Perverts 'R' Us

Wolf Moon: The Price of Lust

By Danyealle ( F/m, f/dom, anal, transform )

Lying on his stomach, eyes shut, panting heavily, he could feel the large intruder thrust in and out of him roughly, making his whole body quiver. Sure, it felt good but it also hurt a bit. She was making sure he could feel every inch of the monster that was reaming out his ass.

Beforehand she had tied his wrists to the bedposts so he couldn't wiggle away like he had done before. Though, this time she hadn't tied his feet, she warned that if he fought her, she would do so. Having known her for a year, he knew she would do it too. That was one of the first things he learned about her, if she says she will do it, she will, no matter how bizarre it might be. So he lay there still has he could, and took it, not complaining or making too much noise.

How had it all come about? That was easy enough to explain. For as long as he could remember he had been a sub, wanting - no, NEEDING - to be dominated. Although he hadn't had much experience with it, this was what he longed for. For a while he had just done it online, in chatrooms on a BDSM server, meeting and talking to Dommes, doing it on webcam then he was introduced a local BDSM club by one of them. Yes, that was exciting and he loved it. But what he didn't have was a real Domme full time. The club catered mostly to people that just wanted to play with it - do it for a few hours, then go back to their normal lives. That isn't what he wanted. Yes, for sure he did like what was done to him or what he was forced to do what he truly longed for was a full time Domme, one that was with him 24/7. Then she had stepped into his life.

It was easy to remember the first time he had seen her, it had been a Saturday night and the Hellfire club was jumping as usual. Then she had stepped through the doors. Somehow there seemed to be a subtle change in the atmosphere, like those that were there who were just into the lifestyle on a part time basis for the kicks realized a true master of it had walked into their presence.

Although things went on as they had before she walked through the door, there was more tension in the air than usual. From afar, he was able to observe her and it was quite exciting to him. Unlike so many that came into the club who felt the need to prove they were dominant, she didn't. That surrounded her like a cloak, there for all to see. From past experience he knew this was not something you could learn to have, you had to be born with it. So few were like that, they were more from the cut of they found it exciting and strove to be that way, learning as they went along. But here was one that never had to learn it - she was a natural.

As usual, many of the subs, male and female, knelt by her as she sat at the bar and offered themselves to her for entertainment. But each was dismissed with a wave of her hand, a bored look on her face. Making her his study for a bit, he watched her and her interaction with the others in the club. From his vantage-point it seemed that she held most in the club with some distain, not approving of the way they went about things. He wasn't sure if it was their technique or if it was just the way they went about things.

As the night went, on he lost track of her when he got involved in a scene with 2 Dommes. When they finished he went back to the bar and sat down, slowly sipping his drink. It was strange, but he felt her come up behind him rather than saw or heard her. Straightening up, he looked over his shoulder at the exotic beauty. Tall, she had to be 6'2" in her stocking feet, rail thin, but muscular, which was very evident beneath her black leather cat suit. Her eyes were dark brown with tiny flecks of green that made them appear much more alive and sensual, her hair was raven black hanging down past her shoulders, stick straight and shiny.

Sliding into the chair beside him she smiled and nodded, revealing white, even teeth. The valley of her cleavage was evident in the low cut cat suit, showing off her perfect handful sized breasts. Ordering a drink she then turned to him and looked him up and down before directing her gaze to his face. A small smile turned up one corner of her mouth and she nodded. Lifting his glass in a toast to her, he took a long swallow of the fiery liquid. That was when he first noticed what made her different than everyone else in the club, she was no more human than the bar its self or the glass he was holding. What she was he didn't know but whatever it was seemed to be alluring and deeply sensual.

After getting her drink and taking a small swallow of it she turned those eyes of hers on him and smiled, "I am Teigra. Do you have an owner or are you just here to have some fun?"

Grinning a bit, he replied, "I'm Lovell and no, I am free as of yet. But what makes you think I am a sub?"

Throwing back her head she gave a throaty laugh then fixed him with her eyes again, "It is obvious that you are, it radiates from you like a beacon."

Sitting there, he stared into her eyes, lost. Many times before he had heard women compared to cats but this one was the antithesis of that, a feline grace that screamed sensuality from every pore in her body. When she spoke it was as if her voice was a cat's purr with words, something that wrapped around you and trailed along your skin like the finest velvet. Shaking it off slightly, he smiled a bit, "Yes, I am a sub."

Nodding, she traced one blood red, long nail around the lip of her glass, still gazing at him, eyes seeming to hold the promise of an erotic encounter the likes of which few got to experience ever in their lifetimes. Licking her full lips, she smiled slightly, "Well then, would you like to come with me for the night and see what we can't make happen?"

"To your place? Not here?" Although she hadn't said that outright that was the impression he got from her.

Once again, her smiled lifted the corners of her mouth, "Yes, my place. Public displays are not my cup of tea. But if you feel safer…." She let the sentence trail off, looking into his eyes.

Swallowing the last of his drink, he shook his head, "No, that's fine." He was into a lot of things but exhibitionism wasn't one of them. He preferred what ever he was going to do be done in private without a room full of prying eyes watching.

Holding out her hand to him, she smiled, "Come then Lovell, we will resign to my place."

Without even thinking about it he placed his hand in hers and let her lead the way. Taking her car they were at her house in a matter of minutes. While sitting down and having a drink together she elicited from him his likes and dislikes, where he could and couldn't go.

Not knowing what it was, her ease of manner or just that somehow she inspired trust, he divulged to her his deepest, darkest desires and wants. Letting them spill out like water from a faucet, including ones he had never told anyone and wasn't sure himself about.

Within an hour of their arrival he was down in her basement dungeon receiving the most gratifying sexual experience of his life. He was right about her; she indeed was a master of the art, able to elicit feelings from him that he never thought possible. She would take him to the heights of sexual pleasure and bringing him masterfully to the edge, then drawing him back only to raise him to the precipice once again quickly, but never letting him lose control.

Finally, she put on her leather-covered strap on, bent him over the horse and took his anal virginity. Although he had dreamed of it, thought about it and played with himself anally he had never trusted another being to do it to him, somehow deep inside himself he was afraid to give that up, feeling that it meant a total surrender to that side of himself. But with her it just felt right.

Masterfully, she used her hips to get the thrust just right with that learned skill so many men had never mastered. Slow yet insistent, she entered him for the first time, then fucked him in long, slow, deep strokes that seemed to make his ass scream out for more. It was as though that piece of filled leather had become an extra appendage that she knew well, using it in just the right way to make him squirm and wiggle all over, bringing him to the brink then pulling him back until he was begging and screaming for release. Then with one last thrust, her hand on his thick cock, she allowed him to cum. With a scream that seemed to come from the depths of his soul he came so hard it made him dizzy and his heart feel like it was going to burst.

After allowing him to catch his breath she had him clean his spend off her hand then, while she was still standing, he crawled between those long, shapely legs of hers and was allowed to service her orally until she had several orgasms, her thick juices covering his face.

Again, unlike most others he had met she wanted him to stay awhile and just talk with her, something he did gratefully. Thus began their affair. That is really all he thought it was as months passed and their meetings became more frequent. But as time went on he found himself thinking about her all the time, wanting and longing for her when they weren't together. Yes, the sex was part of it but as time wore on it was just her and the way she was that entranced him. Each day at work he found it harder and harder to concentrate, his mind wandering to her, her touch and passion. When they weren't together he longed for her, not so much the sex, but to be with her.

A year into the affair, she revealed what he had already known, that no, she wasn't human, she was a she-devil. Somehow that didn't surprise him and his knowing the truth didn't affect him like he thought it would. It was as though it added to her aura of mystique and mystery. But it was then that other thoughts started to creep in around the edges. The one that sent him into the deepest thought was what would he do without her when she moved on? It was then that he started to think about how he could stay with her. After so many angles, the only thing he could come up with was to let her change him, to become a dark creature himself. Although being with her for an eternity was a tantalizing thought becoming something no longer human frightened him. Could he do that and live with the consequences? He didn't know.

Shutting his eyes, he let the feelings wash over him, the raw feeling in has ass as she thrust in and out, the smooth sides of the dildo plunging into him making it hurt and feel good at the same time. Masterfully rubbing it against his prostate, making his cock twitch madly and drip pre-cum onto her black silk sheets. It wasn't long, despite his self-control, before he was thrusting back onto her, moaning, whimpering and begging for more. His lanky, lean 6'2" frame was quivering madly, all the muscles seeming to be twitching. His sandy brown shaggy hair was plastered to his head in wet tangles. Looking back over his shoulder at her, his hazel eyes seemed to plead for release.

Grinning at him she rotated her hips, grinding the dildo deep into his passage, right across his prostate. From practice and getting to know his body she knew what this would do and wasn't disappointed. With a loud wail he slammed back onto it, driving it all the way into his ass and came, splattering her sheets with his thick cum.

Afterwards, she lay in bed with him, holding him to her chest, stroking his wet hair. Wrapping his arms around her thin waist, he looked up at her, "Have you thought about what I asked Tei?"

A frown creased her forehead and he looked down at him, "I have pondered it yes but still I am not sure."

Sitting up slightly, he looked into her eyes, "But this is what I want!"

Reaching out, she ran her fingers lightly down his cheek, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth, "But do you really know what it means Lovell? Do you know just what you are asking for?"

"I don't care, just so I am with you. Nothing else matters to me!"

"Eternity is a long time, my pet. Longer than any human can imagine. Not only that, are you willing to give up your humanity and everything that goes with that to be with me? Are you willing to give up your family and vanish without a goodbye? To have to live in the shadows and remain unnoticed?"

Nodding, his eyes implored her, "Anything, just so I can be with you. None of that would matter to me and I would willingly give it up for you. Please Tei!"

Shaking her head, she sighed deeply, "I don't know. I do have a sweet tooth for you Lovell, indeed I do. And the thought of having you for an eternity is intriguing but how could I subject you to that life when there is no way I can reverse it when it is done?"

Sliding into a sitting position next to her, he took her hand in his and gazed into her eyes, "Please Tei, I'm begging you. I don't think I could go on if you walked out of my life."

Smiling, she cupped his cheek, "My Lovell, my sweet boy. Are you SURE this is what you want and you understand it? You will not be like me you will become a werewolf. At the full moon or at times of great emotion you will change, unable to control yourself. In a hundred years or so you will learn to, but for now you will be little better than an animal."

Nodding, he said, "I know all that and am willing to accept it. Anything for you!"

Sighing deeply, she gazed out the window and thought. When she looked back at him again her eyes were unreadable. Leaning over she gently pushed him down onto his back and straddled his hips. Leaning over she kissed him gently yet passionately, her long nails dragging softly down his still sweaty chest. Moaning, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer, his mouth devouring hers. Slowly, she slid downwards, kissing and nibbling his flesh until she reached his shoulder. Pressing onto his chest, she held him down and sat up slightly.

Staring into his eyes she shifted, fangs elongating, ears becoming those of a cat, eyes changing to green, body becoming thicker and more powerful. Snarling like a beast, she sunk her fangs into his shoulder and drank, draining him to the point of death. As his heartbeat slowed and life started to ebb away he gazed at her, eyes becoming cloudy. Reaching up she stroked down the side of his face, smiling. Then she bit into her wrist, letting the red river flow and held it to his mouth, crooning softly for him to drink.

Gazing up into her beautiful cat eyes, he held her arm and drank the salty blood, feeling it highball into his system. When he felt he could drink no more, he released it and lay back, panting. Sliding down, she sat at the foot of the bed and changed back, a sad and wistful look on her face as she watched him.

It was then a pain such as he had never known washed over his body, causing him to arch off the bed, eyes bulging and he screamed. It felt as though he was being turned inside out and someone was twisting his insides and tying them in knots. Shaking violently his body started to change, sandy brown hair erupted all over his body, his hands seemed to melt into the shape of paws, his body shrunk and reformed into a canine from and his face elongated, growing a muzzle full of sharp teeth. Although to him it seemed to take an eternity, the shift only lasted 15 minutes. Laying in the sweat soaked outline of his human body was now a wolf, panting heavily, sides heaving.

Crawling up to him she put his head in her lap and stroked the soft fur, smiling down at him, "My little wolf, for all eternity."

His only response was a long howl.