The Hunters and the Hunted Ch. 03

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she realized that Viktor was cumming, too. Pulsing, throbbing, squirting his hot seed deep in ass, but not completely tying like he had the last time. He kept on thrusting and driving her absolutely insane. After awhile, though, he slowed to a stop.

"AAARRRGGGHHHHHH!!"

Skye cried out into the night as Viktor abruptly pulled out of her ass, popping his partial knot out with no kindness or preparation for it.

"Hnfff... hnff... hnff..." she panted, trying to get her breath and her trembling body back under control.

"AAIIIEEEEE!!" she screamed again as this time, he drove his cock into her pussy. He stopped at the knot – it wouldn't fit through, without severely hurting her. The rest of him, though, was way past her cervix and filling her to the bursting point while his knot had swelled back to its maximum size.

Okay, so I have a stopper, he thought as he began pumping again. It was nice to be in full control of his faculties no matter which form he was in, or the effects of the moon, or the pheromones. I'm going to make this Bitch cum until she passes out.

"Sister, dear," Viktor spoke calmly and precisely, even while pounding the hell out of Skye. "Why don't you shift and do Angelo? I can smell his desire from here, despite this hot bitch's essence flooding all over us. He really needs to bury his cock in you."

"A capital idea, Brother, dear," Trudy smiled. "Angelo, unhook yourself and get your ass over here and sit on the couch."

Startled out of his voyeuristic reverie by suddenly being included in the action, Angelo did as instructed and shortly after he sat down, Trudy slipped off the couch and knelt between his thighs, gently stroking his manhood. To Angelo, she was sexier than hell and it didn't take long before he started coming up again. Trudy waiting until she had him fairly well up before looking up at him and fixing him with her gaze. Then she began to shift.

Angelo stared in shock, horror, fascination, excitement, raw fear, lust... all of the above as the woman kneeling before him began to change – still stroking his cock.

Sandy blonde fur exuded all over Trudy's skin while her legs, arms and hands all began to distort a little, becoming more wolf-like. Her face and head changed shape slightly, pushing her nose out and her ears up, her emerald green eyes now shifting to that electric yellow-green he'd seen before. Her breasts emerged, just like last night, and her fangs grew until they were noticeable. And a shaggy blonde tail pushed out from the base of her spine.

When her shapeshifting had settled down, she looked at Angelo with those mesmerizing eyes, then went down on him, keeping his cock between her fangs and using her long tongue to reach out and cup his balls, swirling and licking them while she sucked him far back into her throat.

Angelo almost had a heart attack. Watching a creature with large, nasty fangs bite your cock can do that to you. But there wasn't pain... just pleasure.

And she was very, very good at what she did. Even to a guy so terrified, he was on the edge of soiling himself.

Keep it together, keep it together, keep it together, he kept telling himself as the fear subsided a bit and the hedonism took over. She doesn't want me dead, yet, she wants to get laid... she doesn't want me dead, yet, she wants to get laid...

In a fair approximation of the milking machine, but warm and wet instead, Trudy's ministrations insisted that Angelo's body respond, regardless of his opinion. As he felt the physical take over, he made what he considered the smart choice – he went with it, determined to enjoy it. And it didn't take her talented, slithery tongue very long to coax the next orgasm from him. He blew rope after rope of his hot seed down her throat as she held him in deep, using her tongue to lick his balls as he emptied them.

Trudy sat back, letting go of his shrinking cock and smacking her lips. "Perfect," she smiled at him. "I'll give you a couple of minutes before you screw my brains out."

A couple of minutes??? Angelo thought. You've got to be kidding!!

"Um, Trudy?..."

"Don't worry about it, Angelo," she smiled that wolfey grin. "You'll be back in action soon. Our pheromones have a powerful influence on humans, and our meta abilities help, too. Hang around us for a weekend and you'll cum more that you normally would in a month, even for a healthy young man like yourself. Believe me."

"Give me a thirteen-year-old and he'd die happy, from dehydration. But the authorities don't look kindly on involving anyone under the age of eighteen, so that sort of makes it moot," she remarked offhandedly. "You're significantly older than that, and a lot more fun. And you don't cum before I can get you in the car."

"Don't be too sure about that," Angelo muttered, and Trudy laughed.

"Well, let's see how this Bad Boy is doing..." she offered, leaning forward and licking his entire genital area, sucking at his half-hard penis.

Being licked and sucked by a werewolf bitch had to be the weirdest encounter Angelo had ever had, bar none. And right then, he didn't give a shit. Trudy felt so amazingly good, he would have done anything she asked him. Anything. Literally.

When Trudy was satisfied she had Angelo stiff enough to fuck, she got down on all fours and proffered her pudenda to him, flagging her tail out of the way.

"Stick your cock in my cunny, Angelo," she told him and waited while he complied. Like before, she was hot and wet and wonderful. When he'd buried himself as deep as he could get and started rocking, she went on.

"Want to see something else I can do?" she asked, innocently enough.

"Sure," Angelo told her without even thinking what kind of something it might be.

"I can make you swell," Trudy told him, and let loose a combination of her meta and her pheromones. To Angelo's surprise, he suddenly felt like Trudy's pussy was way tight... much tighter than it had been. So either she'd clamped down hard, or he'd...

"Now you're filling me up, Stud," she told him. "Keep fucking me until I'm ready to cum and you'll find out the next trick..."

Angelo wasn't sure what to think. In fact, he wasn't sure thinking was required at all. Fucking was. Lots of it. Deep and steady and hard. Trudy's moans as she cranked up were testament to his ability to follow instructions.

Trudy's moans were beginning to shift to her howl – the one that started like a low growl then increased in volume and pitch until she sounded like an air-raid siren. Angelo knew she was going to go over, so he grabbed her hips tightly and hung on for dear life. With a series of chuffs, he felt her clamp down on him even tighter and knew it was a massive cum. And again, he felt a very strange thing happening. He felt like he was growing again – impossibly so – and his balls swelled and pulled up with another miraculous load so that when he came, he felt like he was pumping a gallon of his hot seed into her in long, hard, steady ropes which just wouldn't quit.

Angelo tried to shift position to take some of the strain off his back and legs, and discovered he couldn't move much. Trudy had him very strongly locked into her. As he settled in for the long haul, he leaned forward and tentatively put his hands on Trudy's back and butt for support.

"You aren't built like a wolf, Angelo," she managed to mutter between ragged breaths. "You can't flip over for the tie. So just lean forward and put your weight on me... believe me, I can take it. Eventually you'll go down and you'll be able to slip out."

"Eventually what?" Angelo asked, not sure if he'd heard her right.

"Eventually, you'll go down," Trudy iterated. "Your knot. I told you I had another trick. Not only can I make you swell, I can make you knot like a wolf. You're locked into me, Big Boy... you'll just have to wait it out. Oh... and you'll probably keep cumming occasionally until the knot wears off. Just so you know."

Angelo's head was spinning. Knot? What the fuck is with that? he wondered as his exhausted body decided to take Trudy's advice and lie down against her back. He was definitely stuck in her. Watching her change in front of him had been way out-there weird. Being stuck in her cunt because she'd shapeshifted his cock was beyond weird. He didn't even want to think about the idea that it might have been him that did it to himself and not her. And as he wondered, every once in awhile another spasm would wrack his cock and he'd feel himself shoot more cum into Trudy.

About the time Viktor was easing out of Skye and letting her collapse in a massive pool of wolf-cum that gushed out of her, Angelo felt as if the swelling had gone down enough for him to withdraw. When he did, Trudy gushed a massive pool of cum also, but Angelo wasn't looking at that. He was looking at his cock.

Which at the moment didn't look anything like what he remembered it looking like. He was swollen to nearly twice his girth, at least half again as long and had a huge, bulbous protrusion ringing his shaft about a third up from his abdomen. And it was all red and pink and splotchy.

"God, I hope this isn't permanent... is it?" he asked, causing Skye to look over at him.

"Oh, my God, you're one of them!" she exclaimed.

"No, my dear, actually he's not," Viktor corrected her. "He's just experiencing the effects of one of our abilities – to impart wolf-like traits to a human. Just like, you are currently lactating. It isn't permanent and will go away over the next hour or so."

"I'm currently what?" Skye asked in surprise, rising from the pool of cum to squeeze one of her tits and to be amazed when milk sprayed forth.

"It is a transient effect and you'll become used to it over time," Trudy added. "If it helps at all, think of it as if we were casting a 'magic spell' over you to cause you to temporarily take on some of our traits. Please believe me... you'll be fine."

While Angelo and Skye were contemplating their newly altered bodies, there was soft crystal chime that rang through the air.

"Come," Viktor called out and the two humans were surprised to see another "intermediate form" werewolf enter, this one a little smaller and a darker blonde that Trudy, but still definitely female. She was carrying an envelope in her paw, or hand, and walked up to Viktor, handing it to him.

"Thank you, Coeruleus," Viktor told her. "Wait for a moment, would you?" Sera stood nearby, looking at the humans with idle curiosity while Viktor opened the letter.

"Oh, fuck..." were the next words out of his mouth.

"What?" Trudy asked starting to move towards him.

"Father is coming, and he's bringing a bunch of the Clan," Viktor told her grimly, handing her the letter. "Apparently, we're hosting the Full."

"But that's tomorrow night!" Trudy exclaimed, snatching the letter and looking through it.

Brother and sister looked at one another and said in perfect unison, "Well... shit!"