Page 216 of His Hungry Wolf
“You get used to it. And, like I said, it’s like child birth. You get a rush of endorphins to help you forget the pain when it’s done,” he said with a smile.
“I don’t remember that part of it. All I remember was hearing things snap.”
“Yeah. There’s that too,” he conceded.
Just like how he had tutored me in ‘Intro to Childhood Education,’ he tutored me in shifting. It turned out that his overnight bag included charts and a lesson planner. I would never have guessed that turning into a wolf could be so clinical, but Quin had made it that.
I wasn’t able to shift that night… and we spent hours trying. Nor could I do it the following night. But on Wednesday, I did even though I couldn’t control it.
It just kinda slipped out. One minute he was telling me to think of something my father had done that had pissed me off. I thought about him threatening Quin. Seconds later, I was floating behind my wolf’s eyes.
It took all night to return to my human self, but when I did, I fucked Quin like an animal. It was primal. I had gripped his hair pulling it back while stretching his hole open with my throbbing cock. It was like I was still part wolf and he was my mate.
After we had both cum multiple times, we laid together with him buried in my arms. I couldn’t get enough of him. I hadn’t realized how good he smelled until that night. His scent could only be described as jasmine mixed with black licorice. Who would have thought the two would smell so good together, but, god damn did it do things to me.
The following night we continued working until I was able to shift back within an hour. And when we both decided that I could control things to a reasonable degree, he took his training to the next level.
“I haven’t shifted this much since I was 14,” he admitted. “I had been trying to avoid it for so long.”
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” I asked him hoping he would see his wolf as a good thing.
“It has it perks,” he said reluctantly. “So, do you think you’re ready for this?”
“And, what happens if I take off?”
“Then you ride it out. And when you shift back, you walk home. I don’t think that will happen, though. You’ve caught on a lot faster than I did.”
“Well, you didn’t have such a good teacher.”
“I didn’t have any teacher. All I could do was figure things out as I went. I mean, my father did his best, and I’m grateful to have had him. But, it’s not like having someone who’s gone through it.”
“I’m lucky to have you,” I said feeling a connection with him that almost brought me to tears.
“Okay. So, if you want to shift first, I’ll open the door and then I’ll join you. And, don’t worry. You have this,” he said confidently.
I appreciated the faith he had in me even though I didn’t know if I deserved it. I was still inconsistent with my shifts. And, as much as my wolf yearned to run free in the woods, I questioned whether I would have any say once he was out.
Looking into Quin’s eyes a final time, I undressed and focused. Knowing it was getting what it wanted, I never shifted so quickly. It stared up at Quin waiting anxiously. When he opened the door a crack, my wolf pushed into it and was gone.
Cutting through the trees, I realized why I had enjoyed playing football so much. It was my wolf begging to be free. The feeling of the breeze on my fur, smells that were layered all around me, there was nothing about this that I didn’t like. And when Quin’s wolf caught up to me and we ran together, my heart hurt with joy.
Quin and I ran until our bodies couldn’t take it anymore. I was, of course, a lot bigger and faster than he was. But, unlike me, he knew how to run like he wasn’t an excited puppy with a new toy. While my tongue flapped as I fought to catch my breath, he cut through the air like a silver bullet. He was amazing.
When I couldn’t run anymore and he slowed to be with me, our eyes caught and I knew what I wanted next. I shifted into a human as quickly as I had a wolf. And when he joined me and again looked into my eyes, the two of us attacked each other and made love in the moonlight.
Lost in the middle of nowhere, I met a side of Quin I had yet to. As aggressive as I was being, he was more so. Tossing me onto my back, he took my cock into his mouth. It was only enough to get me flinching because what he really wanted, he claimed next.
Climbing on top of me, he grabbed hold of my dick and lined it up with his opening. As if I were half my size, he threw himself onto me. Not ready for it, he howled feeling me enter him. Whatever pain he felt, he took it out on my chest.
With his nails digging into my pecs, he slapped his dripping cock on my stomach. He was a wild man. And the way his head rolled, I had to wonder if he was possessed.
Possessed or not, I wanted it all. Gripping his small chest in my large hands, my thumbs pressed his nipples. That didn’t stop him from using my cock like a jackhammer.
When we finally came, it was together. I screamed as the pleasure ripped through me. Perched on top of me, Quin arced his back and literally howled at the moon.
Staring up at his silhouette in the night’s light, I was sure that I saw his wolf appear. It didn’t last. He was back to his full self for when he fell forward and collapsed into my arms. It had been the most erotic experience of my life. My mind swirled processing it all.
What do you say to someone after something like that? It was beyond words. All I could think of was how Quin could want to get rid of his wolf knowing that it allowed him to have such experiences. It seemed unthinkable.