Turning
A newly-turned werewolf gets some help in learning to control his emotionally-driven transitions. Keeping himself in-check is becoming increasingly difficult as the full moon approaches.
TW1
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Chapter 1
Welcome Home
Percy nervously shifted the strap of his overnight bag on his shoulder as he waited for Ryder to answer the still-chiming doorbell. Despite having a handle on his transformations, his increased hearing still easily detected her barefoot steps on the linoleum between the artificial bell tones. It still felt weird to meet her in her surprisingly large home instead of his studio apartment.
Her neighborhood was at least semi-secluded by the natural geography. Well-spaced houses, most looking like some sort of small farm from this distance, nestled themselves in the valley. A slow-moving stream meandered along most of their backyards, and beyond the stream a steep incline littered with foliage began the plunge away from civilization and up into the Bitterroot mountains. Percy guessed this was as good a place as any to keep livestock. Any fence would only need 3 sides, and the animals would have all the water they needed. There was a faint scent of cattle in the air. A nearby small barn had caught his notice when the Uber driver dropped him off, and made a mental note to ask Ryder about it. Maybe she kept chickens. Considering he only found out she was a werewolf three weeks ago, he wondered what else he didn’t know.
“There’s my pup!” a wide smile brightened the features of the gorgeous 26-year-old who opened the door. Percy’s breath caught in his throat as he looked at his beautiful girlfriend. He still couldn’t believe such a lovely creature had said yes to his stumbling coffeeshop invite last semester.
Loose-fitting cloth pants cinched at her waist allowed a thin strip of her tantalizing creamy skin to remain bare where her tank top rode up her natural curves. The lowering sunlight cast a warm orange hue in a long stripe between the door and frame and glistened in her storm-blue eyes. Her dark hair was tangled up into a messy bun, leaving spare whisps to trickle down her neck and frame her heart-shaped face in an almost-glowing halo.
Her perfect pink lips framed the smile that took him weeks to earn, and Percy still felt himself drawn to her glinting teeth somehow looking just a little too sharp. He licked his lips, thinking about how hers must taste today - how those teeth would feel in his lower lip instead of his now-healed neck.
Ryder laughed, “Drooling already, you goof?” The hand not on the door rose to her hip in feign indignation, her lithe musculature only more accentuated by the lowering light caressing soft shadows into her curves.
Percy shook his head. Maybe he was. And she would deserve every bit of it. “I’m just really happy to see you.” Now that she mentioned it, his mouth was watering, and his pants felt tight.
“It’s been, what,” Ryder checked her bare wrist as if it had a watch, “one week? Sooo long.” She nodded her head back and opened the door further, “Better get in here.”
Percy jumped at the invitation, crossing the threshold into the home that smelled so much like her, or at least the cozy cedar part of her scent. As soon as she closed the door, he dove to wrap his arms around her, burying his face into the side of her neck and taking a deep inhale of her woody vanilla and something he could only ever describe as ‘girl-smell’. Her scent so close to him made his head spin, and he felt his heart race.
Her arms draped over his shoulders and long fingers found their way into his thick brown hair, massaging his scalp at first, then gripping and forcing his head back. Percy let out a small whine as his face was pulled away from Ryder’s skin, but her soft lips quickly covered his. She kissed him gently, delicately, but there was no doubt about who was in control. Where Percy’s kisses were fast and desperate, her response would be gentle pressure and the occasional tug on his hair to rein him in. It drove him wild.
“I missed you.” kiss, “I missed you.” kiss, “I missed you.” Percy placed each kiss across her mouth, one corner to the other, pulling increasingly harder against her strengthening tugs. He felt his strained erection, still trapped by his jeans, pressed against her hip and fought the urge to grind into her with every ounce of willpower he could muster.
Ryder’s warm hands moved to his cheeks, and she pressed her forehead into his, “I missed you too.” she whispered, but too soon she pulled back. “Let me show you around.” With one last, quick smooch on the middle of his forehead, she gracefully extracted herself from Percy’s embrace and gestured to her home.
He couldn’t help but smile at her as he adjusted his bag once more then faithfully trotted after her.
“Shoes.” she pointed near the door.
“Sorry.” Percy quickly slipped out of his soft tennis shoes and placed them neatly near the wall.
“Good boy.” A smirk tugged at the corner of her lips as he couldn’t help but light up at the praise. She knew the effect she had on him, and Percy loved it. “Follow me. It’s not fancy, but it’s home.”
As Ryder gave him the tour, Percy found himself more drawn to her than the rooms she explained to him. Sure, the cluttered kitchen had new cabinets, but all he could think about was pulling her hips up onto the counter, swiping the miscellaneous towels and bowls aside, and devouring her until her raspy breaths turned into moans.
The living room had a few large pieces of matching plush furniture, and the couch looked perfect for laying down between her legs and snuggling his face into her breasts.
Following her upstairs, he couldn’t focus on the ethically-sourced hardwood because his vision was entirely captured by the perfect globe of her ass, one side at a time, as her steps pulled those loose pants taught in just the right way.
Ryder’s voice cut off abruptly, startling Percy out of his trance, and he looked up at her guiltily as she stared down at him ogling her.
Straight-faced, “You like what you see?” Ryder leaned forward, walking her hands over the top step and arching her back.
A flush of warmth rushed through Percy’s skin as he stared at his girlfriend’s teasing, and he felt more than just the fabric of his pants tighten. He could hear her heart beating and feel the rush of heat it caused across her skin wafting on the air towards him. Her scent enveloped him, and his eyes focused on the individual threads separating her heat from him. He could tear through them easily. It felt like pure, sweet adrenaline in his veins, and he was certain his body could do anything he needed it to, anything he wanted to do. Hell, if he had to flip a car to get to her, he could. And here she was just inches away, the scent of her mild arousal unmistakable.
Percy’s tongue lolled out of his mouth and he pressed his nose into Ryder’s heat with a low, needy growl, desperate to feel every piece of her.
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Erotica, NSFW, Werewolves, Femdom, Monsterfucking, Loss of Control