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Trans werewolf Caleb takes you home
7 years ago
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This is an old piece-- one of my first featuring Caleb, and written way back in April of this year.
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Caleb is usually sweet as pie, soft as caramel, quiet as a whisper. It’s only when you get him riled up that he goes wild, and these are your favorite moments.
You laugh and scream a little when he tackles you into bed on the night before a full moon. His power is peaking, and he’s excitable, hard to manage. He ate his dinner ravenously and was affectionate the whole ride home, and now that you are alone and safe in your apartment he is insatiable.
He grinds on you and grabs your ass, pushes you against a wall and kisses you for all you’re worth. His lips and jaw go hairy, beard turned to snout and nose still inquisitively dipped against your jaw; even as a human he likes your smell, likes the stink of you and the sour smell of your BO. It’s been a long day and he seems to revel in it, huffing deep breaths and grinding against you.
He presses you into the wall by your front door, barely has the clarity of mind to strip your shirt off before he shreds it with his claws. The moon is close, and you can practically feel it under his skin.
He noses against your neck, licking and sucking with blunt human teeth that show just the barest hint of blade against your skin. He noses and kisses, presses his love into the vulnerable parts you show him. When he tugs your pants down and palms your cock it’s enough to make you jump. His palm is hot and calloused and wide, wide enough to cup your whole pubic bone with skin left over.
He jerks you off easily, slow and slick against his palm, and when he deems you desperate enough he bites you gently and grinds against you, his own hardness evident against your thigh. You moan and wait for the moment he bends you against him, throws you down on the floor and has his way with you.
It never comes; instead he carries you to your bed and holds you down, pins you with his mass until he can rut against your cheeks, barely jerking you off as he takes his satisfaction from your body. You hear him whimper a little as he jerks and comes behind you, hand still slack on your cock. He flips you quickly and sucks you down with that long tongue of his and you are lost, but not without the image of him shuddering and pulsing over the crest of your back.
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Caleb is usually sweet as pie, soft as caramel, quiet as a whisper. It’s only when you get him riled up that he goes wild, and these are your favorite moments.
You laugh and scream a little when he tackles you into bed on the night before a full moon. His power is peaking, and he’s excitable, hard to manage. He ate his dinner ravenously and was affectionate the whole ride home, and now that you are alone and safe in your apartment he is insatiable.
He grinds on you and grabs your ass, pushes you against a wall and kisses you for all you’re worth. His lips and jaw go hairy, beard turned to snout and nose still inquisitively dipped against your jaw; even as a human he likes your smell, likes the stink of you and the sour smell of your BO. It’s been a long day and he seems to revel in it, huffing deep breaths and grinding against you.
He presses you into the wall by your front door, barely has the clarity of mind to strip your shirt off before he shreds it with his claws. The moon is close, and you can practically feel it under his skin.
He noses against your neck, licking and sucking with blunt human teeth that show just the barest hint of blade against your skin. He noses and kisses, presses his love into the vulnerable parts you show him. When he tugs your pants down and palms your cock it’s enough to make you jump. His palm is hot and calloused and wide, wide enough to cup your whole pubic bone with skin left over.
He jerks you off easily, slow and slick against his palm, and when he deems you desperate enough he bites you gently and grinds against you, his own hardness evident against your thigh. You moan and wait for the moment he bends you against him, throws you down on the floor and has his way with you.
It never comes; instead he carries you to your bed and holds you down, pins you with his mass until he can rut against your cheeks, barely jerking you off as he takes his satisfaction from your body. You hear him whimper a little as he jerks and comes behind you, hand still slack on your cock. He flips you quickly and sucks you down with that long tongue of his and you are lost, but not without the image of him shuddering and pulsing over the crest of your back.
