Lesbian Werewolves Forest Fuck (f/f Werewolf Erotica)
Werewolves Sara and Caitlyn aren't exactly the best of friends, and haven't been ever since Caitlyn stole Sara's boyfriend. Beneath all that anger, though, lies a whole lot of lust. When the two girls meet up in the woods, their strange attraction comes to a head. Will the two of them be able to handle it when their fantasies come true? More
Werewolves Sara and Caitlyn aren't exactly the best of friends, and haven't been ever since Caitlyn stole Sara's boyfriend. Beneath all that anger, though, lies a whole lot of lust. When the two girls meet up in the woods, their strange attraction comes to a head. Will the two of them be able to handle it when their fantasies come true?
Warning: this 3800 word short story contains explicit descriptions of a wild sexual encounter between two lesbian werewolves!
She grabbed Sara’s clothes and held them behind her back. “In a sec,” she said. “I just wanted to talk to you.”
Sara rubbed her eyes and sighed again. “Look, I’m not really that angry right now but I’m tired and just—not in the mood for this. Can you give me my clothes?”
Caitlyn’s heart hammered in double time. If she gave Sara the clothes, she’d have to summon the courage to apologize all over again. She was already putting herself on the line, even if she hadn’t gotten to the apology part yet. This had to end now. Before Sara left and she chickened out. “Not yet,” she said. “It’ll just be a minute. Please, won’t you listen? I just want to apologize…”
“Oh, screw this,” Sara said. She tried to snatch her clothes out of Caitlyn’s hands, but Caitlyn did this sort of half-step dance backward that saved her. Barely. The rough bark of the tree trunk behind her scraped her shoulder and Caitlyn knew she was in trouble. She stared up into Sara’s flashing eyes and summoned up all her confidence. Sara was so much taller and bigger and oh man, was this really the best idea? She didn’t want to piss Sara off; she just needed a couple minutes to explain herself.
“Ah, fuck it. I’ll just run back in wolf form.” No!
“Wait!” As Sara turned, Caitlyn leaped, intending to tackle the other woman and make her listen. No one could have been more surprised than she was when her tactic worked better than expected and they both crashed to the ground. Damn it—Sara had cushioned their fall, which meant she was going to be even more pissed than before. As Sara groaned, Caitlyn straddled her body, thinking she’d lay it all out in oh, about five seconds flat.
It would go something like this: I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to hurt you I swear I didn’t steal Lee from you tonight was really uncool did I say I’m sorry? Let’s be friends or whatever bye. And then maybe she’d run away before she had to deal with the consequences.
Cait felt her arousal returning in full force, though, and she couldn’t make herself do it. She opened her mouth but the words she wanted to say just wouldn’t come out. She stared down at Sara as the other woman’s eyes darkened with arousal. Holy hell, she thought, she feels it too. With that realization, every bit of Caitlyn’s good intentions went down the drain. Instead, she did the unthinkable: she lowered her head and kissed the woman beneath her. Even more surprising? The way Sara kissed her back.