I'm barely able to yank my fingers free of my lover's jaws before the transformation takes her. Her already bruised, broken body contorts in a sick dance as her eyes roll to the back of her skull. Her fur transforms from a fluffy white cloud to coarse black bramble while her fangs sturdy themselves in her skull and elongate. The claws I took from her remain lost as her hands and feet grow wider and more muscular. I find myself backing away as the woman twitches and writhes right off the bed and onto her hands and knees. Broken bones roughly mend as bruises are drank back into her body by her newly acquired regenerative abilities.

The transformation takes her somewhere between woman and wolf as her face lengthens and becomes broader with dark, full eyes finally flipping forward in her head. Moans of agony and whimpers of pain fill the small cabin as my lover's wounds are forced through multiple stages of healing in a matter of moments. The Khajiit finally crosses into more wolf than woman as she takes a stumbling step to her feet only to find her knees folding backwards and fully formed paws replacing her hands and feet. My love's tail remains half missing as even her new form can't regrow what's already been taken. A final shudder and moan push my mate into her full form as she finally finds the strength to stand at her full height and swing her head around wildly.

Her twitching nose and desperate eyes give me enough warning to begin my own transformation. I allow a deep, primal growl to erupt from my throat as I smoothly go from Nord to werewolf. Once my transformation is complete, I find my love looking at me from a crouched position on the floor with her body curling in on itself. My shoulders roll to loosen my muscles and I let her explore the expanse of my transformed being. The Khajiit's injuries are fully mended, and I see in her eyes that she realizes the same thing I do. This is the best chance she's ever had to escape.

Fortunately, the transformation and healing have sapped the woman of all the sparse energy she already had available. It's all she can do to shudder enough to let the bandages now loosely hanging from her fall to the floor. Any chance of running away is dashed by the fact I'm faster, stronger, and better prepared than her. Still, I can't help myself imagining the fun of hunting the woman down as she flees and taking her in our shared bestial forms. I'm mulling over the idea when the Khajiit takes one tentative step towards me. My eyes snap down to her in time to see her lunging for my throat. I find myself admiring her courage even as I bring a hand down on her skull to stop her. My blow is enough to send the other woman back into her crouched position with a new bump on her head.

Without giving it any further thought, I take a few steps backwards and swing my head towards the door. The other werewolf takes one slow step towards the door with her eyes locked firmly on me. I give a snarl and swipe at her hindquarters to get her moving quicker. That's all the encouragement the woman needs to barrel through the previously locked, sturdy door and turn it into kindling. I know I'll have to fix the door eventually, but I can't bring myself to care as I charge after my love in bounds and leaps. Her scent is a familiar trail that fills my nose and I catch glimpses of her through the trees to assure me I'm still close at hand.

I allow her to run to her heart's content until we arrive at the open fields surrounding Whiterun. My love came this way in a desperate flight with no prior planning, so I'm not worried about her being able to retrace her steps should she find herself free again. Still, I decide she's had her fun pick up the pace before she can stumble upon any guards or civilians. The struggling, exhausted woman is scrabbling up a hill when I overtake her. Two howls mingle in the night as I'm upon her with one ringing in triumph and its twin ringing in agony. My teeth find the back of her neck and press until a warm wave of fresh blood fills my maw.

My lover goes down in a swinging, desperate bundle of fur and limbs below me. Whimpers and whines fill my ears as I pull her back down the hill into a more secluded dip. It only takes a moment or two for me to swing my leg over her ass and wiggle myself backwards into a mating position. As soon as she realizes what's happening, my love fights back with all the waning energy she still has in her. Muscular fingers grip and pull at my fur while a foot gives me a few kicks to the knee. I tighten my grip on her scruff and shake her hard enough to pull a scream of fear from between her lips.

When I stop, I find the Khajiit much more willing to see things my way. She remains quiet and compliant as I maneuver us into the position I want. Hidden from sight and safe in the wilderness, I slowly release my lover's neck and give her bleeding wounds gentle licks of reassurance. A shudder runs through her as I feel the bite I've given her clot and heal beneath my tongue. I give her one last lick behind the ear, earning me another shiver, and bring my hands down on her hips. My crushing grip fails to pull a complaint and my heart swells with pride in how far she's come and how much she's learned in just our brief time together as a bonded pair.

My prick swells from my body and I direct it to an area of my love that I'm well acquainted with: her unwilling cunt. Fucking in my wolf form has always been a favorite vice of mine and her warm, wet walls only remind me why as I slide home within her. A small whine of discomfort comes from the woman below me as my newly enhanced cock invades her. My cock is already large in my human form and my wolf form only makes it longer, thicker, and harder while my love's cunt remains as tight as ever. I find myself bottoming out with my knot still firmly outside the Khajiit's body. My teeth find her neck preemptively as I force myself further and further into her body. Agonized howls and feeble kicks greet me as I ravage her against her will.

Wet noises and howled protest fill my ears as blood froths between my pumping hips. Her clawless fingers scratch uselessly against the ground as her sounds of protest turn into half-formed pleas of mercy as she forces her voice to merge between woman and wolf. I give her the only mercy I can and bite harder to distract her from the pain as my knot finally rips itself past the barrier of her cunt and into the wet warmth awaiting it on the other side. My love's howls reach a crescendo as I'm forced into small, weak thrust due to my engorged knot firmly locking us together.

I fall into a rhythm of quick, shallow pumps into the unwilling woman beneath me punctuated by the occasional tightening of my jaws to keep her in place. Her protests have fallen into weak, shaky cries and the occasional twitch of a leg or arm as she tries getting herself into a more comfortable position. I refuse to allow her the ability to reposition herself for fear of her growing bold enough to try wiggling away. Her attempts at fleeing would harm both of us, but only one of us has the added risk of getting their dick ripped off. My cock further swells as I bring myself closer and closer to the edge and I feel my knot locking me tighter and tighter with my love.

I'm about to let myself go wild when I feel something odd happen. My lover begins to shrink between my jaws. As her agonized howls turn into humanoid screams, I become all too aware of what's happening. Her cunt becomes impossibly tight on me as I release her neck from between my fangs. Slowly, the werewolf I'm fucking becomes more and more Khajiit. I find myself savoring her thrashes and howls as her body finally relents and she finds herself a Khajiit once more. Of course, there's one important different now that she's once again in her Khajiit form: she still has a werewolf's cock firmly trapped inside her warm, wet cunt. I give her a comforting lick across the back of her skull and quiet cries are my only reward.

"It hurts..." I keep pumping my hips and trap the woman against me in a crushing grip. More sniffles and sobs.

"You're ripping me apart...". I find myself standing with the woman still firmly in my grasp. Her feet dangling in the air and her torso solidly held in my crushing grip, I'm free to use both hips and hands to bring the woman down to meet my cock before raising her up once again. I find myself turning my head downwards to see a crying, puffy Khajiit face looking up at me. I allow my tongue to roll out and thick ropes of my spit rain down on her. Even more sobs and weak struggles.

She tries turning her head away and a deep, rumbling growl that shakes her against my chest has her turning her face back up into my gift of rain. I use my lover as a fuck toy and do my best to let my voice become more woman than wolf. I want her to hear what I have to say. I keep desperately fucking into her and using her as I dangle my head down to hang beside her.

"You're such a good sleeve for me.". My voice is rumbling and deep, but it's human enough she can understand it for what it is. The words of praise I lavish upon her only bring more tears and weak kicks. I force my too large tongue into her mouth and pump faster as I feel a familiar tingle at the back of my skull warning me my transformation will end soon.

I find myself speeding up and am all but slamming the woman down on my cock and ripping her back up at a pace that causes her head to slam back into my chest on every thrust. I'm ramming into the woman's bruised, battered cervix on every thrust and my knot has swollen so much I can feel fresh blood pouring down my thighs and tangling in my fur. I feel the Khajiit's teeth weakly bite against my tongue's invasion and it's the last bit I need. I slam her fully down on my prick and hold her as I release a torrent of seed into her.

My lover cries out in pain and confusion as she tries wiggling further up on my cock. I hold her firm and give a growl of warning as her cunt is flooded with my thick knot acting as a dam. Once I feel my knot begin to deflate, I do one last thing to add to the Khajiit's humiliation. I swing her around so she's facing me and lay her down upon the grass with her cunt still elevated to meet my cock. The woman sobs and closes her eyes as I pull my prick free and angle her hips so my flood of cum runs down her stomach and ends either pooling on her breast or continuing the slide down onto her face. Cum and tears mix as the woman sobs her discontent. I'm still admiring my work when the transformation back to Nord finally takes me.