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Fill: Wolf Season 3/?

[(Anonymous)]

Wulfric woke suddenly, uncertain what had disturbed him. His wolf was howling that it needed to mate, to rut, to fuck, now, now, NOW. Wulfric knew he would lose control. He rolled over to get out of the bed, only to find that he could not. His wrists were restrained - wide open, and his legs were spread eagled, and also chained to the bed. And his wife was watching him looking like the sabrecat who got the cream - dangerous and satisfied.

"Sylgja? Love? What - I don't understand..." Wulfric stammered.

"It's very simple, husband. A little love play, a little Sleeping Tree Sap and we all get what we want and need. You get to let go, your wolf gets to come out, and I get to watch," Sylgja said, smirking.

"No," Wulfric moaned, "It's too dangerous! You'll be hurt!"

"No I won't. Those irons on your wrists and ankles were forged by Eorlund Grey-Mane, himself. Skyforge Steel. There is a reason the Companions live so nearby that has little to do with weapons and armour," she replied smugly.

Wulfric's wolf took advantage of his momentary disbelief to snap at him.

"I ... I can't control it..." Wulfric moaned.

Sylgja walked up to him and stroked her hand down his cheek, tenderly kissing him, and tracing his warpaint with a lone finger. "Then don't try," she whispered. "Let him come out and play."

"He's ... not ... playing ... a game," Wulfric gasped.

"I know that. And I'm all wet because of that," was Sylgja's reply. Wulfric moaned, and the wolf inside him smelt her sex, her scent, her pheromones and went wild. Wulfric finally lost control and transformed.

Sylgja jumped back as her husband arched his back like a bow drawn to it's fullest extent, and his legs swelled like treetrunks, black fur sprouted across his body under concealing smoke, and muscles grew to several times their normal size, his jaws and hands elongated, his ears shifted position and became tufty, and she felt, more than heard the growling in his chest. At least the transformation was complete, and Wulfric howled at the indignity of his chains.

Sylgja's eyes were drawn down the new, brawnier, dark body, to the softed fur on his body, from where sprung a massive cock. Wulfric the man was large indeed, but Wulfric the Werewolf was, quite frankly, enormous. Sylgja's jaw dropped, and she felt herself getting wetter as she stared. Even under her gaze she noticed it was growing hard, swelling even more, and bobbing as it jutted proudly towards her.

"What do you want to do?" Wulfric asked.

Sylgja jumped. She had no idea that he could communicate, nor even quite how he had spoken, his lips and jaws were not intended for conversation the way hers were.

"I want to make you come so much you won't even think about running into the wild to fuck whatever happens along," she said, arousal making her reckless. "I want to climb up on you and ride you till you fill me with your seed. I want to come while so full of you I think I cannot possibly take another inch - and then take three. And I want to empty you of seed."

"If we rut you will get a belly full - of baby," the werewolf warned. "We do not mate with two-leggers because the cubs always come. Our season happens so we might procreate, it is not for recreation. And a sheath won't work when I knot in you."

"How did you know I was thinking of a sheath?"

"He always uses a sheath in you. I think he is foolish, but he wants to protect you from the trouble bearing a litter of our kind would be," the wolf replied.

"Then I'll have to take your seed in me after I tell him it's what I want. There are still plenty of ways to make you come," Sylgja replied. "Like, for instance..."

She hopped nimbly onto the bed, directly between the werewolf's legs, and knelt, sniffing the length of his massive erection. She looked up at him, meeting his eyes squarely as she lowered her mouth onto the head of him, licking and savouring the salty taste of his flesh. The wolf, unused to such sensual touches, climaxed suddenly, coating her cheeks with his release.

"That ... is not ... enough ... to sate the wolf," Wulfric's werewolf panted.

"Plenty more where that came from," Sylgja replied, fondling the wolf's heavy balls.