FERAL LONGING
Poor thing, you were on your own, like he was, for too long. But fear not, he's here now, for you.
Warnings: Smut, Femreader, Male werewolf, Dubcon at first (well, you weren't exactly ready for it, okay?), A little gore at the beginning, Stalking, Unprotected intercourse, Light choking, Rough treatment, Canine parts, Knotting. Wordcount: 1982 Note from Rogue: Well, uh, I guess I have a soft spot werewolves. Mind you, he is not a shifter, he is just a huge ass wolfman. Enjoy.
It was fated.
At least he was convinced it was the moon's doing, the Moon Goddess, finally giving him a mate.
You were supposed to have a nice little weekend, on your own in the woods.
Perhaps you've just had a breakup or need a retreat from everything that has happened lately. To clear your thoughts, to reconnect with yourself.
But oh, who would have thought that you were in for something else
Even on your first night there, it was strange. You were outside on the porch, sipping on a big mug of hot tea, reminiscing on your life while the chill of the night air enveloped you, and you felt it through the heavy blanket around you, too.
He was there.
You didn't know, but he was there, watching.
He was just patrolling throughout his territory, like he always did, when he picked up on your scent.
Camomile, a little bit of lemongrass, mixed with that holy, sweet scent that he had never tasted in the air before
He followed it like a bloodhound, nose high in the air, rushing through the lush foliage of the deep woods, his lanky, inhuman, wolflike form one with the shadows around him.
Finally finding the clearing, he stopped at the treeline, nostrils flaring wildly, his gaze scanning the area, yellow, hungry eyes finally focusing on you.
Oh, you were perfect.
Even mostly covered by the blanket, he knew you were soft.
You had to be, humans are always fresh, plush under his fangs, coming apart piece by piece between his claws.
But he wanted more than that now, not just to satisfy his deep hunger for flesh.
He needed you.
Longing for your presence, for your softness around him, he stood there for almost an hour, studying your calm aura.
For him, you were almost serene; the primal, ancient hunger he had in him seemed unknown to you.
Maybe you were the complete opposite of him, and that drew him more than anything in his rotten life.
It would have been so easy to lounge at you, to take you with him, to claim you right there, on the porch, having that coarse blanket under you.
But he had other plans.
And with that, he disappeared into the night again.
You woke up the next day and decided to go for a walk.
But as soon as you opened the door, you froze, shocked by the scene.
Bunnies, two of them.
But their white fur was stained with dark red patches, eyes open with terror, stiffened bodies pressed together on the wooden floor.
They were drenched in blood.
Disturbed, you called the owner of the house, telling him what you saw, but he just told you that there are a lot of coyotes out there, and they must have dropped it by accident.
(On your porch. Like that. Right. Of course.)
You convinced yourself to get a trash bag and get them out of there, somewhere far away from your little retreat.
(You wanted to go for a walk anyway, right?)
You got rid of them in the woods, hoping that the coyotes would find their leftovers there.
(You didn't buy his explanation but decided to roll with it anyway)
After a while, you almost forgot about the bunnies, and you reached a creek in the woods.
The calm, quiet sound of the flowing water reminded you why you were here, after all.
You decided to check out the little creek sight.
It seemed peaceful, hiding its beauty from the trail; the water likely carved its own little valley, creating two steep hills alongside it.
But something was off, like you weren't alone.
Like a dog sniffing curiously, but it was so quiet it almost faded into the soft sounds of the creek.
Then you heard the low growl.
You turned to the sound, seeing the creature lurking near you.
It was huge, bigger than a normal human, and its body was covered with rough, black fur.
And those eyes, fuck, those yellow eyes, piercing to your soul.
His body was different than a wolf's; it was more robust, lanky, almost humanlike...
Almost, because those fangs that he glared at you for a moment, those couldn't belong to any human.
Muscles rippling along the coarse fur as it shifted its weight slowly, turning to you with its monstrous body.
You were so shocked, not even a sound escaped your lips, you just took a step back, and that's when he pounced.
He jumped into action like the true, primal predator he was, his weight knocking you off your feet.
You were prepared to feel the claws or those fangs piercing through your body, yet you didn't feel any of that.
Finally, a scream escaped your lips, but it didn't seem to deter him; if anything, you sounded like prey, squealing under his claws.
You felt his hot, wet tongue on the crevice of your neck, and his cold nose bumping to your skin as he tasted you, careful not to let his canines graze your soft flesh.
You squirmed under him, finding his weight not entirely crushing you. He wasn't even holding you down properly.
Like he was half expecting you to lie there for him.
And as he sniffed your hair, hot air hitting your scalp and your face as he inhaled your scent with every breath...
...it felt somehow unnatural to move away.
You brushed your legs together, a strange, but not unfamiliar warmth creeping between your thighs.
Oh, and he noticed.
Your eyes went wide as a deep, low laugh rumbled in his chest.
"A willing prey, how delightful..."
His voice was so different, so gruff, it almost sounded like a growl, but you swore you could hear every syllable.
His tongue lapped on your neck again, a clawed, paw-like hand grabbing your plush thigh, almost kneading the flesh.
The sensation earned a whine from you, partly aroused, but so fucking scared.
It made him laugh again, but apart from his voice being like an old building creaking and rumbling, it wasn't as intimidating as it had been when he heard it first.
"You didn't fancy my offering, eh?"
You panted, a bit confused, before looking up into his wild, yellow eyes.
"That was... you...?", you mumbled, not sure what to make of it.
"Don't be afraid, lamb", he chuckled, spreading your legs a little further, slightly lowering more of his weight on you. "We're gonna find out what tickles your fancy the best."
His claws ripped through your clothes.
He didn't understand them anyway. Why would you hide that delicious little body with such things? Why would you hide away from his gaze?
You yelped, but he ignored.
He smelled it, your arousal, the pool gathering between your thighs.
He knew he would have this effect on you.
You, on the other hand, were utterly confused by your own reactions.
But it was too late to back down now, and honestly...
A horrifying, but curious thought is pondered in your mind.
What if you would just let him...?
And so you did.
You whimpered and squirmed as his tongue lapped against your skin, like a hungry animal tasting every inch of your torso.
It brushed against your tits, humming as he felt your plush skin under his muscled tongue, noting the way your body jolted with pleasure as he unintentionally touched your nipples.
He was kneeling between your legs now, your bare thighs slightly touching his fur on his waist.
He grabbed your legs suddenly, clawed fingers wrapped around your knees as he pushed your legs further, revealing your already glistening core to his sight.
You gripped the ground under you, fingers tightening around the mix of soil and dry leaves.
He glared his fangs, almost like a wicked smile appearing on his face, drool gleaming on his sharp canines, dripping down.
Like a hungry dog looking at its favorite treat.
"Such beauty hiding here, lamb."
It felt wrong, it was the scariest scene you ever saw, but fuck, it turned you on anyway, your clit throbbing as he devoured you only with his gaze.
Your breath already hitched as you saw him slowly leaning down, yellow eyes going wide at the sight, a glow, satisfied grumble shaking his chest as he tasted your juices.
You were fucking delicious.
"Sweeter than blood", he phrased it this way as he laughed, his tongue hitting your needy clit one more time, before he hovered over you with that monstrous body of his.
He didn't even have to pin you down now; he knew you wanted this.
As you looked down, you forgot to breathe.
You saw it: angry red, already glistening with precum, and huge.
Fuck, his cock was nothing like you ever saw before, and as it approached your core, you couldn't help but grip his arms that he had leaning next to your head.
You tried your best to relax all of your muscles, and fuck, thank god you did.
Because the stretch was inhuman, it filled you up like nothing before, and for a moment, you feared that he might rearrange your organs.
You hissed, and he growled, deeply, closing his eyes in the sensation, your soft, tight walls wrapping around him so perfectly that it almost made him lose control.
But, oh no, he couldn't break you yet, not completely at least.
Another low growl ripped out of his chest as he started to move.
You moaned, and a clawed hand snapped to your neck.
Not enough to choke you, but enough to make your eyes dart at him.
Oh, and how he loved your teary gaze, your little body under him, completely at his mercy.
His slow, almost experimental thrusts turned into feral, ruthless pounding soon, leaving you a moaning, whimpering mess.
He leaned down, breathing right next to your ear, hips jerking into you with vigor.
It was almost too much, almost too fast, almost too wild.
But it was nothing like you ever experienced, and you already felt yourself lost in the sensation, your mind full of his smell, the way his fur touched your skin, his fangs grazing against your ear.
His canine cock stretched out your pussy so good, you felt like ripping apart, but he paid attention to you.
He didn't mean to tear you to shreds.
He devoured you, in one piece.
Just as when your vision started to blur, the pleasure climbing high in your body, the movement of his hips started to get more erratic.
He was close to losing control.
His hand let go of your throat; instead, it grabbed your hair, tilting your head as he leaned against your neck.
For a moment, you got scared he might snap your neck in a swift motion, ripping your throat open.
But then he just lightly grazed your skin with his fangs, canines piercing your flesh just enough to leave a mark.
Your eyes rolled back as you came, a high-pitched moan leaving your lips.
You never had one only from fucking, he didn't even touch your clit for a while, and he ripped out of you the most fucking amazing orgasm you ever had.
He finished soon after, thrusting his whole cock in you with a guttural groan, and you felt something hot filling you.
And that something stretched you out slightly more, the sudden feeling leaving you breathless, you gripped his arms again, looking up at him with confusion despite your still lingering haze.
He laughed, panting, with a knowing look in his eyes.
"Don't you fret, we'll stay like this for now", he said before his tongue lapped again at your neck, just where he pierced your skin with his fangs.
It was different now, less frantic, more gentle, even nurturing.
"And after", his low voice rumbled in his chest, sending shivers down your spine, "I'll fill you up again."
