That Night I Got Dragged Home By A Werewolf

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It wasn’t a graceful fall, but I tumbled backward onto a soft king bed with a wooden headboard that looked big enough to have been torn from the side of a galleon. The way Mars literally leapt onto the bed had me wondering if she’d been an Olympian jumper in the past. 

Wait, are her eyes —, I started to think before her weight was thrown atop me. God! I loved the feeling of a sturdy woman on top of me, pressing me into the bed with every fiber of her desire. 

Smother me with your heat. It’s my favorite place to be in the world. 

Mars settled her hips on mine and leaned down to kiss me again. Her lips almost seemed warmer than the rest of her. And the way her tongue swept over mine as though the muscled butch had complete dominion over my mouth left me breathless. After a few seconds, she pulled back, and I caught my breath. 

“You keep panting like that, little Cottontail, and I’ll have to assume you’re in heat,” Mars laughed, running her fingers down the side of my cheek. 

I managed to surprise her by pulling her thumb into my mouth and sucking on it. I wanted to taste her, all of her. She shivered and grinned as my tongue draped itself over her thumb before I lightly bit it. 

“Biting, Lilith? Are you sure?”

“I’m sure that if you don’t sink your teeth into my body at least once before we’re done tonight, I’ll be leaving you a three-star review on Her.” 

Mars pressed her hips a bit tighter against mine and started to slowly grind before lowering her lips to mine again for a long, breathy kiss. While our lips were locked, she ran her hands over my breasts and gave them a gentle squeeze, eliciting a moan of pleasure from yours truly. I was under attack on multiple fronts, and I somehow couldn’t surrender to her fast enough. 

“Fuck,” I hissed, finally pulling away from her lips to breathe. Even though her hands had to work through my dress, Mars still managed to make my nipples hard and ready for more. 

She suddenly stopped and asked, “How much do you like this dress?”

“The sum of my affection for this dress is far less than my desire for you to keep fucking me, Mars.” 

With a shocking display of speed and strength, I watched Mars grin and then sink her fingers into my dress before tearing it wide open like tissue paper. 

“How did you —?” I started to ask before my horniness flared up again, and I pulled the beefcake of a woman back down on top of me. I needed her to use those muscles on me, to hold me firm and deflower me like I was an innocent virgin kidnapped on the night before an arranged wedding I did not want. 

Really, Lilith? I thought to myself. You’ve known this woman for an hour or two, and you’re already building fantasies in your head? 

I wasn’t sure if Mars could read my mind, but she chased any coherent thoughts I had left when she unhooked my bra (because those are too fucking expensive to shred) and lowered her tongue to my tits. Fuck! It was even better without a top on. Of course it was. How could it not be? She licked my right nipple while fondling my left breast with a free hand, and I could do nothing but melt under her. 

I lifted Mars’ tank top off and removed her bra so I could return the gesture, and she hissed in pleasure at my touch. I was surprised to find our tits were around the same size. And when I took a break from playing with her breasts, Mars buried her face in mine and took turns nibbling on each while continuing to gently squeeze and rub my nipples. 

Pleasure ran through my entire chest, and my brain was flooded with oxytocin. Like — my skull was probably a fishbowl of oxytocin at this point, and I was the happiest woman alive. 

It was when Mars’ fingers started to peel the lower half of my dress off that was still clinging to my body that I grabbed her wrists. A surge of panic shot through me, and suddenly, I was horny and dismayed. It was a strange combination where I wanted Mars to do things to me, but I had a border wall that needed to be respected. 

She stopped immediately, her expression of desire changing to one of soft concern. I was actually impressed by her sense of control. We were both still panting, but that oxytocin had started to drain from my brain as dysphoria took root. I remembered one or took particularly disastrous sexual encounters where girls I’d gone home with said they were cool with me being trans until they got my panties off. 

“Are you okay?” Mars asked, still breathing heavily and sweating a little. God. She was like a furnace! How did she run so hot?

I tried to catch my breath and remember how to form words. 

“Y — yeah. Listen. You remember that I’m trans, right?”

She nodded. 

“And while my insurance from the state is good, it’s not THAT good.” 

Mars cocked her head to the side in confusion. 

“Like — sure, HRT is covered. Bloodwork is easy. But. . . surgery? Not so much. And being a rural librarian doesn’t exactly pay enough for me to drop $20 grand on a basement renovation if you get my drift.” 

As my new friend’s eyes softened a bit, despite her maintained look of hunger (seriously, how did she look sympathetic while wanting to devour me at the same time?), she ran her fingers down my cheek again. 

I was just now becoming aware of her saliva covering my tits, and fuck me if that wasn’t giving ammunition to Team Horny to overwhelm Team Dysphoria in my brain. 

“Lilith, if you think this is my first time handling girldick, you’re gonna be surprised.”

And, to be honest, I was. 

“I’ve dated a few transfemmes from Montreal. Cute girls. Fucking brats, but they were great lovers. But they hadn’t had surgery either. I assure you, we each had a great time. They taught me a few things. I made them scream my name in ecstasy. It made the six-hour drive worth it every time,” Mars said. 

And while a bit of relief started to peek out from my nervous noggin, the stubborn bit of dysphoria remained. I heard the frustrated sighs and the disgusted groans of a few memorable cis lesbians I’d gone home with in the past, women who swore up and down they were perfectly fine with girldick. And midway through what started out as a great night of sex, they just. . . stopped. 

“I’m sorry,” a girl from Rockland said. “I can’t do it. It’s just too much.” 

And I drove home crying, my heart feeling like it wanted to jump out of the moving vehicle and smear itself on the interstate. 

Mars was giving me all the right signs that she really would be fine. But every time I closed my eyes, I heard Robin and Natalie quietly apologizing and leaving the bedroom. 

“Look, I trust you. I have no doubt you’d deliver me a fabulous orgasm or two if I let you venture down there. But I have some mental scars and dysphoria that just won’t let me revisit that area again. I’m sorry, Mars.” 

She nodded. 

“I completely understand. And I’m not going to pressure you. I promise.” 

How on Earth did I manage to wind up in the home of such an amazing and patient partner? And why did my dysphoria have to ruin a fantastic time? Among all the questions I was asking myself, I found an unexpected inquiry making its way into my mind. 

Are we fucking on fur? I thought, placing a hand on. . . yup, a large fur blanket covering the entire bed. Am I getting fucked in a hunting lodge? 

Mars lightly grabbed my fingers running over the blanket. 

“Yup. That’s real. Hunted and sheared it myself,” Mars said. 

And. . . I could see it. This ripped queen of a lady stalking through the woods, hunting her prey, and tanning a hide in front of a large campfire. Er — I dunno what the blanket-making process involves. That was just the hunter fantasy my mind chose to imagine. 

Team Horny was back in action. Mars, impossibly aware of my rekindling desire, flashed me her teeth before looking over at a nightstand drawer. 

“Okay, little Cottontail. Front door’s blocked due to your desired renovations. I can respect that. How do you feel about being taken from behind?” 

My eyes widened. And new images flooded my mind of Mars bending me over and — shit, yeah, I wanted that. 

“What did you have in mind?” I whispered. 

She chuckled. It was a husky laugh that did things to me and only made me want her more. 

“I’m thinking. . . some lube, a strapon, and you bent over like the naughty girl you’re so keen to become under me,” Mars said. 

A surge of need ran through me, and I just nodded. 

“Have you done that before?” she asked. 

“A few times. It won’t be my first rodeo being ridden from behind,” I said. 

Then, a new thought flooded my brain. I’d been freed from the top half of my dress, torn in two, arms pulled out of their sleeves. But the bottom half of the skirt remained mostly intact. 

“A minor request?” I asked. 

“Yes?” she asked. 

I swallowed nervously. 

“Can you. . . keep the skirt on and lift it when you fuck me?”

Mars licked her lips. 

“You’ve got a filthy mind, little Cottaintail, and I’m happy to oblige. You’re not the first girl I’ve come across with the desire to get railed in a sundress.” 

I shivered in anticipation while she stripped entirely, pulled out a harness with a moderate purple strapon, and got them on and ready for our activities. My eyes took in her chiseled form from her toned thighs to her damp pussy to her biceps that were probably thick enough to snap a tree trunk in half. 

“If things get carried a little too far, just say something, and we’ll stop,” Mars said, turning me around and bending me over the side of the mattress. 

This wasn’t my first time doing anal, but I was far more excited for this time than I had been for the past few instances. Mars was a goddess, and I had faith she’d make this a memorable experience. 

“I’m pretty sure I’m going to be limited to words that start with ‘M’ while we’re doing this. So, expect a lot of ‘Mars’ and ‘Mommy,’” I said as she moved in behind me. 

With a slow, quiet laugh, she said, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

She lifted my skirt, pulled down my gaff and I waited while she slid a finger inside me to make sure I wasn’t bluffing. Then, Mars took that purple dildo, made sure there was plenty of warm, clear gel on my rim, and pressed its head to my puckered entrance. 

I stayed still as my anus resisted the toy at first. But Mars was determined, and I was patient while she worked the tip inside. A deep moan rumbled from inside my chest as Mars advanced the dildo inch by inch inside my hole. 

Shivering with pleasure, I felt Mars siddle right up to my ass, and I knew the entire toy was inside me now. 

“You good?” she asked. 

And I made some kind of guttural noise of appreciation and affirmation. 

That’s when Mars decided to pump, and I exploded in ecstasy. 

She’d pull back a little and then thrust forward, riding me like the little bitch I was thrilled to be. And if I didn’t think Mars could get any hotter, I was wrong. Every time our flesh made contact, my new friend seemed to be burning more. Was sex fever a thing? 

“How do you feel?” Mars asked me after another thrust, and I keened. 

She slowly grabbed a handful of my hair and pushed me down toward the bed. I was fighting to keep my eyes from rolling back into my head. I wasn’t far from orgasm at the pace she was taking me. 

The mattress didn’t squeak, so outside of Mars’ words, I only heard the gushy sounds of juices now dripping down my body. 

I raised my ass higher, and Mars grabbed my hips, actually pulling me back, and goddammit, I was gay. I was so fucking gay for this woman riding me like there was no tomorrow. 

“Tell me who owns you in this moment, Lilith.” 

She pulled my hips back toward her again, and I saw stars before my eyes. 

“Mars! Fuck, Mars. Mars!” I screamed her name. 

She didn’t stop, but picked up the pace, riding me and bringing me so close to the edge that I could see over the cliffside and into the orgasm chasm below. 

“That’s it. Good girl. You just keep taking me for as long as you can,” Mars said. 

I sighed in bliss feeling more heat rising between us. 

“Oh shit,” I heard Mars say out of nowhere. 

“I know!” I hissed. “I know. Mars, you’re so fucking hot. I want you inside me again and again.” 

That was all I could take before I came against Mars’ bed, and I felt her come not long after she uttered a series of curses that would have left Zeus blushing. 

Carefully, I felt Mars pull out, and I collapsed onto the bed, quaking in the throws of an orgasm that no amount of money could buy.

Mars didn’t say anything. She slipped off the harness. I heard her panting somewhere behind me. Without warning, Mars pulled me closer than before, standing me up straight. I felt her tits pressed against my back and. . . were her arms always this hairy? 

It was hard to think. So goddamn difficult as that flood of oxytocin from before was back in my skull and had reached high tide. 

“How?” Mars asked, her voice taking on a bit of a growling tone. 

“Good! It was so fucking good,” I said, completely misunderstanding her tone and question. 

My partner held one arm wrapped around me under my breasts and used the other to push aside my hair. 

“I — I can’t believe this,” Mars started as she sniffed my neck and then licked from my shoulder up to my ear. 

Shivering again, I moaned. 

“Mars. . . how do you make that feel so fucking good?” I asked, closing my eyes and feeling renewed tingling race down my spine. I was never big on licking before, but when Mars did it, I didn’t want her to stop. 

My partner’s voice dropped more as I felt the tall drink of water bury her face in my hair and sniff it deeply. 

As I sighed in contentment, I felt wrapped in something strange. There was a queer energy in the air between us. And not just in the “getting assfucked by a dyke” way. 

Gooseflesh crawled down my arms, and I noticed a strange static building between my partner and me. Unbelievable feelings of peace and security washed over me while I was in Mars’ arms. These weren’t one-night stand feelings. These were feelings of mad love and passion. Goddamn. What was in that beer?

Feeling giddy, I kept my eyes closed and taunted, “Hey, Mars. That was fantastic, but I thought you promised to bite.” 

While I snickered, I felt a lumbering growl build from behind me. And Mars’ voice, which somehow seemed to plummet further in tone, now spoke from about two feet above my head. 

Did she fuck me in Dolby Surround sound? I thought. 

Mars’ arms pulled tighter, and my mind inexplicably knew what she was going to do before she did it. Her mouth hovered a few inches above my flesh. 

“Do it,” I said, unsure of what exactly would happen. 

She snarled and sank her teeth into the space where my neck and shoulder met. Blood ran down my flesh as some new force of energy sparked inside of me. Pleasure anew raced down my spine, and I threw my head to the side and moaned. 

“Mars. . . Mars Dubois. . . Mars the farmer. . . Mars my lover. . . Mars my. . . my, oh, fuck!” I shouted as she released me from her jaw’s grip. 

Human teeth don’t feel like that, I thought. Why the hell am I bleeding? 

Images of Mars ran through my head, playing like a film. I watched her running across the farm, tending her animals, and protecting the herd. Then, she was in the woods, and a creature that no longer resembled the girl who took me home filled my mind’s eye. Darting between trees. A massive furred beast. A wolf. Bigger than any I’d seen in a canine sanctuary. Glowing golden eyes that left shadows so thin they held no secrets. This beast didn’t look like the woman who’d slung me over her shoulder and made me giggle. But I knew it was her all the same. 

What’s happening to me? I thought, my mind reeling from all these images and raw information. 

Turning, I faced my lover and discovered her to have been replaced with a large bipedal beast covered in mahogany-colored fur. 

Those golden eyes were out in full, piercing things that seemed to follow you down into your soul. Blood dripped from her jaw, a jaw filled with razor-sharp teeth. My blood. Her teeth. 

Mars was probably around six-and-a-half feet tall. But this creature stood closer to eight-and-a-half feet, head just a stone’s throw from the ceiling fan. Long claws hung from each finger. They looked like they could rip through timber. 

And where I should have been screaming my head off and running for the door, which I noticed the creature had yet to block, I instead found myself half-sitting and half-collapsing onto the bed, just a foot away from our combined juices staining the blanket. 

My heart rate was a little elevated given the mind-breaking thing I was looking at, but I couldn’t bring myself to be afraid. It was the strangest sensation, knowing you should be terrified, but simply not being scared. Instead, I felt. . . at ease. 

“I suppose that’s you, Mars?” I asked, feeling like an idiot. What exactly did one say to a large creature like this? 

She didn’t speak for a moment. 

I took that time to look around the room at all the heavy wooden furniture. A chair next to a bookshelf filled with titles of all sizes, both paperbacks and hardbacks. A nightstand with a small blue lamp. Above me hung a ceiling fan that was currently turned off. Though as warm as I was, I wanted it on. 

Long blue curtains covered a large bay window opposite the bed. 

My eyes spotted a series of carved wooden animal figurines over on Mars’ dresser. They seemed to be mostly deer and moose. 

When I turned back to the woman who thoroughly fucked me, she was shrinking. I watched her fur recede and incredibly vanish beneath Mars’ tanned peachy skin. Joints, muscles, and ligaments popped and squelched as they resumed her human form. This happened in, maybe, five seconds. 

Then a nude sexy butch stood over me again. The girl who had thrown me into her pickup truck and dragged me out of town to her farm (with consent). 

“I’m sorry, Lilith,” Mars said and looked to the floor. “I didn’t expect that to happen.” 

“Well, if it’s any consolation, I didn’t either,” I said with a surprisingly snarky tone. What tone was one supposed to have in a situation like this?

She stood there with her arms crossed, eyes back to their normal shade of brown. 

“Okay. . . I’ve never been in a position like this before. So maybe. . . I should just ask some rapidfire questions and let you answer them to the best of your ability.” 

Mars cleared her throat. I couldn’t imagine someone as powerful as her looking awkward. But there she stood, somehow managing it. 

“That sounds fair. Shoot,” she said, finally locking eyes with me. 

I nodded. 

“Question one. Did you poison my drink, causing me to hallucinate all this?”

She shook her head.

“Okay, horrifying. That means what I witnessed was real. Cool. Question two. What are you?”

Mars sighed and scratched her head. 

“I’m a werewolf.” 

“And that’s not like. . . just a giant wolf. You actually do the whole Lon Chaney Jr. thing.” 

With a rather weak shrug, Mars kicked at something I couldn’t see on the thin gray carpet below her. 

“I mean — I can take the form of a more traditional wolf, too. What you just saw is kind of a merging of the two. I don’t change that way very often.” 

I crossed my legs, which seemed like a weird thing to do given that I was still mostly naked. But I felt awkward just sitting on the side of the bed like I was. 

The next question I wanted to ask was a bit more awkward, in that, I didn’t know if she’d have the answer. But I decided to fire it off anyway. 

“Do you know why. . . I’m not scared of you right now? I mean, I should be, right? I should be screaming my lungs out. But I’m not. And I find that very strange,” I said, verbally tripping over myself. 

Mars just scratched her head again. 

“That’s. . . complicated. And I’m still struggling to understand it myself.” 

Switching my crossed legs, I paused and thought. 

With a softer voice, I asked, “Can you just tell me what you’re thinking, at least?”

Her eyes found mine, and a shiver flew down my spine. An inexplicable desire for her to see me fully roared through my heart. 

Seriously! What’s wrong with me?! I thought, scowling. 

Mars took a long time to answer my question. I patiently waited while she gathered her thoughts, and I appreciated her form, even in the mess we’d landed ourselves. 

“Okay, Lilith. If you’d stumbled across any other werewolf, I reckon you’d be screaming and frozen in panic. But you aren’t. I can only imagine what’s going through your head. But I can tell you what’s going through mine. I’m hungry for you in ways I didn’t know I could be before tonight. I know your full name is Lilith Emily Chambers. I know you aren’t from anywhere near my territory originally. I know that if you had a tail, it’d wag like mad when people call you things like ‘ma’am’ and ‘miss.’” 

I started to put together what she was saying. Mars was telling me she knew things about me that I hadn’t told her. And that some kind of unknown force had placed this knowledge in her head. The same thing had happened to me after she. . . bit me. I almost came to orgasm all over again, and for some reason, I couldn’t stop thinking about her sinking those teeth into me a second time. . . and a third time. 

But this went way beyond the stereotype of the trans puppygirl. There was a goddamn metaphysical force at play here. 

“I saw things about you, too. I know you don’t have a middle name. Your mother named you Mars after her favorite celestial body. Your family name, which you also got from her, is Dubois. And you have a huge herd of deer on this farm. Two, actually. You guard them well.” 

Mars rubbed her jaw. 

“All these things would seem to point to one undeniable fact. You and I knowing things about each other without speaking a word about them is part of The Binding.” 

My eyes widened. 

“And The Binding is something that only happens between a werewolf and her. . .,” Mars said, her voice trailing off. 

I suddenly found myself standing, feeling like I was on the edge of a cliff. 

“A werewolf and her what, Mars?”

With a pained look in her eyes and clenched fists, Mars let out a deep sigh before saying, “Her mate.”