A female werewolf in heat

The truth is that I’m still terrified every single time and no amount of telling myself: “it’s natural” is going to change that.

There are two kinds of werewolves, the changers, and the breeders. The changers are the ones everyone know, the superior athletes, elite soldiers and the envy of everyone who has ever spent hours lifting weights in the gym. They can’t pass on their abilities to the next generation though a child born to a changer will be human, even if it has two changer parents. It’s after all not a genetic trait as some choose to believe in this age of science, it’s a curse and they care little for what seems logical.

The breeders are responsible for passing on the curse, it’s something you are born as and you have no control over. The random roulette of fate just spun to pick a sucker and you happened to get the job, or rather I did.

Breeders they… we, look human, for all intent and purposes we are human for the majority of our lives. We don’t have the physique or innate sense of purpose that a changer does, all we have is a body and a mind that aren’t fully ours to control. In the light of the full moon a changer can transform and perform magnificent feats of strength and speed. In the light of the full moon a breeder loses all control of herself and the ancient drive to procreate takes over everything.

It’s not taken seriously by most people: “Everyone gets horny once in a while, you just do it on a schedule”. It’s hard to convey just how overpowering it is to someone who has never had a craving so overpowering nothing else mattered to them. On the night of a full moon I would give up everything I own or sign my life away to slavery for just a chance to be filled by a throbbing cock.

When I first felt the full moon’s touch on my body I was on a ski trip with 3 of my girl friends, I stalked into a freezing cold night fully intending to walk the ten miles to the nearest town through the snow so I could satisfy my need. If it hadn’t been for my friends organizing a search party as quickly as they did I would have frozen to death on that mountain. I locked myself up a few times, it’s fairly easy with modern time locks, but it’s also torturous. You feel your body burning up as if you have a high fever, feel your lust dripping down your legs and no matter how many fingers or how big toys you plunge into your eager cunt nothing but the real thing can sate its desire, anything else only intensifies it. It becomes a night of desperate lust, a night spent attempting to quench a thirst by drinking salt water as until the sun rises and you wake up.

I’ve woken up in my own sweat and juices more times than I’d like to admit, feeling my body ache with a dildo buried to the hilt. I suppose at that time I could finish what I had started, the curse only affects what can make me cum during the full moon, and once I did so. Resting in the nights sweat and lust I plunged the dildo into myself those last few times it took and my satisfaction spilled out and mixed with my lust and sweat. I’ve never been as disgusted with myself as I was after that, and I’ve never done it again. I prefer the shameful dignity of letting the dildo slip out of me on its own and then grabbing a cold shower to wash away the nights indignity.

I should probably make it clear that when I say I’ve “Woken up” it doesn’t mean that I’ve been asleep or hasn’t been aware of what I was doing. I always know what I’m doing even during the full moon. It just so happens that during that time my usual decision making process is turned off in favor of getting what I need to fulfill my purpose as a breeder.

I found some people a few years ago, 3 to be exact, who help me during the full moons now. They don’t know I’m a breeder, they just know that every once in a while they will get a call and when they do they show up that night to find a woman waiting and more than willing. I gag myself before they get there, I can’t trust myself not to ruin everything by speaking during the full moon, and I tie myself to the bed so I won’t go hunting for others. The rules are set up in advance, my body is theirs to do with as they please as long as they don’t draw blood, don’t undo the bindings or the gag, leave before the sun comes up, and ALWAYS USE PROTECTION.

It’s terrifying but it’s the best solution I have, surrendering myself to men whose base desire I hope will be enough to make them follow the rules rather than risk the privilege of those nights with my body. I live in a constant fear that one of them realizes what I am, if one of them did and broke the rules I would be finished. Who knows what I could be convinced to do while tied to a bed with a throbbing cock just out of reach. I would do anything, sign anything just for a chance to get that cock inside me, and I would beg for him to lose the condom.

I started dating someone almost two year back.

His name is Michael, he’s a mathematician, might not be the sexiest profession but he’s smart and funny and he is pretty easy on the eyes.

He doesn’t know.

I’m cheating on him, every month.

I can say I have my reasons, and I do, I just told them to you, but it doesn’t change that every month someone else ravages my body and I invite it.

I can’t see him on those nights, I love him too much for that, I don’t want to see him reduced to a cock before my moon altered eyes.

And yet here I am, a quarter past five staring at my phone, sending him the rules, just like I would any of the 3. Each of the 3 cancelled, one was sick, another on vacation, the third said he had found someone special. It was a choice between a night of torturous loneliness and lust, or giving the man I love a chance to see me at my worst. Do you blame me? I do.

He texted me back a question, asking if I was alright, I just asked him to please do it, that it would mean the world to me. Then I unlocked my door, gagged myself and tied myself to my bed. It would be hours before he showed up, long enough for the full moon to rise and my moon altered mind to take over. At least that had been the plan, but I hadn’t realized how worried I had made him. He showed up and found me naked and restrained long before the moon had taken my guilt, shame and humiliation away.

He didn’t get undressed he just sat down on the bed next to me and stroked my hair. He reached for my gag to remove it but I shook my head and nodded at a small whiteboard with the rules written on it. So instead he just kept stroking my hair and started talking to me. Why was I doing this? Did I feel like I had to, like I wasn’t enough without pulling a big stunt like this? I shook my head.

Was it something he had said, had he made me feel inadequate? I shook my head again, tears welling up in my eyes. It was so much worse than I could have imagined.

Was this just the way I liked things, had he been missing my signals, had he not been satisfying me? Tears were running down my cheeks as I shook my head violently. He was blaming himself, I didn’t want him to feel bad, I didn’t want to be here like this, to feel like this, to make him feel like this, I just wanted… I just wanted… I just wanted him to breed me. I wanted to feel his throbbing cock inside me, to feel his seed spill out and impregnate me, make me his, claim me as his own for now and all time.

He saw the change in me, saw the tears dry up as my looks of silent pleas turned to lustful gazes, he saw my nipples harden and saw me grow moist as my eyes became transfixed on his pants. That was when he said it, with so much pity in his voice: “You’re a breeder aren’t you?” I nodded excitedly, he knew, he was going to give me what I wanted, he was going to fill me, to make me his. Finally after all these fruitless nights with men too cowardly to give me what I needed I would finally get it.

“You’ve done this before haven’t you?” I nodded again, he was so smart, our children would have the strength of a changer and the brains of a genius he was perfect, it was perfect, just as soon as he would fill me up everything would be perfect.

“Every month?” Another nod, why was he still talking? He should be shoving his cock deep inside me right now.

“It’s painful isn’t it? If no one gives you… you know… during the full moon?” Nod, come on.

“So you tie yourself up and let someone use your body.” Nod, COME ON!

“Just to sate your desire?” Nod, exactly so just fuck me already, breed me!

“No, that’s not right?” What? “You could sate your desire anywhere, you could come to me, or just go to a bar… you don’t trust yourself.” He is a moron, why wouldn’t I trust myself, why wouldn’t I want to feel the warm seed of a man fill me to the brim?

“You’re not really all here right now are you?” There was pity in his voice, for me? Why on earth would he pity me? I didn’t need his pity I needed his cock, I could already feel the small flames of lust beginning to burn painfully inside me, it had been minutes since the moon had come up and I still didn’t have his cock inside me.

“I’ll take care of you tonight.” He looked at me strangely, it was the same way he looked at me when he thought I was asleep on movie nights with my head in his lap, I think that look had meant something to me once. He undressed without haste or much excitement and then lay down next to me, placing a hand on my stomach.

“I’m sorry it might take a little while, I don’t like seeing you scared like this.” I wasn’t scared, I was horny, why wouldn’t he just fuck me already? “You’re still beautiful, and I feel like the rest of you are still there just below the surface. You sent me that text, I don’t think you would have unless you felt you had no choice, but you did and you trusted me to take care of you.” He crawled up and kissed me over the gag, no one ever did that, why would they? My pussy was open and so much better.

Michael made his way down between my legs and studied my dripping lust, he got up on his knees and began to touch himself but his pitiful excuse for a cock remained flaccid and pitiful.

“I, I’m sorry.” He said as he looked down at me, again with that damn pity in his eyes. “I’ll need to go for a moment, I’ll be back soon.”

—

He left me, the son of a bitch left me, left me to my lust and my unfulfilled desires to piss off to wherever the fuck he wanted. He didn’t even have the common curtesy to unlock me so I could at least get my pussy filled by a real man instead. I spent almost an hour seething with hatred before the front door opened again and Michael returned.

He was back, he was going to fuck me, why else would he have come back? He got undressed quickly and joined me in the bed, his cock already rock hard, finally I would get the cock I needed.

“I had to get a little pharmaceutical help.” He noted as he placed a small bottle of pills on the night stand. What did I care, as long as he- yeeeeees! He moved down between my legs his cock running up and down my soaked pussy. “You’re desperate for this aren’t you?” Nod, for fuck sake yes so give it to me already! “I can see why you wouldn’t trust yourself.” He said with that goddamn pity again as he reached over into his pants and pulled out a condom, a condom! He had the chance of a lifetime to go bareback in the most eager pussy he would ever see and he put on a condom even after his cock had felt my pussy juices? This man was clearly insane.

The wrapped up cock returned to my pussy and once again ran up and down through my juices, I could just barely see him coating his wrapped cock in my lust before he placed it against my entrance. My whole body relaxed, finally, finally, finally. His cock pushed inside me and I was in heaven, even wrapped the cock was real, the warmth was real, the throbbing was real. I moaned into my gag as he fucked me, all was right in the world, I was filled with cock the way I should always be and the condom, sure he was using one this time, but I could convince him I was sure, I could make him do me bare later tonight.

His cock pulsed and throbbed and my body instinctively went into action, clutching and pulling at his cock to milk the seed out of him as he came. I knew he had worn a condom, knew I wasn’t getting what I should be getting, but my body eased up as he pulled out. It was satisfied, unaware it hadn’t gotten its due. He crawled up next to me after disposing of the condom and spoke useless words of comfort and apology as my satisfied body drifted off to sleep.

—

I woke up crying, I wasn’t sure why at first, until the memories of the night before came flooding back to me. I was a monster, what I had done to him, what I had made him do, how would he ever look at me again?

“Shhh shh shh, it’s okay.” His soothing whisper was at my ear and I slowly realized that I was not tied up anymore, I was in his arms held against his chest. “Everything is going to be okay.” He whispered and I cried harder. I cried as I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him tightly back, cried until there were no tears left and then sobbed drily for a while before it all died down.

“I’m sorry that you have to go through that.” He said before I could speak.

“I’m-“ I cleared my throat and tried again. “I’m the one who should apologize. What I put you through… it wasn’t fair to you.”

“Hey, open your eyes.” He said and reluctantly I did, facing not pity or disgust in his eyes but love. “You asked me to help you and I’m just happy I was able to. It’s not easy is it? Exposing yourself like that… to someone you care about?”

I shook my head in shame. “I… I have been cheating on you.” I had to come clean, I couldn’t keep pretending things would work out somehow. “Every months, there has been someone with me, someone I sent the rules to.”

“I figured as much.” Michael said with a smile he almost managed to keep from showing the hurt. I saw the pain you were in, your desperation, you needed someone to sate that didn’t you?” I nodded quietly. “… so why not me before now?”

I felt some freshly formed tears peak out from my tear ducts as I looked at him. “You saw me last night, you saw what I was, how I looked at you. Like… like you didn’t matter, like all that mattered was what was between your legs.” I could feel the disgust in myself growing. “I didn’t want you to feel that, I didn’t want to feel that. I love you, I care about you, you matter to me, I didn’t want you to be… just another cock.” I fell silent in my shame. “It’s easier with people I don’t care about. With them I can do it and put the whole thing behind me in the morning. With you… I don’t know if you’ll ever see me the same way again.”

I felt his hand stroking my hair for a while before he answered. “Nothing is ever the same.” He said in that voice he used when he wanted to seem philosophical. “Life keeps changing and we’re just going to have to be okay with that. Just like I’m okay with your condition.”

“Really?”

“I’m just glad you trusted me enough to take care of you, I know you were scared, honestly I was pretty scared when I found you all naked and tied up too.” He smiled and squeezed my naked body a bit tighter against his own. “But now that I know I can take care of you properly.”

“You… still want to be with me?”

“Of course, I love you.” He looked at me with those eyes he’d looked at me with when he thought I was asleep during movie night with my head in his lap, and I finally realized why they had meant so much to me.

I reached up and kissed him, softly at first but the kiss became deeper before long. I felt our bodies wrapping around one another in the morning sun as his hands found my breasts and a moan escaped me as he squeezed them. I gently pushed him onto his back and crawled on top of him his cock was growing slowly, naturally, into a harder form and my own sex was gently moist instead of the night’s unnatural wetness. I slowly let his cock slip between my lips and grinded against it.

“I’m still fertile, from last night.” I said softly and he reached for a second condom. “Maybe, if you want, we don’t need it?” I asked as my face flushed red at my own proposition.

I could see the desire in his eyes light up at the thought. “Are you sure it’s you talking? I don’t want to take advantage.”

“It’s me.” I assured him with a soft kiss. “So what do you think? Want to start a family, with me?”

“Yes.” He breathed with love in his eyes as I felt his cock throb between my lower lips. “I would love to be the father of your children.” He said as I reached down and guided his cock into me. I rode him slowly, feeling his cock deep inside me, and knowing it was there because I wanted it to be there with all my heart. He thrust up into me but I put a hand on his chest to make him stop and instead continued to ride him.

I was in control, I was in charge and I enjoyed the sensation immensely. When I lifted myself up the cock receded from me and when I pushed myself back down I felt it fill my body and heard his moans of pleasure. I had always been afraid of pregnancy, the fear of something going wrong during the full moon and my life taking another unasked for turn. This was different, this was my choice, mine and Michaels and it felt right. It was a long slow ride but eventually it came to an end as Michael’s cock throbbed hard and he warned of what was to come. I leaned down and kissed him as his cock shot its seed deep inside of me.

Six hours earlier it would have felt like the culmination of my life’s purpose, it would have felt like giving myself fully to my man the way any good breeder should. Now it felt like so much less and so much more. It felt warm and sticky, it felt like a step towards a bright future, it felt like cooperation, it felt like love.

As I felt something spark to life deep within me I felt nothing but happiness, for the first time in a very long time, I didn’t feel scared.

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