#werewolf lore

You looked yourself over in the bathroom mirror, ensuring that your costume was in place. Short red floofy skirt, billowy cream off-the-shoulder top, tied vest, cute boots, and - most importantly - a red velvet cape with a deep hood. Absolutely perfect. Sure, perhaps going as Little Red Riding Hood for Hallows’ Eve was a bit cliche, but when you were dating a werewolf, it was just perfect. The only thing you had left to do was apply a bit of makeup. You heard the door to your apartment door open in the living room. It seemed that Darrick had finally finished putting on his costume.

You heard him walking towards the bathroom, his pawsteps much quieter than usual. Oh, he was trying to scare you, wasn’t he? Feigning ignorance of his arrival, you applied a bit of blush to your cheeks, bracing for his boo or sudden grab. But it never came. Instead, a strange man holding an axe appeared in the mirror behind you.

You screamed. Turning around sharply, you tossed your blush and applicator at his head. Reaching back, you grabbed your hairspray and leveled it at him. “Stay back! DARRICK HELP!” Your boyfriend’s sensitive ears would surely hear your plea. 

“Lunam! It’s me,” the stranger said, holding up his hands in peace and dropping the foam axe.

Heart pounding in your chest with fear, it took a moment to recognize his beautiful golden eyes, the exact same as his hybrid and wolf form. “Darrick? You fucking ass!”

He chuckled and pulled you into his arms for a comforting hug. You leaned into him begrudgingly. His unfurred body still enveloped yours; your face nuzzled his neck, breathing in his scent. Darrick still smelled the same. It was indeed him.

“You should have told me you were changing changing. I’ve only seen your human form once before this, and that was months ago!”

“Sorry, sorry, I wanted to surprise you,” he explained. His voice was higher in this human form, missing that deeper resonance his muzzle provided. “Those grandma pajamas were too small for my shoulders in my usual form, so I ran to the costume store and improvised.”

He released you and stepped back, spreading his arms. He had an overly large smile as he gestured to his costume. “See, I’m the slayer--huntsman!”

A smile snuck onto your face as you shook your head. Looking him over, you couldn’t help but chuckle. He was wearing the cheapest fake leather vest, paired with a bleach-white undershirt that was clearly just sleeves sewn onto the vest. There were stiff cotton pants far too big for him and a pair of ill-fitting boots that he probably borrowed or bought from a second-hand store.

However, as you looked over his costume, you also could not help but notice all of his human form. His hair went down to his shoulder in soft curls, it was the color of his fur, a rich brown-red. He had fairly pale skin, seeing how this form never saw the sun. His face was alright, not as handsome as his hybrid wolven form, but not ugly, slightly above average Mediterranean features. Yet, that made his golden eyes stand out even more. Noticeably, he was about a foot and a half shorter than his usual self, only a few inches taller than you now.

“You look…different.”

His face fell just a bit. “You don’t like it?” Even in this human form, you could hear the whimper in his tone.

“No! I love how much effort you put in. You just look strange.” Reaching out, you touched his cheek, there was stubble but not a full beard. You wondered how that worked, did his beard and hair stop growing in his wolven form or did it just grow slower? “I know you are still you.”

Darrick returned the touch and laughed. “Your head is much bigger in this form.”

“I didn’t change, buddy, you shrank.”

“True, true.” He leaned in and licked your cheek affectionately. 

Instinctively, you leaned away from a “human” licking you. “Humans kiss, Darrick. We don’t lick, especially with makeup on.”

“Right, sorry.” He grimaced at the taste of your foundation. Closing his lips and pressing his mouth against your cheek instead. It wasn’t a real peck on the cheek, but close enough. You returned it with a proper peck to his cheek.

“Alright, let’s go to the party!”

There was a buzz of conversation in your friend's backyard. A table was laden with snacks and drinks, though only the cupcakes were spooky themed. Darrick was fetching you and him some more drinks when one of your friends sidled up to you. “I thought you were dating a werewolf.”

“I am; he’s merely wearing a costume. He doesn’t use his human form often. It is actually weird seeing him like this.”

Your friend raised an eyebrow and grew an intrigued grin. “Wait, so does that mean the two of you bone in his wolf form?”

“No!” A blush rose to your cheeks. It was a little public for this conversation; most people here were your friends, but you didn’t know everyone present. “His hybrid form,” you explained quickly, hoping she would drop the subject.

“Oh? Is it good, at least? Like, I don’t mean to pry, but you’re the only teratosexual I’ve met. Well, only admitted one. And it has been ages since we caught up.”

Teratosexual? What a polite term for monster fucker. Though you had only heard that term applied to people solely attracted to monsters before. You rolled your eyes and sighed. “I’m not--whatever. Yes, it is good. Amazing, actually. Genuinely don’t know if I can go back to human penis ever again.”

“Really?” There was a sly, mischievous expression on your friend’s face now. “So, you’re saying that you wouldn’t fuck him looking like that? All normal--I mean, human?”

“I--” You froze as you went to defend yourself. Would you have sex with Darrick this way? You actually hadn’t even considered it. If you didn’t, were you being unaccepting of his whole self? “Of course, I would,” you continued, even as you were not sure.

“Of course! I mean it would be real objectifying for him if you didn’t. Like you just like him for his body,” your friend repeated with a smirk, “well, I’m gonna go to the bathroom. See you around!”

As your friend walked away, Darrick returned with the drinks. “Everything alright, lunam?”

You gave him a smile and kissed his cheek as you took your drink. “Yes, she’s just a bit drunk, I think. Have you met Travis? I think you’ll like him…” You led him off to introduce him to another friend, but the query of your attraction to his human form lingered.

A few hours later, you and Darrick were back at the apartment building. Darrick’s feet were bare as he had removed his shoes after an hour at the party, they were too confining for him. Seeing how he had never worn shoes, you understood. Your own feet were aching in the heels you chose to wear with the costume.

“So, is this a good night,” Darrick asked at your front door. His hand rested on your waist, and his breath was in your ear. It still titillated you as he did in his wolf form.

You hummed with pleasure. “Well, I have to thank the hunter for keeping me safe, don’t I?”

Darrick smirked as you pulled him by his cheap vest into your apartment. You led him to the couch and pushed him down. 

“Careful, little red, this hunter is actually a predator,” he growled playfully.

Grinning, you straddled his legs, his head level with yours. You ran your hand through his long mahogany hair, undoing the tie you had put in to hold it back for him. Your grin lessened as you stared into his eyes, the same eyes just on a human face. “Can we try like this tonight,” you asked him quietly.

Darrick looked at you, surprised. “You mean with me as a human?”

You nodded.

“Is this…I overheard what your friend said to you. My senses aren’t much worse in this form…you don’t need to prove anything, lunam.”

“I know, but I want to accept all of you. Even the parts I don’t see often, if that’s alright with you.”

“I’ve never had sex in human form. It might be fun, but I might not be any good. Can we agree that if it gets too weird for either of us, I can change?”

“Of course…though since this is your first time like this, let me take the lead, Darrick.” Still straddling his legs, you pulled him in for a kiss. You kissed him slowly, letting Darrick adjust to the sensation of human lips upon human lips. Running your tongue along his lips, you urged his mouth open. Slipping your tongue inside, you flicked and rubbed your tongues together. At first, Darrick tried to lap at you as his hybrid form did, but after a minute, he began to understand the dance of human tongues.

Through his pants, you felt his growing erection. Logically, you knew it would not be as large as his wolven form, but straddling him like this, it still felt big. Gyrating your hips, you teased him and yourself while continuing to kiss. Darrick’s fingers gripped your hips tightly. Without his claws, he didn’t have to be as careful of ruining your clothes, not that you minded when he tore them off you, but your costume was on the pricer side.

Breaking away from the kiss, you began to pull off your costume top. The moment it was off, Darrick lowered his head to your chest. Falling into his wolfish patterns, he gave long, yearning licks against your nipples. His teeth scraped against your flesh as he held back his urge to bite.

“Suck,” you instructed him with a moan. 

Darrick pulled back a playboy smirk coming to his lips. “As you command, lunam.”

It wasn’t fair for a man who rarely was in human form to have a smirk that devastating. But that complaint was driven from your mind as he began sucking on your nipple. Long, hard sucks that made your core clench. A hand wandered up and cupped your other breast, he massaged the tender flesh.

“Mmm, they feel so much bigger like this, I do like that.” He switched his mouth to your other breast.

“Pervert. All men are the saaaame.” Your words turned into a moan as he gently bit your nipple and tugged. Your hips ground against his clothed member and you felt it swell, straining against his pants.

Fingers threaded through his long hair, you pulled him back from your breasts. You attacked his neck, nipping and sucking down its thick column. Darrick whined underneath you, his hips bucking as you bit a sensitive spot on his collar bone. His fingers managed to undo the ties of her skirt and you kicked if off now just in your red lacy underpants, stockings, and high heels as you ground against his still covered cock.

As you sucked on his pulse you reached between your bodies and freed Darrick from his confining pants. Wrapping your hand around it you pumped it teasingly. Gods. It was so hot and thick. Bigger than you thought it would be too, it must be around seven inches. 

“Fuck, lunam,” Darrick swore his fingers digging into your bare ass, his nail biting into the skin. “This is the first time…it feels…it’s…too intense…”

Then his nails began to thicken, becoming claw-like. 

“Hurry! You need to…run!” The final word became a growl ripped from his throat. In an instant, he had you pinned against the floor. Darrick’s body arched over yours, his clawed hands pinning your wrists down. You heard the ripping of fabric as his body grew, fur exploding out of the seams of his cheap costume. And his face. His canines lengthed, his ears grew points while lengthening, and his nose turned into a half perversion of a muzzle. He looked like one of those wolfmen in the movies from over a century ago, truly caught between human and wolf.

Darrick growled again, it seems words were lost to him at this moment. His hips rutted against yours desperately trying to find a way inside of your still covered cunt. The thick monstrous claws dug into the hard wood floor leaving indents as his frustration drove him deeper into the feral madness. You had never felt scared of Darrick before yet now you felt like prey…and you loved it.

“Darrick,” you called to him trying to pull back a part of his humanity before he lost himself trying to find your sopping wet hole. “My underwear. Remove my--AH!”

You gasped as at the half finished instruction he had reacted with lightning speed. Darrick’s claws tore off your lacy red underwear, his claws scratching your skin bringing a bit of blood to the surface. Whatever little cognition he had regained the sound of your voice was lost at the scent of blood. There was barely time for you to tilt your hips up for a better angle before he slammed his burning hot cock inside of you.

A scream of pleasure tore from your lips as he pistoned in and out of your dripping cunt. He grabbed your hips, his claws digging into your flesh once more. Darrick fucked you like it was the only thing keeping him alive. 

You threw your arms around his shoulders, tearing his costume even more as you tried to find purchase in his fur. Each thrust shook your whole body. Your breasts bounced violently, nipples scraping against his half torn costume and fur. His teeth pressed against the pulse of your neck as if he was holding back the urge to bite you.

“Mate,” he growled in the only show that he knew who you were.

Then furious fucking sent you over the edge unexpectedly. Another scream ripped from your throat as your body shook with pleasure. Your inner walls clenched around his hard cock Darrick slowed his thrusts. His hips stuttered and with a final body shaking slam you felt his burning hot cum fill you. There was no knot but you could feel the pulse of his cock head fluttering against your womb with each new spurt of seed.

“Darrick,” you said breathlessly. His growling had ceased but his golden eyes were still without cognition. You had heard of werewolves going feral before when they had extreme injuries but not like this.

Yet, before you could even think of anything to do to help your boyfriend, Darrick’s body began shifting again. His body grew even larger, breaking out of the costume almost entirely. His nose lengthened into a half muzzle, more fur on his face, his ears wolven, and a tail now sprouting from his hips. Inside of you, you felt his cock changing as well. Growing larger, the tip becoming pointed, and the member rehardened ready for round two.

Darrick flipped you around to your hands and knees. His muzzle stretched over the back of your neck, his teeth holding you in place. Not that you were going to try and escape.

Your feral boyfriend rutted into you desperately, breeding you like a bitch in heat. Gods. He had always been so careful during your heats not to harm you but this truly animalistic. His instincts needed something and he was going to get it. Luckily, you were giving it freely. 

Darrick’s sharp canines pressed deep into your soft skin. You could feel the slow puncture of your skin, the blood welling up and slipping down in small beads of crimson. Your eyes rolled back with unexpected pleasure at being marked by him.

With a final press of his teeth, Darrick released your neck. His furry arms wrapped around your stomach and chest. He gripped your breast roughly, the rough pads of his half-paws rubbing against your nipple. Lifting you up he sat back on his heels, his wolven cock deeper in you than ever before. Each thrust hitting that perfect place inside of you.

Another low growl vibrated in his throat. “Mine.”

He bit you again. Fast and hard right in on the top of your shoulder.

You shattered in his arms. You sobbed with ecstasy as you came around your mate’s cock. Your pulsing wall triggered his own orgasm. His knot swelled within you. Your hands clawed at his arms trying to ground yourself by touching him. Too good. This was even better than your heat. He had claimed you completely. “Darrick!!!”

Releasing you from his bite, Darrick howled as he dumped his cum into you. As the fifth spurt of cum poured into your womb, you both began to come down from the erotic high.

His grip relaxed, the claws no longer digging into your skin. Darrick whimpered and licked your bite wounds tenderly. Reaching up tiredly, you patted his snout. “It’s okay, Darrick. I’m okay. Just come back to me, please.”

You felt his body finish shifting back into his typical hybrid form. Still stuck on his cock, he carefully held you as he sat back against the couch. You continued to stroke his muzzle, his arms, anything you could reach in order to calm him down in the hopes of bringing him out of this feral state. You were still bleeding but as a side benefit of the magical wolf anima in your system from Darrick, it was already slowing.

It wasn’t until both of your heart rates had returned to normal that you heard Darrick groan. “What happened? When did I shift back?”

“Darrick,” you began calmly but in relief. “Are you okay?”

“Yes…I…why do I taste blood?” It was then that he fully looked down your bloody and bruised body. “Lunam! What happened? What…oh, goddesses what did I do?!”

“I’m okay. I’m okay,” you assured him even as the pain from the wounds was starting to catch up to you. “Darrick, you went feral. I thought that only happened when werewolves were severely injured.”

“Fuck,” Darrick swore. “No, no…it happens under extreme physical sensations.”

You blink. Oh. So, his human cock was so sensitive that your handjob…wow. You weren’t sure if you should take that as a compliment or not.

“Are you sure you’re okay, lunam,” Darrick fussed seeing the claw marks on your hips and bruises on your thighs. “These scratches…by the Night, I am so sorry. If you want to break up--”

You cut him off. “I’m fine, Darrick. Honestly, the bites hurt more than the scratches.”

Still being held against his chest, you felt Darrick stiffen. “I bit you…?”

“Yeah, twice. Back of my neck and shoulder while you were fucking me.” Darrick whined, you could sense how his ears were flattened against his skull by the sound of it. “What’s wrong?  I mean it isn’t like it is going to turn me, we just need to sanitize them as soon as your knot goes down.”

Another whine. “No, lunam, you don’t understand. Goddesses help me. Mating bites…the first ones are supposed to be…I was going to ask…my pack…”

“Tell me,” you told him, frustrated at his dancing around the question.

“They mean we’re married!”

You blinked. “What?”

Darrick began to ramble. “I mean we didn’t go through the ceremony, so maybe it doesn’t count. But if any wolf sees them, that’s what they’ll think. By the goddesses, we already weren’t doing things the right way. But I was going to ask. Bring you to the pack at Yule. Get permission to make it all official. So I could…so we could…I love you, lunam. I want you to join my pack.”

“So, you’re saying, that when you went feral. Your instinct was to marry me?”

Darrick groaned. “In simple terms, yes.”

“I don’t know if that’s the most or least romantic thing I’ve ever heard.” Reaching up, you pulled his head down and pressed a kiss against his snout. “I love you, Darrick. Yes, I’ll marry you, you big sexy oaf.”

Wow two stories in a week?! Well, I already had most of this one done but missed Halloween last year, so I held on to it!

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Read part three Meeting the Pack!

Whimpering (injured) - Just as with natural wolves, Wolves whimper when injured, in pain, or when ill. The sound has a wider range in Wolves than other canines and tends to take on the qualities of their 'human' voice, unlike humming or rumbling. Most Wolves try to control their urge to whimper. Only close family and one's mate are allowed to hear a Wolf whimper, for any reason.

Whimpering (horny) - Wolves whimper as a nonverbal request for physical contact and affection. Their desire for these things is not always sexually motivated, but it often is. Wolves use a complex combination of sounds leading up to, during, and after mating/sexual intercourse. Talking out loud (using human words) during sex feels kinky and is often a turn-on to Wolves since it's not in their nature to speak during physical intimacy.

Whining (tired) - This is their version of yawning. Wolves don't yawn. They use a deep whine. When around humans, Wolves breathe deeply to avoid the urge to whine. Increased oxygen intake suppresses the urge.

Whining (frustrated) - The Wolf equivalent of "well, damn." They bare their canine teeth, arch the tongue in the back of their mouth (near complete occlusion of the airway), then thrust their tongue forward as they exhale sharply through loose vocal cords. Wolves use this sound most often in combat (10-25% change) and during running change (30-50% change).

Roaring (anger) - Natural wolves don't roar, but werewolves do. It's a combination of a human yell and vulpine howl. Wolves are capable of roaring between urge-induced change & combat (human-conflict) change, or between 5-15% change. After 15% change, they lose the ability to roar as their voice box no longer accommodates human speech and sounds. When Wolf couples fight, it's common to hear roaring along with shouted expletives.

Roaring (super horny) - See above, but horny instead of angry. Roaring also happens during intercourse but rarely during knotting as the knotting Wolf is generally in thrall and has a decreased ability to exhibit aggressive behaviors.

Howling (anguish) - When Wolves mourn their dead, they howl. The stereotype is true--if one howls in anguish, others feel an intense urge to join in. Wolves mourn in packs and clans, together as one.

Howling (the Hunt) - During the first Hunt following a death, they howl more than usual to help guide the dead loved one through the Hunt. Their belief is that the dead have lost their sense of smell, so they follow the howls of the pack, to run in their final Hunt together.

Howling (combat) - Wolves use differently pitched howls to communicate on the battlefield. The enemy should expect an attack when the howling stops.

Howling (feral abandon) - Howling during sexual arousal or intercourse isn't as loud or held as long as howling outdoors, nor does it happen as frequently. There's an intense melodic quality to the warble behind the howl, unique to every Wolf. Howling normally precedes orgasm but can happen at any time. If a Wolf howls during sex, they are likely entrenched in urge-induced change, exhibiting white eye-shine, elongated canine teeth, and their human voice has a metallic quality to it.