Little gay people in my phone

Arthur feels out of it and feels the call of his other half to come out.

He knows what it is and knows the full moon is due tonight. He has been trying to keep his distance from you all day and it hurts his heart, but he doesn’t want to risk hurting you. He wasn’t thinking about the moon cycle until he woke up today feeling slightly feverish. Whenever the full moon came out in the past, he always made sure to keep his distance from any human.

Yet, that all changed when he met you. Something about you called to him on a deeper level and it frightened him. You were much softer than him and probably shouldn’t be running with a group of outlaws, yet here you are. No matter how many times he tried to stay away from you, something lured him back in. 

So he gave up and now he basks in the attention and care you give him. He eats it up each time like a damn dog craving its owner's attention. Any little touches you offer, the soft embraces of your plump body against his, all were things he desired and yearned for. More and more he finds himself sharing a tent with you, simply to cuddle and share comfort and warmth with you. Like last night he stayed with you in your tent, the night much too cold for both of you, when he should have taken himself out of camp instead of indulging in your warmth and comfort.

Which is why he made sure to part quietly and prepare to leave… until you found him saddling up to leave.

“Arthur… What’s wrong?” You ask him softly, stepping closer to him as he brushes his horse’s mane. “You’ve been out of it all day… You’ve been avoiding me again.”

“S’Nothing… I just need to be alone.” He grumbles and he feels himself already wilting when he sees that sad look on your face. But it is for your own good, he tells himself. He doesn’t want you to be scared of him or disgusted by him… or worse, he doesn’t want to harm you. He has some control over himself after he transforms into his werewolf form, but his basic instincts are tripled and if you are around he doesn’t know what will happen.

“You look a little sick. Maybe you should stay here, let me take care of you.”

“Can’t do that.” He shakes his head and is quick to mount his horse. A part of him is pushing to get off his horse and take you into his arms, the other part wants you at arms length, at least for tonight. “Just stay put and don’t worry ‘bout me, okay?”

“I can’t do that, Arthur.” You counter with his own words.

He simply shakes his head, clicking his tongue and tapping his heels to get his horse to move. If he stayed any longer he knew he would get off his horse and take you somewhere. For what, his body can’t seem to distinguish it, but he knows he craves you. And it scares him.

Arthur rides for what feels like hours but he manages to find a nice and secluded place for himself as the sun starts to set. He sets up just a fire for his camp and has his horse flee the area as he prepares for his wolfish transformation. He can feel his skin itch as it gets darker around him, his bones aching in preparation. He simply lays back in the grass and closes eyes, taking deep breaths as he relaxes.

His eyes snap open when he picks up your scent. Arthur is quick to sit up and his breath catches when he sees you trotting up to his little campfire up on your house. Immediately he gets up, his brows furrowed in anger and concern.

“I told you to stay put!” He shouts as you hop off your horse. You give its hind leg a soft smack and send her running so Arthur can’t easily send you back.

“Arthur…” You murmur, your face scrunching in concern at his apparent anger. “Let me take care of you. What… Whatever is going on, let me be there for you.”

“Not with this. You can’t help with this.” His hand grabs your arm and he pushes you away despite every instinct inside his body screaming to pull you against his body. His body is so on edge from the impending full moon, he doesn’t realize his strength is already doubling until he sees you on the ground..

When you look up at him with that hurt expression, Arthur is immediately kneeling down right next to you, his arms wrapping around you tightly. He buries his face against your neck and he trembles, both from his body so close to changing and from how he is behaving.

“I’m sorry.” He repeats softly against your skin. Your scent is stronger and it makes him nearly growl. “Under a full moon I change. Started happenin’ after the Downes debt, after he spit on me and bit me.”

“What… What do you mean change?”

“Met a stranger after it first happened. Said I was somethin’ called a werewolf, I think.” He takes a deep breath and almost moans at how good you are smelling to him. “Half beast, half man. That’s why I leave the camp, why I leave you. Don’t want to hurt you.”

“Oh, Arthur.” You coo softly, bringing a hand up to his head. You take his hat off and card your fingers through his hair. “You should’ve told me. I woulda tried helping you.”

“I know you would have. But I don't want to hurt you.” He pulls back from your neck to look at your face. He glances up at the darkening sky and swallows thickly. “I've been alone like this, never had another person with me. I don't know how I'll react, that's why you should go.”

“If you've been suffering, let me be here. I know you, Arthur. You would never seriously hurt me.”

“I just pushed you, which I am sorry for.” He stares at you blankly which makes you laugh.

“I have enough meat on my body to handle that fall. Let me stay. Let me experience this with you.”

Arthur sighs deeply. He doesn't like the idea. The thought of his other form making him give into instincts to harm you chills him worse than the cool air. Whatever pulling you to him, may it be his instincts in overdrive, does not deter him from your warmth and kindness. Even before he was bit, he sought your company and his feelings were mostly the same, just less intensely. 

But, as he's known for a long time, he is a selfish man.

“Stay then.” Arthur mumbles. “But if…if I’m too much, please just run.”

So there you both sit, under the stars waiting for the moon to reach its peak.

Arthur is antsy. If your proximity is causing him already to feel sweaty and on edge, how will it affect his transformed state? He tries not to think of it too much. Instead, he focuses on your soft body pressed against his and how you hold onto his hand.

“Arthur.” Your voice breaks through the silent atmosphere. 

“What, sweetheart?”

“I wanted to ask… What are we?”

“What do you mean?”

You take a moment to think over your next words before turning your head to face him. “What am I to you? Because to me, whatever is going on between us feels like a relationship.”

Arthur's eyes widen and he swallows thickly, taken off guard. It's a fair question to ask, he thinks. You both naturally fell into a rhythm with one another and in turn are close. “I'd… I'd like to think we have a relationship goin’ on. I never really gave much thought to it other than it feels right.”

“I feel the same.” You let out a breath you weren’t aware you were holding.

“It scares me.” He admits quietly, tucking his head down a little. “Because this life we live ain't safe. I ain't safe. If it's not the outlaw life with blood on my hands it's my sickness, my transformation. I'm dangerous. I could kill you.”

“A lot of things could kill me, you know?” You chuckle softly and lift his hand to give the back of it a kiss. “I could randomly get hit by a horse. A tree branch could fall on me at just the right angle. Hell, a duck that is very determined could kill me.”

“That ain't funny.” Yet he still can't help but smile.

“No it isn't, but it's true. I'm willing to take the risk if it's you, Arthur.”

He feels so much lighter now. While he still feels hesitant, you refuse to leave his side and he is extremely pleased. Though when he stares up at the sky and sees the full moon high, he knows it's almost time.

Arthur pulls himself away from you and mutters something about his clothes. He is quick to strip out of him and can't help but feel bashful at you looking him over. The tips of his ears turn red and so do his cheeks.

“Don't want to tear up any more clothes.” He grumbles, using his hand to cover himself. It's a foolish attempt, given he is hung like a horse.

“No worries. Just admiring the view.” You chuckle with a grin. He gives you a small smile before his face shifts in a second, pain clear as day.

You hear the bones in Arthur's body shift and crack, and you hear him let out a pained groan. He hunches over and catches himself on his front hands as he transforms. Sandy fur, much like the hair on his head although a little darker, sprouts up in different places on his body. Wolfish ears and a tail grow from his body, his feet change and all his nails grow into dark claws.

Arthur looks like a true beast, and yet despite the wolfish features and furs, he is still your Arthur. His face, while shifted, still resembles him. His eyes are still that perfect blue color that glimmers like water in sunlight. Your dear Arthur, just a little different.

You take a tentative step forward to him, whispering his name. Arthur's head snaps to look at you and his pupils dilate. He huffs as saliva fills his mouth and leaks past his lips. It's always so strange to be in this form. He feels like himself, but yet he feels different.

“Arthur? It's me.” You murmur to him like you would a startled horse, gentle and non-threatening. He sniffs the air as he takes a step forward and you smile. He is still your Arthur. His face may be a little different and he may be much, much larger (in so many ways), but he is still Arthur Morgan. 

He doesn't speak as you stand before him. You raise your hand up and he lowers his head for you. You giggle and scratch behind his ears, making him rumble and wag his tail. His large, clawed hands gently grab at you. One goes to your waist, gently squeezing your soft flesh while the other cups your head. You can't help but lean into his rough palm as you feel the heat radiating off him.

Arthur sniffs again and he can feel drool leak past his lips. He is so glad he recognizes you as you and not food or something to attack, but when he smells your scent and feels your softness, he feels that hunger comes to him tenfold. And by the way his cock feels, he realizes he wants you in such a primal way.

He can't help but dip his head down to nuzzle into your neck. He rumbles softly against your skin before his rough tongue licks at your softness. You shiver in his hold and a soft moan leaves your lips. He slowly licks your neck and then trails up to your face, licking every where he can. Heat blooms in your core and he can smell it, making him rumble and groan. He feels his cock twitching and hardening. He rubs his face against yours before he switches to the other side of your neck to do the same, his tail wags a little more. You’re smelling like a perfect mix of him and you.

Arthur wants to mate with you, he realizes. That is his hunger.

He wants to push your body into the ground and fuck you like no tomorrow. He wants to feel you come around his cock. The pulse and slight swelling around the base of his length tells him he must get inside you soon. He dips his head back down to the other side of your neck, licking and nipping your skin there. Arthur’s hands, while large, gently grip you and he easily lays you on your back.

“Arthur?” You shiver under his heated gaze. No where in your eyes is there fear. You are surprised but you are very much strangely into this given the mouth-watering smell coming from you. 

“Mate.” He manages to growl out.

His claws grip at your clothes and in the blink of an eye they are torn off your body, leaving you nude beneath him. Arthur’s hot drool drips onto your skin, mixing with the cold sensations you feel from the air and slightly damp grass. You look down between you both and you can see his length and you can’t help but swallow thickly at the sheer size of him. You thought he was hung in his human form? It was nothing compared to this.

You whimper as Arthur starts to grind against your slickening folds, your eyes going wide for a moment.

“Wait, Arthur, wait.” You squeak out. His eyes snap up to your face and he tilts his head to the side. Cold worry floods his body and a soft whine leaves his throat. Did he hurt you? He starts to move away but one of your tiny hands grabs one of his thick fingers. “You’re just so… big. I need you to warm me up first.”

Ah.

Arthur’s tail wags again as he mentally curses his eagerness. He nods easily and willing himself to calm down for your sake. He is half surprised and half relieved at how willing you are beneath him. He will have to ask you why in the morning. Letting his tongue peak out, he maneuvers his lumbering form down and he lays between your legs. His broad shoulders push your legs up and open you up perfectly to him.

Arthur can’t help but press his face into your wet folds and inhale deeply. His cock throbs against himself and the ground, and he can’t help his rumbling growl that escapes him. He wants your scent embedded in his mind. He wants to taste you, to savor you, but he can’t help but take another deep inhale.

His clawed hands grip your soft hips as he tilts them. His large tongue flattens and licks up from your weeping entrance to your hardened pearl. The noise that rips from your throat feeds into the primal pride he is feeling. He parts his jaws as Arthur laves his tongue over your hot flesh. Your scent added with your taste makes his pupils blow out completely. The largeness and roughness of his made you mewl and squirm against his face, and when that tongue enters your tight channel, thrusting, while his nose repeatedly bumps your clit? You’re nearly weeping already. 

“Sh-Shit, Arthur.” You unabashedly moan, your back arching off the ground. His tongue wriggles inside your channel as he tries to relax and loosen your walls for his cock. He nuzzles against your hot flesh attempting to reach deeper inside you with his tongue. His teeth carefully scrape against your folds as he searches for that spot inside you. If he was in his human form, he’d take his time with you. He’d be slow and steady, teasing yet loving. But in his current state now, all he can think about is burying his cock inside you and breeding you. 

Arthur snarls and presses his tongue upwards, getting you to cry out as he finds that squishy spot. One of his hands slides up your body and fully encompasses one of your breasts as he works you to your orgasm. Arthur can’t help but grind against the grass for some sort of relief as he gets you to open more and more for him.

“M’close. I’m so close.” You mumble out. Your hands find purchase in his hair or fur… You couldn’t find the difference and you weren’t really caring at this point.

Arthur nearly snarls and works his thick tongue extra hard to get you over the edge. Just a few more delicious licks inside you and the use of his finger pressing down on your clit has a loud cry of pleasure ripping from your throat. Your walls rhythmically pulse around his still moving tongue as a gush of your release coats it. You’re gasping and twitching in his grasp as he rumbles against your wet flesh.

Slowly, Arthur pulls away, licking at his lips as he takes in the sight of you panting and whimpering. He can see your cunt still pulsing and he decides it has to be now. His own body aches to be in yours, to plant himself deep inside you. He grabs your wrists in one hand and brings them to his cock. It's hot to the touch and he lets out a groan when he feels your tiny fingers wrap around its thickness.

He starts to push his hips against yours and you get the idea he wants you to guide him. You lick your lips and drag his thick tip, smearing his pre-cum and your release on one another. You notch him at your entrance and you feel him start to push inside you. Immediately, you both knew this was going to take a while.

When you let out that pained whine after he pops the thick head into your cunt, Arthur stops pushing in and whimpers. He brings his head down to softly lick your face and neck in a soothing manner. He may want to rut into you like the beast he is, but he also wants to not hurt you. Maybe this is too much for now and he starts to pull back.

“N-No. It’s fine. We just have to go slow, okay? Slow.” You manage to whimper out. Arthur still hesitates, but pushes in again slowly. When you cry out and tense he stops for a few moments, letting your body stretch to its limits to accept him into your body. It’s slow and Arthur wants nothing more than to rut into your body. More drool drips onto your flush skin as his cock sinks deeper inside you, his pre-cum and your previous release helping the process.

Unsure how, but he managed to fit all of his length inside your tight, tight channel. He groans and grips the grass tightly, afraid of gripping you tightly. You’re panting and whimpering as your body accommodates him. Arthur brings one of his hands to rest over your belly, gently pressing down and squeezing the soft flesh there. He is rigid with pure need and  he can see the dazed look on your face, the subtle upturn of your lips as you slowly loosen around him.

“God… Feels…” You swallow thickly, brain shorting as the pain melts into pleasure and need. “Full, so full. Move, Arthur.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice.

With a growl, Arthur slowly pulls his hips back and slowly pushes back in. You gasp, choking on a moan, at the feeling of his cock dragging against your walls.

“Touch me.” You whimper your command and Arthur immediately complies. Both this form and his human form are more than willing to comply with anything you ask of him. At first he grips your hip and waist as he moves, feeling your body open up to him more. He easily brings his thumb down to press down and circle your clit, making you arch and tighten. “M-More.”

Arthur snarls in primal satisfaction as he really starts to rut into you. His claws slightly dig into your skin and while he is sloppy, he is determined to touch every part of your perfect body. You're taking everything perfectly and it is like your body was made for this exact moment. A lustful haze covers his mind and he is thinking more on instincts. He snarls and growls, his head dipping down to lick and bite at your nipples. He maneuvers your legs so you're folded in half, your body taking him completely. 

You feel both pain and pleasure, tears leaking from your eyes that Arthur is quick to lick up. You can faintly hear his tail thumping against the ground as he takes you with such vigor. 

“Shit, shit, shit-!” You slur out. “Arthur, oh fuck, Arthur…”

You're seeing stars, literally and figuratively, as another orgasm is ripped through you. Your walls spasm with no real rhythm around his cock at first, beckoning him to spill inside you. His movements are rough but he is still keeping himself in check for your safety.

Arthur lets out a howl mixed with a roar, his claws gently scratching at your skin. He looks down at you and you swear he is smiling or smirking. You can't tell but the look in his eyes is feral. Your own eyes widen when you feel the base of his cock swell and press against your entrance. 

“Arthur-” You can't finish speaking, as his knot finally pops inside you when he firmly presses his hips against yours. Your eyes roll back at the burning stretch, all while he still grinds inside you.

“Mine. Mate, mine.” Was all Arthur could say as his knot fully inflated, locking himself inside your warmth. A flood of his seed spills deep inside your body and he can’t help but lean down and bite your neck as he languidly grinds inside you. Spurt after spurt, he grinds his hips to a slow stop. Even under the roundness of your plump figure, a small bulge is barely seen. As he stops moving, as he stays still above you, his cock still pulses as it shoots another stream inside you.

“What the fuck?” You mumble with a laugh, your body so worn out and aching yet oh so satisfied. You look up at your Arthur and you see the feral gleam in his eyes as he keeps cumming inside you. You don't hate it and find yourself deeply enjoying every little thing you feel. Whether it be the bite on your neck, the claw marks at your hips and waist, or the insane load of Arthur’s seed inside you, you feel more satisfied than ever before. 

Arthur lets out a little whine as he tilts his hate at your words and laugh. He leans down, pressing his large and furry form against your sweaty body as he licks at your face. One of his clawed hands comes up to pet the top and side of your head.

“I'm perfect, big guy.” You chuckle weakly and then moan when you feel another burst of cum fill you. “Just perfect.”

Arthur feels relief and wraps an arm around you. Carefully, he rolls on his back with you on top of him, still impaled on his swollen cock. Some of his release manages to leak past his knot but otherwise everything stays inside your body. His large hands roam your back, his claws just barely dragging against your skin. His body is like a furnace for you. Despite the cold air on your back and his enormous cock inside you, you feel warm and comfortable.

“Sleep. Protect.” Arthur manages to grunt out, wrapping a thick arm around you. You don't argue against that. You don't have the energy to murmur anything else as you practically pass out on top of him.

The pride he feels is palpable with you draped over him like this, so full of him. You're drenched in his scent and his marks are visible, just as your scent is soaked into his fur and skin. He already plans to leave more when he is back in his human form so everyone in camp knows that you belong to him completely now. He can’t help but rumble contently beneath you as he slowly falls asleep himself.

When the morning comes, Arthur is back to his human self. When he shifts his soft cock slips from your stretched opening and a flood of his seed leaks from you, waking you up with a moan. Arthur blinks away his sleep as you start to shakily lift your head from his chest. You both look into each other's eyes and soft smiles appear. Though, when Arthur sees the bite mark on your neck he nearly panics.

“Shit. I knew I bit ya but didn't realize that hard.” He mumbles worriedly and brings his fingers to touch around the mark.

You simply chuckle with a growing grin, “It's alright. I like it.”

“And the claw marks?” He shifts a little as he sees the scratches he left all over you.

“I like them too.” 

“Shit, you're perfect.” He groans with a laugh, his hands finding your hips and ass. “I'm glad it was you, you know?”

“Hmm?”

“It was you with me. I may have been different but you still looked at me like I was still me.”

“Because you were you. Yes, you grew fur, ears, a tail, and you were so deliciously big, but you were still you. I could see you in your eyes. My Arthur, no matter how you look.”

“Your Arthur?” He chuckles as one of his hands cups the back of your hand. “I like the sound of that, darlin’. Just like you're mine.”

“I like the sound of that.” You repeat as he brings you in for a tender kiss.