Disclaimer: This story does not belong to me, all rights reserved for Jamie White.
Tags: Futa, Werewolf, Yuri.
Werewolf Femdom
1
Jessica tried moving her arms, but they were roped down tight. She looked up at the hooded woman, the mysterious woman, and smiled. By all accounts, she should've been scared. She was tied down, and this strange person whom she did not recognize stood over her, the only thing revealed was breasts, barely contained by a bra.
But this is just as Jessica had hoped for it to become.
"What are you going to do to this poor, tied up princess?" she said seductively.
She also knew, in her head, she could truly get rid of the ropes at any moment if she wanted to.
The woman looked down at her. Jessica saw that she had confident brown eyes, the kind of eyes that a woman only has if she knows exactly what she wants and has no shame in admitting to it. Her lips formed a confident, excited smile, and she had flowing black hair that showed a great deal of care.
"Fuck you senseless," she said in the most low-key, confident way possible.
Jessica looked up at the ceiling, away from the woman, and when she looked back down, she was lying on her stomach, her head in front of her pussy. She sniffed around, and let out a cry. Jessica smiled, but this felt a bit weird. What woman let out a cry like a wolf before eating a woman out? Certainly she'd never had it happen before.
The woman then, without warning, seemed to bury her head into her pussy. Not metaphorically—literally seemed to bury her head into her pussy. Jessica cried out in shock, this sensation unreal… kind of unnatural.
But damn hot all the same.
"Oh God, you fucking woman," she said.
She didn't even know her name. She could barely remember having met her. In any case, all of that went to the wayside as she muzzled and flicked her tongue around inside her, hitting every spot that needed to be hit.
"Oh, fuck," she gasped out.
She looked down at the woman, playing with her breasts, as she desperately tried to move her arms and legs to wrap her legs around her or to put her hands on her hand. But the force simultaneously seemed too tight and not at all there, an unusual dynamic that made Jessica feel like she was in an odd place.
Then the woman came out of her pussy and looked into her eyes. Without losing eye contact, the woman double-fisted Jessica, who again began squirming.
"Fuck me, yes, yes, yes!"
The woman did just that with her hands, pounding her pussy with her fingers and fists. She loved looking into her eyes. It's like she controlled how her body reacted—if she smiled, as she did, it raised her tension. If she slanted her eyes into an intense gaze, the physical sensation rose, albeit without the emotional component.
After a few minutes of fisting, the woman removed her fists and took her pants off, revealing… a strap-on dildo. That, Jessica did not expect. Jessica chuckled, looked up, but before she could look down, she felt the dildo penetrate. Actually, she didn't even feel that—it was as if time had frozen, and when time resumed, the woman was already in there. She pounded, making Jessica's body shake and bounce, and she began tensing, pulling tightly on the ropes.
"FUCK!"
She could then feel a strange sensation fill her body. It was kind of like orgasm, yes, but it wasn't exactly that. It was much hotter—literally—and almost a bit more quick-rising, as if what was about to happen was a moment and not an event. The woman pounded with increased ferocity as her tension increased, and she saw her eyes grow wide.
"Oh, fuck," she said.
She felt the tension rising, reaching a crescendo in almost no time, and the woman's facial expression—as well as the feeling of swelling inside—made her feel like they were about to simultaneously cum, even though the woman couldn't.
"Yes! Fuck me!"
Then, she felt her body seem to explode.
Suddenly, though, the woman was gone. The ropes were gone. Jessica still felt a warm sensation running through her, as if she had in fact came, but she could move her body freely. She quickly sat up and looked over at her alarm clock.
It was 3:56 a.m.
"I have got to get laid," she said, in disbelief that she had had such a vivid sex dream—so vivid, in fact, it had seemingly made her cum.
Jessica did not sleep the rest of the night. Instead, she thought of how vivid the whole dream had been. The woman definitely reminded her of her ex, Felicia. Why she had not made that connection in the dream world, she did not know. But then again, it was a dream—they weren't supposed to make sense. The fact that she could simultaneously be tied down and be free to break the chains of such a BDSM experience. The way she stuck her head into her pussy, penetrating like an incredibly thick dick head. Her fisting.
It was all too much. She needed to get laid, to recalibrate her sense of what was normal for sex and what was just out of this world. Hell, she'd even forgotten… well, she hadn't forgotten what orgasm felt like. She could recognize the disparity in the dream. But she'd forgotten what good orgasm felt like. She'd relied on her hands and toys for too long.
At 8 a.m., she finally gave up on sleeping. She opened the door and her dog, Rascal, came barging in, jumping up on her and licking her.
"Easy, Ras," she said. "I didn't sleep well last night."
Seeming to understand her orders, Rascal sat down on all fours and looked up at her. It was hard for Jessica to feel annoyed when she saw the dog, and she smiled at it and pet it gently.
"But life's good when you're around," she said.
She headed downstairs and began cooking breakfast—eggs, bacon and a glass of milk—as she began listening to podcasts. She listened to a couple about history, and a few on various other topics. She wanted to keep her mind attuned, but distracted from the job of grading papers for the day. Such a task got extremely tedious by the time she'd seen the 15th argument over World War I that made no sense or, worse, was offensively inaccurate.
As she watched her bacon sizzle in the pan, she heard her phone buzz. She didn't think twice about it. She pulled up the phone, and saw a number she did not have saved in her phone had texted her. Intrigued, she opened the message.
"Hey Jessica! It's Stella. I'm passing through town for the weekend, wanna grab dinner?"
Jessica blushed. It had been so long since she'd seen Stella.
In fact, the last time she'd seem her was when she lost her lesbian cherry to her.
A young college sophomore at the time, Jessica had grown up in too strict a household to have seen anyone but boys. But then she met Stella out one night, and immediately became friends with her. She fell for her humor, for her low-key confidence, her smile.
But there was just one problem. Stella did not go to the same school as she did. In fact, she did not even live in the same state… or time zone, as Jessica did.
Jessica had two options—let it go, try and move on… or put two to three weeks of courtship into one night, finally get over her neurosis of being with the same sex, experience it, and then maybe, someday down the road, the two of them could meet up.
So Jessica pulled her back to her room. Stella told her everything up front—she could not stay after they banged, for she had an early flight, but she had to tell her so she wouldn't seem like an asshole. This made Jessica even more attracted to her, and the next word from either of them was "oh fuck," when Jessica began kissing Stella's stomach and groin, just above her pussy, in a tease.
The sex was great—it was her first time, not knowing what to expect meant it was that much better—but one thing always seemed to weird her out about Stella. She seemed to be holding something back. It seemed like she had even more to offer, but for whatever reason, wasn't letting it show.
She also had very odd yips. They sounded more wolf-like than human, but Jessica didn't know any better and didn't think twice about it.
But then she came, she came when she ate her out, and that was that. By 7 a.m., Stella had disappeared, as much a dream as an actual dream. Contact had not stopped. They both liked each other. But neither made the move to see the other for five years.
Until now.
When Jessica saw that—she assumed she had changed her number—she lit up. She'd waited for this day for a very long time, and she didn't want to waste anytime.
"Hey Stella! Yes, let's do that! How long are you in town for? Let's get drinks after dinner as well. :-)"
Stella wrote back immediately, and responded that she was down for that. Jessica smiled broadly. She was not the innocent, uncertain virgin anymore. She was a more experienced woman—still one who preferred polite ladies, but ladies who could turn into savages in bed—and she didn't want to beat around the bush when it came to what she wanted.
The dream had planted itself in her mind too much.
She needed to have the hottest bondage experience any woman could conceive.
2
Jessica walked up to the restaurant where she was meeting Stella in her sexiest outfit she could find. Her breasts practically popped out of dress, which barely came down to cover her thighs. She had on black high heels, probably a good four inches high. If it weren't for the liberal nature of her town, one might've considered her a prostitute. She certainly would've been back home.
She walked inside where the man behind the podium looked up, at first with professional disinterest and then with barely concealed arousal.
"Uh, good evening ma'am, is there anything, I mean, how many?"
"Oh, two, but I think my woman might be here already," she said.
"Jessica?"
Jessica whirled around to see Stella sitting in the waiting area. She had on glasses with black rims… and an equally hot red dress. She came to party as if at a nightclub in Vegas.
"Wow, Jessica, how have you been?" she said, not very subtly eyeing her body up and down.
"Very well, Stella, it's good to see you," she said, walking to her.
The two of them exchanged a hug and she held her tight, scratching her back gently with her hand. She pulled back and gave Stella a look that said, "You know why I'm dressed like this." Part of her hoped that Stella would say "you know what, fuck dinner, let's just go fuck and then get dinner."
But, alas. Stella was confident, but not that confident. She was still barely 25.
"So, uhh, what are you doing now, Jessica? Think last time I saw you was, what, five years back?"
Jessica nodded, tilting her head with a smile.
"I'm a teacher," she said. "Normally, I'd be grading papers."
Now was the time to raise the verbal stakes, she thought.
"But when a gorgeous old flame comes back into my life for a night, I have to make time for that."
Stella smiled. She was slowly starting to get it. She didn't want to appear too eager up front, but Jessica could tell she was starting to figure out why she was dressed that way, and it wasn't to compete with other women, for once.
The waitress came over and then advised them to the table. Stella led the way and put her hand on the small of Jessica's back, who felt a chill going down her spine when she did so. They came to the table, laid out the napkins across their laps, and laughed at each other.
"Five years," Stella said.
"You know I still think about that night quite a bit. You were quite the catch."
Stella nodded. Jessica could see in her eye a twinge of regret—regret that she did not live in the same area as her. Who knows where they would be if they were together in the same area? Dating seriously, for sure. At least.
"I'd be lying if I said I don't," Stella said with a smile.
That made Jessica's heart skip a beat and her stomach flutter a bit. Even though she had come out for a very specific purpose—to make Stella come back for some raw, savage, bondage sex—that didn't mean she couldn't also have a lot of emotion behind it as well.
"Oh, yeah? What about it?"
Stella looked up with a smirk and then grabbed a glass of water. She was trying to collect her thoughts so she could make sure she said the right thing.
"Just how tightly we connected, you know," she said. "We only hung out that night. It wasn't more than like, what, five hours? But sometimes you just know. You just have that connection. And I definitely felt that with you. I've been with girls for weeks and not felt a connection like that."
Jessica nodded. She did know. The same was true for her with people—guys in the beginning, girls as she became comfortable being lesbian. Stella, for whatever reason, had just been someone she clicked with instantly. She smiled. The waiter had not yet even come, and the conversation was already becoming open and raw.
Then, right on cue, the waiter came up. Jessica saw her introduce himself and take drink orders, but she kept Stella in her vision the whole time. She wondered how she would react to her true intentions.
But, then again, now her true intentions had morphed a bit. Now she wanted raw, savage, meaningful sex and not just raw and savage sex.
The waiter left, and Stella turned back to Jessica. With the table barely a couple feet across, Jessica rested her hand over Stella's right hand and smiled.
"Stella, I have a confession to make," she said. "You know why I'm here. I wanted a night like the one we had a few years ago. But I didn't just want that. I wanted it to be more primal, rawer, more… exotic."
"But I realize I still like you. I still very much want to be around you. So, when we're done here, we're going to go home, and we're going to have raw and hot sex. But it's going to be so thoroughly enjoyable, even more so than before, because it's you."
Stella nodded, and she looked like she wanted to say something. Something sat on the edge of her tongue, and it didn't look like she was going to just agree. Did she have some warning? Was she going to say something beautiful? Or what?
Jessica picked up on this, and looked at Stella strangely.
"What's wrong?" she said.
"I—" Stella began speaking, but then stopped himself.
She appeared to wonder whether she was about to say anything which made sense. She then gulped and smiled.
"I've changed a bit since we last hung, Jessica, that's all," she said.
Jessica chuckled and leaned back, flicking her hair to the side.
"What's that supposed to mean? Did you get a boob job or something?"
Stella, who had gotten a glass of water, spit up her drink and began laughing. As decidedly unsexy as it would've seemed on the outside, it did seem kind of cute to Jessica.
"No, no, just… ahh, I'll tell you when we get back to my place. Or your place?"
"My place," Jessica said.
"OK, your place. I just feel weird telling you out here."
Jessica nodded, and decided not to press the issue. Conversation was going well, both of them had opened up to each other completely, and there was no reason to make Stella defensive or awkward and end the night right there.
Instead, she shifted the subject to where Stella had traveled to recently. The two of them touched on the subject for a bit, and then went to other small-talk subjects. The heavy conversation ended, and the two talked as former lovers do when the reunite for the first time in years—lots of laughs, the occasional touch, a wistful look back at the past but without diving heavily into the deeper stuff until both parties were either heavily inebriated or one party had worked up the guts. Or, in their case, had already had such a conversation.
Jessica felt so right being there. She didn't know where things would go after this night. After all, Stella had to leave the next day, at least she presumed. And she had her contract for the next several months. But once that got done… who knew? Being back around her reminded her of how good things were.
Stella felt great too. She wasn't lying when she said she hadn't connected to a woman as strongly as Jessica since she had to leave her. But she hadn't told her the entire truth yet. Of what happened a few weeks after their hookup, which made it extremely difficult to get close to a woman, especially at night. How the change—which, her parents had quietly told her, laid dormant until she reached her 20's—turned her into a savage beast at night.
How was that going to work tonight? She'd have to take a risk. If there was anyone willing to try, it was Jessica.
The waiter came by after they had finished their meal and presented the check. Stella put down her card and smiled at Jessica, who put her hand on her.
"Thank you… baby," she said.
"Of course, you came out, it's the least I could do for you coming," she said.
"It better not be the last time I come tonight," she said, sending Stella into laughter and glances around to make sure no one had heard. "Stella, who cares if other people hear? I don't know if you noticed, but every woman in this place has turned their attention to us. We are the royalty of this place."
It was true. Stella had noticed more than a few eyes shifting their attention to their table. But she could only shrug and smile.
"Ready?" she said once the waiter came back with the check.
"Always," she said as she signed the check and walked outside.
They stood up and held hands, leaving the restaurant. They got to the parking lot, where Jessica stopped at her car.
"Stella," she said.
When Stella turned around, Jessica put her hands on her cheeks and leaned in. She embraced her, and they shared their first kiss in years.
It felt amazingly emotionally powerful. Jessica had not felt like this in years, and Stella hadn't even tried in years. The moment for both of them was enough to make them want to move for the other, to be together and have the rawest and most powerful sex ever.
After a few moments, Jessica pulled back. She looked into Stella's eyes, and the two of them shared a gaze for several moments before Jessica chuckled gently.
"Wait till we get back to the house," she said.
Stella nodded with a smile.
"Follow me, I'll see you there."
She then waited until Stella got into her car and began the drive home. The emotions were powerful. And now, the sex drive to get wild and kinky were even stronger.
3
The two of them arrived at the house about seven minutes later and Stella parked on the side of the street. Jessica walked into the house first, waiting in the hallway. She had to make sure everything was set up properly at her kitchen table. Tape, check. Rope, check. She was all set to go.
Stella walked in a few moments later and looked around at the entrance.
"Oh wow, nice house," she said.
She looked down and saw Jessica approaching. She had on a determined, daring smile on her face. Stella knew what was about to happen, but it didn't prevent her from feeling like a kid in first grade about to have her first kiss. She wrapped her arms around her neck and in one swift motion pressed her face against her. Tongues went down each other's throats soon, and gasps began coming out quickly. Jessica could barely form words, barely gasping out "oh, God, Stella." Stella's hands went to her ass, and when Jessica rubbed her hand down Stella's crotch, she groaned. She began pushing her toward the stairs and Jessica had to guide her.
"Kitchen, Stella, kitchen," she said.
Stella looked at her for a second of confusion, but then decided weird sex was better than no sex. She resumed groping and making out, then at one point going for her neck. Jessica crunched her neck up, it felt so good. Hopefully, she thought, hickeys disappeared before class. Otherwise, some fancy hair work was going to be needed.
They got to the kitchen and Stella pushed her onto the kitchen table. Utensils fell off and clanked on the floor, but Jessica didn't care. It sounded so much hotter, adding to the rough factor. Stella reached up and began removing her dress. Jessica smiled when she saw her body. Slender and perfect.
She reached down and pulled the straps off her dress and lowered them. Jessica stood up for a second and let the dress fall, leaving her in just her underwear, topless. Stella let out a smile, and then they resumed French kissing again. When Jessica ran her hands across her back, though, she noticed something particularly odd—she seemed hairier than a few minutes ago. Was she going crazy?
"You don't shave often, do you?" she said.
Stella pulled back, a sudden look of concern on her face.
"I didn't mean—" she said, suddenly worried that she had hit on too sensitive a spot.
"No," she said. "No, you're fine. Jessica, I need to know now, what were you planning to do?"
Jessica looked at her worried. This was not how she hoped things would go. She looked over at the countertop with the ropes and electric tape.
"I, well, I wanted you to tie me to the kitchen chair and do some filthy things to me."
Stella looked over and smiled, but then her look of concern reappeared. She gained composure, and looked at Jessica with a serious look.
"OK, Jessica, you know how I said something had changed but I didn't want to say what at the restaurant? Well, this is it. At night, I turn into a werewolf-human hybrid. I'm not a full wolf, and I'm not a full wolf. I get the best of both worlds. But when I become a wolf, I lose my human consciousness. I act on instinct alone. I haven't eaten anyone, don't worry about that. But we need to get you tied up."
Jessica's mind immediately raced to the possibilities. What the hell was going on? Werewolves were real? What did this mean for her?
"Jessica."
"OK, I, sorry, ok," she said, stammering over her words.
Stella put her hand on her arm. Jessica could see her developing a 5 o'clock shadow rapidly.
"You also need to know. When I undergo this transformation, I grow male genitals. But trust me. You'll like it. I'm still female."
Well, Jessica thought, if I was going to bring back a woman I hadn't seen in five years back to my place for bondage sex, what's just taking it to another level gonna do? What difference would it make? She acquiesced and smiled, doing her best to go along with it.
She then slipped off her underwear and let Stella tie her with electric tape—the kind that would not peel hair off in the process—and ropes. Her hands went behind her back, behind the chair, forcing her breasts forward. Her legs were spread apart and tied down at the side of the chair. All the while, thicker hair began growing on Stella, and her voice progressively got deeper and deeper. When she was done, Jessica looked into her eyes with a daring smile. She tried to force herself from the chair—she could not. She could only kick her legs slightly out to the side, and even that was by only a few inches. She was, for all intents and purposes, Stella's to play with.
"What are you going to do to me, you… uhh, sexy werewolf you," she said, laughing.
She looked down at Stella's underwear, and saw a bulge beginning to form. It was an unmistakable shape.
Then, suddenly, Stella went down on all fours and let out a loud roar, and her pants literally exploded off of her. Jessica could only see her back and ass, but she seemed to be growing, the fur growing thicker than before. Her head slanted forward, like a wolf's nostrils forming. This went on for several seconds, but one thing she did notice was the wolf kept human extremities—it had human hands and human feet, and human arms. But the rest of it seemed as wolf-like as it got.
"Stella?" she said.
Then the wolf slowly looked up at Jessica. The face was definitely that of a wolf's—she wasn't going to mistake it for Stella anytime soon. But she did see a primal urge in those eyes—a raw look that said it wanted something very badly.
And when it sat up completely and stood on its legs, Jessica realized really quickly what that thing was, and what Jessica meant when she said she'd develop man parts. Its cock was as thick as a redwood tree trunk, and long enough to easily fill up not just her pussy but her entire innerness as well.
So, she thought, I guess in a way, Stella did get enlargement. She looked up into the creature's eyes, and she noticed something she had not expected.
She was horny as hell, wetter than a just-broken dam, and wanted the monster to ravage her.
"Come fuck me, Stella. Fuck me just as you are."
4
Jessica watched with eager anticipation as Stella approached slowly, her hulking frame practically casting a shadow over all of Jessica and the chair. She looked at the monster's perfect body—slender but dominant and, of course, that monstrous cock. Really, once Jessica had gotten used to the fact that Stella had a ton of fur and a differently-shaped face and a cock, it was just a woman, albeit an incredibly sexy woman.
Stella got down on all fours in front of Jessica and began sniffing around. Feeling the breath of the wolf sent Jessica into excited shakes, as she began waiting for the monster's sniffing to reach between her legs. It started at her ankles, worked up to the knees, then the thighs… then, as if aware it would be teasing her, went to her neck and licked gently. Jessica scrunched her neck, but the sensation still felt more powerful than human tongue given how much area it could cover. It then did the same for her breasts, causing Jessica to toss her head back. She instinctively tried to reach up and grab Stella's head, but the restraints had been tied too well.
Then it went to her stomach, and finally, it got down to her pussy and Jessica braced. Just the anticipation alone was getting her off.
"Oh, God, Stella, just do it. Just do your worst."
The monster sniffed for many more seconds, and then let out a mix of prideful roar with excited cry. It then licked her pussy and Jessica let out a loud cry. Stella's tongue, too, had expanded, and there wasn't an area on her pussy it couldn't hit.
"Oh, you motherfucker!" she cried out.
Again, she tried to wrap her legs around Stella, but Stella knew what she was doing. The ropes had tied her down. She was truly bonded up with the wolf.
"Fuuuu—uuck!"
The monster licked for many more seconds, and Jessica thrashed around in the chair. The chair even shuffled a few times, but by and large, she remained motionless, within the confines of the chair, only able to adjust by inches.
She thought about how, yes, maybe this was in fact worth keeping around. When Stella had first told her she was a wolf by night, it seemed ludicrous—how could she ever be with someone that was a different creature depending on the day?
But if the wolf did exactly what she needed it to, what did it matter? The wolf wasn't a real wolf—this wasn't bestiality—and she could still sense Stella's presence in the monster—and soon, in her. The wolf met her needs and wants, and that's all one could ever ask for in a relationship of any kind.
So, maybe she would follow Stella. Besides, she thought, she'd understand a lot better than any other new girlfriends who didn't have background with Stella.
The monster then hit a particularly sensitive spot within her and she arched forward, crying out in ecstasy.
"GOD!"
She couldn't take it anymore. She had to have it rougher, harder.
"I want that dick in me, so bad, so fucking bad," she said.
Stella, who was mid-lick, pulled back slowly. She then stood up on her knees and put her dick in front of Jessica. Jessica tried moving her arms, but kept forgetting about the wraps. Instead, she opened her mouth, and Stella fucked her mouth. She slid in and out, sliding, trying to be careful not to choke Jessica—but with so much girth and length, it became inevitable and it happened a couple of times.
"Mmmfuummmm," she said.
The monster seemed to enjoy this especially much, letting out high pitched howls and cries.
Finally, Jessica pulled her mouth back. She had enjoyed seeing the monster getting off, but without control of the situation, she worried she might jam too far.
"Fuck my pussy, you fucking beast," she said. "Come on, Stella, get that dick in my pussy."
Stella bent over, and Jessica braced herself for the monster to slide himself in.
Instead, much to her surprise, she picked up the entire chair and held her close. She yelled out in surprise, but loved the raw power shown. Not even the strongest woman she knew had the power to lift both her and a chair up. This was a new level of primal urge. This was hotter beyond humanely possible.
The monster then slid her down, and she saw its dick stiff and ready for entry. She breathed slowly and then her eyes went wide when the creature slid in.
"Oh, fuck fuck fuuuuck."
Stella let out a cry, and the bouncing began. Much to Jessica's surprise, she didn't feel like she was bouncing against the chair. The position of her legs and arms, along with the monster's maneuvering, meant that it was like fucking underwater with her hands and legs locked in place. She cried and moaned, and she could feel tension rising up in her pussy.
She thought about how she needed to do this more often. But only with Stella. She wondered if Stella told the truth when she said she acted purely on instinct as a wolf. It seemed doubtful—how would the wolf know how to bounce her to ensure she didn't get splinters from sliding on the chair awkwardly?
She decided, looking into her face, her cock filling every crevice and rubbing her G-spot hard, that she would follow her wherever she went.
The sex continued for a couple of minutes, and Jessica noticed something—she was getting off very fast. Faster than human dick, which couldn't even get her off, and faster than any tongue. The beast's cock filled her so much, it was impossible not to begin climaxing.
"Oh God, I'm right there, Stella," she said softly, barely able to speak.
The tension rose. Her entire body seemed to tense. She knew it was coming.
"Oh God, keep doing that, don't stop, no stop, ohhhhh."
She felt her body rising to a certain point. Conscious thought stopped. Her only focus at that moment was getting off.
And then she got to the tipping point.
"Ahh, AHHHHHHH!"
She cried as she trashed in the chair with the dick still thrashing around in her. She couldn't believe how this felt! It was, close to literally, out of this world. Her head tilted back, and much to her surprise, she broke free of the bonds, the orgasm causing her to spazz out so hard she had superhuman strength.
When she finally came to, she saw the monster going at her even harder, by now holding her instead of the chair, which had fallen from her orgasm. She felt the dick swell inside her, and knew she too was about to cum. Stella had begun letting out louder cries, and Jessica wanted to encourage her along.
"C'mon, you motherfucking monster, shoot that hot fucking cum in me."
The tip inside swelled. All it took was one more push. Jessica began bouncing her ass on the creature, now in control of her entire body.
"Cum!"
The beast exploded, and roared. Jessica let out soft cries and held on to the creature as her dick quivered inside her, shooting rope after roped of sperm into her. She smiled gleefully—even at her most primal, Jessica still had the ability to get Stella off.
"Fuck yes, you fucking thing," she said.
Eventually, the monster finished, and her body visibly relaxed and felt warm. She removed himself and let Jessica onto the floor. Jessica looked up into the eyes of the werewolf, and then noticed something curious—her body was reverting back to human.
The hair receded, the muscles became a little less visible, and the cock disappeared, replaced by a slow-forming pussy.
This went on for a few minutes on the floor, as the beast had laid down. Jessica used the opportunity to put her underwear back on and some gym clothes from the room over. When she came back, Stella was nearly back, naked on the floor. She became fully human, the fur on her arms disappearing, and looked up at Jessica.
"How… it's night and I'm human? What…"
Jessica came over and smiled, planting a kiss on her. She picked her up and helped guide her to the couch.
"You fucked me senseless, Stella, with your cock," she said laughing. "And apparently, I fucked you senseless."
Stella let out a laugh.
"I guess if I cum as a werewolf, I go back to being human?"
Jessica nodded.
"You got the beast out of you," she said. "You can go back to being fully human."
Stella smiled.
"Yeah… but I don't wanna quite go back to my own life. I think you get this better than most women would."
Jessica laughed and kissed Stella again.
"Don't worry baby, I'm not going anywhere," she said. "I don't know how it'll work with my job. I'll finish it out, but until then, not sure how it'll work. But I'll tell you this—I'm not going anywhere without you."
Stella smiled and pulled her close.
"Me either."
Jessica smiled and then laughed as she saw Ras come up to the two of them, licking Stella.
"Think the dog likes you," she said. "Like attracts like."
Stella looked into Jessica's eyes and beamed.
"I know."
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