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completely as Mariah
spurred him on with the wanton circles of her pussy over his
cock.
    His pre cum made her even
wetter, as did Greg's bites to her breast which were hard enough to
bruise. The pain only added to the pleasure, creating the feeling
of being devoured whole by a creature who hungered for her flesh in
every way. She wanted to be consumed by him, impaled on his prick
and reaching out, she stroked him urging him to enter her.
    His thick cock plunged
inside without notice, knocking the wind out of her. She felt
breathless and full, stretched to the limit by him. He thrust
ferociously, the coarsely furred hips scraping the tender skin of
her inner thighs raw. The sounds she started to make were almost as
inhuman as his, her short high-pitched cries were the perfect
compliment to his throaty growls.
    "You are my bitch," he
panted into her ear. "My mate. Mine." His sudden howl shook the
cabin. "Mine!"
    Mariah screamed, still
impaled on the wolf's massive prick, pleasure rippling through her
body in the most intense orgasm she'd ever felt. He kept pumping in
and out of her limp body, pressing his substantial weight against
her and she rode him bonelessly, moaning low in her throat as he
finished -- the long furred face over her signaling that the
transformation was complete.
    Two, three hot spurts
inside of her and he was done. The blood still thundered in
Mariah's ears, her body electric with the sheer intensity of mating
with such a powerful beast-of-prey. Spent, he lay beside, panting
for air as she curled up against his warm fur, feeling tiny and
safe against his gigantic body. He cradled her and his eyes closed
in sleep. Mariah drifted off as the muscled chest behind her rose
and fell with every breath the werewolf took.
    ~*~
    Mariah woke to a long, soft tongue lapping sloppily between her
legs. Her hips rose lazily to meet each swipe, then with more
fervor as she became more awake. The licking was mindlessly hungry
and felt delicious, nothing like the over-thought, carefully
targeted swipes of previous lovers. She surrendered to the
sensation, rolling her hips up to meet the questing tongue of the
still-transformed Greg. His mouth worried her enthusiastically
until she shuddered with an climax that lit every nerve in her body
with delight.
    Breathlessly, she rolled
the surprisingly pliant beast over onto his back and without
preamble, lowered herself onto his stiff wolf prick fucking the
hairy sheath with abandon. The werewolf grunted as he met every
thrust, banging deep inside of her as far as she could stand it.
Mariah rode him, her head thrown back, lolling with pleasure as he
stretched her nearly to the breaking point.
    This was raw mating and
Mariah loved it, clutching at the fur on his chest with shaking
fingers. He fucked her until she spasmed above him and finished off
with a hot spurt of his wolf juices into her, his canines sharp and
gleaming as he came.
    She collapsed atop him and
when she came to the werewolf was gone, replaced by Greg, her
erstwhile co-worker who looked very pleased with himself -- and
with her. "Are you okay?" he asked, brushing her sticky hair away
from her face.
    "Never been better," she
purred and meant it.
    "Just to let you know, you
are my first. Mate, that is," he said, with endearing shyness. It
was quite the contrast to the beast he was, in bed and out. "I
never felt any woman would be willing."
    "They don't know what
they're missing," Mariah said, stretching out and rubbing her
nipples lazily. She felt absolutely sated, fucked out, filled and
sore. It was glorious. "I don't suppose we could try this again
sometime."
    Greg sat up and looked
intently at her. "Wolfs take mating seriously. Werewolves aren't
that much different. When I transform again, I will be seeking you
out and if you're willing ..."
    Mariah laughed. "Oh, I'm
willing all right. But do I really have to until a full moon?"
    Greg grinned at her.
"Maybe. Or maybe not. I think I'll keep you guessing."
    Oh, this