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I knew his secret. It was impossible to keep it from me for too long, though he did keep it from me for a time. He thought that it was too dangerous for anyone but himself to know and in a way he was right. In the end, however, he was mostly wrong because they didn't care that I was there when they came for him. They would have killed me along with him if they got the chance. I'm sure of that now and they almost did.

This was before that whole war thing happened. Before it got even more complicated. I'm not going to get into that at the moment. This happened in Austin, Texas where I was visiting Kyle, my boyfriend, now my husband. He worked there at a shipping warehouse. He spent his days loading and unloading trucks all day and keeping inventory. It was tough work with bad hours, but half-decent pay and he never seemed to mind manual labor. He was a big guy with thick everything. His arms put some weightlifters to shame and it made me wonder how a skinny nerd like me snagged him straight out of high school when he could have had anyone. He always told me it was because I wasn't after his body, but his mind. Everyone wanted his dick. I just wanted someone to talk to and he did when everyone else just ignored me.

So, I was in Austin for holiday break. I had just finished my midterm finals for my programming class and passed with a ninety-seven. I was pretty stoked about it and wanted to share my good mood with Kyle. It had been a few months since we had seen each other in person. We talked almost every night, though it wasn't the same as being able to reach out and touch him with my bare hands. Being without physical contact for so long had made me fidgety the entire three hour flight from Miami. I think I frightened a lady who was sitting across the aisle from me. She kept looking at me like I was hiding a bomb in my shoe that I was afraid would be found.

I rushed past the crowd of slowpokes out of the gate and ran down the terminal as if I was late for a connecting flight. People sensed my urgency and mostly got out of the way. A more rotund man had trouble turning directions fast enough to get out of the way so I had to dodge around him.

I pulled out my phone as I was getting close to the baggage claim area and texted Kyle.

Brady: Wer u at

My fingers were moving too fast and I didn't care enough to correct my spelling or grammar. I had also turned off auto correct long ago since I hated it when I got the feeling that my phone was trying to put me down.

I stared at the screen as I forced myself onto the escalator that would take me to baggage. I got stuck behind a herd of Chinese tourists and thought about hopping over the side to get onto the stairs that were barren of any traffic, but thought better about it. Didn't need to get detained for reckless behavior.

Kyle: Going to be late. Hold tight.

I read the message and my fingers instantly replied.

Brady: why. whts going on?

Kyle: I'll explain when I get there. Just be ready to go as soon as I pull up.

As you can imagine, I was confused. I could sense the urgency in the words, but I passed it off as him being late for something. Probably his boss. Gave him extra hours or something retarded. Franklin, the deck manager at the warehouse was a nervous wreck. Kyle explained that he was always afraid of being late so he often assigned extra work. Kyle was supposed to have the day off. He had asked for this day and then next week off over a month ago. Went through all off the hoops, got all of the paper work in and approved. I was going to have a few words with that man when I got the chance. No one got in the way of my time with my hubby.

I slowed down, stewing as I stood at the carousel, waiting for my bag to get its turn to slide down the ramp and into reach. I periodically checked my phone for more messages, but Kyle wasn't responding to any more of my texts.

I grabbed my army green duffel bag the moment it was within reach. That was all I brought since I could fit two weeks of clothes in the bag that had been passed down to me from my father. It was old and had tape holding it together in some spots, but it was like a black hole on the inside, consuming all of the clothes I shoved into its hungry maw.

My phone buzzed in my pocket as I sat down on a bench and watched the traffic slowly move by, stopping for the pedestrians who didn't look as they crossed the street to wave down taxis.

Kyle: What terminal?

I looked up and saw that I was under baggage claim terminal 'A' and I replied, notifying Kyle. He replied shortly after.

Kyle: Be ready.

Ready for what? I was coming to see him to destress, not get rushed. It was concerning to me and I just hoped that whatever was wrong, it would get sorted out quickly.

I heard the truck before I saw it. Being the redneck Texan that he was, Kyle had the biggest diesel truck that he could get. There were lots of trucks here, but these were 'city trucks' as Kyle would call them. His was a 'real man's truck.' It was bright red and towered over everything with dual smokestack exhausts that belched out plooms of black smoke each time he accelerated.

He saw me quickly as well and immediately began to cross lanes of traffic, cutting people off. It was get out of the way, or get crushed. Kyle was always an aggressive driver, but this was beyond his usual road behavior.

The passenger side window was down well before he stopped. I was moving to toss my bag I got the bed went he spoke.

"Stop wasting time and get in now," he growled and it shocked me. He had never spoken to me like that before. I tried to think of what I did. Perhaps he's stressed. He was normally chill, but when he went over, he went from zero to one-hundred in an instant. "Hurry up!" He yelled at me, drawing the attention of several nearby people.

I opened the door, wrestling with my bag before Kyle yanked it out of my hands and threw it into the back seat. I timidly crawled into the seat and closed the door. I didn't even buckle my seatbelt before Kyle peeled away from the curb.

I buckled up. "What the fuck is going on." So much for hello or a kiss.

Kyle gave me a quick glance before going back to the road, swerving between cars, forcing several to change lanes to avoid getting ran over by the massive pickup. "I'm sorry, hun." He gave a quick glance into the rearview mirror and frowned. The truck sped up a little, but was forced to slow back down due to the thick and unwavering traffic ahead.

"Something's come up." His voice went back to that of the man that would comfort me when he found me crying in the locker room after my clothes were stolen as part of a prank by the wrestling team. "I should have told you a long time ago, but I was afraid of dragging you into it."

The traffic began to thin after the first intersection. Kyle ran through the yellow light even though he really should have stopped. He took advantage of it and began twisting around the cars, making this hulking beast of a personal vehicle seem like a ballerina doing a pirouette.

"Drag me into what?" I held onto the handle above the door with both hands as I anticipated a crash at any moment, but I should have had more faith in Kyle's driving abilities.

"I'm not who you think I am." His fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly enough to cause warping of the leather covering, probably the plastic as well underneath.

"Not who you think you are?" I jerked sideways as the truck veered onto an on-ramp. I don't know which highway we were on, we were moving too fast for me to read the sign. There should have been red and blue flashing lights behind us. "We've been together since after high school."

He didn't look at me. His face had hard worry lines and his mouth was pressed into a thin line of concentration. On the highway the speed limit was higher and there was more space between cars. The truck acrobatics became less of an act of threading a needle and more like some madman.

He really was someone that I didn't know right now. I was scared.

"What's going on, Kyle?" I asked and hesitantly reached out to touch his arms, suddenly ashamed that I was afraid to touch him.

He didn't react when I pet his arms. I ran my fingers down his arm, feeling his coarse arm hair and then resting my hand on the inside of his elbow which was where he would place his hand when he comforted me.

He gritted his teeth and then sighed. "You're going to think I'm crazy." I could see gears turning in his head. He was sweating despite the ac being turned on. "But, I shouldn't have kept it from you."

"What?" I pleaded for him to just tell me what was going on.

"I'm a werewolf." He said as if he was a child fessing up to stealing from the cookie jar.

"What. Werewolf?" I couldn't tell if he was joking. Was this some elaborate plot to prank me. If it was, then he got m good. Where was the hidden camera?

"Didn't think you would believe me," He said with a scoff that he had tried to hide, but only stopped it midway, making a sound which came out more like a blocked sneeze. "I wouldn't believe me if I were in your shoes, but I'm not lying." He looked away from the road just long enough to give me a hard look in the eyes.

Werewolves were the things of books, movies, video games, not reality. I couldn't believe it even though I couldn't get myself to call Kyle a liar either. I trusted no one else more. Not even my parents because when I had contemplated suicide from bullying in high school, it wasn't my parents that gave me support when they saw me crying, it was Kyle who pulled me back from the edge and into his loving embrace. I trusted him more than my disbelief.

Suddenly, as if an epiphany hit me upside the head, I did believe him. It was a shaky belief that was, at the moment, pure faith, but I did believe him. My mind thought of the possibility that he was crazy, it was all in his head and that he believed it to be true even if it wasn't, but it was just a thought. He was there for me. I would be there for him.

"Okay."'I gave his arm a reassuring squeeze. "I'm with you."

He visibly relaxed. The death grip on the steering wheel loosened and blood flow returned to his knuckles. He slumped in his seat a bit, but the crazy driving continued.'we were leaving the city now. The tall buildings had gone and we were zipping past suburbs. It wouldn't be long before even those went away and gave way to just open road.

"Now what if an told you there was more?" He gave a weak smile.

I kind of figured there was more. Being a werewolf was something that he could have jumped on me back at his apartment.

He gave another glance at the rearview mirror and for the first time I glanced back as well. There was black car right behind us doing all of the same crazy shit. They were catching up.

"They've been there the entire time." Kyle said grimly.

"Who are they?" I could see inside, the windows were blacked out.

"The last group who came after me introduced themselves as the Inquisition. They tried to kill me."

"Jesus." I covered my mouth.

He nodded. "Said I was a blight. I don't understand it, they just came out of nowhere suddenly this morning. They knew about you, said that once they were done with me, they'd take care of you to stop the disease from spreading."

My heart sunk. How would they know about my trip to visit him. Why would they come after me? I just learned about this. I remained speechless.

"I fought them off. Hurt one of them pretty bad before I came rushing over here." He was crying. "I'm... I don't know what to do! I..." He was cracking.

"Hey." I placed both arms around his own. His biceps were thick and I doubt that four hand would be able to wrap around his muscles. "We can think of something."

He sucked up a bit of snot and composed himself a bit. Having my support did a lot for him. It was my turn to be the crutch.

"We should try to... Uhh.. Get back to the city. Yeah." I was pulling ideas from television shows. "They can't do anything in public."

"One of them was dressed as a police officer. I don't think it was fake."

I gave another look behind me. They were still there in their smaller black sedan. it was hard to see them since we were so high up. Another idea came to mind.

"How much do you value your truck?"

Kyle was a smart kid. He wasn't the dumb jock that many made him out to be. He like video games, watching sci-fi movies. He even played D&D with me and some of my college friends once. He eventually decided that he didn't like it, but he hadn't been against the idea of playing, plus seeing this brick wall made me even my straight friends jealous.

"I value it a lot less than our lives." He changed lanes and so did they. We were out of the city now with only desert ahead for many miles with random exits onto side roads. We took one of these exits and sure enough, the black sedan followed.

It happened fast. The highway was on a raised area and the exit sunk down to the point where someone driving by wouldn't see what was going on just down the embankment. We were still driving near one-hundred when Kyle threw his arm across my chest, pressing against the seat and slammed on the brakes.

There was the horrible screeching tires. My body lurched forward, but Kyle had no trouble keeping me from jerking forward and then back when the sedan slammed into the rear of the truck at full speed.

The world became a blur of metal screaming and a black tunnel as my head still snapped violently. I think I blacked out for a few seconds.

The truck skidded, but stayed on the road as the smaller sedan slid under it, it's roof sheering off and the engine block getting rammed back into the car.

I came to only a moment after the violence started. I tasted blood in my mouth and I had a horrible headache. I couldn't turn my head, it was too stiff and the pain made me feel like I broke something. Instead I just looked with my peripherals.

Kyle was rubbing his head and shoving the air bag away from him. Mine had deployed as well, but I still can't recall it popping at all. There was blood on the bag from his nose and mouth, but he seemed well other than that.

"Stay put." He drew his arm away from my chest. It stung when he lifted the pressure off of me. He opened the door and stepped out. I wanted to follow, but I was hurting. I struggled to even move my arms.

I strained to listen. There was hissing from our engine. Smoke bloomed and steam rose from under the hood. It was the only thing I could see.

I sat in dreaded silence for what felt like eternity, but couldn't have been longer than two minutes until I heard shouting. Some one, not Kyle, was yelling. My pounding headache made it impossible to make out the words, but they were not friendly. It didn't go on for long before the first gun shot.

I cried immediately when I heard the shooting. I'm not afraid to admit that I cried because at that moment, I thought he was dead. I thought that they killed my Kyle, cut him down for some unknown reason. He had never hurt anyone to deserve this.

The shooting continued. Bullets hit the truck and the back window shattered at one point. Then there was another sound. It was violent and guttural. A snarl that chilled me to the bone. It wasn't a human sound, more feral. The shooting was replaced by a scream. A man was dying. While my memory of what exactly happened is not perfect, I'll never forget that sound, such an organic sound as someone expels all the air from their lungs as fast as possible in one maddening moment of terror. It was the death rattle of my former self.

Then there was silence. The worst kind of silence that was louder than a jet engine. The nothingness rang in my ear. I begged for a sign of life and I got it.

There was a scratch at the door. I still couldn't move to look, but I could move my arms now without too much pain. I reached out and searched for the handle. My hands gripped the cool, textured grip and pulled up and back. The car door clicked and swung open.

A rush of hot air blew over me.

"Kyle?" I called out. "I can't turn my head." My voice was shaky. I was on the verge loosing it again. I don't claim to have to most traumatic life experience. Many others go through worse, but no one should have to go through the what I did.

There was a high pitched whine, then something rough and fuzzy touched my hand. I pulled back out of reflex to the unfamiliar feeling, but I instantly reached out again. My boyfriend was a werewolf. Who else could it be.

A tongue, wet and warm, lapped at my hand. I reached up and petted his head, feeling his soft ears and thick fur. I waited there until someone came across us. I actually never got to see what Kyle looked like.

There was a lot of confusion about there being a wolf petted by some man who had a broken neck and stress fractures to the ribs. Kyle eventually had to run off before someone with a gun showed up. I was taken to the hospital where Kyle eventually showed up as a human. He made up the story that he went for help and feigned ignorance to then gruesome scene of man torn apart. An investigation was made, but dropped after several months when no evidence of murder could be found on our part. A man simply couldn't rip another man apart like how the Inquisition person had been.

I never made a full recovery. There was nerve damage which caused difficulty in moving which made me need to use a cane to walk.

Kyle quit his job and moved to Miami with me to help take care of me. I didn't blame him for what happened, but he never forgave himself for what happened to me. I could see it in his eyes whenever he looked at me. I was, to him, proof that he couldn't protect me. I did my best to try and fix that. My physical therapy went far. After two months, I could go short distances without walking, but I still struggled and he saw only that.

It was about six months later, at the end of my academic year when Kyle brought up being a werewolf again.

We were packing to go back to Austin for the summer when he sat me down on the bed.

"I never told you how I came to be a werewolf."

We never talked about it after the attack. We were more concerned with my injuries and after I left the hospital, it never came up.

"When I was smaller. Five, I think, I was sick. Very sick." He had just been on the phone with his dad. The two barely talked at all. I was beginning to get a picture already.

"He's responsible, isn't he?"

He wasn't surprised at my guess. He nodded. "Werewolves heal incredibly fast and are immune to most diseases. He waited until the last moment. He explained to me that to become a werewolf is to give up your life because the old and the new cannot coexist. I was too young to understand at the time and I didn't want to die."

"So. Uhm. How did it work out?" I asked. "In the movies it's getting bit that causes someone to be a werewolf."

"Same idea." He was getting fidgety. "But it doesn't have to be a bite. Just an exchange of body fluids." He blushed.

We had never had sex. Plenty of kissing and play, but Kyle had always been reluctant to take things farther. I guess this was why.

"Saliva works if the person is already sick since the body can fight off whatever causes... Werewolfism." He did his best to explain it all to me, relaying what he had been told by his father. "You aren't sick, though, but other fluids are more potent."

"Why now?" I asked.

"Huh?"

"It's been months. Months since the accident. I've been struggling and you've had a way to fix this?" I didn't yell, but I was feeling some anger. He had been pitying himself all this time when he had a way to fix all of this.

"Because if there was a way for you to be better without having to force this life on you..." He searched for the words. "I don't want to force this on you."

"You won't be forcing it on me." I leaned over to him, which was easy since I just let gravity do the work. I landed on his side and wrapped my arms around him. "I see how you blame yourself for my condition. No more of that. No more secrets."

"You sure? It's going to be rough. You'll have to be careful. You can't go to the hospital. You have to watch your temper. You can't let anyone know." He was about to go further, but I stopped him.

"I can do it. With you."

I ended it there. While I was doing this to help Kyle. Make him stop pitying me and then himself, I was also tired of being partially crippled. It sucked having to take five minutes just to get up and down from the toilet. I wanted my individual freedom back.

We finished packing and waited to go back to Austin. We weren't about to do the deed there at the apartment we were sharing. He told me that there was a better chance of it taking hold if he was a werewolf. Something about chemistry changing. He didn't really understand it. He had been talking with his father a lot about it, who seemed very knowledgable about the subject.

Sex wasn't something spontaneous. It needed to be natural. We turned it into a date.

It started with a movie and then dinner. They were rebooting Star Trek and I had to go judge and determine if it was a worthy addition to the series. Kyle was a little interested. I had introduced him to the world of geekdom and he wasn't against it. He took to it with the mild interest, enough to let me drag him to Star Trek movies.

This story isn't a movie review, but we both enjoyed the show enough that I'd say this date was off to a strong start. We walked out of the movie theatre arm in arm and called a taxi to take us to one of our favorite restaurants near down town. It was a smaller steak house that was owned by a true and true Texan.

Samuel's face lit up when he saw us and immediately left what he was doing to greet us. The spurs on his tall cow hide boots jingled with each step he took.

"Kyle! Brady!" He bellowed and gave Kyle a bear hug. He was about to do the same to me when he saw the cane that I was using and instead gave me a firm handshake that would leave it sore the rest of the night. "It has been far too long since either of you have moseyed your way into my fine establishment." He grinned, the edges of his mustache raising up.

Samuel was a fairly average sized man with an oversized heart. He thought of himself as an uncle to both Kyle and I, since the first time we came here on out first date. He spoke with a slow drawl and an accent that hinted that Spanish may have actually been a major part of his speech long ago. He always wore his plain, but beloved leather boots along with a pair of jeans and a red flannel shirt. His hat was always nearby for when he went outside as well.

"I haven't laid eyes on either of you for a good long while." He led us into the mostly empty restaurant. It was Sunday evening, so most people were at home, getting ready for work. Any other day, the place would have a respectable crowd. "Where have you two run off to?"

He led us to a table by the back where the tables were larger and seats were able to accommodate someone of Kyle's size.

"I've been going to college and this past semester, Kyle came along as well." I explained as one of the waiters, dressed as a cowgirl with her hair in two long braids came over with refreshments.

"I've got this one, Marianne." Samuel took the notepad from her. "I don't think we'll be seeing much more traffic this night. Go ahead and head home for the night and make sure to flip the sign to closed on your way out."

He shooed her off and turned back to us with his friendly grin. "That would explain it. Though, I'd reckon that you'd have stayed here at home after your little accident." He saw Kyle flinch at the mention of the accident. It was no secret that Kyle blamed himself for what happened even though the police report put the blame on the other driver. "Don't mean to put you out there."

"It's uhh... It's fine." Kyle took a sip of his water.

"Well then," Samuel said. "I'd say I've overstayed my welcome here." He clicked his pen and began writing down on the notepad. "Let me guess." He pointed at me. "Medium-rare New York strip with a salad, vinegar dressing and a baked potato as your sides."

I nodded and he chuckled.

"And you, Kyle, would like the biggest slab of beef I'be got left. Rare enough to still hear the cow moo when you stick yer fork into it."

"That would be correct."

"I'll have them out for you two real fast." H clicked his pen and walked off, leaving just the two of us.

"I guess that explains why you like your steak so rare." I nudged Kyle in the side, putting somewhat of a smile back on his face. "I used to think that was disgusting, still kind of do."

"Cooked meat just doesn't taste right to me," He said and wrapped one of his muscular arms around my more slender frame. "It won't taste right to you either here soon."

"Just the thought of eating raw meat makes me feel queasy." I didn't even like sushi.

"I'll have to take you out hunting. Maybe that will change your mind."

"You mean as wolves?"

He nodded.

The thought was strange. To actually be thinking of what we would do as werewolves even though I was still a frail, crippled human. I was a bit shocked at how at ease I was with what we were planning. Here we were, planning to have sex with the goal of turning me into a werewolf. That's strange and yet I was getting the same excited feeling I used to get the night before Christmas.

"How is it like? Being a wolf? Is it hard?" I tried to imagine running around on all fours. It seemed awkward to transition from two legs to four.

"At first." Kyle stopped when Samuel returned with a basket of bread rolls and some butter. I grabbed one, Kyle didn't touch them. He continued once Samuel disappeared again back into the kitchen. "But after you practice some, fall down a few times, it's like riding a bike. Once you get it down, you never forget."

I took that in. It only made me more excited for later tonight. I wanted to try it.

About ten minutes later, the food was brought out. My steak was perfectly seasoned and cooked with a little bit of pink in the center with a slightly charred outside. Kyle's steak must have been close to thirty ounces of almost raw meat. It was lightly browned on the outside and oozed blood the second that he jabbed his fork into it. The inside was nothing but red. Kyle finished before I did.

Kyle paid for the both of us, which wasn't much since Samuel gave us pretty steep discount.

We said goodbye to Samuel and started walking. We both knew what was next.

We took a taxi back to Kyle's folk's place where we grabbed his truck that was sitting in the driveway. He had left it behind when we went to Florida since it had still been at the shop. Now it looked like it had never been in a crash.

I threw my cane into the back where I never expected to pick it up again and then got in, leaning against the truck now.

Kyle got into the driver's seat and we were off.

I asked where we were going, but he never told me. Just said that it was a surprise. I was forced to just sit there and watch as we left the city and drove into the desert.

I had fallen asleep on the drive, so I had no idea where we were when I was shook awake.

"Wake up, sleepy." Kyle was standing outside the truck with my door open. He had already unbuckled me.

I rubbed my eyes and blinked. "What time is it?"

"Does it really matter?" He asked and I supposed that it didn't. "We're here." He scooped me up into his arms before I was fully awake and took me into the surprisingly cold air. It was scorching during the day, but it could get below freedom once the sun went down.

I snuggled up into his warm chest. He was always warm. The times that I had spent the night with him, a blanket was hardly necessary.

"Don't go falling back asleep on me." He shook me to jog me back awake. "You can sleep later.

I opened my eyes. The first thing I saw was the stars. Without any light pollution, I could see millions of small dots of light. I could see the Milky Way streak across the sky. It was breathtaking and I had to see where we were.

We were nowhere. I could not see anything around us but the desert and the truck. There wasn't even a visible road.

"Where are we?"

"I dunno." He shrugged and grinned. I have a cell signal though, so we won't get lost on our way back." He carried me for another minute until a tent came into view. A four person tent just in the middle of nowhere.

"When did you do this?" I asked as he unzipped the tent with one hand while H effortlessly carried me with the other.

"You were out cold." He laid me down on a pile of blankets inside and crawled in, zipping the tent back up. The tent was big, but it still seems too small for Kyle. "I set it up before I one you."

"Oh." I felt embarrassed. I'm sure that Kyle would have like to have talked on the drive over, but I had just gone and fallen asleep on him.

My thoughts were interrupted when Kyle took his shirt off, revealing a thick chest and hard abs.'I instantly had something hard of my own. I could sit here and just look at him like an expensive piece of art all night, but we were here for something else.

He didn't strip further, instead he crawled over to me and hovered over me, gazing down into my eyes. He lowered himself slowly, his hips touched mine, then his waist followed by his chest and finally his lips met mine. It was a slow give, lot's of tongue.

I wrapped my arms around his neck that could have lifted me up easily. I closed my eyes and danced with his tongue, biting down on his lips at the end of each kiss.

While my nerve damage made it hard to move my legs, I could feel him grinding against me. A large bulge was pressing against my smaller bulge in my pants. My underwear was already wet as the fabric was rubbed against my sensitive head.

"Let's get rid of those." He breathed out and slowly lowered himself, kissing me on the chin, the neck, my chest, teasing my hard nipple with his teeth. He went down to my zipper which undid along with the button and pulled down my pants with my underwear in one fast and impressive move that left me bare.

My erection shot up comedically, hitting him on the chest, leaving a spot of pre.

Kyle then continued his trail of kissed, going from my belly button, tracing my hair down to the top of my cock. He ignored it, instead going around it to slurp at my balls.

I squirmed as he took on of my orbs into his mouth, lapping at it with his tongue. He gave the other one the same treatment before letting them slide out of his mouth.

I was already breathing hard and my cock was pumping out pre.

Kyle's tongue traced the side of my sack, moving down I time he could give my taint a long lick. He was getting awfully close to my crack and I wasn't sure if he would go there or not. Well he did.

My legs were lifted up into the air as Kyle brought my ass to his face. He gave on sniff, murring as he did so and then pushed his nose between my crack and licked my hole.

This as the first time I had my hole licked. We had done but play before. I had a small shameless collection of plugs that we took out of the shoe box once in a blue moon, but it never got away from toys. Kyle was taking me to uncharted territory, not that I was complaining.

He licked my hole several times before he set me back down.

If you truly love someone, you'd let them go ass to mouth on you and I did. I sucked on his tongue as we made out again. He grabbed a handful of my ass and dug a finger between my cheeks, playing with my hole some more while we kissed some more.

When we finally broke off the kiss, Kyle sat over me, straddling my waist where my hard cock was between his legs, still leaking all over.

My eyes were on the bulge that seemed to have grown larger in his pants. The zipper was stretching. I had seen the monster within and boy did it make anyone and anything else seem insignificant. It was mine however and at the moment, I wanted to bask in its wake.

I reached out and undid the button of his jeans and then the zipper which was tight. It was as if he was wearing skinny jeans, but skinny jeans would have torn at the thought of being around his legs.

His underwear was drenched underneath and a thick, almost suffocating aroma filled the tent. Kyle was always a smelly man, even when he wasn't worked up. You could smell him by just being near him.

I slid my hands into his waist band and pulled down. He shifted his hips and let me pull it all down. I could just see the head of his cock when he got up, much to my disappointment. I watched as he took the rest of his clothes off. I had my shirt off my the time he stood before me naked and I noticed something odd.

His cock looked strange. It was darker that what I remembered and shaped strange. There was no mushroom head, instead it tapered to a point and at the base, it got thicker.

I looked up at him to ask what was wrong when I saw that he had fangs. Two ivory white spears stuck out of his mouth. It turned me on more than I would have liked to admit. It was bizarre. Would have scared others off, but this was all on my Kyle and that just made it sexy.

He gave off a lusty grown when he looked at me with those predatory eyes of his. "I need you now." His voice was deeper and commanding. "No more play."

He pounced. I can't honk of a better word for it. He jumped up and was fully airborne for a moment before he landed over me. His face was buried in my neck, licking it up from my shoulder all the way up to my neck as he ground that massive tool of his against my inner thigh. He was leaking so much that I thought that he may have been peeing on me a bit.

He slobbered all over me. He had been a messy lover, drooled more than I would have preferred, but the way he did it made me not care. He nibbled on my ears with his sharp canines making me moan.

I grasped his back to discover more hair than before. It was thick and a little oily, it felt more like petting a dog than hair, because it was fur. He was slowly changing the more horny he became. He wasn't talking anymore. What came out of him was a mixture of grunts and growls.

I opened my eyes and looked at him. He really was changing into a wolf. Grey fur with black swirls was sprouting out of his skin and his face was stretching. His ears had moved back and up, elongating into pointed triangles. I was about to be fucked by a wolf.

A long tail came into view behind him, wagging and bouncing as he humped my leg. It was becoming harder for him to grind against me with me on my back. Most of the time he was humping into the air, shooting watery pre all over my chest.

His cock was a fiery red with veins running down its entire length with a large bulb at the bottom. I wanted to touch it.

It was smooth and slick when I grasped it, not even able to wrap my hand completely around it.

The rod touched at the stimulation, Kyle yipped and I was rewarded with a face full of ejaculate. I recall from some long nights on the internet that dogs continually ejaculated once they were stimulated. He needed to burry it somewhere or he would drown me in his sharp smelling cum that tasted bitter when I licked my lips.

I took a deep breath. It was thicker than any of the toys I had. Much thicker and it had a lust filled, horn dog as the end of it to make sure it fit. It was also longer. Must have been close to a foot long of hot flesh.

I lifted my hips and slowly raised my legs. It was hard and I almost didn't manage to wrap my legs around Kyle's back due to my condition, but I did and locked my ankles around each other. I figured that once this started, I would have to worry about slipping off.

Kyle was surprisingly patient once he realized that I was lining up. He stood still, his tail was flagging a little, coating me in more and more of his cum. It made it hard to keep a hold of his cock. My hand kept sliding down its length which only made him cum even more. The blankets would have to be thrown out. There was so saving them.

Normally we would have used lube, but Kyle had that covered. Literally.

I guided him in slowly. The pointed tip made it easy at first, but he quickly got thick enough that I was having my doubts.

He must have noticed my hesitation because, Kyle took control quickly. He pinned my chest against the ground for leverage with a paw. I had to let go of his cock that was in about an inch. It was already so hot, I could feel that small amount already sitting in my, coating my insides.

His hips shifted, pushing forward and driving another four inches in.

It burned as I was forced to accommodate his excessive girth. I grasped as him, taking in a deep exasperated breath of pain. Tears formed at the corner of my eyes. "Slow. Slower," I managed to gasp and he heard, giving a low growl.

He knelt his head down low enough to lick my face. Kyle was still in there, I could see him through the large golden globes that gazed down at me. I pet him between the ears and he licked me more on the lips.

He pushed again, though slow enough that I no longer felt like I was being split in half. I could feel each and every inch of his hot rod get shoved further and further into me, sliding against my prostate.

I came before he was eight inches into me. I cried out and his tongue slipped into my mouth. I frenched the wolf and painted his belly white with my first jet of thick cum. I jerked my waist up, inadvertently spearing myself another inch and sending me immediately into another climax half way through my last orgasm. My body shuddered and I unloaded everything I had into the both of us even as his tongue nearly suffocated me. I sucked on his tongue, letting as much of it into my mouth as I could until I was able to lick one of his canines with my own tongue. I coughed once and fell back to catch my breath as I came down from my high.

To Kyle's advantage, my dual orgasms had me completely relaxed and he was able to slide in the rest of the way effortlessly.

The moment he felt some pressure on my knot, he rutted me.

His back arched enough that he almost completely pulled out before shoving it all of the way back in. It felt like taking the biggest dump of my life only to have it out back in me and grind against my prostate the entire time as well.

My slowly shrinking clock was rock hard in a matter of moments as I felt the familiar rise of another orgasm building not one minute after the last one.

Kyle bucked against me at an ever increasing pace. His hips became a blur, his knot disappeared more and more into me with each thrust, spreading me open even more to take in the knot that was the size of dual baseballs. My ass screamed and so did I with his final thrust that threatened to crack my hips.

There was the sickest sound as my ass sucked in the knot once the precipices was overcome.

I was thrown into another orgasm as his knot destroyed me, smashing against my prostate sending a mixture of blinding pain and all consuming ecstasy. I shot dry, but the orgasm was more powerful than any I had ever had and with me tied to Kyle, I could do nothing but clenched his back tightly and yell in a primal call of overwhelming pleasure.

Kyle matched and even surpassed me as he tilted his head back and gave a long and ear piercing howl into the night.

The knot grew even large, plugging in everything that Kyle was pouring into my ass. I tried to pull it out, but it was there to stay and I only stimulated the wolf even more who drove the knot deeper into me.

Kyle was panting, drips of drool fell onto me and he licked my chest and face. I was covered all kinds of body fluids. No amount of showers would get this off of me.

We were both exhausted and Kyle laid down on his side with me against his chest. He groomed the top of my head and I rested on his forearm. It was long before he was snoring loudly.

I would have loved to have fallen asleep, but the mixed throbbing of my ass and his cock stopped me from falling asleep. Instead I laid there with my eyes closed. I could feel his cum churning inside of me and more and more leaked into me.

It was maybe an hour, it was impossible to tell, but his knot had been shrinking. It got to the point where I could move on it. I wriggled a little and Kyle, deep in sleep, let out a whimper and humped me more.

It was another thirty minutes before I felt it slipping. I reached down and grabbed the base of Kyle's cock and gave it a pull. He whimpered more and tried to shove the little I got out back in. I fought against the sleeping wolf and gave a yank. The knot strained my hole, but after a second pull, it unceremoniously slipped out and my hand was coated in a hush of warm liquid that made me feel sick to my stomach. I didn't care for very long because with the knot out of me, I was overtaken by exhaustion and fell asleep with Kyle's cock still in my hand.

Kyle woke up first the next morning and shifted back into a human. He cleaned me as I slept and dressed me in a fresh set of clothes he had back in his truck.

I woke up there when we were driving back home.

My ass was on fire. The act of waking up hurt.

I winced and looked over at Kyle who greeted me.

"Morning." He was absolutely beaming. "Had a good sleep?"

"Do we have any ice?" Was the only thing I could think of.

He laughed and turned a corner, I yelped in pain.

We got back home around noon. I was feeling better already after Kyle got me some ice and an inflatable donut from a gas station.

I noticed on the drive back that my underwear was wet already. I would be leaking for the rest of the day as Kyle's deposits slowly came out of me thanks to gravity.

He pulled into the parking garage for our apartment complex and got out of truck. I opened the door and got out and looked at Kyle strangle when he came running at me with his arms outstretched and his mouth open in shock.

"Whoa there." I took a step back, regretting it from a pain that was still there.

"Brady." He said, almost whispering. "You just got out of the truck without help."

I looked down. There was no tingling in my legs. Nothing, they felt normal.