and all the edges were going soft as George stroked in and out of her pussy. It felt good.
“Ahhh,” she moaned into the pillow under her head.
George shifted just a little more. He’d realized that he grew longer but not much more in girth when he shifted. He moved his arms down to the sides of Angie’s hips, pinning her in place, while not scratching her soft skin. He increased his pace and it felt so good. Angie moaned again under him.
“Ruh ohkhy?” he tried to ask, nearly too shifted to talk.
“Yes, Oh gods, Oh,” she squeaked as she started to orgasm. Her muscles clenched around his cock.
George shifted full on and felt the knot form. He stroked faster now, his own orgasm so close.
“Oh! Oh! Oh gods!” moaned Angie. “So full! Oh myyyyyyyy!” ran the thoughts across her brain as she orgasmed.
Angie’s orgasm sent him over the edge and he came hard. It seemed like it took forever before his balls stopped pumping. Angie was still coming, and he rolled them over on their sides and wrapped his forelegs around her while he gently nipped her ears. He tried to shift back, but his body wasn’t having any of that yet.
“Ggeorge, I… I can’t move off of you,” she said at last. George just snuffled her. He couldn’t talk. She had tried and every time it was like she was held tight by his cock. It also sent her into another cycle of orgasms. Then it dawned on her what had happened.
“George, did a knot form?” she asked.
George licked her ear.
“Oh! We did it George!” she gasped. She had wiggled too much and her body obliged her with another orgasm. “Oh myyyy.”
After a few minutes, they both fell asleep.
Wolf held his soft mate next to him. The knot joined them and throbbed nicely. He felt good. “Mine. Mine,” he thought as he went to sleep.
At some point in the night, the knot relaxed. All the cum that had filled Angie began to depart as did George’s cock. It woke Angie up, and she realized what had happened. When she went to get up, George, still in wolf form growled in his sleep and pulled her closer. Angie gave up and slept in a puddle.
*
“Run?” the she-wolf danced back and forth on her legs next to her mate daring him.
“Chase!” Wolf thought as he lunged after his mate. She ran and he followed.
Two wolves ran in the woods outside of the B&B. They’d run for hours and finally stopped in a meadow. After a moment, Ginny and Patrick sat on the grass watching the stars. They’d made love earlier and while the knot hadn’t kept them long, it was getting close to dawn.
“Need to go Gin,” said Patrick.
“I know. Make love to me when we get back?” she asked as she shifted to wolf form again.