Pet Werewolf (open for a female)

Kousotu

Neighborhood Darkness
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I boy had won a werewolf cub 18 years ago, he cared for her and kept her fed. In return she had always been gentle. Now 18 years later she has stayed his pet, and when she goes into heat he's her mate. She knows how he likes to be and allows anything to be said and is completely submissive and obedient.
 
last call. pic attached (yes, it's a girl. but not my picture)
 
Satsaka didnt resent her master. He fed her, gave her shelter. He made it necessary for her to live and thrive in the human world. As her only contact with the world itself, she had grown dependant on him for everything.

She turn 18 a few months ago and her body was changing rapidly. She knew she would have to mate and it was tradition among her kind that the masters be the first mate they take.

She was obediant. She never said no, and she never thought twice about anything he had asked her to do. She felt it was her duty to make him happy as he was her master.

This day would prove to be no different
 
He sat on his bed, she had left already. He knew she might leave him one day, but he would miss her. He had grown to love her, as more than a pet.
 
She stood in the kitchen. She could sense his movements and knew he was awake. She had made his favorite as she always did. Plated the eggs, toat, bacon, fresh juice and his morning paper on the tray and headed up the steps to his room.


Just outside the door, she knocked as always and waited entry
 
He smiled, even if she was leaving, it wasn't today. "Come on in, you need not wait for invitation Satsaka."
 
the small t shirt and jeans she wore seemed to float with her as she carried the tray into the room. Slowly, ever so slowly, she stepped into the room.

Her eyes met his as she walked towards him. The sunlight bright from the window, made shadows on the bed where he sat. Everything seemed to tease her senses today. The smell of his cologne, the dust in the air, the way the covers were tossed hap hazardly on his bed, his pajama pants.


Satsaka was more aware of her prescence than normal and hoped his eyes matching the green of her own ment good things.
 
He smiled, tossing off his pajamas. "Wow, my favorite." He pats the bed beside him. "Come sit with me."
 
She was startled by his sudden movements and stood still. Even though he had acknowledged her, and wanted her to sit by him, as his humble slave, she waited.

When he nodded, she walked the remaining distance to the bed and sat down placing the tray over an already semi stiff erection.

She felt the saliva build in her mouth as she watched it grow.
 
He looked over at her, there was something different about her today. "Satsuka, something wrong? You're acting strange."
 
He had again acknowledged her so she may speak.

"I master, have no idea. Everything feels different. Everything feels strange. My senses are going nuts. I am feeling things never thought of. My body is responding to things that ive never known" and she blushed.
 
He blinked. "What does? Speak freely, you have my permission."
 
"I have an urge to touch places in my body. Never before have I felt such heat. Such intense longing. I want to pull my pants down and impale myself on something to make this need go away. Yet I am scared" she said. She wanted him to understand that she wanted what her body wanted.

But she had no clue how to get what she wanted.
 
He nodded gently. "I want to know your thoughts, tell them to me, everything."
 
She thought for a moment. She had talked about her feelings before with him. Her anger, her hatred, her love. She was his property but, he was also her friend.

"I, want to, feel. I long to mate. I know it is not my place to choose a mate as it is yours to choose for me, but I need that. I need that contact master" she said.

Never taking her eyes from his body as he lay there naked before her. The urge to touch herself so very strong now. She squirmed a bit.
 
She stood, undressing slowly. She was nervous as this was her first time, but she was anxious also.

She tossed her shirt on the floor as well as her jeans. She wore only a thong and as she climbed into the bed with him, she was aware of everything. Her senses were in over drive.
 
He took off her thong, putting it aside and pulling her onto him. "You do the work my dear."
 
She met his hardness with a deep wetness of her own as she slid down upon him. Gasping in pleasure as he slid inside her tighness, only a minute of pain before he broke thru making her his, marking her for no other man, no other were.

She moved about slightly adjusting herself ontop of him, her hair falling around her, a tear runs down her cheek, and she cries out.

She stiffles the growling building inside her as she starts to feel the movement of his hips inside her. Up and down, slowly at first, rhythmatic. Up and down, up and down, in and out, he moved against her, touching her inner places, her thigh against his, his hands on her chest, the sounds coming from him, spurred her on.
 
She was unaware of this newfound pleasure she was experiencing. She held her breath and let out a cry, so deep so forceful, it seemed to shatter every window.

Her howl was of pure lust and in minutes, her body flooded her and him as well as she came around his hardness. Not stoping, she felt the heat rising and returned his kisses with passionate ones of her own.

"Master" she cried.
 
He smiled, she was a born predatory mate. "That's it wooffy."
 
She wanted to rip him apart. To taste his blood on her skin. Her body, her mouth wide, her eys closed, her body rocking against his. She wanted to feel his release

She intended to feel it one way or the other
 
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