Werewolf Sex Stories – The Female Werewolf

Ren had been in bed for nearly three hours, utterly and almost painfully wide awake. Her parents had waited entirely too long before retiring, and she’d forced herself to remain deathly still as the sounds of teeth being brushed and tiny snippets of late-night conversation slowly ceased to drift down the hall. She had to be absolutely certain they were asleep.

When the house had been silent for over half an hour, she slipped out of her bed, moving slowly so the springs didn’t creak and betray her. She stood stock-still for several moments, bare feet gripping the carpet and back straight, looking for all the world like a wary deer creeping into a forest clearing. Apparently satisfied that everyone else in the house was asleep, Ren cautiously padded her way across the room to the window. She pulled back the curtains with a small sigh, face upturned to the luminous moon. Her small hands trembled slightly as she eased the window open, but it slid easily. Removing the screen was also a simple matter – this was a newer house, with all the conveniences of modern fire codes, and the screen swung out on a hinge to lie flat against the exterior wall. It was, Ren had often mused, as though the designer had expected someone would want to sneak out of the smaller second-floor bedroom.

She climbed out of the window nimbly, deftly swinging her legs over the ledge and catching her balance on a bit of protruding brick. She clung easily to the wall, using the drainpipe and an iron trellis as hand- and footholds until she could drop confidently the last six feet to the ground.

Ren landed in a crouch, one hand splayed in front of her. Her long brown hair fell over her face in tangled curls, leaving the moon to pick out her full lips and dark, shadowed eyes. Though by daylight her skin was a richly dark tan, it seemed almost to glow under the light of the moon.

She was wearing only a pair of silk pajama bottoms and a thin tank top, and she shivered a little as she stood. Glancing about to ensure that no one else dared intrude, she carefully peeled off her top, revealing dark, erect nipples and a beautifully smooth back. She next stepped out of her pants, leaving the girl naked in the moonlight. Ren stashed her clothes behind a rosebush, neatly folding each item of clothing before hiding them carefully amongst the thorns.

Finally she stood clad in nothing but moonlight, not even clothing burdening her. The hazy light seemed to linger on her form, picking out a small smile on her lips and flashes of silver in her dark hair. Her eyes flickered closed, and she opened her arms as though trying to embrace the night.

“Mother Moon,” she whispered. “Take me home.”

The prayer had not even faded on the night air before she began to change. Her eyes narrowed while her face and ears elongated. Her limbs twisted in movements that managed to be both bizarre and beautiful, and in less than a minute where a girl had once stood was a wolf as black as midnight.

Ren thought of transforming much like opening her eyes after a long sleep. Of course the world hadn’t ceased to be while she was unconscious, but the sudden richness of it made her feel as though she’d been deaf and blind until that very moment. Her vision was still steeped in the night colors of black, grey, and silver. Her nose and ears, however, more than made up for the lack of color. Suddenly every sound had a new character and each scent told a story.

She stretched her furred head upward and sniffed the wind. She could tell which neighbors had mowed their lawns earlier that week from the faint whiffs of gasoline and burning vegetable matter that still lingered. Someone a few doors down had cooked bacon not long before, and her fur bristled slightly at the telltale musk of domestic dogs. All of them were inside at this hour, and she almost relaxed before a sudden gust of wind brought another scent to her attention.

It was utterly unfamiliar, but she recognized it somewhere deep in her gut, in the wolf instincts that shrouded her human mind in this form.

Somewhere nearby, somewhere on her turf, was another werewolf.

Ren set off instantly after the scent, dully noting new details as proximity brought them into focus. She learned he was male a block down. And young, she decided. About her age, perhaps a shade younger.

She resented the intrusion. She had graduated college full of hopes and dreams that seemed finally in her grasp, only for her mother to fall ill. Instead of trying to start the business she’d always wanted, she’d ended up moving back home and taking a job at the local bookstore to help cover the hospital bills. The blessing of the moon had been her one freedom – her nightly excursions in which she answered to no one but herself.

The scent was nigh-overpowering by the time she reached the park and the copse of trees where she had spent many nights. Ren preferred to get away from houses and crowded neighborhoods: she’d hate to find out that she’d accidentally hunted down a neighbor’s cat. But the little wood was full of squirrels, mice, and the occasional fox. Plenty for her to stalk, chase, and even kill if the mood took her.

He wasn’t even trying to hide from her, she realized. He was all over silver grey, and leggy. He was thin beneath his shaggy fur, and his tail lowered slightly at the sight of her.

I’m bigger than he is, Ren realized. It was a strange thought. She wasn’t especially tall as a human and hadn’t considered herself to be an abnormally large wolf, either. A sudden impulse took her, and she bounded straight for him, barreling directly into him and knocking him to the mossy ground.

The two wolves tumbled and snapped at each other’s throats for several minutes, the male several times almost managing to throw Ren clear but never quite succeeding. Finally Ren locked her jaws around his throat and the fighting ceased, both wolves breathing heavily and snarls dying in their mouths.

Golden eyes locked on Ren’s, the wolf beneath her began to shift, fur and muscle dwindling until her teeth brushed smooth human flesh.

“I yield,” the boy said softly. His eyes were golden brown as a human, and his hair was dark and shaggy. Ren felt rather than saw that he was still thin, but also taller than she would be as a girl.

“You’ve never met another one, have you?” the boy asked, remaining deathly still. Ren pulled away reluctantly. She hadn’t. She hadn’t even been sure there were others.

“I’m Nicolas,” the boy continued. He couldn’t have been more than twenty, two or three years younger than Ren. His features were soft, almost dreamy. “It’s wonderful, isn’t it?”

There was something in the simple way he spoke that made Ren want to be able to smile at him, and she surrendered her wolf’s skin, melting back into a human girl in the moonlight. She leaned back, still crouched over him, and more aware than she’d like to be of the fact that they were both naked.

“Ren,” she said by way of introduction. The bloodlust she’d felt, the animal sense of intrusion and territoriality, had faded and been replaced by a swirl of much more human emotions. The boy was, she decided, pretty rather than handsome. Something about the delicateness of his features – high cheekbones, pointed jaw, and slightly slanted eyes.

“You’re beautiful,” Nicolas said simply. “I’m glad you won.”

“What do you mean?”
“We’re wolves.” Nicolas smiled. “And you beat me. You can do whatever you want with me now.”

Ren considered this for a long moment, then leaned down again and kissed him firmly on the mouth.

She’d meant to simply unnerve him a little – shock him, maybe punish him a little bit for trespassing – but he returned the kiss with such fervor that her heart began pounding. Their tongues met, and goose bumps broke out over Ren’s arms. A heat began to rise in her loins, and she realized just how long it had been since she’d enjoyed a young man’s company.

She pulled away abruptly and studied Nicolas’s face. His breath was coming hard and his eyes were wide, regarding her adoringly.

“I want you to be mine tonight,” Ren said, shifting her weight ever-so-slightly downwards. Beneath her, Nicolas’s breath hitched. “Are you okay with that?”

“I’m yours,” Nicolas replied. “Completely.”

Ren grabbed both of his wrists and pulled his arms over his head, pinning them down with her left hand. She leaned down again and kissed him savagely, nipping sharply at his lower lip. Her right hand stroked the side of his neck and moved down to his chest until her fingers could toy with one of his nipples.

Nicolas strained lightly against her, tensing at her touch. As Ren’s lips moved away from his mouth and down to his neck, she felt his jaw tighten as he clenched his teeth. A low groan escaped his throat as her tongue flicked lightly over his flesh. She closed her teeth gently over his earlobe, then traced the shape of his ear with her tongue. He was practically whimpering now.

“You like that?” she asked, nearly purring.

“Y-yes,” Nicolas gasped, his eyes closed.

Ren grinned. She adored submissive partners. She sat up and released his arms briefly. The young woman moved forward until she was kneeling over Nicolas’s shoulders, her knees pressing into the ground to either side of his head. Her weight kept his arms pinned down and useless.

She rocked her hips until her pussy was positioned only a few inches from his mouth. “Kiss me,” she ordered. “Now.”

Nicolas hesitated a moment, then leaned in, his eyes meeting Ren’s as his lips brushed her sensitive folds. She pushed lightly against his mouth, not relenting until his tongue crept out and slipped inside her. Ren moved one hand to the back of his head, pushing his mouth harder against her. His eyes fluttered closed again as she ground against his mouth, forcing him to taste every part of her sex. His tongue found her clitoris and her fingers wound tightly into his hair, anchoring him over it. His lips and tongue began to move more enthusiastically, alternating quick strokes over her clitoris with more probing kisses.

Ren’s breath began coming faster, and she shuddered as his tongue grew more confident, moving quickly over her. Pleasure began to build in a tight knot in her groin, occasionally sending flickers of heat down her legs and up to her heart.

She came as his tongue was buried deep in her sex, walls of her vagina spasming against his mouth. Ren bit her lip to keep from crying out – this was a public park, after all, even if it was well past the witching hour.

Ren leaned back, rolling off of Nicolas and collapsing beside him. She turned her head to face him and gently kissed his cheek. He moved his head and their lips met. Ren could taste herself on his mouth, and her desire flamed anew. She traced her hands down his form, fingers learning the shape of his hips and moving to his thighs. He was firmly erect, his uncircumcised cock hot in her hands. He gasped as she gripped it and pumped, sliding the foreskin over the head and pulling it back slightly, careful not to stretch it to the point of pain.

“You like this?” Ren asked innocently, a smile creeping over her face. Nicolas nodded, swallowing heavily. “Tell me,” she ordered. “Use your words, boy.”

“Yes,” Nicolas managed, his voice hardly above a whisper.

In a flash, Ren’s hand moved to his throat and squeezed lightly, her other hand still working Nicolas’s cock. “You will call me ‘mistress’ from now on, I think,” she said lazily. “Understand?” She loosed her fingers slightly to allow him to speak more easily.

“Yes, mistress.” The words were harsh and hoarse with arousal.

“A couple rules,” Ren continued, speaking for all the world like she wasn’t lying naked on the forest floor with a cock in her hand. “One, you do exactly what I say. Two, you don’t come until and unless I say you can. Got it?”

“Yes, mistress,” Nicolas murmured again, eyes closed in bliss.

Good boy, Ren thought. “Also,” she added as an afterthought, “I’ve been on birth control since high school, so no need to worry about that.” She glanced around, then relinquished her grip on his cock to reposition herself. She sat up and braced her back against a tree, feeling the bark digging into the skin between her shoulder blades. She opened her legs and beckoned to Nicolas, who had rolled over and was regarding her with widened eyes.

Ren rolled her pelvis forward a little to give him easier access. “Fuck me,” she said simply. Nicolas seemed momentarily unsure, but he half-crawled over to her, and with her help he slid his legs beneath hers. Ren guided his cock into her waiting sex, easing him slowly inside her. Nicolas remained perfectly still like that for several long moments, and Ren was on the verge of ordering him to move when he began to thrust.

His cock wasn’t particularly long, but it was slightly thicker than Ren was used to, and she spread her legs a bit further apart to accommodate him. She grabbed one of his hands and placed it above her sex. He took the hint and began working her clit with his fingers, using his other hand to brace his weight against the tree. Ren moved her hips in time with his, helping him increase the force and speed of his thrusts. She placed one hand on his hip, guiding him into the right angle. Her other hand curled around his throat again, squeezing lightly. She didn’t want to actually hurt him, but feeling his pulse beating faster and faster against her palm was exhilarating.

She came again with his cock inside her and his fingers over her. He cried out as she clenched his cock with her interior muscles, but he managed to restrain himself. Ren pulled herself away from him, letting his still-hard cock slide out of her. He was trembling over her with the exertion, and she noted detachedly that he’d bitten his lip, leaving droplets of blood to ooze down his chin. She kissed him slowly, taking care to catch each trace of blood with her tongue. The kisses tasted of iron and sweat.

She pushed gently against his chest and caught him as he nearly fell off of her. She laid him gently on the ground and straddled him, bending downward to caress his neck and face with her lips.

“Do you want me to fuck you like this?” she asked between kisses.

“Yes,” Nicolas murmured, his hands reaching up to brush her breasts. He squeezed lightly, as though hardly daring to touch her at all. “Please, mistress.”

Ren kissed her way slowly down his body, leaving him to lie prone as her tongue flicked over his nipples and traced lines over his abs. He’d recently trimmed his pubic hair, she noted with some pleasure as she ran her tongue over his thigh. He twitched beneath her. Still moving leisurely, Ren closed her mouth over one of his balls, swirling her tongue over it. Nicolas groaned again, his fingertips digging into the ground.

“If you can take what I do next without losing it,” Ren said, lifting her head from his crotch, “I’ll fuck you. Okay?”

Nicolas simply nodded in response. With that, Ren ran her tongue quickly up the shaft of his cock and then took it into her mouth. She pumped her head over just the first couple inches for a minute or so, watching Nicolas’s hands clench out of the corners of her eyes. Then she moved down, almost swallowing his entire cock.

Nicolas’s breath was ragged, and she was certain that he wouldn’t be able to control himself, but he simply moaned again.

Ren pulled her mouth off his cock, deciding she had teased him long enough. She crawled forward again, straddling his hips.

“You’ve been very good,” she said, taking his cock in her hands again. She felt herself dripping, the moisture trickling down and over his balls. Nicolas was covered in a thin sheen of sweat and his hair was badly mussed. Eyes locked on his face, Ren leaned forwards and lifted herself partially off of him until the head of his cock rested against the outside folds of her sex. Then she slowly lowered herself onto him.

Once he was fully inside her, Ren wasted no time. She leaned down, kissing Nicolas fiercely as she thrust her hips forward and back. Their tongues danced together, and he brought his hips up to meet hers. Without being told his hand moved down again, stroking her clit as she fucked him, her hair drifting over her face and brushing his shoulders.

“Come in me,” she ordered, half-snarling. “I’m close. Come when I come.”

And she did come again, teeth digging into his shoulder as waves of pleasure broke over her body and numbed her thoughts. Nicolas cried out as he trembled against her, and she felt him come, his seed spurting hot and thick inside her.

They remained lying together for several minutes as their breaths and heartbeats slowed. Finally Ren rolled off of him, letting him rest his head on her chest. The lovers stayed silent for some time, until Ren noted the increasingly persistent sound of birdsong.

“Nearly dawn,” she said. “I need to get home soon.”

Nicolas nodded, not fully lifting his head from her chest. Gently, Ren pushed him away.

“Here again?” she asked. “Same time?”

“Of course,” Nicolas said. “I’ll meet you.”

Ren grinned and planted a last kiss on his lips. Then she rolled herself to her feet, stretching to feel the scrapes the tree and the rough ground had left on her back. Totally worth it, she thought, a smile breaking over her face. Another whispered prayer, and she was back in wolf form. Nicolas had also changed, and the two wolves touched noses for a second before turning and sprinting away, eager to get home before dawn truly arrived.