Chapter 81 Wild.
"Oooh! I love a guy with a wild side," Ava giggled. "I didn’t bring my cat ears or collar, though. But you can still take me doggystyle!"
"Huh?"
Ava locked lips with him, squeezing tightly against his powerful body as he yielded to his desire and began to return her kiss.
His tongue thrusting into her mouth. Longer than she expected. His lips furrier. Her hand caressing his chest found a wide patch of fur between his pectorals. Fur that was... spreading?
Ava gasped and took a step back.
Maxwell Slade’s transformation took only seconds. His chiseled face sprouted fur and his jawbone elongated and narrowed.
His brow protruded. His cheeks hollowed. Gray and black fur grew from his shoulders in great bunches. His ears elongated and moved towards the top of his head. His mouth became that of a huge wolf as he licked his chops and stared down at Ava.
Nowhere was his transformation more evident than his trousers.
They split open as his thighs thickened and became furry. His bulging cock was suddenly revealed. Huge and red and glistening with his bestial lust. Thrusting obscenely towards Ava.
"Oh wow!" Ava breathed.
Slade growled, the sound low and animal. "Shit," he said, curling a lip over a fang. "Fuck. Look, I-"
"You’re a wulfen!"
Slade stared at the elf, for a moment taken aback. He was used to repulsion and fear in the face of those who saw him transform, often highlighted with the burning torches and pitchforks they were carrying. But Ava’s expression was positively in awe, her eyes shining, her hands clasped before her.
"Er..." Slade said.
"You’re a wilderfolk! A son of the god of the moon! He who set his wild beasts upon the maidens of the forest and rutted them full of pups! Oh goddesses! I thank you for this!"
Slade rubbed the back of his lupine head, his ears twitching. "O... kay. Aren’t you gonna... I dunno. Whip out the pitchforks? Maybe ra ra ra a bit?"
"Why? Is there a stable around here? If you want to fuck me there, we can go. But your bed looks good too!"
"You still want it?"
"Of course! You’ve been touched by the wild god! The beast lord! Oooh, and I can see you’ve really been blessed!"
"Well, I mean, the wolf thing does help in my wooooooo!"
Slade moaned as Ava pressed forward, her hand resting on his crimson shaft, stroking it, admiring it as she inhaled the heavy scent of his manhood.
The mustiness of the beast mingled with the roughness of a man. Her mouth was already watering at the thought of taking the canine’s cock, her pussy aching with emptiness.
"The Ceremony of the Wild is sometimes blessed with the wolf tribes," Ava breathed, slowly going down on her knees, her hands stroking up and down his veiny shaft. "Their warriors coming upon us as we dance naked in the woods, enticing the spirit of the beast to enter into us."
"Y-yeah?" Slade grunted, yellow eyes glued to the lovely elf. "And how... do they do that?"
"Mmmm. Let me show you," Ava purred, leaning in, her soft lips parting as she slipped them down his pulsing red cock.
Slade had only occasionally had a woman go down on him in his canine form, and those times had been when he’d bit the bullet and headed to the really weird clubs down in the Sorcery District.
This though was incredible. His head rolled back, tongue lolling as the elf’s heavenly lips sheathed fully half his cock in her mouth, her tongue playing along the underside, swirling around it as she softly bobbed, every movement worship. Every stroke adoring.
"Oh f-fuuuuuck," Slade groaned.
His legs quaked with the elf’s skill, his paw slamming into the wall, holding him over her as Ava did what she did best. He was panting, grunting, his hips beginning to move, his dark tail wagging in growing pressure.
Again a growl came from him, but there was far less man in it now. It rose from the depths of his chest. The animal awakening. The beast. Sensing the presence of a submissive bitch before him. His hand engulfed her head, and Ava moaned as Slade began to ruthlessly fuck her mouth.
"Mmm! Mmm! Mmmmmm!" Ava moaned, breathing hotly through her nose, almost choking on the bestial cock pumping down her throat.
She could feel her panties cling to her pussy, soaked in her own arousal. Her free hand went down, pressing against her gash through her pants, moaning as she was used by the werewolf for his pleasure.
Slade couldn’t stop himself. It just felt so good. He had to cum. He had to cum in this eager slut of an elf. His hand gripped her head, and the beast in him thrilled to feel her quiver in fear, even as she redoubled her obedient sucking. He wasn’t going to make it. He couldn’t hold it back. He... he was...
"Arooooooooo!" Slade howled, the sound echoing in the room as he nearly hilted his cock in Ava’s mouth.
He came in a rush, hot seed pumping into Ava’s mouth. No stranger to taking huge loads, Ava swallowed like a champ, her eyes rolling back in pleasure as she was used, cumming in her pants, moaning in slavish pleasure as his knot swelled in her mouth, nearly cracking her jaw as he sealed her tight around his shaft.
Slade panted, his whole form heaving with the intensity of his orgasm. He could still feel Ava upon his cock, the elf moaning softly. When his knot finally shrank, she pulled back, gasping, drool and cum hanging from her puffy lips.
"Fuck," Slade grunted. "You okay?"
"Soooo goooood," Ava moaned.
Slade chuckled. "Hm. Guess that answers that."
"Y-yeah," the elf said, her eyes glowing. "Ready for round two?"
"Two?" Slade said, even as Ava rose, stripping away her clothes to reveal her pale, naked curves.
Slade’s eyes trailed down the elf’s stunning form. A figure of immortal loveliness and carnal beauty.
Ava smiled, climbing onto the bed, on all fours. She parted her thighs, lifting her rump, enticing him with a view of her perfect, fuckable derriere.
"Please," she moaned, wagging her rump. "Take me, oh vessel of the wild."