open to bottoms. specifically, werewolf muses. +18
There is a duty that comes with being a witch. As part of the supernatural side of beings, witches had the largest straw to most. Magic, spells, powers that defied logic, but rarely a downside. Others, others saw their existence as a curse, and Bruno was not one to ignore the struggles. After nearly a month of an attack, he had been guiding and helping the soon to be howling wolf, and the day had come. Chains had been strengthened with magic, the cabin had been rented and the area left empty to make sure no one would come nearby, his powers used so their sense of touch would be nullified, not so much so they wouldn’t move, which effectively helped, but so they wouldn’t feel the pain of transitioning. And the day after, when the wolf was turning back to human, the witch approached down on his knees to the other’s shred clothes and naked body. Screams heard as he approached, and silenced so sound didn’t come out of his lips, while gentle hands cupped a crying face, when the sense was returned, and the pain came in unexpected waves from the sore muscles. “I’m sorry, I am sorry. I promise it gets better.” He whispered, whipping out tears, “breath in and out. It’ll pass.”
