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  Monica looked at him. Was he seducing her or proposing? She was tied at the hands and feet, in his bed. He was a beast, in his beastly form. She was naked and he was telling her that she would be his companion and raise his beastly children. Still, he was making her wet with just his hands, and there was no telling what letting him claim her would be like. He began grinding his pelvis into the insides of her soft thighs, stuffing his heavy rod into the valley of her sex and she felt his hardness nudging at her clit. She wanted to let him in right then, but her ankles were still bound together. She tried to lift up her knees but he was on them.

  “Yes,” was all she could breath to him. Now he was gripping her breasts by the sides with his claws, clasping them and digging just enough to arouse a bit of stinging, but nothing unpleasant. He flicked his tongue on her nipples and between her breasts, all the while his cock lay on her clit and rubbed it in little circles in time with his gyrations. “Yes!” she cried. Monica was ready.

  Gaelin moved away from her just for a second. Her pussy was starting to throb and she needed him soon or she might explode. He hooked an arm around her knees and lifted them, folding them so that her knees would touch her chest if he pushed any farther. Lifting her ankles to his shoulders, he exposed her drenched hole and rubbed the outside of it so that it dripped. Pushing her legs towards her body, he pushed only the end of his pulsing cock into her and waited for her.

  She responded magnificently. Tossing her head back and forth, she tried to scoot closer to his body on the bed and force more of him into her. She wanted to open her legs and wrap them around him to make him shove his prick all the way into her.

  “Please, please!” she panted, breathlessly. He smiled and bent his back just a little to get some leverage and gripped her hips so that they hurt. With a hard thrust, he began to saw in and out of her slowly, gyrating at the end of each stroke. His cock filled her insides, touching the bottom each time he dove in and rubbing her come button on the way out. She waggled her hips furiously, trying to get Gaelin to fuck her harder, faster; his maddeningly slow pace was driving her to orgasm but not soon enough. Monica begged to him to pleasure her. Gaelin leaned over and put his weight on her legs, forcing them over her shoulder and plunged into again. She wailed in response, jogging her hips up and down in time with his.

  Monica’s juices began to flow down her thighs and onto the sheets. She stiffened and moaned, unable to control her muscles while he over took her. He too, was getting close; Monica could feel his legs quivering and his pulse pounding in his wrists where he had her held. Growling now in the back of his throat, he began to pound her pussy from the back with a growing frenzy. She could feel the friction of his cock and felt another wave begin to ignite in her belly. He let go of her legs and put a claw on either side of her head, holding her folded legs down with his weight. Pumping madly, she wanted to make him come hard; he had, after all, been a gentleman and let her come first. He swung his weight up, and closed his eyes, his moans sounding like the lonesome howls of the wolf, and gripped her thighs to him, rolling her slightly so that her knees wrapped around his side. He pulled her onto his cock and pushed her away, his hips almost motionless while he slammed her back and forth in his pleasure. A low growl started in the back of his throat and his penis began to quiver inside her.

  Monica was ready for him and thrust her hips on him; her eyes were closed and her mouth was open, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm, one so powerful that there was no breath, no noise. He began to rock her back and forth with him and with slowed, measured strokes feeling something like triumph, he buried his head between her breasts and came inside of her, all the while growling and grunting like the beast that he truly was. He collapsed on top of her and lay there panting heavily, while she stroked the fur on his back and head, breathless underneath him. He pulled her soft back to his firm chest and buried his nose in her hair. With one large claw cupping her breast and the other between her legs, he lay with her quietly for a few moments.

  Gaelin could feel himself changing again, the moon losing its luster. His body returned to its normal size and the fur on his arms and head were gone. The snout was now his normal face and the fangs were replaced by even, white teeth. She leaned against him, already sleeping now, while he faced himself in the growing dawn. He got out of bed before she could wake and wonder where he’d gone. Stroking his mate’s forehead, he put his pants on and left the room.

  Monica stretched and gave herself a good shake. She was completely aware that her body had been thoroughly fucked and that it was quite possible she would be walking strangely. She was still bound at the hands and feet. Swinging her legs over the bed and sitting up, she called out.

  “Gaelin!” She waited patiently for him, and heard him pounding up the stairs.

  “So glad to see you up.” He walked over to her. She held out her wrist for him to untie her and he looked at her curiously. “How do I know you will stay?”

  Gaelin stared at her pointedly. Monica had fleetingly thought of this herself, thinking that she could just leave and never come back. She knew that it wouldn’t be that simple. She had done something more than make love to the Wolfman. She had promised him more than that by giving him her body and was obligated to pay up. Slutty, perhaps, dishonorable, she was not. She looked up at him.

  “I’ll stay.” she said. He nodded and cut her ropes away from her hands and feet. He grinned down at her, his human self the most handsome.

  “I suppose this means that I don’t have to pay you.” He left her staring after him with her mouth open as he walked out the bedroom door, of the little white cottage on the moor that was now her home.

  Ana Meadows

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