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By sdb2025
Wife Crystal discovers her husbands new primal nature.
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“You’re sure you’re okay?” Crystal’s voice echoed in the quiet house, the TV in the living room providing the only background noise. She peered into the kitchen, watching her husband Stacy, who was standing by the sink, his broad back to her.
He nodded, not turning around. “Yeah, I’m fine, just tired,” he mumbled, his deep voice strained. Crystal noticed the tension in his shoulders, his shirt stretching over his muscular frame. He was definitely more tired than usual after his walk in the woods today, but she didn’t press the issue.
Walking over, she wrapped her arms around his waist, feeling the warmth of his body and the gentle rise and fall of his chest. His skin was unusually warm, almost feverish. She leaned in, her nose brushing against his neck, inhaling his scent, which was now mixed with something… wild. It sent a shiver down her spine. “What happened out there today?” she asked, her voice soft and tentative.
Stacy’s body stiffened, and he took a deep breath before speaking. “I… I don’t know. Something bit me I think.” He turned to face her, his eyes a piercing amber, the pupils narrowed into slits. Crystal gasped, taking a step back. His teeth were longer, sharper than before. “But it’s okay,” he said, his voice low and soothing, trying to ease her fear. “It’s just a bit of an… adjustment.”
Her heart pounded in her chest as she took in his new form. His body was more muscular, his skin beginning to cover itself in a thick layer of fur that shimmered in the kitchen lights. His hands had transformed into paws with claws, and his nose was slightly elongated, sniffing the air as if searching for something. Despite the fear, there was a spark of curiosity in her eyes.
Stacy stepped closer, his movements calculated and precise. He could feel the beast within him, urging him to claim her, but he held back. “I won’t hurt you,” he whispered, his voice a mix of the man she knew and the creature he had become. Crystal’s breath hitched as she felt the heat radiating from his body.
Her eyes traveled over his transformed form, noticing the way his fur rippled with his every move. The power he now exuded was undeniable. She felt both terrified and aroused by the sight of him. “What is happening to you?” she managed to ask, her voice quivering.
Stacy reached out a fur-covered hand, his claws retracting slightly. “It’s alright,” he said gently, “I’ve become a werewolf.” Crystal’s eyes widened, her mind racing with thoughts of the myths and legends she had heard about these creatures. She looked into his amber eyes, searching for the man she loved, and found him staring back at her, the same love and care reflected in his gaze.
He took another step closer, and she could feel the warmth of his breath against her cheek. She trembled, not sure if it was from fear or excitement. Stacy noticed her reaction and took another step back, giving her space. “I know this is a lot to take in,” he murmured, “but I need you to know that I still love you, more than ever.”
Crystal swallowed hard, trying to compose herself. She knew that her husband would never hurt her, but the creature before her was something else entirely. Yet, she couldn’t deny the way her body responded to his presence. “What does this mean for us?” she asked, her voice shaking slightly.
Stacy took a deep, steadying breath and let it out slowly. “It means we’ll have to adapt,” he said, his voice still a gentle rumble. “But I promise you, I will always be here for you, no matter what.” His eyes searched hers, looking for understanding, for acceptance. Crystal felt her fear slowly morphing into something else, something that made her heart race and her core ache.
The air in the kitchen grew thick with tension, a dance of desire and fear playing out between them. Stacy’s pupils dilated as he watched her, his nostrils flaring as he took in her scent. He could sense the shift in her emotions, the way her arousal mingled with her fear. He knew she was attracted to his new form, despite her apprehension.
Crystal’s hand hovered in the space between them, unsure of what to do. She took a deep breath and reached out, her fingertips brushing against the soft fur on his chest. It was unlike anything she had ever felt, a thrilling combination of animal and man. He didn’t flinch, instead leaning into her touch, his eyes never leaving hers.
Her hand moved lower, tracing the line of his abs, which were now more defined, the fur giving way to the smooth, taut skin of his stomach. She felt the heat from his body, and it was intoxicating. The werewolf within him was powerful, and she found herself drawn to it, despite her better judgment.
“Do you still want me, baby?” Stacy’s voice was a growl, a deep, guttural sound that sent a thrill through her body. She nodded, unable to find the words to express the tumult of emotions within her.
With a gentle touch, he cupped her chin, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. His thumb brushed against her lower lip, and she gasped, feeling the roughness of his fur against her skin. He leaned in, his breath hot and heavy as it brushed against her neck, making her pulse race even faster.
“I need you to say it,” he urged, his voice a low rumble. “Do you want me, baby?”
Crystal’s heart was hammering in her chest, but she found her voice. “Yes,” she whispered, the word barely audible. “Yes, I want you.”
Stacy’s eyes flared with hunger, but he held back, savoring the moment. He knew he had to be careful with her, to take his time and not scare her away. He leaned down, his nose nuzzling against her neck, inhaling her sweet scent. His tongue flicked out, tasting the salty sweetness of her skin, and she shivered, a soft moan escaping her lips.
As he continued to explore her body with his mouth, Crystal’s hand moved lower, finding the one part of him that remained unchanged – his cock. She found it hiding behind the rough fabric of his jeans, bulging with anticipation of her touch, Sh rested her palm againg the throbbing bulge feeling the heat of him emanating from within.
Crystal’s eyes never left Stacy’s face, watching his reaction, looking for any sign that she was pushing too far. His jaw clenched, and his eyes snapped open, his gaze locking onto hers. “You want to see it?” he asked, his voice thick with lust. She nodded, her mouth dry with anticipation.
Stacy stepped back, his clawed hands going to the buckle of his pants. With a swift motion, he unbuttoned his fly and pushed them down, revealing his erect cock. It was massive, the fur from his thighs framing it like a wild crown. The head was a dark, angry shade of dark purple, and it throbbed with each beat of his heart. Crystal’s eyes widened, and she licked her lips involuntarily.
It stood tall and proud, free of fur, a velvety pillar of need that seemed to pulse in time with her racing heart. It was longer and thicker than she remembered, the soft skin stretched tight over the hardened length.
Her fingertips traced the veins that bulged along the shaft, feeling the heat of his desire. She wrapped her hand around him, gasping at the newfound girth. His breath hitched, and he groaned, his eyes closing briefly as she began to stroke him with a gentle yet firm grip. The sensation was overwhelming, and she could feel her own arousal building with each stroke.
“You’re so beautiful,” she murmured, her hand moving to her own chest, where her heart was pounding. Stacy’s chest rumbled with a low growl of appreciation, and he took a step closer, his claws clicking against the tiles as he approached her. He reached out, his fur-covered hand tracing the curve of her waist before sliding up to cup her plump breast.
Her nipples hardened under his touch, and she watched with bated breath as his thumb brushed over the sensitive peak. He leaned in, his warm breath ghosting over her skin, and she could feel his desire, his need for her, growing stronger by the second. Crystal’s eyes fell to his cock, the fur surrounding it made it seem even more primal and enticing. She took a step forward, her hand moving to touch him.
Stacy groaned, the sound animalistic and raw, as she wrapped her hand around his girth. His fur was soft against her palm, a stark contrast to the steel-like hardness of his shaft. She began to stroke him, her movements tentative at first but growing more confident as he responded with low, guttural noises of pleasure.
Her eyes never left his face, watching the transformation from man to beast as he lost himself in the sensation. His pupils dilated, his teeth bared in a snarl of pleasure that was both terrifying and incredibly erotic. Crystal felt her own body respond, her arousal soaking through her panties as she watched him.
Stacy’s hand moved to the hem of her shirt, his claws retracting as he peeled the fabric up and over her head. Her breasts bounced free, the pale skin contrasting with the dark areolae that surrounded her hardened nipples. He took a moment to appreciate the beauty of her body, the way her plump breasts begged for his touch, the soft jiggle that made his mouth water.
With a gentle tug, he pulled her closer, his fur brushing against her skin, sending goosebumps racing across her flesh. His mouth found her neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin before his tongue darted out to soothe the path he’d made. Crystal’s breath hitched, her hand tightening around his cock.
He kissed her collarbone, the fur around his mouth tickling her sensitive skin. She felt a drop of saliva fall from his tongue, and she knew he was fighting his instincts to mark her. His hand moved to cover hers, guiding her in a more demanding rhythm that had her core clenching in response.
Stacy’s other hand moved to her back, his claws digging in just enough to remind her of his newfound power without breaking the skin. He massaged her soft flesh, moving closer until their bodies were flush against one another. The fur on his chest brushed against her erect nipples, sending waves of pleasure through her body.
He reached down, his claws retracting as his human-like hand found the button of her pants. With trembling fingers, he unbuttoned them, the sound echoing in the tense silence of the room. Crystal’s breath caught as he slid the zipper down, the anticipation building within her. His furry hand slipped inside, his claws retracted but the promise of his animalistic nature still present.
Her pants fell to her ankles, and she stepped out of them, leaving her in nothing but a drenched pair of panties. Stacy’s eyes took in the sight of her, his hunger growing. Her plump thighs begged for his touch, and the scent of her arousal filled the room. He knelt before her, his nose level with the damp fabric.
With a flick of his tongue, he tasted her through the fabric, making her gasp. Then, with a quick, decisive move, he bit down on the waistband of her panties, the fabric ripping away from her body with a satisfying sound. Crystal’s eyes went wide with shock and excitement, and she felt a thrill run through her as she watched him discard the tattered remains.
Her bare pussy was now exposed to him, and he took a moment to drink in the sight. It was swollen with need, the plump, pink folds glistening with desire. He nuzzled against her, his nose pushing the wetness aside, his tongue seeking out her clit. The sensation was electric, and she threw her head back, her hand tightening around his fur-covered skull.
He licked and teased, exploring the contours of her sex with a hunger that was both animalistic and tender. Crystal’s legs trembled, and she leaned against the counter for support, her breath coming in ragged gasps as he brought her closer and closer to the edge. Stacy’s tongue was skilled, despite his new form, and she could feel the tension coiling in her belly.
Her hips began to rock against his face, her body desperate for more. Stacy took the hint, sliding his tongue deeper into her folds, tasting her sweetness. He found her clit again, this time suckling it gently, and Crystal’s knees buckled. She moaned loudly, her hand moving to grip the fur at the base of his neck, her nails digging in slightly. He growled in approval, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through her.
Her orgasm washed over her, making her entire body spasm as she rode the wave of ecstasy. Stacy didn’t stop, continuing to lick and suck until she was whimpering for mercy, her legs quivering from the overwhelming sensations. When he finally pulled back, she was left panting, her pussy throbbing with pleasure.
He stood, his furry hand reaching down to help her up. She took it, her eyes glazed with lust as she met his amber gaze. “Now it’s your turn,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. Stacy nodded, his cock standing at full attention.
With trembling hands, Crystal reached out and stroked the fur-covered length of his shaft. It twitched under her touch, and she felt a thrill of power. She knew he was holding back, being gentle with her, but she didn’t want that anymore. She wanted the wildness, the raw passion that she knew he was capable of.
“Take me,” she murmured, her voice a soft command that made his ears perk up. Stacy’s eyes flashed, and he scooped her up into his arms, her naked body cradled against his fur. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever experienced, a mix of warmth and roughness that sent shivers down her spine.
He carried her into the living room, the TV playing some mindless show that neither of them were watching. The couch looked inviting, and Stacy laid her down gently, his furry form looming over her. Crystal reached up, her hand finding his cock once more. She stroked him, her movements more assured now, her fear replaced with a fiery need that burned through her veins.
Looking up at him, she licked her lips, her eyes never leaving his. “I want to taste you,” she said, her voice a sultry whisper. Stacy’s eyes darkened with lust, and he groaned, the sound deep and animalistic. He leaned down, his cock brushing against her cheek as he positioned himself over her face.
Crystal opened her mouth, her tongue flicking out to taste the pre-cum that beaded at the tip. It was musky and salty, a flavor that was entirely new to her but one that she found herself craving more of. She took him into her mouth, her eyes closing in pleasure as she felt him pulse against her tongue.
Stacy’s growl was one of pure, primal satisfaction as she began to suck, her cheeks hollowing as she took him deeper. The fur around his cock was soft and warm, adding an extra layer of sensation to the act. Crystal’s hand moved to cup his heavy balls, her thumb rolling them gently as she took more and more of his length into her mouth.
The taste of him was unlike anything she had ever experienced, a heady mix of musk and salt that had her craving more. His cock felt enormous in her mouth, a hot, fiery presence that stretched her lips and filled her throat. It was hard, so hard, and yet the smoothness of his skin was a stark contrast to the fur that covered the rest of his body.
Crystal’s eyes watered with the effort, but she didn’t stop, not even for a moment. She sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing out as she took more and more of his length. She could feel his furry thighs tremble, his muscles tense with the effort to hold back. Stacy’s hands were in her hair now, guiding her, his claws retracted but the grip firm and unyielding.
Her hand moved faster, her strokes matching the rhythm of her mouth. The head of his cock hit the back of her throat, and she gagged slightly, the sensation both thrilling and terrifying. But she didn’t stop, didn’t pull away. Instead, she pushed herself to take more, to give him everything he needed.
Stacy’s hips began to buck, his movements growing more erratic as he approached his climax. Crystal could feel his cock swell even further, the veins bulging as he fucked her mouth. The fur on his thighs brushed against her cheeks, and she knew that he was close. She moaned around him, the sound muffled but no less intense, her own desire building once more.
Finally, unable to hold back any longer, Stacy pulled out, his cock glistening with her saliva. He hovered over her, his eyes wild with need. Crystal’s body was a canvas of desire, her skin flushed and her breathing ragged. “Please,” she whispered, “I need you inside me.”
With a growl that was half-human, half-beast, Stacy positioned himself between her thighs. He was careful not to let his claws graze her delicate skin as he lined himself up with her slick opening. Crystal watched as he pushed in, inch by inch, the fur around his cock brushing against her sensitive folds. The stretch was intense, a mix of pain and pleasure that had her eyes rolling back in her head.
He took his time, his movements deliberate and measured, giving her body time to adjust to his new size. She felt filled, claimed in a way she had never been before. The fur on his thighs tickled her skin, a stark reminder of his transformation, but it only served to heighten her arousal.
Looking down, Crystal watched in awe as his massive, fur-covered cock slid in and out of her, the plump mushroom head disappearing into her tight, puffy pussy. Each stroke was a masterpiece of pleasure, his fur brushing against her thighs as he moved, creating a friction that was both soothing and electrifying.
Stacy took his time, savoring every inch of her, every quiver of her body, every gasp that fell from her lips. The way her breasts bounced with each thrust, her nipples tight and begging for his touch, only added to the beauty of the moment. He reached down, his clawed hand cupping one, his thumb flicking the sensitive peak as he drove into her.
Crystal’s eyes rolled back in pleasure, her mouth forming a silent scream as she felt the pressure building. Stacy leaned in, his teeth grazing the soft mound of flesh before his mouth closed over her nipple, his fangs barely touching the sensitive skin. He bit down softly, the gentle pressure sending a bolt of pleasure through her body that had her arching off the couch.
Her nails raked down his back, urging him to go faster, to fuck her harder. But Stacy was in no rush, enjoying the way she writhed beneath him, begging for more. He took his time, his strokes long and deep, each one pushing her closer to the edge without sending her over. She was his to savor, and he was going to make sure she knew it.
Her pussy was soaking wet, the sound of his fur sliding against her skin echoing through the room. The scent of her arousal was intoxicating, making his cock throb with need. He leaned in, his teeth grazing her neck, feeling the pulse of her blood beneath the surface. He wanted to bite, to claim her as his mate, but he held back, knowing she wasn’t ready for that.
With a low growl, Stacy pulled out of her, flipping her over so she was on her hands and knees, her plump ass in the air. Crystal’s heart raced with a mix of excitement and trepidation as she felt his furry hands grip her hips, his claws digging in just enough to leave a faint mark. He positioned his cock at her entrance again, the fur around it now matted with her juices.
With one powerful thrust, he slammed into her, filling her completely. Crystal’s eyes squeezed shut, a scream of pleasure ripping from her throat as she felt herself stretch to accommodate his massive size. The fur on his thighs brushed against her ass, a constant reminder of his beastly form, and it only served to excite her further.
He sped up his assault, his hips moving like a piston as he claimed her body. The fur of his cock sliding in and out of her with a wet, sucking sound that filled the room. Crystal could feel herself losing control, her body moving instinctively to meet his every thrust. Her pussy clenched around him, trying to pull him in deeper, and she knew she was close to the edge.
Stacy’s grip on her hips tightened, his claws leaving red trails on her skin, not deep enough to break it, but enough to leave a reminder of his power. He reached around, his fur-covered hand finding her clit, his thumb rubbing the swollen nub with expert precision. The combination of his cock filling her and his thumb playing with her clit was too much, and she came, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm.
Her pussy spasmed around his cock, milking him, and he felt his own climax building. He leaned down, his teeth grazing her shoulder, his breath hot against her skin. “You’re mine,” he growled, the words a declaration of ownership that sent a thrill through her body. Crystal’s response was a whimper of pleasure, her walls tightening around him as she felt herself being claimed by this creature of the night.
With one final, powerful thrust, Stacy’s cock buried itself to the hilt inside her, his balls slapping against her with a wet smack. The fur around the base of his shaft spread her pussy wide open, the sensation so intense that she screamed out his name. Her nails dug into the couch cushions, her body shaking as she felt him swell even more within her, his knot beginning to form.
The feeling of being so completely filled was unlike anything Crystal had ever experienced. It was as if she had been made for this, for Stacy in his werewolf form. The knot grew larger, stretching her even further, and she knew that she would never be the same again. This was a bond that went beyond the physical, a bond that was as ancient as the moon that now watched over them through the window.
Stacy’s hips moved with a ferocity that was both terrifying and exhilarating. He was a creature of instinct now, driven by his need to claim her fully. Crystal felt her body give in, going limp in his arms as he continued to fuck her. Her breasts bounced with each powerful thrust, the fur around his cock rubbing against her swollen clit with a delicious friction.
The knot grew larger, stretching her to the brink of pain, but she welcomed it. It was a sign of his dominance, his need to bind her to him in the most primal of ways. Her pussy clenched around it, her orgasm building once more. She could feel her body stretching, adjusting to the new shape of him, the fur around her opening like a warm, fuzzy embrace that held her in place.
Stacy’s movements grew more frantic, his hips snapping into her with a ferocity that made the couch groan. His breathing was ragged, his chest heaving with the effort, but he didn’t stop. He needed to fill her, to mark her, to make her his in every possible way.
With a roar that was equal parts pleasure and pain, he let out a deep, horrific howl that seemed to shake the very foundation of their house. Crystal felt his knot swell even more, pushing past her limits, filling her so completely that she thought she might burst. But she didn’t fight it, instead, she pushed back against him, her own body eager to accept the beast that claimed her.
Stacy’s seed flooded her, hot and thick, marking her as his own. The feeling was overwhelming, a mix of fear and desire that sent her spiraling into another orgasm, her pussy clenching around his knot in a desperate attempt to keep him inside her forever. Her nails clawed at the couch cushions, her eyes squeezed shut as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.
He held her there, his cock buried to the hilt, his knot swollen and pulsing with every beat of his heart. The fur on his thighs brushed against her ass, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. She could feel his claws digging into the couch, his grip tightening as he rode out his own climax, his body shaking with the force of his release.
As the last tremor passed through him, Crystal looked back over her shoulder, her eyes meeting his amber gaze. The fur on his face was damp with sweat, his teeth bared in a snarl that was as much pleasure as it was aggression. But she saw the love there too, the bond that had only grown stronger in the face of his transformation.
“Please,” she whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming, “let me taste you again before the sun comes up.” She could feel his knot slowly shrinking, the fur around his cock retreating. Stacy’s eyes searched hers for a moment, understanding her need to experience him fully in this state before he returned to his human form.
With a nod, he withdrew from her, the loss of his thickness leaving her feeling empty and needy. Crystal rolled onto her back, her legs trembling, and reached for him. He was still massive, his cock glistening with their combined juices. The fur had receded, leaving his cock bare and gleaming. She licked her lips, eager to taste him once more.
Stacy leaned over her, his cock bobbing slightly as he positioned himself between her thighs. His tongue slid out, and he licked the juices that coated her pussy, lapping them up with a hunger that made her toes curl. The sensation was exquisite, a gentle caress that was a stark contrast to the furious pounding she had just endured. He took his time, savoring every drop, his tongue flicking over her clit in a way that had her hips bucking off the couch.
Her hand found his cock again, her grip firm as she took him into her mouth, feeling the last vibrations of his climax pulsing through him. She closed her eyes, savoring the taste of him, a mix of musk and salt that was uniquely Stacy’s. The fur around his shaft had receded, leaving his cock bare and velvety soft. She took him deep, her throat tightening around his length as she swallowed the last of his essence.
Stacy watched her, his amber eyes filled with a fierce love that made her heart race. His breathing was still heavy, his chest heaving with the exertion of their passionate encounter. Crystal’s eyes watered, not from pain but from the intensity of the emotions coursing through her. She had never felt so alive, so wanted, so consumed.
As she sucked and licked him clean, she felt the last of his knot shrinking away, his cock returning to its human size. The fur receded fully now, leaving behind the man she had fallen in love with, the man she had promised to cherish in sickness and in health. But this was a new kind of sickness, a new kind of health, a twisted, beautiful transformation that had only brought them closer together.
With a final, loving stroke, Stacy pulled away, his cock slipping from her mouth with a soft pop. He shifted, his muscular frame sliding down her body, until he was lying beside her, his fur-covered arm wrapping around her waist. His fur had grown soft and warm with their shared passion, and she nestled into his side, feeling safe and protected despite the beast that he had become.
The TV played on, the sound a comforting white noise in the background as their breathing slowed and their hearts found a steady rhythm once more. They lay there, entwined in each other’s arms, their bodies sticky with sweat and cum, the scent of their love thick in the air.
Crystal turned her head to look at Stacy, her eyes tracing the contours of his furry face. The transformation had made him more handsome, somehow, the sharpness of his features more pronounced, the power in his gaze more intense. His fur was mottled with their combined scents, a furry testament to the passion they had just shared.
He leaned in, his muzzle nuzzling her neck, and she felt his breath, hot and wet, against her skin. “Thank you,” she murmured, her hand moving to stroke his fur. “Thank you for showing me this side of you.”
Stacy’s eyes closed, a contented sigh escaping his lips. “You’re mine,” he whispered, the words a promise that sent a shiver down her spine. Crystal knew that she had accepted him, fully and completely, fur and fangs and all. This was their new normal, their secret passion that would bind them tighter than any wedding vow.
They lay there for a while, their bodies slowly cooling, their breathing evening out. The room was a mess of discarded clothing and rumpled furniture, but it was a mess that spoke of a love that had only grown stronger. The sun was starting to peek through the curtains, casting a soft glow over their entwined forms.
Crystal’s hand continued to stroke Stacy’s fur, the softness of it a stark contrast to the power she had felt moments ago. His eyes were closed now, his body relaxed as he enjoyed the aftermath of their lovemaking. She couldn’t help but feel a sense of wonder, her mind racing with thoughts of what this new development would mean for them.
The TV flickered, the mundane sounds of a sitcom playing out their canned laughter and predictable plotlines. It was a stark contrast to the raw, primal passion they had just shared. But somehow, it felt right, grounding them in a world that was still familiar, even as they ventured into the uncharted territory of Stacy’s lycanthropy.
Crystal’s mind raced with questions, with thoughts of what the future might hold. Would they tell anyone about Stacy’s condition? Would it change how people saw them, how they saw themselves? But those questions were for later. For now, she was content to lie in his arms, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath his fur.
Stacy’s hand found hers, his thumb brushing over her knuckles in a gentle caress. She turned to look at him, her eyes searching his amber gaze. “I love you,” she said, the words a declaration that felt as natural as breathing. He nodded, his furry cheek brushing against hers.
“And I love you,” he replied, his voice a gruff rumble that sent a shiver of pleasure through her body. “We’ll figure this out together.”
Crystal nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. She knew they would. They had faced so much together over the years, and this was just another challenge. But it was also an opportunity, a chance to explore a side of themselves they had never dared to before.
Stacy leaned in, his muzzle nuzzling her neck. His teeth grazed her skin lightly, sending a thrill through her body. “And when I’m like this,” he murmured, “you can have whatever you want from me.”
Crystal’s heart raced at the thought. The idea of Stacy, her loving husband, offering her complete control over his beastly form was both exhilarating and terrifying. She looked into his eyes, searching for any hint of doubt or fear, but all she found was a deep, unyielding love.
“I don’t know if I can handle that,” she murmured, her voice trembling slightly. But even as she said it, she knew it was a lie. The desire to explore his werewolf form, to experience the raw power and passion that came with it, was too tempting to resist.
Stacy’s eyes gleamed with understanding. He knew her better than anyone, knew her deepest desires and darkest fantasies. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. “You can,” he assured her, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down her spine. “You’re stronger than you think.”
The sun was rising now, casting a soft golden light across the room. Stacy’s fur began to recede, his features shifting back to those of the man she knew so well. But the beast was still there, lurking just beneath the surface, a part of him that would never truly go away. Crystal watched the transformation, feeling a mix of relief and loss. She didn’t want this night to end, didn’t want to let go of the passion that had consumed them.
As the last of the fur disappeared, Stacy’s hand moved to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing away a tear she hadn’t even realized had fallen. “It’s okay,” he whispered, his voice human once more. “I’m still here.”
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