feral wolf

"You're glowing tonight," Mark said, his eyes tracing the curve of Elena's neck as she stepped into the dimly lit room. She smirked, her eyes reflecting the flickering candlelight.

Elena's skin had taken on an unearthly sheen, a clear sign of the full moon's approach. Her pupils had dilated into black pools that seemed to swallow the light. Her movements were fluid and predatory, a stark contrast to her usual grace. She knew the transformation was coming, and she reveled in it.

With a playful growl, she turned away from Mark, presenting her round, firm ass to him. The fur that coated her body grew thicker, a soft, inviting plushness that rippled with every flex of her powerful muscles. The air grew heavy with her scent, a musky perfume that sent a jolt of arousal through Mark's body. He knew what she wanted, what she needed.

He stepped closer, his hands tracing the line of fur that trailed down her spine, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath it. He could see the tension in her body, the way her muscles tightened in anticipation. He leaned in, breathing in her scent, a heady mix of earth and arousal. He knew this was going to be an intense night, one that would push the boundaries of their relationship further than ever before.

With a primal need driving him, Mark positioned himself behind her, his erection pressing against her soft fur. He watched as her tail twitched and her hips swayed, beckoning him closer. His hand reached around to caress her firm, swollen breasts, the fur there a stark contrast to the smoothness of her skin. Her nipples hardened under his touch, and she let out a low whine that sent a thrill through his body.

He pushed into her, feeling the tightness of her transformed body clench around him. Her inner walls quivered as she adjusted to his size, her canine anatomy surprisingly accommodating. The sensation was unlike anything he'd ever felt with a human, the fur providing an extra layer of friction that only served to heighten his pleasure.

Elena's growls grew louder, her body moving in time with his thrusts. Her hips bucked back against him, urging him deeper. The room echoed with the sound of their bodies slapping together, a primal rhythm that seemed to resonate with the very fabric of the night itself.

Mark's grip tightened on her hips, his fingers digging into the fur as he fucked her with a ferocity that matched her own. He could feel the beginnings of his climax building, a pressure that threatened to overwhelm him. But he held back, driven by the desire to see her lose control first.

He raised his hand and brought it down on her ass with a resounding smack, the sound echoing through the room. Elena yelped, her eyes flashing with a mix of pleasure and surprise. The smack of skin on fur was a new sensation, one that seemed to resonate through her entire body. Her tail swished in the air, and she pushed back against him with renewed vigor.

The fur on her cheeks grew wet with her arousal, and Mark could feel her body tightening around him with every stroke. He knew she was close, her muscles spasming around his cock in a delicious rhythm that was driving him to the edge. He spanked her again, harder this time, watching as the fur rippled across her ass with the impact. Her howl of pleasure was music to his ears, and he felt his control slipping.

Moving his hand from her hip, Mark reached around and found Elena's clit, already swollen and sensitive. He began to rub it in firm circles, feeling the slickness of her juices coating his thumb. She bucked wildly against him, her body a maelstrom of pleasure and need. He knew that he needed to push her over the edge, to claim her completely in this moment of primal passion.

Without warning, he slid his thumb into her tight anus, the fur there tickling his skin. Elena's howl grew louder, the sound reverberating through the room like a wild animal in heat. The sudden intrusion sent shockwaves of pleasure through her, her body tightening around his cock in a vice-like grip. He felt her walls clench and release, a sign that she was approaching the pinnacle of her climax.

Mark's thrusts grew more erratic as he fought against his own building orgasm. The feeling of her tight ass around his thumb was exhilarating, adding a new dimension to the already intense sensations. He pushed in and out of her in time with his strokes, feeling her body quiver beneath his touch. He could feel the tension in her, the coil of energy ready to unleash.

Elena's breath came in ragged gasps, her eyes squeezed shut in concentration. The dual penetration sent waves of pleasure crashing through her, a sensation that seemed to resonate with her very core. Her legs trembled, and her paws dug into the soft rug beneath her as she struggled to maintain her balance.

The moment Mark felt his climax approaching, he grabbed her tail firmly, using it to pull her even closer. The grip sent a bolt of electricity up her spine, and she arched her back, her mouth open in a silent scream. His other hand slammed down onto her hip, holding her in place as he drove into her with all the strength he had.

The sensation of his hot cum filling her up sent Elena over the edge. She howled, the sound a mix of pleasure and the raw power of the beast within her. Her body convulsed around him, her muscles tightening and releasing in a symphony of ecstasy. Mark could feel her pussy clenching down on his cock, milking him for every drop as she came undone.

He held onto her hips, panting heavily as he watched her body writhe. Her fur stood on end, and her tail lashed back and forth as she rode the waves of her orgasm. The sight was nothing short of mesmerizing, a creature of beauty and power lost in the throes of passion. He didn't dare move, not wanting to break the spell that had been cast between them.

Finally, her body began to still, and she opened her eyes, looking back at him with a mix of lust and something primal, something that sent a shiver down his spine. "More," she growled, the word coming out as a demand rather than a request.

Mark didn't hesitate. He pulled out of her slick pussy and aimed for her tight, puckered anus. It was a snug fit, even for his thumb, but the way she'd taken his entire length moments ago told him she was more than capable. He pushed in slowly, watching her expression for any sign of pain. But all he saw was desire, her eyes glazed over with need.

With a grunt, he slammed her against the wall, the impact making the pictures rattle. The sudden change in angle and pressure sent a jolt through Elena's body, her eyes rolling back in her head. She let out a guttural moan, her breath hot against the cool surface of the wall. The fur along her spine stood on end as Mark began to thrust, her body bouncing with every powerful stroke.

The fur around her anus provided a cushion of sorts, allowing him to push in deeper than he thought possible. The sensation was overwhelming, a delicious mix of pain and pleasure that had her clawing at the wall for purchase. She could feel his cock stretching her, filling her completely, the fur around her asshole matting with their combined fluids.

Her legs began to shake as he pounded into her, the rhythmic slap of their bodies against the wall becoming a staccato beat that seemed to sync with her racing heart. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through her, making her paws clench and her tail swish back and forth in an erratic dance.

Mark's eyes widened as he felt Elena's body begin to change even more, her human features receding to reveal the full extent of her werewolf nature. Her eyes had gone completely black, the pupils swallowed by darkness. Her teeth elongated into sharp fangs, and her nails grew into deadly claws that scored the wallpaper. He knew she was lost to the feral instincts that ruled her on these nights.

A thrill of excitement shot through him as he recognized the danger and the sheer power she now embodied. Without a second thought, he thrust into her even more relentlessly, matching the ferocity of her own movements. He felt her tighten around him, her snarls of pleasure turning into something more primal, more animalistic.

"You're mine," he whispered, his voice low and gruff. "My bitch." The words seemed to resonate within her, her eyes flashing with a newfound intensity. Her body responded, her hips bucking back to meet his every stroke with a wild abandon that left him breathless.

Elena's orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, her muscles clenching around his cock, her body trembling with the force of it. And still, Mark didn't stop, his thrusts growing stronger, more demanding. He felt the warmth of his cum filling her up, the feeling of her inner walls contracting around him with every pulse of his release.

Her howl grew in intensity, her body jolting with each spurt of his seed. She could feel him claiming her, marking her as his own, and the thought sent a thrill through her that was almost as potent as the pleasure itself. Her claws dug deeper into the wall, leaving gouges in the plaster as she tried to hold on to something, anything, in the face of such overwhelming sensation.

And then, with a final, desperate growl, she felt the last of his cum fill her up, the warmth of it spreading through her in a way that was both comforting and exciting. She was his, utterly and completely, and the knowledge filled her with a fierce satisfaction.

Mark pulled out of her, his cock glistening with their combined fluids. He grabbed Elena's head, turning her to face him. The fur on her cheeks was now slick with sweat, her eyes still wild with the remnants of her climax. "Now, suck," he ordered, his voice firm and commanding.

Elena obeyed without hesitation, her mouth opening to take him in. The fur on her face brushed against his thighs as she leaned in, her tongue flicking out to taste the remnants of her own juices on his shaft. Mark's cock twitched at the contact, the sensation of her tongue sending a shiver through him. He felt a rush of power knowing she was obeying his every command, her animal instincts fully under his control.

He guided her head, pushing her down further until his cock was buried in her throat. She took him eagerly, her werewolf reflexes allowing her to deep-throat him without gagging. The room was filled with the sound of her muffled moans and his own grunts of pleasure as he fucked her mouth with the same ferocity he had her ass. Her claws dug into his thighs, leaving faint marks as she held onto him, her eyes never leaving his.

He watched as her eyes rolled back, the pupils fully dilated, and he knew she was on the edge again. He stroked her fur gently, praising her with a simple, "Good girl," his voice a low growl that seemed to resonate with her own animal instincts. The words sent a shiver down her spine, and she redoubled her efforts, sucking him with renewed vigor.

The fur on her face was matted with sweat and saliva, creating a wet, erotic contrast to the dry heat of their bodies. Mark's hand tightened in her hair, guiding her movements, pushing her to take more of him. He could feel the power dynamic between them shifting, the lines of human and beast blurring until all that was left was raw, primal need.

"That's it," he groaned, his voice thick with lust. "Take it all."

Elena's throat muscles worked around his cock, her mouth stretched wide to accommodate his girth. The fur around her snout was plastered to her face, damp with their combined exertion. Her eyes watered, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned into it, her animal instincts responding to his dominance with an eagerness that surprised even her.

"Such a good girl," Mark murmured, his hand tightening in her fur as he watched her struggle to take him in deeper. The sight of her, his beautiful wife transformed into this creature of the night, was more arousing than he could have ever imagined. Her eyes shone with a mix of pleasure and submission that made his blood boil.