werewolf!Robin 2
making out with the girlfriend, Werewolf!Robin, right before the full moon: that approaching period where there's a slight change in her temperament and she's grabby, so grabby of you, pulling you back onto the couch for an intense makeout session by her claws that dig into your thighs as you straddle her jeans. Holding the sides of her face starting to fuzz as she snarls into your kiss, hot and heavy panting against her large teeth that you feel with your tongue before they bite your lips.
You try to pin her back on the cushions with palms on her shoulders, watching the way she snaps upwards with a popped vein in her neck that wants to taste more of that blood from a small cut she made on your lip. She watches you grin wildly at her, begging with whines a pleads for you to let her kiss you more and mark your neck once again.
She hasn't fully transformed yet, this Robin is still that sweet Robin that says please and gasps so delicately from your touch.
You lower to latch onto her neck and bite- driving her wild at the feel of your human teeth not piercing the skin, causing her to get flustered andheated all over, sweating as her hips buck upwards to gain some sort of relieving friction on your knee between her thighs.
Down her collarbone you nibble and suckle on flesh just beginning to phase into her wolf form-hair down her chest and on her breasts packed into a zipper-front sports bra.
Slowly, you kiss down more, burying your face between her ample fuzzy bosom before suffocating yourself on one the round sides.
More bites to soft skin that get pulled with your teeth are soothed with licks, Robin whines furthermore as you travel down her stomach-more fuzz just awaiting nuzzles on her soft girl-tummy.
That's where you make your mistake- sitting up slightly to try and pull her closer by her thighs so she lays completely flat- Robin quickly sits back up with a pounce to push you back down on the other side of the couch, immediately nestling between your thighs to return the favor.
So close to where you want her, her cheek nuzzles against your own fuzz as she chomps down riiight next to your opening, the scent of your arousal making her vision pulse and blur as you yelp and whimper until she lets go.
Robin pulls back to lick the irritated area, softly with a wide tongue over four points where enlarged canines bruise and leave evidence of her possessiveness.
Thighs over her shoulders, those claws dig back into the fat as she buries herself between your legs, lapping up your honey-like arousal, absolutely dripping, as it mixes with her saliva.
Your fingers woven through her choppy dirty-blonde bob tug and scratch at her scalp for the way she furiously devours you with snarls and heavy chestful pants against your cunt.
You can't seem to pull her away, even as your legs are shaking and you stutter her name, so you surrender your body to Robin, letting her ravish you until you're boneless and needy for her to hold you close throughout the rest of the night.