Werewolf porn: NC-17

[tsaiko]

Four pages of what basically amounts to PWP werewolf porn. I think I'm going to quit here and just release it into the wild for everyone's enjoyment. No, I don't know if there will be more. Consider this as much as it's going to be and anything more written about these three will be a pleasant surprise.



"Okay," Dylan said thought he wasn't sure if he was talking to Nickolas or himself. He turned awkwardly over until he was on his hands and knees. "Okay. Do it."

He wasn't expecting Nickolas to surge forward almost before the world had left his mouth. His partner's weight was suddenly on top of him, pushing him into the floor. Dylan's arms gave up, forcing him down onto his elbows with his ass in the air. It was undignified.

"Nickolas!" Unsurprisingly, Nickolas ignored his protest. Figured. Even in werewolf form, his partner only heard what he wanted to hear when Dylan spoke to him.

The werewolf's hands were braced on the floor of the cell, claws clicking against the concrete. Dylan was immensely grateful for the blanket wadded up beneath his knees. Otherwise he would be in a lot of pain. Especially with Nickolas on top of him.

One of those claw tipped hands moved to carefully wrap around his hip, pushing a bit until his ass was even further up in the air. Figured. Once Nickolas was satisfied with his position, he licked Dylan's ear. Then he shifted positions until his cock was lined up.

Dylan's legs shook as Nickolas pushed into him. Not because it hurt. He had made sure he was stretched out before letting Nickolas near him. No, the reason his legs shook was because Nickolas was big. Almost too big. As Nickolas slowly filled him, inch by inch, Dylan had the thought that it was too much. His partner wouldn't fit. It was the same thought he had every time they had sex when Nickolas was in werewolf form.

And every time Nickolas proved him wrong. Sooner that Dylan would have thought possible, his partner was pressed all the way into him. It was hard to think. Hard to breath. He knew he was making little gasping noises with every intake of air and couldn't seem to stop. Dylan's head was bowed, weight resting on his elbows and his blonde hair hanging in his eyes.

Nickolas wasn't much better. The werewolf's weight rested heavily on his back, a solid line of warmth composed of skin and fur that ran from his shoulders to where they were pressed together as tightly as two people could be. Dylan could feel his partner's breath as Nickolas panted next to his ear.

There was always this moment of stillness, where neither one of them could quite believe that they were joined together. The sheer intimacy of it was overwhelming. But it wouldn't last. Instincts would drive Nickolas to move and it would be all over.

Before that could happen though, the door slid open.

Dylan felt Nickolas's growl, a deep rumbling that translated itself through his back, before he heard it. He looked up to see Luka standing in the doorway. That really didn't surprise him. Despite Nickolas's protests, Dylan had always pegged Luka for a pervert.

What did surprise him was that Luka was not in werewolf form. The moon had risen. He should be as furry as Nickolas was. Instead Luka was still human, though Dylan swore he could see the wolf looking out at him through Luka's golden colored eyes.

The only way a werewolf could stay human during the full moon was if they were wearing a wolfsbane amulet. Wolfsbane amulets were hard to make, harder to come by, and hard on the wearer. They were laced with a special type of silver, moon silver, and silver in any form always was uncomfortable for werewolves to wear. Dylan looked until he saw the tell-tale chain around Luka's neck.

"Luka, now is really not the time for you to come and have me kick your ass again. Perhaps we can reschedule?" Speaking was good. Dylan wasn't sure how he managed to find the words, much less say them in a reasonably steady voice, with Nicklas's cock in his ass, but he managed. He was skilled like that.

"I want to watch," Luka said. His accent was thicker than Dylan had ever heard it and Luka's voice was rough and low. "You. With him."

Luka took a step into the cell and Nickolas instinctively lunged forward. The movement causes him to slide forward a little. He really hadn't thought Nickolas could get any deeper inside of him. Wrong again. It was pressure just on the border with pain. Dylan gasped and Nickolas backed off.

"You know, I don't think he really appreciates you being here." Dylan put his head down. It was hard to think like this. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Nickolas claws tighten against the concrete floor. "I'm not sure I really appreciate it either."

"He will let me stay if you ask him to." Luka's voice held the faintest touch of strain to it.

"And why would I do that?" Dylan asked. He licked his lips. He could feel every breath Nickolas took above him. The knowledge that Luka wanted to watch them, was watching them right now, was more than he could deal with. While naked. While bottoming to his partner. "You are not exactly my favorite person right now."

"If you grant me this, I will let you go." That got Dylan's attention like nothing else. He brought his head up to stare at Luka. There was no deception in the other werewolf's body language. In fact, Luka met his gaze full on, body relaxed and posture open. "Ask him. He will do this for you."

There was only one other question to ask. "Why?"

That got a response. Luka wouldn't meet his eyes, and his body seemed to hunch in on itself. "That does not matter. Will you let me watch or will you not?"

Dylan got the feeling that Luka's reasons mattered a great deal, but right now he had other more pressing needs. So to speak.

"You okay with this?" Dylan asked. He leaned his head up and back until one of his cheeks was pressed against the fur of Nickolas's muzzle. His partner was still growling deep in his throat, his whole body tense. Suddenly, Nickolas seemed to relax all at once, his growl dropping until it could only be felt by Dylan but not heard.

Then Nickolas rolled his hips.

"I guess… that's a yes…" Dylan gasped for breath as Nickolas rocked into him. Luka took a few steps forward before his knees seemed to give out. He sat down heavily on the floor, watching them like a starving man watched a banquet.

The look in Luka's eyes, the pure want, was more than Dylan could stand. He bowed his head. Dylan's neck was a graceful arc and Nickolas took advantage of that fact. Dylan could feel the graze of the werewolf's teeth as Nickolas carefully took the nape of his neck in his jaws. It made Dylan shudder. He rolled his hips back, meeting Nickolas's thrusts.The only problem with this position was that it was impossible for Dylan to touch himself. He just didn't have enough leverage. Any attempt to shift his weight off of his elbows just resulted in a muffled growl from Nickolas and more weight pressed down on top of him

Instead Dylan had to settle for trying to get off just from feeling alone. It helped that Nickolas had started that steady, rolling rhythm that drove Dylan nuts. He could feel his partner's cock moving in and out of him, sometimes hitting that place inside him that made him claw at the floor. Not always though. Nickolas liked to draw it out.

The groan that followed started him. That hadn't been him and it definitely hadn't been Nickolas. Dylan had thought that he wouldn't be able to ignore the fact that someone was watching them, but for a few seconds, he'd forgotten Luka was even there.

He looked up to see that Luka had gotten him pants open and his cock out. In fact, Luka had taken it in hand and was stroking it in a rhythm that seemed suspiciously like the rhythm of Nickolas's thrusts. Dylan had never thought of himself as an exhibitionist, but knowing that Luka was watching Nickolas fuck him - watching Luka get off on watching them fucking - had to be the hottest thing that had happened to Dylan in years. Since he'd managed to score with those twins in New York and get one of their boyfriends to join in on the fun as well. It almost made up for the fact Dylan couldn't touch himself.

Almost.

So he watched Luka instead, trying to concentrate on how it would feel to him. Watched as the other werewolf ran a thumb over the tip of his cock, and remembered how it felt when Dylan did that to himself. Watched as the muscles in Luka's legs trembled, and remembered the times he was so desperate that he didn't manage to get his pants all the way off either. Watched Luka watched them, hunger and wanting plain in his eyes, and wondered what it would be like to watch Nickolas fuck someone else.

Luka was the first to come. He threw his head and groaned, throat muscles working to make the howling sound that all werewolves made when they orgasmed. Dylan watched the spurts of white coat Luka's fingers, turning the other werewolf's cock slick and shiny. It was too much.

Dylan came next, gritting his teeth against any sound as orgasm hit him. Hard. His whole body seemed to clench again and again. He could feel Nickolas still moving inside him, pushing against the contractions of his body. And nothing had touched his cock the entire time. Maybe that did make him as big a slut as others often accused him of being.

There was no way Nickolas could last through that. His partner threw his head back and howled as he came. Dylan could feel the sudden flood of warmth inside him and Nickolas's hips snapped into him almost viciously. Then his partner was nothing more than a dead weight against his back, warm and sated.

"You are heavy," Dylan complained. Nickolas had huffed, licking the sweat from the back of his neck in apology.

"You both were…" Luka didn't seem able to complete the sentence. Instead he reached out towards them. Dylan stiffened slightly, but Luka didn't touch him. Or Nickolas. His hand hovered in the air, not quite daring enough to finish its trek.

It was Nickolas who reached out to Luka, leaning forward until he could lick Luka's fingers. Fingers that were still coated with Luka's release. Dylan watched Nickolas's pink tongue lapped at the other werewolf's pale skin. Then Luka was jerking his hand back like he'd been burnt.

What was that about?

"I must go." Luka abruptly got to his feet and set about tucking himself back in and straightening his clothes. Nickolas chose that moment to pull out. Dylan hissed at the sudden absence of pressure and did his best to ignore the trickle of warmth that ran down his thighs. "In ten minutes, security will be disabled. It will last for five minutes. You can escape then."

Five minutes? He'd just let the bastard watch his partner fuck his brains out and all he got was a five minute window? "That's not exactly a whole lot of time," Dylan complained.

Luka smirked at him, but had trouble meeting Dylan's eyes. It kind of ruined the effect. "I am sure you will manage. You always seem to do. Now I must go." Dylan got to his feet and hissed through his teeth and his knees finally got around to telling him that they did not appreciate the abuse. By the time he could stand, Luka was gone. The door to their cell stood open.

"I have a feeling there was more to that than either of you is telling me," Dylan said as he turned to Nickolas. His partner gave him such a bland look that it could only be contrived. Dylan sighed. His fingers rubbed briefly against the werewolf's skull before he dropped them to his side. "And once you are human again, I am going to ask about it. Right now though, I just need to find my pants."


Now if only I could find werewolf stories like that on the internet to read instead of having to write it myself.