Perverts 'R' Us

Werewolf Sex

By Danyealle (M/F, animal-like humans)


Note: All people and events in this story are entirely fictitious.

He was sitting at the end of the bar with several of his compatriots, laughing and bullshitting around, when he happened to glance up and his eyes locked with the deep brown eyes of a female at the other end of the bar. She was sitting with a bunch of her female friends, talking.

After the momentary eye contact, he was no longer listening to his friends but sat, transfixed, staring at the female werewolf that owned those eyes. She was a bare inch under six foot, had thick, silky looking black hair that fell to mid-back like a raven-colored curtain and a fine boned, handsome face. By far though, her best feature was her dark brown, velvet doe eyes that conveyed softness the rest of her finely toned warrior's body didn't. Like most female werewolves, she was toned and muscular. Her long legs were heavily muscled under her tight, worn, faded jeans.

After several minutes of talking to him with no reply his friends finally noticed the object of his distraction and started giving him a hard time about the woman. Despite their needling he found himself unable to take his eyes off of her. He was hoping to catch her attention so he could talk to her but she hadn't looked his way again, remaining in a deep conversation with her friends.

After a couple more drinks he felt he had screwed up enough courage to go talk to her. With his friends hearty encouragement he made his way down the bar and took a stool next to her.

She was deeply engrossed in her conversation and didn't notice him which gave him the opportunity to study her a bit more closely. There was something very unusual about her that he noticed right off the bat, her scent. She did smell like a werewolf yes, but there was more to it, another equally powerful smell mingled with it. She was a hybrid of some kind but the other smell wasn't one he was familiar with. It was exotic and erotic at the same time, like a perfume heavily laden with pheromones that clung to her skin. After a couple minutes he cleared his throat, trying to get her attention.

Her velvety doe eyes turned upon him. When she saw who was sitting there the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, "Hello there."

He shivered, her voice was husky, soft and sensual, like a silken sound that seemed to envelope him, causing the hairs on the back of his neck to stand up and the blood to surge straight to his libido. He gulped slightly then he smiled at her, using the same smile that made all the single women in his clan slightly weak in the knees. "I noticed you earlier and was wondering if you would allow me the privilege of buying you a drink?"

The corners of her almost hypnotic eyes crinkled slightly as her smile grew bigger, "I would like that very much, thank you."

Her friends were looking at him, giggling and tittering, the kind of thing that usually made men wonder if they had forgotten to zip up or not but he took no notice, he only had eyes for the dark eyed, raven haired beauty sitting next to him. He summoned the barmaid over and ordered them both another drink. His eyebrows arched slightly when he found she was drinking a potent mixture of fruit juice and werewolf moonshine, a powerful drink that made your insides burn like molten lava and could render a full grown male werewolf senseless after two glasses. She drank it like it was soda, showing no ill effects what so ever.

After taking a large swallow of his own liquid courage he smiled at her again, "May I ask your name?"

She returned the smile, "DeAmore."

"A beautiful name for a beautiful lady. I am..."

She chuckled slightly, "Oh, I know who you are, "you're Payne, son of the Dreadmore clan leader, Pallin."

He arched an eyebrow, "You've heard of the Dreadmore, then. Unusual. Not many have heard of our small clan."

She just smiled at him, taking another drink. He stirred his drink idly with one long, thick finger, gazing into her eyes, unable or unwilling to look away.

Her friends were watching him, giggling when one muttered to the others, "Luvy strikes again. Pass the A-1 and stick a fork in him, he's done!"

DeAmore looked at them and grinned, "Hush, you lot."

The women laughed but grabbed their drinks and moved to a nearby table to give them some privacy. Before leaving her best friend Irish muttered to her, "We can't take you anywhere without you attracting strays can we?" She then giggled and patted DeAmore on the shoulder then joined the rest of the group at the table.

DeAmore grinned and shook her head before turning her attention back to Payne and gave him a grin, "Ignore them, they're just joking around."

He chuckled deeply, "I assumed as much. So, what clan are you ladies with?"

She looked at him, "The Darkhearts."

He gave a low whistled. "Impressive." The Darkhearts were a clan of all women warriors. You weren't born into them but chosen. They were some of the toughest and roughest warriors there were, bar none. "Tough chick, aren't ya?" He said with a toothy grin.

"Reasonably so, yes." She replied, grinning.

Continuing to grin he bantered, "I like a woman that can give me a run for my money. Fear of getting my ass kicked might serve to keep me in line."

She threw her head back and laughed, "Ahhhh, a sportsman. A willing participant in the Werewolf Wrestling Federation."

His own deep throated laugh joined her. When it died off he cocked his head to the side and looked at her, "So tell me, do you have a mate or a significant other?"

She shook her head, "Nope, I am entanglement free."

"I find that hard to believe. One would think a woman as beautiful and desirable as yourself would have a whole bunch of men clamoring for your attention."

She looked at him and smiled, "Well, thank for the compliment. But truth be told, not many werewolves will date or get serious with a hybrid."

He nodded, "True, we are still a bit archaic in that way. What kind of hybrid are you, if I may ask. If I've offended you or you don't want to answer just slap me upside the head and tell me to shut up."

She giggled and looked at him, "Now, why would I want to do that? But seriously, I would rather keep that to myself for the time being, if you don't mind. No offense."

He nodded, "I understand, no problem."

They settled back onto their barstools and settled into a comfortable conversation about things they found mutually interesting for several hours until the bar filled up and it became too noisy to hear each other clearly. That is when he leaned over and asked if they could go somewhere else more quiet.

She nodded and stood then followed him out to the parking lot, nodding a goodbye to her friends as she exited.

Once outside where it was reasonably quiet he looked at her, "Where would you like to go?"

She chuckled slightly, "You mean your place or mine?"

He was a bit taken aback but smiled at her. Indeed that's what he meant but didn't expect her to say it. "Well, yeah, that's what I meant. I must warn you though I live at the clan enclave."

She nodded, "OK, that's out."

He looked at her quizzically, "Why? I don't have a problem taking you there."

"I understand that and thank you but I have my own reasons for not wanting to go. Want to come to my place and have a couple drinks?"

"Sure, I would like that."

"Follow me then." She hopped on her big chrome and silver Harley and then she saw him behind her in his pick-up she took off. She lived across town from the club so it took them less than ten minutes to get to her place. She gave him a short tour if the modest ranch style home before settling down for a beer in the den.

They stayed in the comfortable surroundings and talked until the clock struck midnight. He looked at it, startled, and then smiled at her, "Times does fly when you're having fun."

She smiled softly, "Thank you."

"I call 'em as I see 'em. You are great to talk to."

"Again, thank you."

He got up and tossed his empty into the trash then stood by her chair and looked down at her, smiling, "If I kissed you would you disembowel me or something?"

She giggled softly, "Naw, I don't want to clean blood off the carpet."

He crouched down in front of her chair and gazed longingly into her eyes, reaching up to run his fingers through her silken tresses. Then leaning forward he kissed her briefly then leaned back still gazing into her eyes.

When he broke off the kiss she sighed softly and looked at him. A very handsome werewolf, 7'2", ash brown hair, hazel eyes, deep chested and muscular. She could smell him, that wonderful musky woodsy scent male werewolves exuded. She reached up and traced one long, unpainted fingernail softly over his rugged jaw line.

He shuddered slightly but his eyes never left hers. He licked his lips, "DeAmore?"

"Yes?" she purred softly, her eyes locked with his.

He leaned forward and kissed her again, more deeply and passionately this time. One hand starting to run up and down her flat, hard stomach over the baggy men's shirt she wore. This time when he broke off the kiss he was panting slightly. His hand wandered up further and softly started to rub her breast through the linen fabric. He felt her nipples harden instantly under his touch. "Let me make love to you."

She shivered and whimpered softly at his touch then reached out and ran her fingers through his soft, thick hair. She looked deep into his eyes and whispered a barely audible, "yes, please."

He started to kiss her more deeply and passionately, his tongue darting into her mouth and entwining with hers. He squeezed his body between her spread knees and knelt down. He then started to unbutton her shirt, his hands shaking slightly. His erection had blossomed and quickly grown to full mast, straining painfully against the zipper of his jeans.

Before going any further he backed away a bit and stood. He was starting to sweat heavily and was panting. He looked down at her and licked his lips. She was looking at him also, her eyes locked with his. Her shirt was open revealing her sleek, deeply tanned hard chest and stomach covered in a light sheen of sweat that seemed to glisten in the soft light. Getting himself under a bit of control he asked, "Can we adjourn to the bedroom where it's a bit more comfortable?"

She nodded and stood then led him down the hallway to her bedroom. When they stepped through the doorway he grabbed her hand and pulled her
back to him and kissed her roughly and passionately, turning her around and backing her into the nearest wall. The then let his rough hands start to explore her bare silken flesh. While continuing to devour her mouth he undid her bra and let his hand start to cup and fondle her breast, pinching the hardened nipples.

She moaned into his mouth and kissed him back with equal fervor, wrapping her arms around his thick muscular neck, her fingers playing with his hair. He reached down and lifted her up by the back of the knees until she was eye level with him then pressed her tightly to the wall.  She wrapped her long legs around his waist tightly, feeling his hard cock pressed tightly against her crotch, throbbing madly. She ground her crotch onto his hardness, feeling his throb meld with her own. She let her hands wander up under his shirt, feeling his rock hard muscles slick with sweat.  He let one of his hands wander down to the buttons of her jeans. After several minutes of fumbling he got them undone. Then he pulled them down as far as he could before stepping away from the wall and walking towards the bed.

He deposited her in the center then untangled himself and stood up. With shaking hands he quickly diverged himself of his clothes then stood up and looked down at her panting, his hard cock standing straight out in front of him, throbbing, the head leaking pre-cum. She watched him strip, eyes bright. When his hard cock came into view she couldn't tear her eyes away from it, licking her lips. She could feel her already wet pussy start to drip juices at the thought of feeling it buried inside of her. Tearing her eyes away she quickly yanked her clothes off and tossed them into a pile on the floor. She then propped herself up against the pillows, legs spread wide apart. She looked him in the eyes again and licked her lips, one hand straying down between her legs to tickle the tip of her engorged clit shyly poking out from its hood, pink and leaded with moisture.

His eyes were glued to her fingers, watching. When he looked back into her face his eyes were drooped and half lidded, sweat beaded on his forehead and upper lip. He licked his lips and let out a low, rumbling growl. "Let me have you."

She moaned softly, her eyes never leaving his. She murmured a soft, "yes, please."

He got on the bed and crawled between her knees, propping her thighs on top of hers. He leaned forward and started to kiss her deeply and passionately once again. The head of his cock brushing up and down her wet slit.

She moaned into his mouth and wrapped her arms around him, her fingers buried in his hair. She started rubbing her slit up and down against his cock, wetting the head with her juices. He growled into her mouth. He reached down and held his cock firmly at the entrance to her pussy then in one strong stroke he entered her all the way.

She moaned loudly and arched up a bit at the abrupt intrusion, her legs locking tightly around his waist, her nails digging into his shoulders a bit. He could feel her pussy tighten up around him at the initial entrance then loosen up as he started to thrust in and out of her hard and fast.

She was moaning into his neck loudly and kissing it softly. Her legs locked around his waist, heels in the small of his back, her thrusts matching his own. He was drenched with sweat, his hair soaked against his head and his teeth clenched. With each thrust he could feel her wet pussy contract around his hard shaft like a silken glove. His nostrils flared as the musk of her excitement wafted upwards fueling him to thrust into her harder and faster.

She moaned and panted in his ear urging him on, begging for him to do it harder, faster, "oh please it's so good, don't stop!" She grabbed one of his hands and led it down to her fully engorged clit, begging him to stroke it, to make her cum. He growled into her mouth, his kisses becoming more fervent and demanding. His rough fingers began to stroke her clit, pinching and pulling on it slightly. He could feel her shudder beneath him, pushing her pelvis onto his fingers. His thrusts were becoming harder and more animalistic, pounding into her hard and fast. He pulled his mouth off, looking down at her he growled loudly, animalistically.

She dug her heels into the small of his back harder. Her hands were wrapped around his biceps tightly, her long nails digging into his skin. She was thrusting up onto him as hard as she could, moaning and whimpering loudly, starting to shake and shiver all over. Sweat had matted her hair tightly to her head and it hung about her face in wet strings. Her whole body was drenched in sweat and she was shaking and shivering uncontrollably.

He was growling and thrusting into her uncontrollably. The more turned on she was getting the more scent she seemed to be putting out. Not only that it seemed to be more powerful. His nostrils were flared wide trying to inhale as much of it as he could. It seemed to find the pleasure centers in his brain and tweak them. It was acting like a drug in his system, heightening his libido to the nth degree. Soon he had lost all control and was thrusting into her as hard and fast as he could, growling and snarling. She was under him urging him on, begging for more, grinding her clit onto his finger.

He was thrusting into her so hard the bed was banging against the wall, leaving marks. His hands were on her shoulders pulling her down onto his cock as he thrust into her. His finger was rubbing her clit hard and fast in a circle causing her to moan and whimper loudly. She was shaking all over; sweat pouring off her, drenching the sheets. She was very close to cumming. Finally he tweaked her clit and that sent her over the edge. She arched up onto his hand and let out a blood curdling scream as she came, flooding his crotch with her juices. It took all her self control not to shift. She got it enough under control that only her eyes changed.

When she let go it was as though she released a cloud of scent that was so powerful it triggered his own orgasm. He thrust violently into her one more time and felt himself release, flooding her walls. He threw his head back and let out a howl that shook the walls of the bedroom. He lost enough control his eyes changed, his teeth elongated and his body hair thickened and more dense. He came forever it seemed. When he finished he collapsed on top of her, trying to catch his breath, totally drained. She held him tightly, stroking his head until she heard him regain his breath.

He propped himself up on his elbows and looked down at her, "I have one word to say, Damn!"

She chuckled and looked up at him, "I enjoyed it as well."

When her eyes turned upon him he was startled, they weren't the eyes of a wolf, but those of a cat. He looked down and smiled at her, brushing a lock of hair out of her face, "You're part cat."

She giggled, "Yes, I'm half she-devil half werewolf."

He grinned, "Yum! That means you won't wear out anytime soon. Let's go find a drink and see about round two shall we?"

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