Hello again! So sorry to get a response so late, had to do school stuff, and think about what I wanted my request to be. (Aka string the words together formally enough to make another essay length request. [So sorry for how long these are. It's mostly the Autism that makes me write nothing less than a paragraph.)
I wish to request a part two to the Laios x Werewolf Reader fic. I do want smut in it, so if you don't feel comfortable with writing Trans Male smut, that's okay.
Anyway, a few weeks after the previous fic, while Laios, Reader, and the rest of the party are exploring the dungeon further, the next full moon rolls around, and they all agree to do what they did last month. Laios and Reader set off on their own for the night, talking a bit about any noticable changes Reader has since the transformation (Better senses, increased speed, strength and agility, more noticable body hair, increased muscle mass. Basically acting like getting HRT but through magicly transmuted lycanthropy) and Reader offhandedly mentions how its affected other areas as well, but doesn't elaborate when asked further, semmingly embarrassed about it.
Once they find a secluded enough spot, a forest like area with a big clearing, a hole seemingly showing the night sky in the roof, and check for any monsters, Reader strips down (wouldn't want his clothes to get torn up when transforming again. And no peaking, Laios), and Laios gets settled, ready at any moment if something goes wrong.
After transforming, a lot quicker and a lot less painful than last time, he's a lot more energetic and wild, giving Laios a quick lick across the face before darting off into the forest. Laios gets worried after a bit, but Reader comes back with the body of a freshly killed monster, presenting it in front of him, staring at him like he's expecting a reward.
After being given some headpats, which turn into bellyrubs, Laios notices something poking out from the fluffier patch of fur covering his crotch. Reader has told him before that being on Testosterone (or the magical equivalent of it in this world) has given him some bottom growth, but it 1, stopped growing around 2 years in (not that he'd meant to look, just accidentally glanced down when they were both changing together) and 2, most bottom growth doesn't get passed 1 or 2 inches, but it's easily doubled that now, probably more since its mostly soft at this point. He choses to ignore that right now.
The next morning, before Reader gets fully dressed, Laios asks about any notable changes to... other parts of Readers body. He's initially avoiding the question, just not awnsering it entirely, but eventually yields to show him.
It's definitely not as big as the night before, but it's still pretty big for Tdick standards, around 3 inches right now. Reader is still a bit embarrassed, but looks at Laios expectantly.
Cue smut of Laios wanting to know just how big he can get Readers dick, and how many times he can get them to cum with just his mouth and fingers alone. If you could, include a lot of body worship (In PleasureDom Laios I trust), chest play (after top surgery, even if you don't have much feeling in your nipples, the scars on the pectorals would still be pretty sensitive), and Laios trying to find all of the spots of Reader to drive him wild.
Afterwords, Reader is thoroughly exhausted, and is carried back by Laios, while he's happy as can be, now with a whole new section of his journal dedicated to Reader :)
Once again, if you don't want to take this request, that's okay. Or if anything is outside your comfort zone, you don't have to write it.
Have a good day, make sure you drink some water, and have a good meal.
-laios touden x Werwolf trans male reader-
TW: NSFW / explicit, smut, transformation, gender/body themes, monster romance, first time, semi-bestiality, fluff, soft dom laios, first time.
You and Laios were once again on your way into a remote part of the forest – it was a full moon night. The two of you spoke about the changes you had gone through in recent weeks: the strong growth of hair on your chest, the new muscle mass you had gained. You had become immensely strong, and your senses—especially smell and hearing—had grown more animalistic. All of this made you happy, because at last you felt like a real, biological man.
Ever since Marcille had cast the hormone-stopping spell, the production of female hormones had ended immediately. Your breasts had shrunk day by day, and your body had taken on the appearance of a boy. And yet, the typical male hair growth remained: you now had a three-day beard, chest hair, and leg hair.
“So… has anything else changed?” asked Laios.
Blushing, you admitted, “Well… maybe I’ve made a few discoveries in more… intimate places. But, anyway—we’re here now.”
You reached a beautiful clearing. A gap between the trees let the moonlight shine brightly onto the ground. It was the perfect spot, far from everyone else. Laios sat down on the earth, visibly excited for your transformation. You turned away, embarrassed.
“Laios… I’m going to take my clothes off tonight. Last time they were completely ripped. Is that okay?”
Laios had never sexualized nudity—he always regarded you more as a wondrous creature—so it was far less awkward for him than it was for you. You undressed slowly, your back to him. When you reached your underwear, you glanced over your shoulder to check if it was really fine. Laios, sitting there with his usual silly grin, clearly had no objection. You pulled the last piece off, and his gaze instinctively wandered down to your sweet bottom.
You stepped into the moonlight, and the transformation began. This time it hardly hurt at all, and it went much faster than before. Your fur shimmered, your eyes glowed, you leapt about, rolled on the ground—pure joy. Laios watched in amazement at your beauty. It felt as though you had finally become the person you had always wanted to be. You bounded toward him and licked his face.
Then, suddenly, you caught sight of something deeper in the forest and sprinted away. Laios stood rooted to the spot, unsure whether to follow. After twenty minutes, you returned, carrying a monstrous two-headed rabbit, each head with only one eye. Proudly, you laid it before him. He immediately reached out to stroke under your chin. You lay down happily, tail wagging in excitement.
“Well, who’s my good boy? Yes, you are—such a good boy.”
He stroked you endlessly. Rolling onto your back, you offered him your belly, and he pampered you even more. But then he noticed something pink and shiny emerging from the fur between your legs. When he realized what it was, his cheeks flared hot—it aroused him. Marcille’s spell had clearly set male hormones in motion. He remembered glimpsing your small growth months ago during a transformation—barely two centimeters then. Now, however, it had become much larger. Flustered, he returned his focus to stroking your belly.
The next morning, back in your human form, you were about to get dressed when Laios stopped you.
“I… I wanted to ask you something.”
You gave him a gentle smile. “Of course. What is it?”
Laios hesitated, then pointed to your hips.
“Yesterday, when I was stroking you… there was something. Something pink. Between your legs. Has… something changed there?”
Your face turned crimson. “Um… yes. It has.”
Shyly, he asked, “Could I… see it? Only if you agree.”
You lowered your gaze but nodded. Slowly, you pushed down the waistband of your shorts. At first he couldn’t see anything—you sat with your knees drawn up, legs pressed tightly together. Then you looked at him with soft puppy eyes and slowly parted your legs.
Before him lay your pink opening, and above it, where once had been only a tiny bulge, now rested what truly resembled a penis—about three inches long, small compared to your wolf form but still, in Laios’s eyes, beautiful. He blushed deeply as he looked back into your eyes.
“May I touch it?” he whispered.
You clamped your legs shut. “L-L-Laios, don’t say things like that, we—”
But before you could finish, his lips pressed against yours. When he drew back, you stared at him in shock.
“You can trust me… please.”
Your heart raced, but you nodded, opening your legs again. “I trust you.”
Gently, he spread them wider and touched you. The moment his fingers brushed your tip, a shiver ran through your body. He held your gaze, then wrapped his hand around your length.
“Ah~ Laios, that feels so… good,” you gasped.
He stroked you carefully, up and down, and you grew harder in his hand. Soft moans spilled from your lips, his name among them. Laios pulled you close, his own breathing roughening.
“What do you want, my little wolf? Tell me, and I’ll give it to you.”
Your hips rubbed instinctively against his lap, your back arching. Sweat shimmered on your forehead. Your arms clutched him closer.
“P-please… more… I want more…”
Your eyes met—both wide, pupils blown. You lay back in the grass, and he leaned over you. His lips trailed along your neck, lingering behind your ear. Then he kissed your chest, taking one of your tender buds into his mouth. You moaned at the sensation while his hands massaged your hips and then your bottom.
Lifting his head, he looked into your face. “Your body is beautiful. Please never hide it from me again.”
Before you could answer, you felt his finger teasing at your entrance. You gasped, clutching his shoulder, then nodded—your permission. Without hesitation he slid his finger gently inside, and you moaned in pleasure.
Then his mouth lowered between your legs, and suddenly his tongue wrapped around your shaft. Your eyes flew open, your body trembling as animalistic moans escaped you. You tugged at his hair, but he didn’t mind—he licked you eagerly, his finger working deeper inside you.
“Laios… ah… I can’t… anymore…”
He pulled you from his mouth only to pump you with his hand, his finger still pressing into your sweet spot. Your cock twitched desperately, your body writhing beneath him.
“Yes, that’s it—let go, I’m here,” he whispered. “Keep looking at me. Your eyes are so beautiful.”
The pressure built to a breaking point. Your grip tightened in his hair, your hips bucked, your shaft throbbed. With a cry of his name, you released, shuddering violently as pleasure tore through you. Your fluids spilled over his hand; he kissed your hip softly before withdrawing his fingers and licking them clean.
Exhausted, you curled into his arms. “That… that was my first orgasm,” you whispered.
He blinked at you in surprise. “Truly? It was mine too.”
You stared at him in shock—then down at his pants.
