“I knew that I was trapped. I could feel Xavier's massive, pulsing werecock hovering just above my ass. I knew that the only way I would escape was if I gave him what he wanted...”
Becca is in awe of her friends. Cassi, with her tall, willowy frame and blonde hair, is able to project an overwhelming sense of confidence that she just can't quite manage. Alluna, with her massive tits and gorgeous curves, has managed to somehow land the hottest guy in school. So when Alluna asks for Becca's help in seeing her hottie, Xavier, Becca agrees to provide her all.
But Becca is surprised to discover Xavier's dirty secret – he's a werewolf! His transformations are triggered by sexual arousal, and he won't revert back to human until his carnal desires have been satisfied. And when Becca finds herself trapped beneath his hulking frame, feeling his massive cock rubbing against her hungrily, she knows that fucking him is her only means of escape.
Warning: this story contains adult scenes of woman-on-werewolf action, and is intended for mature audiences only.
Alluna was under several chairs, and although she was groaning and conscious, it didn't look like she would be getting up any time soon. “Alluna, how do I make him change back?” I begged, kneeling down beside her. “You have to tell me!”
“Ughh,” she managed to get out. “It's all about the sex, he needs release.” Her head lolled back from the effort of speaking.
I turned to glare at the momentarily incapacitated werewolf. It was only then that I noticed that, in the transformation, Xavier's cock had also grown, and was now long and knotted, hard and erect as it stood up from his pelvis. “Oh god,” I gasped, realizing what Alluna meant.
The angry wolf growled at me, and lunged. I flinched, throwing up my arms to block an attack, but the claws of the werewolf instead tore for my clothes, shredding my robes into pieces with his long, sharp fingernails. I screamed, but found myself facing the angry monster with nothing more than my bra and panties covering my skin.
Behind me, I heard Alluna suck in a breath. “You have to,” I heard her whisper...
About the Author
Claire Westwood grew up in the heartland of the country, surrounded by cornfields and cattle. She spent every summer reading, and by the time she left the Midwest, she had finished nearly every fiction book in her town's public library. Claire now lives in San Francisco, where she divides her time between composing long, intimate stories to send to her overseas lover, and editing these stories to share with the world.