Lupa

You blink your eyes open and let out a tiny groan as you stretch. As you sit up something catches your eye beside your bed. You see one of the decorative pillows on the floor, torn open, feathers strewn about. Your eyes widen when you see bits and pieces of your underwear. Some on the floor, some hanging on the side of the bed. You feel a pit in your stomach when you remember how it ended up that way. You bring a shaky finger to your lips and begin to salivate ever so slightly. Logan. His name makes your skin itch. You shift around. A tiny growl escapes you at the thought of him between your legs, eyes locked on yours, hot breath on your thighs. Your little growl grows louder, and claws start to emerge from your shaky fingers. You wanted more. You needed more. You were craving him. Logan…

As the day went on the feral urges only grew stronger. You could feel your emotions bubbling up. You decide to hide away in your room for the remainder of the morning. Your inability to retract your claws and fangs, combined with your short temper didn’t seem like the safest combination to bring around the others. You flop back against your bed and let out a deep sigh that turns into a frustrated whimper. Every time you closed your eyes you could only think of Logan. You pressed your hand against your chest, trying to slow your pounding heart. No use.

Your heartbeat spiked further as your palm slid to your thighs, grinding desperately in between your legs. You pressed a fang hard against your lip to stifle a whimper, creating a small trail of blood to run down your chin. The sting of your wound didn’t phase you as your focus was entirely on appeasing your greedy, feral desires for Logan. You slipped into a wild, hyper focused state, completely losing track of time. You let out a deep sigh and let your body go through the aftershocks of your fourth or fifth orgasm in a row. Eventually, your eyes flutter open to a dark room, not noticing that the sun had set. You shift to your side and curl up, hands gripping at your knees. You wanted nothing more than to rest after what you just put your body through, and to take a break from your ever-racing, depraved thoughts of Logan having his way with you.

With an angry whimper you sit up and crawl out of bed. You grab the poor mangled pillow on the floor and throw it aggressively at the wall, tiny feathers exploding out like confetti. You wipe the sweat from your forehead and breathe heavily through gritted fangs. Your eye catches a tiny glint of light in the sky. The full moon. Your eyes narrow a bit. Typically, during the full moon phase, you found that your abilities were heightened slightly. That was the time you did most of your hunting. But you’ve never experienced a full moon quite like this. With this new… ability. Or rather, this new crushing desire to have Logan lick every inch of you and growl praises into your ear. You felt yourself twitch below. Sleep would be a futile effort. Hunting always helped calm you down during the full moon. You sneak out of your room, feeling almost sorry for whatever is about to stand in your way. Almost. Not quite.

You quietly slink into the woods, breathing in the fresh air. A comforting wave hits you at the familiar feeling of the crisp nighttime air on your skin. But the reprieve washes away as another angry pulse runs through you. You do a quick full body shake and head deeper into the woods.
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Logan pinched the bridge of his nose and let out an annoyed sigh. He hadn’t seen you all day and he hated to admit it, but he was worried about you. Did he take it too far… again? You were pretty drunk, maybe he should’ve just let you rest instead of…. He groans as he thinks about it. His face grows uncomfortably hot remembering your innocent expression as he licked between your legs... Thinking about the sweet taste of you on his tongue. Fuck. He was hard again.

He stands and makes his way to his bedroom door. He rests his knuckles against the door and stands there for quite some time deep in thought. He shook his head and let his hand slide onto the doorknob.

He roamed the halls trying to clear his mind. A small movement outside catches his attention. His eyes widen and he tilts his head slightly, moving closer to the window. He saw you looking around wearily as you walked into the forest. What were you doing out so late? He felt a pang in his chest. He let out a quick sigh and looked around. Why did he feel so nervous? If anything, you were the suspicious one right now, not him. Still, his heart fluttered ever so slightly as he made his way to the front entrance.
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It was a particularly chilly night, which felt nice against your burning skin. You slid your tongue along a fang, eyes wildly fixated on a small vole a few feet away. You slowly rose from the shrubbery and began crawling towards it, not making a sound, like a delicate panther in the night. Your pupils dilate and you get into position to pounce when a twig snaps behind you, scaring your prey. You whip around and growl angrily.

Logan takes a step back and raises his hands at you. “Woah… woah there.” He looks you up and down. “Are you okay? What are you doing out here-” He begins to say as he approaches. You lower yourself and take a step back growling loudly through your parted mouth. It stops Logan in his tracks. He hadn’t seen you like this since he first met you in that overgrown cabin. He feels himself shiver. “Hey, it’s freezing out. You’re gonna get sick out here dressed like that. Aren’t you cold?” He looks concerned for you. You had changed into a strappy tank top and athletic shorts. Any normal person would’ve gotten near frost bite by now. But you were burning up, wild, almost panicked.

You feel yourself swallow hard when the moon lights up Logan’s powerful, muscular body. His jacket sleeves were rolled up, allowing your eyes to run along the veins in his forearms. You begin to salivate uncontrollably. You couldn’t hold out any longer.

Logan takes a step back when you nearly pounce on him. He turns to the side slightly and you land past him on all fours. You quickly whip your head around. Your hair fell in front of your face, but your big, wild eyes were a prominent sign to Logan that something was up. You weren’t yourself right now. Had it not been for his incredible strength and near invulnerability, he might’ve even been a little afraid of you.

“Hey… What the hell’s gotten into you kid?” He looks you up and down. You ignore his question and slowly rise, eyes never leaving his body. You let out a quiet growl and approach him, clawed fingers twitching. Logan stands his ground. “Quit it with this weird shit, alright? You’re freaking me out here… We’re going inside, come on.” He takes a few steps forward and reaches for your wrist.

You slap his hand away and look at him with tears in your eyes. Your anger was one of the many things you found yourself losing control of. “I…” You begin to say quietly. You take a step back and press a hand to your forehead, squeezing your eyes in pain as a few tears drop to the ground. “Stay… away.” You barely manage to choke out.

“Yeah... Right. And let you freeze to death? Not gonna happen kid.” Logan says in a surprisingly serious tone. Your eyes were closed so you didn’t see him step forward, but soon enough you feel his tight grip on your wrist, and you’re yanked forward. You wriggle and fight against him.

You manage to slip out of his grip and let out a shrill cry as you slash your claws across his chest. Logan lets out a deep grunt and takes a step back. But he doesn’t return the attack. He looks at you with furrowed brows, breathing heavy clouds of vapor into the cold air. You look down at the blood staining your hand. Logan’s blood. You feel your legs go out and you fall to your knees. You begin to cry softly, burying your face in your hands.

Logan approaches you and slowly reaches down. When he touches your arm you swat him away, once again baring your claws and fangs, a terrified, confused look in your eyes. Logan says nothing and again reaches down, grabs your wrist and pulls you up. You let a pained cry slip into the thin air and try to escape his grasp. He darts his eyes to your free hand, and as you raise it, he grabs hold of it too. He squeezes you. Hard. Ensuring you won’t be able to break away and attack again. At first you thrash around wildly in his grip, whimpers and growls joining the chorus of crickets around you. But you exhaust yourself soon enough. Even with the full moon, Logan was far bigger and stronger than you. You let your head drop. Your knees are shaking so much you can barely stand.

His grip doesn’t loosen. He briefly takes note of how hot your skin was. It was freezing out, but you were burning up in his hands. He gives you a good shake or two. “The hell is wrong with you!?” He growls. He stares you down angrily, but his expression softens when you slowly raise your head. Your face was pink, eyes glazed over like you were looking through him, not at him. Your lips part and you slowly lick one of your bottom fangs. Logan feels himself twitch below. “God dammit kid…” He mutters, further tightening his grip on you. “Enough!” He releases his grip and brings one hand around your back and the other under your legs to scoop you up, holding you close to his chest. Your eyes widen briefly but you feel your body sink submissively into his arms. You close your eyes tightly and hope he doesn’t feel you shaking.
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You open your eyes when you feel him start to set you down. You don’t recognize the room. It’s similar to your dorm room but a little bigger, and messier. The smell of cigar smoke is overpowering. You hear him lock the door and you turn to face him. He looks you up and down briefly then stares down at the floor and takes a deep breath before letting out a long sigh. He nods past you, and you turn and see his bed. “Sit.” You hear him say. You whip back around. His face is a shade pinker. “On the bed. Sit.” He says again. Your shaking only intensifies as you slowly walk to his bed and take a seat on the very edge. Your eyes dart to your lap and you fidget with your claws nervously.

You hear the clack of his boots on the wood as he approaches. You’re sure your heart is going to leap out of your chest. You let out a barely audible growl when he sits next to you. “I… wanna help you.” Logan says in a deep, gravelly voice. You struggle to swallow the lump in your throat. You see his hand approach you out of the corner of your eye and you let a soft growl build up in your chest. As he slowly places his hand on your thigh you feel every hair on your body stand on end. His hand leaves your thigh and plants itself under your chin, forcing you to face him. Your vision goes blurry, and you feel your skin grow hotter. It’s almost painful. You bite your lip and avoid his gaze. His hand shifts to the side of your neck as he leans in for a deep, intimate kiss. You tense up and grip your thighs. He pulls away slowly. “I know that look…” He tucks your hair behind your ear. “I can take care of you.”

Your eyes shoot up to meet his, your face completely pink. He has you totally figured out. There was no hiding it anymore. You were in heat, and he knew it. He could smell it on you. He stands and removes his jacket to reveal his dangerously tight shirt. His short sleeves can barely fit around his veiny biceps. You begin to squirm. Your eyes follow him and dart over his body desperately as he walks around the other side of the bed. You could feel yourself growing hungrier. He sat on the bed and leaned his back against the headboard. He raised an eyebrow slightly and gave you a nod for you to come to him. You shakily stand, fidget with your hands for a moment then slowly climb onto the bed. “C’mere. Sit.” He orders softly. You crawl onto his lap, your shins pressed into the sheets on either side of him. He was already hard beneath his sweatpants. You let out a soft groan as he slid his hands under your shirt to explore your lower back, down your waist, down your legs, then traveling back up to rest under your butt, which he caresses tenderly with his thumbs.

“You’re really beautiful, ya know that?” He whispers out, noticing the goosebumps that begin to rise on your body. You nearly begin to pant, and your hips begin to move but you fight with them to stay still. He sees you struggling and cracks a smirk. “Keep going…” He slides his hand along your leg, back and forth, guiding you. His other hand moves to the back of your neck, bringing you forward to meet his lips. You hold your chest just above his with your hands, your claws poke at his clavicles. He doesn’t seem to mind as he groans quietly into your mouth. The hand on your neck moves to your chest. He caresses you with his thumb and gives you a few gentle squeezes.

He breaks the kiss and takes you by your arms to sit you upright. His eyes burn a hole in your shirt and with a growl he rips your shirt apart. His sudden action startles you and you yelp, bringing your arms to cover your chest. Your blood reaches its boiling point. He takes your wrists and lowers them. You look down and squirm around on top of him, his hard dick rubbing up against you, causing the nerves between your legs to light up. Your whole body begins to wriggle, your shoulders and back arching and contracting, head rolling back. Logan blinks at you, and you thought you heard him whisper something. You feel one of his hands slip under your bra. Your sensitive nipples grow hard in his hands. Be brushes a calloused thumb across you and you whimper submissively, shakily grappling at his wrist. His other hand snakes its way down through the top of your shorts. Logan’s eyes widen for a moment feeling the impressive wetness below. His fingers spread you open and be briefly brushes against your sensitive spot of nerves before slipping a finger in, rather easily. You choke out a groan and press your tongue against your growing fangs. He replies with a satisfied growl. You ride his hand, and he slips in another finger. Lewd, wet squelching sounds and heavy breathing fill the quiet air. You feel yourself about to come and bury your face in his neck. He allows his fingers to slip in deeper and you let out a pathetic whimper. “Don’t cum yet. We’re not done.” He whispers, caressing your head with his free hand. You feel yourself tighten around his fingers. “Mmhmm.” You can barely speak.

You notice his deep, alluring scent. It stirs a depraved hunger in you. You feel your teeth grow wet and they begin to ache. You shakily lick his neck. His fingers spread you further, and he grinds the base of his palm against the sensitive spot below. A desperate cry of pleasure leaks from your drooling mouth and you abruptly sink your fangs into his shoulder. Logan recoils slightly. As your fangs sink in you feel a pulse of electricity zip through your body. A sort of panicked frenzy takes over. You try to fight it, but your vision goes hazy as you sink in deeper, mouth lighting up at the arousal from its fullness.

“Ah! Fuck. Lupa-” He groans, in equal parts pain and pleasure.

You fight every cell in your body that wants to chomp further. What was happening to you? You didn’t want to hurt him, but your body was acting of its own accord. You appease your yearning by digging your claws into the sheets and whimpering pathetically into Logan’s shoulder. You use your last bit of strength to shakily loosen your jaw. You hear Logan panting quickly and feel him remove his fingers from you and begin weaving them through your hair.

He wraps the ends around his fist and pulls you back. You release with a shaky sigh and nudge forward once or twice, feverishly wanting more. Logan winces a little as he pulls you off, but his eyes go wild at the sight of you. Your dazed eyes are half open and your tongue lops out of your mouth messily as you pant like an injured animal. Drool forms at the tip of your tongue, and as you let out another whimper, it drips onto your chest. “Jesus…” He says nearly breathless. “You really are an animal, huh kid?” He stares at your blood-stained lips. You swallow loudly and fail to keep yourself propped up. You slump down and your neck cranes to the side as the only thing holding you up is Logan’s tight grip on your hair. He slowly releases you and you fall forward, forearms resting on his thighs, face between his legs. Your gaze meets the hard bulge pressing beneath his sweatpants. You lean forward and nuzzle your mouth against it, taking in his delicious scent. You let out a little groan as you slide your face up and down, moving your top lip up and exposing your hungry fangs. You needed something else to fill your mouth.

He tugs you back a little and you blink up at him, mouth parted, tongue popping in and out, panting like a hungry dog. A tear runs down the side of your face. “Logan…” You moan out. You see him jolt subtly. He releases you. “Get up.” You sit up and allow him to slide off the bed. He kicks off his shoes and slowly removes his shirt. You grip the sheets, and you focus frantically on his strong back muscles, another moan forming in your throat. He sits back on the bed with you between his spread thighs. His cock was practically bursting through his pants. You stare at it and kneed your claws into the sheets, little whimpers escaping you.

He sees the look in your eyes and uses his thumbs to lower his pants and briefs, releasing himself from his confines. It was somehow even bigger than it looked under his clothes. It twitched a little when Logan saw how entranced you were. He whispers your name. You look up at him with heavy eyelids and a greedy, open mouth. He nods towards his groin, giving you permission. “Lick it.” You lower yourself between his legs. Your tongue leaves your lips and meets him. You lick, ever so slowly, all the way from base to tip. Logan lets out a satisfied groan and brings an arm to his mouth, embarrassed by his vulnerable noises. You repeat the motion that seemed to please him and feel a hand grip the back of your head, guiding you to take him in your mouth.

Your tongue slides around the head and slowly travels lower as he guides you down. You bob back up for a moment before lowering again, taking him in full. You gag a little as you come back up and grip both of his thighs to steady yourself. You blink a little as tears start to form on your eyes and a trail of drool leaks out of your mouth traveling down his hard member. The lubrication helps him slip back into your throat and you moan against him as the tempo increases. He stifles more moans and leans back against the headboard. He twitches further in your mouth, causing a new wave of hunger. You swallow a little and graze a fang along his skin.

Logan winces and sucks in some air. He grips your hair again and pulls you off him, his dick flopping out of your mouth with a lewd pop. Your eyes never leave it as he speaks. “Hey. Watch the teeth, Bitey.”

His words pass right through you. He releases you and you greedily return him into your mouth. You dig your claws into his thighs and moan against him, feeling your whole body begin to tingle. Drool leaks out of your mouth between squelches as you move up and down. You furrow your brow and squeeze your eyes tightly, losing your grip on reality. Your sweat-covered palms slip against Logan’s thighs, and you lose your hold on him, your sharp fangs once again nicking him.

He lets out a pained grunt and pulls you off him, less gently than before. In a single move shoves you forward and moves behind you, grabbing your arms and pinning them behind your back. Your face presses hard into the pillow and you turn to the side, barely able to see Logan’s strong, dominating form behind you. Your backend presses up against his groin and you feel a hardness rub against your shorts. He switches his grip to hold both of your wrists with one hand, the other sneaking its way to your face. He rubs his fingers against your lips, swiping a finger against your exposed fang. “Open.” He orders as he helps you open your mouth, stretching it as far as goes.

Your eyes widen when his fingers fill your mouth, running along your tongue, tracing against your gums and your aching teeth. He leans down, pressing his hard crotch against you and bringing his lips right next to your ear. “No biting.” He commands in a soft whisper. You squirm around in a panic, your open mouth letting every pathic whimper and moan leak out effortlessly. His grip on your wrists loosens and you feel him pull your shorts down, taking your underwear along with it. He slides his hand down your back, finding its way between your legs, and massages your exposed delicate area in rough circles.

You let out a high-pitched cry and wriggle around. You can’t help but bite down on his fingers. Logan freezes, revealing how he plans to punish you. You feel a painful throbbing below at the lack of moment. “Want me to keep going?” He leans down and you feel his hot breath in your ear. “Then no biting.” You let out a truly pathetic groan, allowing the large pool of saliva forming in your open mouth to leak past Logan’s fingers. You shakily give a nod and loosen your teeth. Logan resumes massaging you from behind and when your wetness covers his hand completely, he slides two fingers in. You shudder and moan, your mouth twitching, shoulders moving around uncomfortably.

You obey his command and fight the urge to bite down. His fingers explore you deeper on both ends. You gag slightly and let more drool leak out of your mouth as you moan. “That’s it… Good girl.” He praises as he slides his fingers out of you from behind. You feel a pressure between your legs. He teases you by just barely pushing himself inside you, then out again. You let out a wild growl and try to move your hips back to bring him inside you.

He glides his thumb along the front of your teeth before slowly slipping himself inside you from behind. Your jaw aches and twitches and your eyes roll back. Your spine dips, pressing your stomach against the sheets. He slips his fingers out of your mouth and rests his hand on your hips. His other hand presses down on your upper back, forcing your rear higher. He slides all the way in before slowly slipping almost completely out. Luckily his fingers are out of your mouth as you ravenously bite down on the pillow in front of you.

“Ah- Ahh… Good. Very good girl.” You barely hear him over your stifled, lewd moans. He gradually increases his tempo. You shakily prop yourself up on your forearms, creating a space below for your boobs to bounce rapidly. He gives you a quick slap on the ass and brings the other hand down to cup your chest, rubbing a thumb against your sensitive, erect nipple. You lean your head back, letting a mix of saliva and groans spill out of you.

Logan brings his hands down to grip on your hips tightly. Pleasurable groans and grunts forcing themselves out of him. You feel a warm release inside of you. His breath hitches and he lets out a desperate moan, leaning forward, gripping the sheets on either side of your small body. The sound of his raspy moan in your ear sends you over the edge and you feel a warm jolt through your body as you finish as well, further tightening around him.

You both stay in that position for a minute or two. Logan jolts through the aftershocks and you feel his hot cum begin to push its way out of you, running down your leg. You lower your head to rest against the pillow and struggle to catch your breath. He slowly sits up, sliding his hands down your back and eventually pulls himself out of you, allowing more of the warm liquid to spill out and run down your quivering thighs. You feel so empty, exhausted, completely drunk on Logan’s pheromones. A happy glow spreads across your face.

Logan gently helps you lay on your side and lays beside you. He brushes the hair out of your face and glides a thumb across your bottom lip. He gives you a satisfied smirk and leans in for a slow, deep kiss. “That’s my girl.” He breathes into you.