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she offers a dozen times to shift back. she doesn't know how to do it organically anymore but she carries wolfsbane. she can force herself back into a human body if that's what you want. you just stare her down and all but demand she doesn't do that. you love her like this, more than you would if she was human because that wouldn't be her. she tears up.

she wears a muzzle the whole time. she won't hurt you, you know she won't, but you can't convince her of that. she's so terrified she'll snap and rip your throat out with her teeth, you, the only person who's ever treated her with kindness, that she can't bring herself to go near you unless she wears a muzzle to protect herself from you. in her mind, either she accidentally kills you or you see a side of her that makes you try to kill her. she's never known kindness as anything more than a temporary condition and has no reason to believe you'll be any different.

you can't pull her muzzle off. all you can do is convince her that it's safe for her to take it off in her own time.

she understands if you don't want to take her inside you. most humans aren't exactly used to red and throbbing and knotted - the sensitive spots are all different and you know you can't get it deep enough to reach the place behind her knot that makes her freeze up and whine like a dog. she doesn't even know you found a werewolf forum and asked them how to pleasure her because you've never hooked up with anyone like her before and you wanted to make her feel good even if her genitalia are different from any you've ever seen.

she towers over you in bed. she's easily twice your size. you aren't afraid of her. she lines her hips up and pushes forwards, and you both whine as she fills you. you beg her to use you, and she snarls and grabs your hips-

and then stops. she rips herself backwards and practically jumps off you, eyes damp, and buries her muzzle in her paws. you try to ask her what happened and she won't let you get close. her voice shakes and cracks.

her instincts took over and she got so scared she would hurt you, and- she couldn't-

you ask if she wants a hug. she refuses to touch you because she knows her claws will cut your skin. she sniffles and asks if you'll rub her ears, though, so you do that. her fur is soft under your fingers.