Chapter 54 - (MYTHS'N'FANTASY) Guy vs Werewolf!
The dark night, its shadowy hold impeded only by the silver gleam of the full moon, is silent. There is no flutter or tweet of a bird, no scuttle of an insect or canter of a deer. Within the forest, dense and concealing, there is no sign of any life. Perhaps it is due to the close presence of a human resort, a myriad of spaced-out wooden structures designed to accommodate those who seek luxury. Or perhaps something else lurks in the maze of trees and bushes, something that all creatures have learned to fear, a moving shadow that creeps with the very stealth of darkness itself…
The night is cold, bitterly so, and thus the shadow that inspires silence in all others slinks towards the faint gleam of a villa. It holds no fear of humanity or of their strange creations, for it knows things that no other creature knows. It knows how to exploit humans and their disregard for the forest, knows how to take from them, how to make use of them, all in the realm of secrecy and the cover of darkness. With the cold a cruel and chilling nemesis tonight, it thus seeks to exploit a particular aspect of the human structure, one that makes it so appealing to the luxurious denizens of the villa.
On the large patio just behind the structure, facing the coalition of trees and bushes, sits the thick square-shaped construct the shadow has sought out. Covered by a heavy top, giving a faint humming sound, the robust thing seems an odd target for the creature, but there is method to the madness. Carefully, it steps onto the patio, checking the coast was clear, before moving towards the construct. Gripping onto the top, it pushes it upwards and then to the side, and at last the truth is revealed.
Within the construct simmers a clear pool of hot water, exposing it as a hot tub, a true item of luxury indeed. Rather deep and faintly lit by inner lights, already it is giving off steam on exposure to the cold and the very heat it exudes is enough to have the creature trembling with delight. A soft purr it gives, and then it hoists itself over the edge and steps into the water. The second its foot slips into the water, it is gifted a thrilling sensation of soothing heat that sears away the cold, and it cannot help but moan softly in delight.
Eager to be warmed, it immerses itself into the water with a rippling wave, reminding itself to keep quiet lest the human occupants hear. Ah, but it's so warm, so lustrous, so utterly inviting, that the creature can't resist giving another contented moan as it sits itself in the deepest seat. Engulfed up to the shoulders in the water, it lays back in the cocoon of heated fluids and sighs sweetly. The chill of the night no longer touches it, and here it may recuperate and warm for a good while. And of course, the human occupants would never know it was here…
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Nineteen and somewhat introverted, Jason Reyes turns off his Pokemon game for the night and decides he might as well take a dip in the hot tub while everyone else was gone. His parents and siblings were eager to explore whatever night-time restaurants the resort had to offer, but he'd been content with just a pizza and his games. His older brother had derided him for being a bore and not wanting to try new things, but let's be real, there was really no difference between restaurants here and restaurants. Heh, save for the prices of course.
Besides, the hot tub was a lovely thing, and it would be so nice to use it without anyone else barging in. His younger sister in particularly was fond of splashing everyone, so her absence would make this all the sweeter. Nodding in approval of his conviction, Jason hopped off of his bed and made his way down the stairs, stripping off his clothes with each step. There were always towels draped over the chair, given the hot tub's popularity, and he grabs one as he kicks off his pants, perfectly happy to make the dip a nude one. No-one else would be out at night, after all!
He snickers at that, and reaches the back door, reaching the knob so that he could… wait a sec. Pausing, he glances out towards the tub, nestled in the corner of the patio, and is bewildered to see light coming from it. Was it already open? Surely Dad had closed it after the previous dip, but it seemed like it was open. Jason suddenly felt a touch uneasy, hand frozen on the doorknob as he considered the implications. Had someone opened it? Was someone here? But he hadn't heard anything, and all the doors and windows were locked. Maybe it had been left open?
Well, only one way to find out. Carefully, Jason turned the knob and slowly, slowly opened the door. A gust of wind rolls in, and he cringes at the bitter chill it brings. It's almost enough to make him squeak, but he keeps his mouth clamped shut, determined not to give himself away. Carefully, he leans out into the cold night, eyes locked upon the hot tub, and he sees that it is indeed open.
And then his eyes widen with utter shock and disbelief, because there is something in it. Something that isn't human.
And yet, it did look oddly human-like. The body of the large creature sat within the tub, illuminated by the glow of the lights, was certainly humanoid, certainly built like a person. Upright body, legs and arms and head on top, and it seemed rather curvy, rather feminine even. But ah, it was not human, for no human has a coating of silvery fur, darker around the backside and paler at the front. No human would have a tail extending from just above the rear, or digitigrade legs, or claws, or a wolfish head.
For all intents and purposes, despite any ounce of logic in the world, Jason is beholding a werewolf in his hot tub. What else could it be? A humanoid wolf, sat in the tub, eyes closed and pointed ears drooped in relaxation, clearly enjoying the heat of the water. He really cannot put any description to the insanity of it all, staring dumbly at this completely audacious sight. A werewolf, in his hot tub. Holy mother of fuck. Even the chill of the wind cannot distract him now, stunned as he was, and his mind races with shock; what should he do? What the fuck should he do? What should-
Its ears flick up, its head tilts slightly and suddenly it's looking right at him, eyes snapping open to reveal blood red irises, staring right at him. Fear surges inside of him, colder than any wind, and he wonders if this is what it is to stare into death. The werewolf, the monster, is staring at him, seeming a touch surprised itself. It's sat in his hot tub and it's staring at him. Oh lord, oh hell, what should he do, what should he do, why can't he move, what the fuck-
With a slow, almost lazy moment, the beast stands up in the water, still looking at him, and yet no acting aggressively. As its body rises out of the water, he can see it clearly, very clearly, and all of a sudden his fear suddenly halts as a twisted wonder takes its place. Because you see, the werewolf was no 'it', but in fact a 'she'. The body was in fact quite curvaceous, quite feminine, curvy and widening at the hips, and even her wolfish head had a kind of womanly aspect to it; perhaps the prominent eyelashes, or the fur grown out like long hair, or even the muzzle.
And then there are her breasts. Big lovely tits protruding from her chest, probably like an E-cup, pale and silvery and tipped with dark nipples, lovingly coated in fine fur. Her tits shimmer in the moonlight, wet and dripping and quivering with her movements, and his eyes are locked upon them for a second. Looking lower, down her waifish frame, he sees how her groin clearly curves into a pussy, the sweet lips of labial folds engulfing her snatch, and he is left totally and utterly flabbergasted.
Seriously, he doesn't know what to do anymore. Is she gonna kill him now? Is he gonna stare at her until she gets weirded out and leaves? His dick is kind of getting hard even amidst his fear, just from staring at her lustrous body. What is even happening anymore?
They stare at each other for what seems like an eternity, before a slightly smile passes over the werewolf's muzzle, surprisingly like lips, and she idly sits back down. On a shallower seat now, the opposite side from him and keeping her impressive bosom above water, she lazily extends a clawed paw, points it at him and then beckons him towards her. She is honestly beckoning for him to come and join her, and he can only just stare in utter disbelief.
He is snapped out of it only by a throb of his penis, uncomfortably hardened by each moment ogling her chest, and he wonders if he should take the offer. Was she just hoping to bring him to her teeth? Should he run inside, lock the door and never come out? But then, if reality had already lost all reason, why not go all out? Slowly, almost mechanically, he drops his towel onto the patio and shakily approaches the hot tub. She's strewn out on her seat, legs spread and arms spreading over the side, and she simply smiles invitingly, red eyes gleaming and breasts alluring.
Carefully, he steps into the tub, shivering a bit as the heated water promptly sears away the chill in his skin, and he settles down before her, whimpering just a bit when his hard shaft is immersed in the heat. He gulps a little, wondering if she's seen it, and figures that of course she's seen it, how could she miss it? But the werewolf still does nothing; she just smiles her wolfish smile, relaxing before them, eyes never leaving him as he nestles himself into his own seat, awkwardly curled up a little.
Should he say something? Could she talk? Would she understand him? Questions flicker through his mind as he sits in the warm water, tentatively gazing upon her bosom, her oddly lovely face, her gleaming eyes. He just can't stop staring at her; surely he should say something? But he can't really think of anything, not that he can think clearly right now anyway. He can only just look at her, comprehend her reality, wonder how she hasn't just killed him and tremble at his erect shaft's tinging sensations as he gazes upon her breasts-
And then her arms move around, clawed hands slithering under the swell of her glorious bosom and cupping them up, and he stares with shocked awe as she slowly and teasingly jiggles them before him. Lovingly, sweetly, she rubs over her grand tits, teasing them right in front of him, bouncing them up and down and rippling the water with their mass. It's a sultry play, a teasing play, and all the while she smiles that wolfish smile, red eyes gleaming lewdly.
Dare he wonder if she's honestly trying to seduce him? Taunt him, tease him, titillate him? Jason can hardy think clearly, for he can only stare at her breasts with an ogling awe expected of your average teen on being confronted by such lustrous breast-play. His dick, quite hard now, quite enthralled by this audacious appeal of the werewolf, twitches under the water, and he gulps just a bit as he stares at her fondling.
She licks over her lips with a shockingly pink tongue, rather slowly, and she tilts her a little, all but inviting him onwards. Her hands squeeze the soft flesh of her immense rack, holding them up almost invitingly, and he vaguely realizes that she wants him to touch them himself. He shudders at the thought, the heat of the water steaming around him and probably steaming up his brain. Should he really do so? Was this but a lure, a naughty way to get him into biting range with minimal effort?
But you know what? His penis throbs again, spurring him on. Why not? He was already naked in the tub with her, a lustrous wolf babe with big tits. Why the fuck not?
Carefully, he leans forward a bit, stretches out his hands and then, in an almost unbelievable moment, they are upon the peaks of her tits. Her hard nipples tweak under his touch, her soft flesh kneading sweetly under them, and her downy warmth proves utterly inviting. He gasps just a little, stunned at the glorious reality of big tits at his hands, and the werewolf gives a faint growl, not intimidating but approving. She wanted him to touch them; she wants him to play with them. Why the fuck not?
Reverently, he squeezes at her tits, her own hands shifting away to give him full reign of them, and he is stunned at just how big and soft they are. He can cup them quite easily, hefting their weight up in his hands, and he jiggles them as she had jiggled them, bouncing them up and down in his grip. His fingers slither around them, squeezing at them, and then they shift back to feel over her hard nipples, tweak them in his touch. He bobs the grand boobs to and fro, side to side, pushing them together, and he is utterly enthralled by it.
The werewolf growls again, eyes twinkling with delight, and he sees that she's enjoying it, the contented way she lays back as she lets him grope her. The gorgeous monster girl is honestly liking him feeling her up, touching her tits, and Jason is completely spellbound by it all. Eyes wide, mouth agape and cock throbbing under the water, he fondles the wet tits of the werewolf as if there was nothing more in life worth doing. They're just so big and perfect, soft and malleable, heavy in the hands and inviting to the touch, and her approving growls are a cherry on top.
On impulse, he wants to feel more of them and thus he's suddenly leaning in to bring his mouth to the left tit, latching onto it with his lips and fastening securely upon it. Immediately he's went with the soft sensations of faint fur, of wetness and warmth, the taste of the water and the taste of tender flesh. Intrigued, enthralled, he starts sucking upon the sweet teat as the wolf gives a low croon of intrigue, finding herself quite delighted at his sudden bout of enthusiasm. Now this was getting more entertaining!
Reverently, Jason suckles upon her slick tit with gusto, fondling her grand rack throughout every sweet suck and kiss upon her hard nipple. His tongue lashes out across her downy fur, her sweet teat, and he finds it just so enthralling, utterly engaging! His cock throbs beneath the water, spurring him on from below, driving him to revel in her bosom and forget all his fears and doubts! Groping at her soft flesh, he keeps on sucking at her tit, revelling in her taste, in the approving sounds she makes, and maybe he had nothing to fear at all.
There's no real logic or rationale anymore. Beholden with her femininity, her lustrous breasts, suckling and fondling them, he no longer cares that she's some mythological beastess. Her sexual allure, her gorgeous breasts, just overcomes any and all unease, and all he can think of is just indulging further, enjoying these sweet tits! The werewolf herself has no objection, no problem at all; if anything, she only spurs him with her approving growls, her tender croons. She shudders pleasurably, enjoying the human's eager play, and she is all too happy to have him keep going.
After all, she has learned how to exploit humanity for more than just their creations. She knows the effect she has on them, the appeal she has, and thusly the werewolf has been just as happy to use them for her own satisfaction. The males of their kind are so easily lulled into her temptations, so easily drawn in by her beauty, and she greedily uses them to satisfy her lewder whims. Their cocks get so stiff for her, so eager, and when they are enthralled by her, she will have them fuck her. This boy is not the first cock she'll revel in, and he won't be the last either.
Now, with this eager boy sucking on her breasts, fondling them so nicely, the werewolf knows she has him right in her grasp. Ah, the sweet pleasure of his enthusiastic suckling is almost as satisfying as the heat of the water, and she gives a low groan in anticipation for just what other pleasures she'll have. She knows his penis is hardened and eager for her, stiff under the water, and the beastess trembles sweetly in anticipation for when he'll use it. Her cunt aches amidst the soothing heat, and it desires something more fulfilling. Perhaps a little goading was in order?
Amidst his reverent play of her tits, Jason shudders heavily for her growls of approval, from the throbs of his cock. He's so excited now, trembling with lustful desire, and every suck on her sweet tits, every kneading of them, just excites him further! Against all logic, he just wants to stick his dick in this gorgeous wolf chick so bad! He just wants to feel it, a sweet core as hot as the hot tub, and his penis just aches for satiation.
But would she allow it? Sucking on her tits may be one thing, but fucking her? Honestly fucking the wolf babe? He can't comprehend it. But surely he could try, right? Maybe see if she-
And then one of her hands is in the water, moving for his cock and he gasps when she squeezes her clawed fingers tenderly around his length. Shuddering with surprise, with awe and pleasure, he releases her boobs with a whine and turns his stunned eyes to her wolfish face. Her muzzle curls upwards into a sly smile, and the beastess' crimson eyes gleam brighter in the moonlight. She shudders sweetly, growls inviting, and her hips shift slightly beneath, all but invitingly shifting before him.
In the werewolf's eyes, he sees it plain as day; the sweet lust within that desires what he desires. She wants him to fuck her. She wants his shaft inside of her. Part of him wonders just who is the depraved one between them, whilst another wonders if she's done this before. But you know what? Jason's in no mood to care. Her hand strokes at his manhood, working it up further, provoking it, and those bloody eyes of hers all but demand for him to put it to work. She wants to be fucked, he wants to fuck, and neither of them are backing down now.
His hands shift around the sides of her torso and he holds him tightly to her, pressing his chest to her grand breasts as his head rests just under hers, and her hand guides his cock right to her cunt. Even under the steaming water of the hot tub, the heat of her snatch invites him like a grand gateway to heaven, and he shudders against her slick furry body in reverence. She coos tenderly gently him, her hand getting the tip of his shaft right to the lips of her snatch and withdraws it, shuddering herself as she groans for him to take her already.
Thusly, with a sharp thrust, the human does exactly that. His head pushes right into the hot sex of the beastess, as warm as the water all around them, and then he shifts from liquid to a tight canal. Gasping and moaning in utter awe as her vaginal walls encase his shaft, Jason pushes deeper, harder, desperate to get himself fully hilted inside of her. The werewolf herself tilts her head and growls in delight as his manhood pierces into her depths, stimulating her so sweetly, making her core ache with need. She wants more, more, and she will have more!
Deeper and deeper he goes, held closer to her lovely body as her arms slither around him, pushing him right into her sex. Her hot walls push apart fairly easily for him, inviting him onwards, inviting him deeper, and deeper indeed he goes. With a lustful moan, nuzzling his head into her soft wet fur, he bumps his hips against her groin as he hilts himself within, her cunt every bit as warm and inviting as the tub they're immersed in. It's all so good, so good, her walls contracting lovingly around his shaft, her tits pressed lovingly against his body, and he's just completely sunken into sexual awe!
Groaning heavily, her arms holding her tightly to him and ensuring he would stay locked with her, the boy does his best to draw himself out, withdrawing just enough from her intoxicating snatch to push back in. The werewolf groans delightedly at his eagerness, already thrusting into her, and she revels in the succulent sensations of an eager dick probing into her. Her tits feel so nice quashed against him, his frame is comforting in her embrace and she just wants him to fuck her harder and harder!
Enthralled by her cunt, the boy manages to pull out again, thrust back in, enticed by how inviting she was! Her pussy was a hot tub in itself, a glorious sensational pit of wonder that made him feel so warm and welcome! With the steaming water around him, the gorgeous bae cuddling him and his cock lodged in her cunt, he feels like he's in heaven itself, throwing aside all thoughts save for the glory of fucking this beastess!
Working up his rhythm now, the water rippling and steaming around him as he thrusts into her, gasping and groaning into her. Her sex was wondrous, astonishing and it all but tried to suck him in each time he pulled out. He gives it his all to get out and slam back in, the water shifting around him as he sunk into her snatch over and over again. Ah, it was just so fucking good, the best thing he'd ever felt, and he cries out for her in utter reverence for how good she was.
The werewolf merely rumbles in pleasure, herself enthralled by the eager shaft slamming into her cunt under the warm water. The heat of their sex is just as lustrous as the heat of the hot tub, and she cuddles him more fondly, trembling in endearment for how he so enthusiastically fucked her. Ooh, how she adored his shaft grinding over her inner walls, thrusting as deeply into her as it could! She just loved it when a human was so eager to fuck her, to use her willing holes, and she growled in her love for it all.
He keeps thrusting into her, spurred on by her sweet sounds, his hands rubbing under the water over her back as her cunt took him in so wonderfully. It was all so hot, all so glorious, and he moans heavily for her, totally enthralled to the lustrous beastess. He rubs his body against hers, her huge breasts grinding so nicely against his chest, kissing at her softness, fucking her as hard as he could. The heat is swelling within, hotter than her cunt or the hot tub itself, and he's so desperate to release it all!
Jason keeps on thrusting, knowing it's the only thing he can do, the only thing that matters anymore. The werewolf spurs him on with her tender embrace, her lovely sounds, and she's so eager for him to cum herself. She adores the outcome of her indulgences, adores hard cocks cumming for her, and she wants every last bit of his seed inside of her. Rumbling lovingly, she keeps him locked against her, grind her hips around his shaft to stimulate him further, and her evening relaxation is looking to be truly wondrous indeed.
Ooh, the boy's getting so close now, getting so hot inside. His thrusts are fevered and ecstatic, desperate to satisfy, desperate to reach the apex of euphoria. He groans heavily onto her, all but lost into it all, and the beastess rumbles in delight. Yes, cum for her, boy, cum for her, give her what she wanted! She holds him tighter still, growls intensely, lustfully, and she spurs him onwards. He's so close, at the very edge of his pleasure, and with one final push, he all but throws himself off of it!
With a wailing cry, the boy lodges his cock as deep as it can go inside of the hot snatch and unloads a grand ejaculation indeed. Hot fluids pour forth from his shaft right into the monster girl's cunt, right into her canal, searing her sweet innards with the viscous heat. As warm and fulling as the hot tub itself, it pleases her so sweetly, satisfies her so lewdly, and she throws her head back to give an echoing howl of happiness.
More and more cum spews into the beastess as Jason clings to her for dear life, gasping and whining as his body was overcome with glorious heat. Her canal is left saturated in his spunk, and now her very cervix allows it to spill within, taking his cum right into her very womb. Her howl goes on, goaded on by the wondrous euphoria she feels, and she is so utterly pleased to have the boy's seed inside of her. Had she the option, she'd have him cumming inside of her forever!
To his credit, the boy goes on for a fair while, moaning ecstatically as he pumps her sweet womanhood full of his seed, saturating her very womb. She trembles so lovingly, so sweetly, as semen pours into her, and the very fact that she is so pleasured is as enthralling as cumming inside of her itself! Just the fact he could please a mythological busty beauty, pump his load her, make her howl in ecstasy, it's all just so fucking good…
And then it's all over, and he's left to just slump against her, worn down and satisfied, and he groans in soft satiation. The werewolf's howl comes to an end, ending in a low growl of contentment, and she rumbles sweetly as she rubs her hands over his back, content to have his shaft buried inside of her. The hot tub steams and simmers throughout it all, and she feels ever so good indeed. The chill of night is forgotten amidst the heat, both of the water itself and the simple wonder of semen within her.
Enduring and powerful as she is, she's hardly worn down, so she takes her time to let him recover. Eventually, Jason finally recuperates from the intensity of orgasm, and he shivers softly as he comprehends the raw audacity of it all. His dick is lodged in the hot cum-filled cunt of a busty wolf babe, he's resting against her curvy frame, wet and furry, and her large tits are quashed right onto his chest. It's all so real, all so hot and he can only shudder in disbelief and pleasure throughout it all.
Man, he doesn't know if he's lucky or demented.
Tentatively, he looks up at the werewolf, and she's smiling that sultry smile at him, crimson eyes gleaming with endearment. Seems she's as satisfied as he is with the outcome, and seems she has no intention to kill him at all. He manages to smile back at her, figuring he might as well just roll with it all at this point, and snuggles back into her, hearing her growl softly and tenderly as she strokes his back.
Mm, his dick is warm and firm inside of her, soothed by her cunt and the fluids within, and he's so damn glad he opted to stay home tonight. What better outcome might there be than chilling in a hot tub with a hot wolfish babe and her cunt full of cum?
And then she provides a better outcome. A few moments of relaxation, and then she gently pushes him off of her, sitting him down across from her as he's finally released from her hold. He gulps a little, just a touch nervous at the fanged smile she gives him yet enthralled by the quivering of her tits, and then she turns from him. Seductively, the werewolf leans over, bracing her hands on the side of the tub, and she waves her plush rear before him, her cunt gleaming and slick, and the steam emitting around her just adds to the hotness of it all.
She's not done with him. She wants more, that much is clear. Amazed, thrilled, stunned, Jason follows his deepest instincts and stands up in the tub, the water rippling around his legs as he grabs onto the downy wet fur of her ass. Her tail wags before him, teasingly tickling over his chest, as he brings his hips to hers, and they share a moan of contentment as he pushes his cock into her, ready to give her however many fucks she wanted for the night, for as long as he was staying here even!
Ooh, assuredly this would be the best damn holiday he's ever had!
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Author's Notes: "LewdnCrude cannot guarantee every busty werewolf babe in a hot tub will be friendly. LewdnCrude accepts no responsibility for any homie maimed during any attempts to woo a busty werewolf babe in a hot tub."
Man, I wish my hot tub holidays featured busty horny monster girls, but all I get are the occasional rainfall and disturbingly aggressive wasps. Ah well. So thanks for reading, and next up we'll be having a futa lost at sea finding herself confronted by a horny shark babe...
And now, quick question; what kind of monster-girl scenario would you ever wanna be in?
