The Werewolf Re-Experience 3: M/f Paranormal BDSM Erotica
After dreaming about wolves, Brandy wakes up in Alpha's presence, confused and afraid. Why did Alpha bite her? Has he deemed her worthy of becoming part of the pack? She has to come to terms with her inevitable transformation. Luckily Alpha's there to train her lycan leanings... in more ways than one! More
After dreaming about wolves, Brandy wakes up in Alpha's presence, confused and afraid. Why did Alpha bite her? Has he deemed her worthy of becoming part of the pack? She has to come to terms with her inevitable transformation. Luckily Alpha's there to train her lycan leanings... in more ways than one!
[WARNING: This sizzling 3800 word experience contains graphic scenes described with explicit language, cunninglingus, bdsm, the use of butt plugs, nipple clamps, collars and dildos, anal sex, domination, sex with an Alpha werewolf and much more! Adults only.]
Will this part of me disappear when I finally turn? A million questions rush through my head as I feel confused and scared of the unknown. How will my lifestyle change once I become a lycan? Will I be forced to go with the pack at all times? Will Alpha be able to fuck me so passionately like he normally does?
Alpha stares at me intently, obviously reading all my thoughts as they whizz by in my head. His mouth opens slightly to speak, but no words are uttered. I think he's guessing that these aren't serious questions in my mind, but spontaneous thoughts in the heat of the moment. Thanks to that werewolf ability of reading minds, he can communicate perfectly with me. It's not fair that I don't get to pick his brain too, but I think that's going to change when the next full moon comes round.
His sudden call snaps me out of my thoughts and panic gradually building up inside me. One look at his calm, composed demeanor and I can forget about almost every troubling thing on my mind.
"Y-yea?" I stammer, wondering what he's up to now. With Alpha's unpredictable behavior, it's very hard to feel at ease around him.
Without warning he grabs a hold of me; his lips no more than two inches away from mine. I feel his warm breath caress my face and my body temperature shoot up as I lose myself in his bright yellow eyes with black irises.
"Don't worry about it, alright? Brandy, everything's going to be just fine. Being a werewolf is a gift, a gift that only the privileged get to receive. Nothing bad is going to happen when you become a werewolf. Cherish what you have."
I nod stiffly and let him move in for a kiss in the heat of the moment. He tastes so savagely delicious and smells of wet dog. A musky scent that strangely makes me grow wet below.