Explicit - Part 2 of 2
Yvone
Summary: Yvone should've known better than to return home so late.At least the full moon is giving her enough light to make her way back.She will be home soon. What could possibly go wrong?
Notes: It’s been a while, but I needed to finish it ;)
When Yvone woke up the next morning, she felt lost for a moment.
Why was the bed so hard? Why was it so light inside her house?
Then she heard soft snoring from behind herself and it all came crashing down on her.
The werewolf! The fucking!
What the actual hell?
And was that a hard cock pressing against her back?
The werewolf was still cuddling her from behind, but there was something odd, something she couldn’t quite place…
When she lowered her eyes, she realized what it was: the arms! Those were normal arms, human arms… It was the morning. He wasn’t a werewolf anymore.
The arms wrapped around her thick and covered in dark hair, his hands -one resting on her belly, the other holding her tit -were big and rough. But not the point.
She tried looking over her shoulder to see him, but his face was hidden and she could only see a lot of her and big shoulders.
So he was big even when he wasn’t a wolf.
She tried moving, but his arms tightned around her. He grumbled something, the hand around her tit squeezing it, his cock pressing more firmly against her ass.
Yvone was immediately reminded of what he’d done to her the night before. And how much she’d enjoyed it.
The man was clearly stirring awake, still mumbling sleepily, but his other movements were much more obvious. He clearly had a one track mind.
The hand on her tit was now playing with it, and the one on her belly was sliding down.
“Excuse you.” Yvone called.
He froze for a second. Then his head came up and he peered at her. There was a riot of curls on his head, heavy browns and clear confusion.
Then… “Fuck!” He looked alarmed. “Last night…” He looked at her. “Did I hurt you?”
She couldn’t help but scoff. “Not exactly.” Although she was sore.
He frowned for a minute, then understanding spread across his face. Then he had the gall to smirk. “Oh I see. You fed the wolf.”
She huffed. “I didn’t have much of a choice.”
“But you’re not hurt.” He checked again.
“No.”
Silence.
That was when Yvone noticed his hands hadn’t moved from their positions. “Do I know you?” She asked.
“Not from around here.” He grumbled, lowering his head so he could sniff at her neck. “You smell really good.”
“What are you doing now?” She asked, even though her voice came out breathy, because he was… Yup, kissing her neck.
“Thanking you for last night.” He answered simply, his kisses on her neck so sweet she’d might even forgotten his hands, had he not pinched her nipple.
“And you think that’s the way to go?” She asked, already squirming against him.
His free hand dove between her legs. “Considering how wet you are… Yes.”
She couldn’t argue with that kind of logic.
His finger slid easily inside her as Yvone parted her thighs a bit to give him more space. He hummed in approval, nipping on her neck gently.
“I’ve never woke up feeling so good after a full moon.” He informed her, his finger fucking her. “And I think it’s thanks to this magical cunt.”
“Hey!”
He rolled her on her back and got between her legs. He pushed two fingers inside her cunt, fucking her a bit harder with them. “Yes, that’s what happened.” He grinned wolfishly -ha!- at her. “You calmed the beast.”
Yvone’s eyes fell on his cock. “It doesn’t look calmer.”
He chuckled and covered her body with his. “You need to work your magic then.”
Before she could sass him back, the man kissed her. She hadn’t kissed him as a wolf -was that even possible? -and his lips were surprisingly soft, just as his stubble was rough.
He kept on fingering her while they kissed, but as her moans grew louder he pulled back. “Fuck, you’re sweet.” He grinned. “Was I a good wolf and licked your cunt?”
“Yes.” She said honestly, hips moving, searching for his fingers.
“I’ll do it again later.” He promised. “Now I really need to fuck you again.”
He was smaller as a man, but that didn’t mean much as he was huge as a wolf. His cock was still big and hard, and it’d feel really good inside her.
He pulled back and brought her ankles to his shoulders, then pushed his cock inside her.
“You brute!” She whined. “Go slower.”
“It’s your fault for having such a pretty cunt.” He hissed, feeling her swallowing him.
Yvone wanted to tell him to go to hell, but conversation became impossible after that.
He fucked her as hard as he had as a wolf. In this position there was little she could do, but the stranger didn’t seem to mind as he plowed her cunt.
The wet slapping of skin sounded so dirty in broad daylight, but Yvone didn’t have in herself to care. Not when his cock was so satisfying.
The man wasn't able to keep a conversation any longer. His grunts were rough and breathless as he fucked her like was possessed, as if he needed to chase this feeling.
She snuck a hand down her body and played with her clit, getting a grunt of approval from the stranger fucking her.
He lowered his head to kiss her, bending her completely. He bit her lower lip and she snapped, screaming her orgasm into his mouth.
He growled -almost the same way as the night before -his thrusts losing cordination, but not intention.
When he came, he pushed his hips flush against hers, making her take every drop of his cum.
Yvone felt like she’d died. Twice.
He chuckled and pulled out of her body, lowing her legsso they cradled his body. “Magic indeed.”
She snorted.
The stranger leaned forward and dropped a sharp nip to her nipple, making Yvone squeak.
“By the way…” He drawled. “What’s your name?”
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