jack

what cologne she wears, which you bought for yourself. where she works. what apartment she lives in, you even got a copy of her key (which was not that hard of a task shockingly). her parents, her nieces and nephews, her friends, anybody who knows her you know of and have done detailed background checks of them, for her safety of course. what her favorite food is, her favorite colour, her favorite show, her favorite restaurant. her schedule. when she gets her paycheck. what diner she goes to every Saturday, including the waiter that serves her regularly (who you followed home one night just in case she decides to try and get too close to your girl).

she's the love of your life. nobody else can have her. these thoughts fly through your head during the drive to her house. you try to go there when you know that she won't be there, and she works nights, so its already late.

9:45 pm. there's no one else on the roads or the streets. it's quiet, just as you like it. 

you get to her apartment complex at 10.

she lives in apartment 14B. you haven't been in it very often, only 4 or 5 times. it's so nerve racking to be in there. you start to feel guilty every time you even get close, but you're deciding to face your overwhelming anxiety for the wonderful reward of being in her presence. 

stepping out of your car, which is parked in the dark wooded area behind the apartments, you gather the half-full backpack (intending to leave with it full) from the backseat. you walk with faux confidence to the building, thankfully the complex has no security measures, making it much, much easier to go to your baby's home.

you stride your way to the 3rd floor, still being cautious, pulling out your key and unlocking the front door.

no matter how many times you visit, it still seems to overwhelm you. the entire apartment smells of her, soft vanilla and musk, with a faint aftertaste of cigarette smoke. you love it. you drag your fingertips along the wall as you make your way to her bedroom. 

her room is just as perfectly imperfect as her. mildly dirty, a filled ashtray by the window, dirty clothes strewn around the room.

"she's a busy lady, it makes sense that she's a little messy." you think.

your first stop is at her dirty laundry basket. you stare at it for a bit. heart racing and teeth gnawing at your bottom lip. it's just so.. perverted. you dig in it anyway. you very quickly find what you're looking for, some dirty boxers. you quickly stuff them in your backpack and continue your snooping. 

while looking through her side drawer, you spot a box under her bed. you start to pull it out, but then the sound of keys jingling in the lock of the front door. 

you scramble to get your bag and leave but as you step to leave her room, the door is already opening. you start to sweat. shit! shit! you turn on your heel and stuff yourself into her closet and slide the doors closed. 

this is bad. you're gonna get caught. your eyes start to water in fear, guilt, and anger towards yourself. you try to keep quiet, covering your mouth with your hand.

you see her walk into her room through the slits in the closet door. she acts like everything is normal, like nobody else is there. she kicks off her shoes, and goes to sit on her bed, when she stops suddenly, staring at that box from under her bed that you pulled out halfway. your eyes widen, but before you can properly react, her eyes shoot towards the closet and she's practically running to it, tearing the door open and pulling you out by your arm. 

it felt like you had passed out for a split second. your mind awakens from the feeling of the cold metal of a gun pressed underneath your jaw. you're fully crying now, hot tears falling from your eyes onto the cold handgun.

"give me one reason not to blow your head off right now." sevika growls, her eyes burning into yours. but the hard stare seems less threatening, almost like it's laced with.. familiarity?

your sobs make your words come out incoherent, "i'm-i-i'm so-orry." you sniffle and grab the wrist that holds the gun to your jaw as a grin that you are unable to see through your tears forms on the woman's face.

she throws you to the ground and you grab at the plush carpet beneath you, tears dripping onto the backs of your hands as uncontrollable sobs rack through your body.

above you, sevika tosses her, very much empty, gun onto the bed and unbuckles her pants, "you know, you are a really easy one to fool."

you mumble a quiet "huh?" as she digs her fingers into your scalp to make your eyes land on hers once again.

she ignores the winces and whines you make as she speaks, "i've known about you this whole time. the following me home, stealing my keys to copy them, breaking into my apartment." she ends with a small chuckle and a shake of her head.

"i always knew. stupid little lamb."

your eyes couldn't physically widen anymore now, but sevika's not done speaking.

"and since i know you want me to so, so badly, i'm gonna use you for all your worth." she lets go of your hair to grab your wrist and set them on her already unbuckled belt.

you freeze, this can't possibly be happening. she was aware of you this whole time? a sudden, hard slap stings your face.

"what are you waiting for you stupid mutt?" she hisses at you.

you immediately follow her wordless direction, pulling down her pants and boxers, keeping eye contact with her beautifully stormy eyes.

not letting you get a good breath in, she grabs a hold of your hair again and shoves you into her pussy. groans immediately flow from her lips as you work your mouth to the best of your ability, your hands finally able to grab at the hips you've dreamed of touching for so long.

she feverously grinds against your face. the oxygen in your lungs slowly leaves as you now push against her in an attempt to let you breathe, but she's too enthralled with her own pleasure to notice the convulsing of your chest and your face going pale.

it's around 8 in the evening as you walk to the recently renovated last drop, expecting it to be a normal night, housing the regulars and music playing softly in the back, but you push open the doors to see the exact opposite.

the bar is almost empty, save for one table in the middle, holding candles, a bouquet of flowers, and two empty plates. you're shocked still, did you walk in at the wrong time? who is this for?

suddenly jinx exits from the back kitchen carrying a pan, filling the room with the tangy smell of cooked fish.

she looks up and jumps slightly, "oh! hey babe, i was wondering when you were coming." jinx says excitedly, continuing her way to the table in the middle of the room and putting one fried filet and some asparagus on each plate as you stand in the doorway.

"you gonna come sit?" she grins, pulling a chair out and motioning for you to sit.

you didn't even know jinx could cook, or even wanted to. but as surprised as you are, you're enjoying this. 

you're finally getting a full, long look at your girlfriend. her hair is starting to grow out again, it hits below the nape of her neck now. and her face is so much less tired, the past dark circles under her eyes now lighter, and it just seems like she's lighter now. she's even gained some weight, giving her more energy to do more things now.

she finally looks up from admiring her cooking to see a soft smile filling your face. "whatcha looking at? you got an issue?" she jokes, a smile morphing onto her face.

every month, she has a time where she won't let you talk or see her, it really scares you when it happens, especially since you live together now, but she always reassures you before and after, so you think it's just a weird quirk that she has when she's on her period.

but recently you've noticed some other.. quirks of hers. in recent months, she's been so clingy. coming up behind you while your cooking just to stick her face in your neck and press her hip into you and then tear herself away like she was doing something wrong. or at night, she has been wrapping herself around you, something she's never done before. 

and about a week ago.. she asked you to top for the first time. this shocked you, obviously. in the little over a year the two of you have been dating she has never asked you to fuck her. you had even asked her if something was wrong, but she acted confused. after you got her very enthusiastic consent, you actually topped her.

you held on to her hips as you thrusted into sevika's soaking pussy. she's awfully vocal tonight, her whines echoing in your head, you'll be sure to remember these beautiful sounds.

although you're trying your best, it is your first time actually fucking her, and sevika doesn't seem happy about it. with a low growl, she uses the legs placed on your hips to flip the two of you over so she could ride you to the pace of her liking.

you're stunned still as she lowers herself onto the strap that you picked out for you, letting out a loud groan as she bottoms out, the top half of her body folding over, her hands falling on your chest to support herself as she grinds down.

the memories flood through your mind as you sit at your dining room table, waiting for sevika to grab whatever she was grabbing from the closet.

earlier this evening, she said she needed to talk to you about something important, which made you so, so nervous. what did she want to tell you? was she breaking up with you? was she going to kick you out?

your thoughts about an imaginary fate are interrupted by sevika coming out of your shared bedroom carrying a large box.

she put the box down with a soft thud before sitting across from you and finally speaking, "ok." she sighs, calling your name in a sweet tone as she takes a hold of your hand. "the things i'm about to tell you might scare you, and if you want to leave after i tell you this." 

your face contorts in shock when she says this, "why would i ever leave you?" you question her, "what do you have to tell me?"

sevika stuffs her head in her hands and groans before blurting out, "i'm a werewolf."

your eyebrows fall and your jaw drops as you just stare at the woman in front of you, her hands still stuffed in her hands, neither of you knowing what to say.

you start giggling, then laughing. 

still with her head buried in her hands she groans out, " 's not funny.."

"oh but it is." you giggle, but you catch your breath and grin at her, "so what's in the box?"

she finally looks up, her eyes searching for any signs of you retreating before throwing her hand towards the box to the left of her "proof."

you let out a hum, pondering on whether or not this is some elaborate joke, "can i open it?" 

she nods, watching as you stand from your chair, and step towards the box and open it. 

inside there is a small photo album, her laptop, and a dvd. you pick the three items up and place them down on the table as you sit back down. sevika watches you intently as you look through the photo album. 

page after page is photos of sevika as a child around these large, wolf-like creatures. you notice her arms and face are covered in a thick layer of hair, her smile is lined with sharp double canine, and her nails are long and pointed.

sevika senses your sudden realization and states, "i was a lot more 'wolfy' in my teenage years. as i've gotten older my features have softened to be more human. the works of evolution i guess." she chuckles, looking down at her arm and running her hand up and down it to try and soothe her anxiety.

you now run through the woods at full speed, letting out soft giggles, knowing your girlfriend is somewhere behind you.

it turns out that what she was saying earlier was very true, and somehow, instincts that arise when mating have been affecting sevika, and she wanted to finally tell you her little big secret, seeing as her body seemed to know that you were the one. so you agreed to let her play this chase out to see what happens.

another, even more shocking thing, is that after sevika's mating instincts started to kick in, she developed a dick.

she expressed it had shocked her as much as it did you, telling you about last month during her cycle, where she fully turns unwillingly, she looked down to she a big throbbing cock where her pussy usually was.

you're deep into the woods now. taking a breather, running for that long is exhausting. your chest heaves, and you can feel your heartbeat in your ears, as you look around, trying to spot your sevika.

suddenly you feel a clawed hand take grip of your hair, pulling you back with her other arm wrapped around your midsection, as the very recognizable voice of your girlfriend breathes in your ear, "found you."

before you can say anything back, you're being turned around and your knees are forced to the ground, face inches away from sevika's dick, the tip bright red and throbbing steadily. 

"you want this?" she grumbles from above you. 

she receives an excited hum and you wrap your hand around the base of her as you take the tip into your mouth, making sevika's eyes roll into the back of her head and hips thrusting forwards on their own.

before you know it, your backed up against the trunk of a tree, sevika's clawed hand holding your head still as she fucks your mouth. drool is spilling out of your mouth and down your neck as you try your best to suck her very big dick, wrapping your hands around the back of her thighs, encouraging her to keep going.

she lets out loud growls and grunts as she fucks into you, your nose meeting her mound at every thrust. thankfully you've done plenty of strap-sucking before this, so you know the ins and outs of being throatfucked.

sevika's thrusts start becoming shorter and deeper, a tell-tale sign she close, so you amp your sucking up to the max, making sevika let out a loud groan before releasing what feels like buckets of cum down your throat, pulling out to let you breathe and let the rest out on your face.

the both of you catch your breath for a few minutes, before sevika finally speaks again, still holding her softening dick, "do you need me to take care of you?" she pants.

bartender!sevika who's basically a bouncer and a bartender at the same time. her large frame and hard stare easily scare off anybody who decides to cause any trouble. 

one night, a customer was giving one of the servers a hard time, yelling at her, demanding for more drinks, overall causing a huge ruckus. and all sevika had to do to make him stop was to give him a cold, unwavering stare.

bartender!sevika who hates those fancy bartenders at expensive bars who do fancy tricks while mixing drinks. you had told her about a time when you went to a bar on the other side of the lanes, and about the bartender had his shirt off and was throwing around the shaker like a juggler. 

sevika rolled her eyes and scoffed, "bartenders who do that nonsense always have the worst drinks, and the highest prices; the performance is what you pay for." a cocky grin spreads across her face as she chuckles, "but you don't gotta worry 'bout that here babe."

that is a lie though, kind of.. watching her move normally is like watching a burlesque performer slowly take off their dress, at least in your opinion.

her hips sway, accentuated by her small waist, her huge muscles always flexing, and her metal prosthetic glinting in the low light of the bar. it's a real sight to see. especially when you're tipsy and jazz is playing in the background.

bartender!sevika who favors you over any other regular or customer. when you're seated at the bar, you get your drinks first. even if a party of 10 orders drinks, and you order a cocktail after, you get your cocktail before any of them get theirs.

bartender!sevika who makes sure your regular spot is always clear. pushing any delirious drunk in your chair out before you walk in, and making sure the spot is all clean and tidy. 

bartender!sevika who changed the position of the barstools in a way where she can always keep an eye on you, even when she can't give you all of her attention. the night you finally noticed the change, and just as you were about to ask about it, she placed down your favorite cocktail, on the house of course, successfully distracting you from the topic, and making sevika breathe a sigh of relief. 

bartender!sevika who takes you home when you get too blasted. you had been through hell and back all day, and desperately needed an outlet, so to your favorite bar you went.

but this time you went a little overboard. too many shots, too many cocktails, and a few beers later, and you're practically drooling on the wooden bartop. it's almost 2 am when sevika decides she has to take you home. she looks at your ID, which she had almost memorized at that point, to confirm your address, and proceeded to tell the other bartender on duty that she was clocking out early, and to tell the boss. she then gathered you and your things, walking out before they could argue.

throughout the 15 minutes to your apartment, carrying you to your front door, placing you in your bed, and taking off your shoes and jewelry, you were sound asleep. she eventually decided that you shouldn't be left alone for the night, and with a soft sigh, she grabbed a blanket from the hall closet and settled in for the night on your couch. 

the next morning, you finally awaken from your drunken slumber to a savory smell in the kitchen. groggy, and confused, you scramble out of your bedroom to see sevika's beautifully large frame in front of your stove cooking you a simple breakfast.

she turns around, softly chuckling at your messy appearance and spoke, "mornin' pretty. there's some water and pain meds on the table." gesturing to the dining table to your left.