Chapter 10
SHANE
-NO! -With my hands on his chest, I push him hard, but he doesn’t move; on the contrary, he advances towards me and makes the head of his penis penetrate a little further into my body, which, for some strange reason, is wet. He grunts, a sound that sounds like approval – obviously he’s going to like it! I lift my face to tell him he can go to hell, but when our eyes make contact, I gasp. Liam… -I mumble, my voice shaking as I try to calm the flood of feelings. I know it might be a little far-fetched, but… -Is that you?
“Lobita. Mine. You’re mine.” -I hear Liam’s voice, though I can’t see him. “It’s me, Wolfie. You have nothing to fear.”
I flinch again at his whispered words. The wolf’s eyes are still locked on mine and, as crazy as it sounds, there is a deep understanding flowing through us. In that instant I understand something fundamental: beneath the appearance of this beast before me, I know he is the man I love. That revelation leaves me limp and on the verge of fainting. I reach out my hand to his face, unsure if I should touch him or not. What if I’m going crazy? What if this beast is not Liam?
I open my mouth and move it like a fish out of water; I can’t find the words; tears run freely down my cheeks. He swipes his claw and brushes one of my tears away as he continues to press deep inside me. The scene is as hot as it is repulsive; I want to stop him, but I cannot. Inside me a deep desire ignites and I just want this beast to possess me in some strange way. When I feel it working its way inside my body, I throw my head back, hitting the mirror, and close my eyes, letting myself be carried away by the sensation that runs through my body of pleasure. It feels so big that it expands the walls inside me, causing me even more pleasure. He begins a perfect back and forth with his hips, in a slow, torturing rhythm. I bring my hips a little closer to the edge of where I am to seek better friction. I feel my clit swelling, urgent and needing to be touched. I desperately need it to be touched. I know that if I lift my hands, which are what I am leaning on, I might fall, but I think it will be worth it. When I reach out to touch my clitoris, the wolf holds my hand with his powerful hand, being careful not to hurt me with his claws, pushing it away, and then I understand why; his hand goes straight to my clitoris and, very carefully, he touches it with his thumb as I let out a cry of pleasure into the air and he begins to ram me harder. Pleasure-laden moans flood the bathroom. The sensation my body experiences from having him inside me is too intense to ignore; I just give my body what it wants. My hormones are through the roof, so I let the pleasure take over. Then I think about the consequences this action may bring on me. The beast fucks me the way I like it: hard and fast. It’s as if it knows my body and knows what I need.
Before long, I cum hard, and I can feel him following me; I feel my body fill with a very hot liquid as he holds me, sticking me to his hairy body. Then he bites my shoulder, piercing my skin; I cry out in pain as I clutch at his massive biceps.
When the moment of passion is over, he pulls away and I feel the blood running down my shoulder. I open my eyes and see him wiping me, removing the blood from my body.
-I asked you not to bite me,” I protest, my voice cracking, feeling like I’m about to cry again. Haven’t you noticed that you fucked me like an animal? Get off! -What a hypocrite I am; in an instant, I was enjoying it. I’m so upset that I push him off. This time, he relents and lets me push him away. I jump down from the sink, turn, looking in the mirror so I can see my shoulder. I have a bite on it; the horror of what this could mean turns my stomach. I’ve seen enough sci-fi and horror movies to know that after a werewolf bite comes an incredible transformation-: I don’t want to be an animal! I refuse! Why did you do it? What the hell did I do to you to make you treat me this way? -I am hysterical and screaming every single word, pointing a finger at him. He lowers his head and his eyes look sad as he begins to back away towards the exit. He no longer looks like the fearsome wolf he did a moment ago; he looks sad and defeated. I don’t know what takes hold of me, but, without much thought, I take the sudden courage that comes to me and, bravely, I demand of him:
“Please come out. Leave me alone. I know you can understand me. -I don’t know if I’m really talking to the beast or to the person I think is inside that beast. Because, after all, this is a dream and I’m going to wake up at some point; it has to be. It’s not a dream, it’s a nightmare; it’s the worst thing that could be happening to me. I’ve probably fallen asleep watching good horror movies with Marc.
The wolf comes out of the bathroom, leaving me alone. I slam the door shut and walk to the shower. I turn it on, annoyed, and don’t worry about the temperature of the hot water; I just drop to the floor as the water soaks me. I fold my legs, sticking them to my chest, and wrap my arms around them as I move back and forth repeatedly. The reality of what I’ve just done hits me hard: I’ve just had sex with a creature that, to anyone’s eyes, is a giant wolf walking on two legs. But if I’m honest with myself and I’ve seen enough fictional movies, I know that beast is a werewolf. It just can’t be real, because those creatures don’t exist. I must be dreaming, I surely am. But my body and sore pussy tell me that none of this has been a dream; on the contrary, it’s all very real. And as much as I want to evade what has happened, I have just had sex with a werewolf. Werewolf. How grotesque can that be. Would this fall under the category of zoophilia? No, I don’t think so; it can’t be, after all, it’s a man, right? No, it can’t be. I’ve just had intercourse with a beast.