‘Every fiber in Connor’s body flared into a cold sweet of desire, the full moon hadn’t even rose however he could feel his old self slipping. He looked his lover in the eyes, your back to the forest ground tied in a satin white dress. Even as he huffed in animalistic breath you displayed no nervousness. He asked again if you wanted this, even in such a state he would never force anything on you. But he needed to make it known how mating season changes him, how he conquered his were-wolf abilities yet still he would act very different. Nodding, you said you trusted him, and how both of you only wanted to have something like this with each other. Ready or not a yellow color overtook his pupils, his skin stretched itself into his bigger form. His teeth turned to jaws meanwhile his fingernails twisted into claws. Admittedly a gulp of anxiety knotted in your throat at the sight. You’ve seen this form, but on mating season he’s as unpredictable as when you two first meet. Before thoughts could finish his claws made your dress ripped cloth as he stripped you like meat for him. His weight pressed down as he removed his own clothing. Connor was a big man even in human form, however as he drove his manhood into you.
‘It was clear a few inches of him stuck out of your entrance. He snarled at the realization, you were gasping as he thrusted to correct that. A matter of seconds you cried out how much it hurt but never wishing him to stop. You always enjoyed the sensual love making Connor would give you on normal days, yet his loss of control was dangerous. You were instantly turned on by how much he caves into making you his screaming and squirming meat for sex. His forehead presses against your jawline while his oversized teeth bite into the space between your neck and shoulder. He ungraciously digs his muscled fingers into your thighs as he plunges himself into you. The physical pain was a single drop in an ocean of pleasure and fantasy you were in. His panting was almost as loud as your cries while he mercilessly unloaded into you orgasm after orgasm. Toes curled against the soil beneath you. He planned a comfy space for you ahead of time. Always the gentleman, except in this act itself. You weren’t used to this type of treatment from him. First time for everything, and you certainly welcomed it if it was by him. He stops by morning at the exit of the full moon. He gazed at his lover in your marked, scratched, and sleeping form after god knows how many positions he subjected you to. Dressing you wasn’t an option by the small remnants of the dress that was left. A smile swept across his face by your sleepy expression as he bridal carried you off the dirt. Lamenting how you couldn’t take any more, he reassured he needs rest from the night you shared as well. All worry disappeared by your contently loving groans in his direction, no matter what form he was in he’s always seeking to please you.’
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