The full moon hung heavy and low in the night sky, its silvery light casting eerie shadows through the dense forest. I, Lucas, the alpha werewolf, felt the familiar stirrings within me as the beast began to awaken. My uncle, Thomas, had been sending me naked selfies for weeks now, knowing this night would come. I could feel the change, the heat, the insatiable hunger for pleasure and dominance that only the full moon could bring.
"Uncle Thomas," I growled into my phone, my voice already thick with desire. "You know why I'm calling."
"Yes, nephew," his voice was a low rumble. "I'm ready for you. Come to my cabin. I'll leave the door unlocked."
I reached his cabin quickly, the wolf's speed and agility propelling me through the woods. The door was indeed unlocked, and I slipped inside, my eyes already glowing with the beast's intensity. Thomas was waiting, his body lean and muscular, his cock already hard and ready.
"You look hungry, Lucas," he murmured, his eyes locked onto mine.
"Starving," I growled, advancing on him. "And I'm going to feast on you."
He didn't resist as I pushed him onto the bed, my hands roaming over his body, exploring every inch of him. I leaned down, my tongue lapping at his neck, tasting his skin, marking him as mine. He groaned, his hands gripping my shoulders, pulling me closer.
"Fuck, Lucas," he whispered, his voice hoarse with need. "You're driving me crazy."
I grinned, my teeth elongating into fangs. "That's the idea."
I moved lower, my tongue licking and biting at his nipples, making him squirm beneath me. I could smell his arousal, could feel the heat radiating off his body. I wanted more. I wanted everything.
I sucked and nipped at his inner thighs, making him gasp and writhe. I could see his cock, hard and straining, and I licked my lips in anticipation. I took him into my mouth, my tongue swirling around his head, my teeth grazing his shaft. He moaned, his hands tangling in my hair, guiding me, encouraging me.
"God, Lucas," he panted. "You're so good at that."
I hummed in agreement, my mouth working on him, my hand stroking his length. I could feel him getting close, could taste his pre-cum on my tongue. But I wasn't ready for him to come yet. I wanted to feel him inside me, wanted to ride him until we both came undone.
I climbed back up his body, my cock hard and leaking, my body aching with need. He looked up at me, his eyes glazed with lust, and I knew he was ready. I positioned myself over him, my hands bracing on the bed, my body poised above his.
"You ready for me, Uncle?" I growled, my voice low and dangerous.
"Always," he groaned, his hips bucking up, trying to impale himself on my cock.
I slammed into him, my body taking control, my hips moving fast and hard. He groaned, his hands gripping my hips, trying to pull me deeper. I could feel his cock pressing against mine, could feel the pleasure radiating through me.
"Faster," he pleaded. "Harder, Lucas. Give it to me."
I did as he asked, my body moving like a machine, my cock slamming into him with every thrust. I could hear the wet sounds of our bodies coming together, could hear our moans and groans filling the room. I could feel the wolf inside me, the beast clawing at the surface, demanding more.
I flipped us over, my body now beneath his, my cock still buried deep inside him. He rode me, his body moving in a rhythm that was both primal and sensual. I could see the muscles in his back, could feel the power in his body as he took control.
"You're so fucking hot like this," I panted, my hands grip his hips, guiding him, encouraging him. "Ride me, Uncle. Ride my cock."
He did, his body moving in a way that was both demanding and pleading. He was close, I could tell. His body was tense, his breath coming in short gasps. I reached up, my hand wrapping around his cock, stroking him in time with his movements.
"Come for me, Uncle," I growled. "Come all over me."
He did, his body tensing, his cock pulsing in my hand. I could feel his release, could feel the heat of his cum on my stomach. It was enough to push me over the edge, my own orgasm ripping through me, my body convulsing as I came.
We lay there for a moment, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. I could feel the wolf retreating, the beast satisfied for now. But I knew it would be back, and so would Thomas. Because this was our ritual, our dance under the full moon. And I wouldn't have it any other way.
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