31. Transformation
Hanson felt the lycan’s hands wrap around him and drag him backwards. Marcel was already hard. He could feel it pressing against him when he leant in to whisper into his ear.
“I want you,” he hissed, his breath heavy on Hanson’s neck. The full moon always got his boyfriend like this.
Hanson swallowed hard. “R-Right here?”
“Yes.” Marcel’s arms slid forwards and started to undo his jeans. “Don’t you want me too?”
The zombie’s cheeks started to redden. His undead body should have been a respite from the embarrassing torment of a flushed face and yet now, as he always did, he’d turned the shade of a tomato. All he could manage was an eager nod.
“Then say it.”
Hanson quivered in his arms. “I-I want you.”
“Where?”
“I want you i-in… inside me.”
“Where?” the lycan repeated, gripping his boyfriend’s hips hard and dragging them back, grinding up against him.
Hanson whimpered. His scrambling hands held desperately onto the edge of the counter as he squeezed his eyes shut and he forced out the words. “I-In my ass. I want you in my ass!”
With one sharp yank, he was rendered nude from the waist down. His jeans and boxers were left twisted about his knees, keeping them pinned close together as Marcel’s eager fingers quickly returned to his hips. Again he wrenched him backwards, making him bend straight over. Hanson’s ass was in his hands now, each of his cheeks prime to be spread far apart, his whole body quivering when his grip tensed around him and sank into his soft, round flesh. His hole was twitching even before Marcel’s fat cock pressed against it. With a firm push, he slid into him, stretching him wide.
Only when he was fully inside him did the lycan’s body start to change. Hanson could feel his cock shifting inside him, growing and altering, but it wasn’t until he saw the arm gripping onto the kitchen counter beside him that his eyes widened. At first, it was just his claws. Where once there had been nails there were now sharpened talons, thickening his darkened fingers as they became calloused and hairy. Fur was bursting from each of his follicles and coating his body. In no time at all, the limb of a canine had taken his arm’s place, scratching at the counter-top with steadily quickening movements. The rest of him followed in quick succession. Soft fur pressed up against Hanson’s ass, cushioning the blow when Marcel dragged himself back and then slammed straight into him once more. The zombie slowly turned his head. He didn’t know what he’d expected to see slobbering over his shoulder, fangs protruding from the curls of his snarling black lips, but somehow this wasn’t it. Where once his boyfriend had been there stood a wolf-man, large and hulking, its great hands pinning him down.
Every thrust was harder now. It went deeper, stretched him wider, and brought even louder moans hurtling past his lips. His knuckles whitened as he held on for dear life. It was almost more than he could take. He’d never wanted Marcel to destroy him quite so desperately. The lycan must’ve been able to sense it too - he shifted his position, hooking his legs around Hanson’s and sinking so far into him that his eyes bulged wide. It hurt. The zombie rarely ever got to say that. It hurt and he wanted more.
Over and over Marcel fucked him, pounding him far harder than he’d ever done before. Each time he slammed into him, he left Hanson’s ass red and stinging, feeling almost as if he’d been spanked rather than violently thrust into. His eager half-squealed whines were vibrating every time. He was starting to think that maybe, for once, he’d be the first of the two to cum. Then he felt it. Marcel plunged all the way into him one last time and then stopped. His hips were grinding but they didn’t pull back, keeping him fully bottomed out. Hanson’s hole was already sore but now it was being stretched again. He gave out a surprised cry, jolting in the lycan’s grasp as his knot slowly started to expand inside him, pushing at the walls of his sore hole and making him squirm anew. It was so big that he knew even without trying that it was stuck there - his tight little rim was straining already. Tears had even started to stream down his cheeks when he bit his lip and moaned.
All at once, Marcel was cumming. He pushed even further into him, stretching another part of his hole anew and forcing a strangled choke past his throat. His load was thicker than usual, coating Hanson’s insides and filling him up with ropes of sticky fluid. The zombie would never admit it but it was the wetness in his ass that had tipped him over the edge as well. A screaming sob passed his lips as his hands moved to one of Marcel’s meaty furred arms, his fingers scrambling along its surface as he tried to find something to hold onto. He’d never came so hard or so long. When he was done, he could barely lift his head from the counter.
“W-We… We have to do that again…” he managed to say through his breathy pants.
