Bitch is Golden - werewolf!Robin
In her human form, she's the absolute sweetest and softest sub.
The way she moans in your mouth from little touches. Your palm pressed against the front of her jeans as she sits in your lap, fingers slipping under her the soft worn out fabric of her favorite shirt going up her back until you find the clasp of her bra between freckled shoulder blades.
She's at the mercy of your praise as she squirms underneath you after being laid back down, your hot breath sweeping below her navel as you tug down her jeans. Past her ankles, you throw the heavy denim onto the floor, hands now grazing up the curve of her calf and the soft leg hair raised from chills as your lips touch her knee. Her inner thigh, you slowly take your time until she's raising her hips eagerly and begging for you to taste her.
Her sweet husked voice whines in your delay over her erogenous zone, making you crawl back up over, pinning hands of bracelets and chipped mismatched nail polish above her head telling her to be good.
She's so sweet like this, so pretty with flushed cheeks and half-lidded eyes that catch the light of the nearby lamp and twinkle when she's forced to look back at you with your hand under her jaw after she bashfully turned away to moan.
You know she'll be good,
she's always a good girl for you.
When the moon is full, however, that's when you become her good girl.
During this passing lunar phase, something in your Robbie shifts.
She's clingy, but not in her usual sense. When passing groups or even simply around friends, the glares she gives to those who come a little too close for her liking could kill.
Mine. Robin enforces.
All mine.
Your scent, how she's obsessed, just wanting to breathe nothing else and fill her lungs the aroma that tickles her tongue. Each deep breath, a hit off a drug that brings psychedelics to her brain.
It's a sedative.
It's an adrenaline rush.
You're an absolute feast for her senses and you make Robin a greedy, greedy creature of the night.
You love when your girl gets like this. You have no problem at all now letting her use you in any way, indulging what her new animalistic desires crave.
She's more confident.
Stronger.
Her hands are always on you, arms wrapped around your waist, just like now with an unsuspected approach in the kitchen.
During this time of the month, much like those other few days, you spend your days in sweats, an old tank top with no bra, not caring what you're wearing.
This is what she likes best, no other hassle of an outfit, just you, all naturally, you.
How easy it is to reach under your shirt and grab your bare breasts from behind. Slightly bigger hands from moonlight transformation run feverishly hot as they cup and squeeze, making you keel over the counter as fingers now adorning sharp hooked claws start to tweak the two sensitive buds while you feel her hungry breath on the nape of your neck.
You try to lift yourself with sweaty palms flat on the cool kitchen granite but the trail of gentle bites down your shoulder where your strap slipped off makes you surrender.
Instead, using the back of your palm as a cushion for your chin and cheek as you pleasurably hum at the feeling of her claw like nails scratching down your side your spine where she then keeps you bent over with a single hand on your back.
The other is hooking into the elastic waistband hugging your hips tight as she tugs down both your pants and already damp spot on the fabric that stuck to your honeyed warm glacé sex.
You're her sweet nectarine, each bite dribbling down her chin, licking each drop, not daring to waste any juicy, ripe, revelation from this short lived dynamic.
With heightened senses Robin takes a deep inhale of your arousal, a low growl that makes your pelvic floor clench nothing as she drops to her knees with claws now spiking into the flesh of your bottom as she spreads you slightly, getting ready to devour you whole until the last of your strength leaves your trembling legs and you need to be carried to a spot where she can continue ravishing your lounging body with her hot, slick tongue and grazing teeth that clamp down on your skin that's so close to breaking under her sharp rows of pearls that bring threat to your life but instead continue to bring nothing but pleasure and brief moments of affection with passionate kisses that follow after tight pulls from lower fangs against your pulse.
Mid-canis lupus transformation our girl is a beast with an insatiable appetite... but when she's full furred and four legged... It's exactly what you need to recover after relentless carnal cravings.
Nuzzling against her soft, plush of long fur, your fingers comb through and down over her chest.
Her whole body curls around yours, from snout to the tip of her tail, to keep aching muscles warm and sate.
She licks each and every bite, scratch, wound from her aggression that might have gone unnoticed during her entrusted conquer of your mind, body, and soul.
Big steel colored eyes look upon you lovingly before closing in serenity at the feeling of your hand stroking over between her brow as your other small hand holds her mighty jaw from underneath.
Yours.
"Good girl," You coo after her pleased huffs and sighs puff air at your half dazed, floaty smile expression that then buries itself in her fur before drifting off to sleep.
Even as a beast,
"My good girl,"
she's still all yours.