Werewolf Rut
By
Kali Lowe
Werewolf Rut
Copyright 2012 Kali Lowe
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Werewolf Rut
It wasn't easy being a bachelor these days. Especially when you were also a werewolf.
Aaron sighed inwardly as he held his phone to his ear, listening to Kelly going on and on. He liked her all right, and the sex was usually pretty good, but damn could she talk.
"Right," he broke in finally. "So tomorrow night? A movie and then... some time to ourselves?"
"Sure," came Kelly's voice. "I guess I'll see you then."
"Definitely. Night, babe." He ended the call.
He pulled out his pocket calendar and flipped it open, just to double-check. A full moon in two weeks. Kelly's likely ovulation date in a week. Tomorrow night would be safe. He flipped it closed with some resentment. He hated that he had to keep track of these things.
But it was very, very important to keep control.
Two things could set him off. First, a full moon. Everyone knew about that. A few days every month, he'd have to make sure to lock himself in at night in some manner that a half-canine brain wouldn't be able to figure out. If he didn't, he'd go rampaging across the countryside. He lived out of town, renting a small place next to the woods, as a further precaution. If he turned and couldn't keep himself in, he hoped he'd end up in the woods hunting deer instead of... well, instead of anything that walked on two legs.
The second thing was... well. Everyone knew what happened to a male dog or wolf around a female in heat. The urge was too strong, wired into his brain by a few million years of evolution, both natural and supernatural. Human males had a hard time detecting when a female was fertile, but he couldn't help but notice. Spend too long around that scent, and his true nature would assert itself. The instinct couldn't be denied. The moon didn't matter then. If it was night, he could turn.
But he could still live a normal life. Mostly. He just had to take some precautions, especially when dating a girl.
Everything checked out, though. With any luck, tomorrow night would go smoothly and without any surprises.
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"I'm sorry, Aaron. She's staying with us while her parents are out of town. My mom made me bring her."
Aaron hated it when Kelly got that whining tone. She was a pretty blonde, and tall, only a few inches shorter than him. A hot body, too. But her personality... sometimes he really wasn't sure how long they were going to be dating. She was wearing a pretty white blouse and a black pleated skirt. Sort of a preppy schoolgirl look, he supposed.
He glanced over at the other girl, who was standing a short distance away. She was younger than Kelly. She looked like the rebellious high school type. She had chin-length hair that he guessed was naturally black, but was currently purple. She had dark eyes and freckles. She was wearing a black zip-up hoodie and a purple and black plaid skirt. Classic teenage punk.
"How old is she?" he murmured.
"Eighteen and going to college next year." Kelly shrugged. "She'll grow out of it."
"I can totally hear you," the other girl said.
Kelly sighed. "Aaron, this is my cousin, Jamie. Jamie, my boyfriend, Aaron."
"Charmed," said Jamie expressionlessly.
Aaron nodded and looked around. They were on the sidewalk, and a small crowd was beginning to stream into the movie theater for the next show. "Well. That's, um, fine. I mean, good to meet you. We should go get our tickets."
He led the way into the theater and held back a sigh. He wasn't getting laid tonight.
As they waited in the crowd, he sniffed, then cursed quietly to himself. There was a fertile female here. He felt irrationally annoyed, like it was her fault, wherever she was. He waited in line to buy their tickets, growing increasingly impatient. Something else grew too, that scent making his cock throb in his jeans.
He finally got to buy his tickets, then gathered up the girls. "Let's go," he said, and hurried them into the theater.
He sighed in relief as they settled into the seats, sitting down just as the lights went down and the previews began. He sat back, trying to relax.
Twenty minutes later, he knew there was no help for it. That fertile scent was still filling his nose. It was uniquely feminine, and it seemed to promise something, something that his body wanted very much. Perhaps the same girl had come into the theater with them, or it was someone else entirely. It didn't matter. If he stayed here like this, he was going to turn. It was a biological, if supernatural, imperative.
And it was very important that he keep control. It wasn't just a bite that turned a human into a werewolf. There was nothing magical about a bite. Almost any exchange of fluids while he was turned himself would create a new werewolf. For a variety of important reasons, that couldn't happen.
Things were not going as smoothly as he had hoped.
Well, there was only one surefire way to deal with this. He stood up and grabbed Kelly's hand, pulling her to her feet.
"What?" she demanded, confused and annoyed.
"I need you. Come on," he said, and pulled her from the theater. She protested quietly, trying to make her displeasure known without making a scene. He took her outside and pushed her into the alley beside the theater.
"Aaron, what--"
He pressed her against the wall and kissed her hard. Her eyes widened, and then she seemed to melt into him. He pushed his tongue into her mouth, then reached under her skirt and cupped her pussy through her panties, kneading it gently. God, he hoped she was ready.
They made out for several minutes as he massaged her soft mound through her panties. Eventually, she was moaning, pressing herself into his hand. Now she was ready. He grinned against her lips, then pulled back and began undoing his jeans. He tugged his cock free, and stroked it once as he pressed into her again.
"Aaron, you... you know I'm not on the pill."
"It's fine," he said gruffly. He wasn't about to explain how he knew. He reached under her skirt and yanked her panties down to her knees, then pressed forward, pinning her against the wall. His throbbing cock forced its way between her thighs, and the tip slid along her wet slit until it nestled against her slippery opening.
"Aaron," she whispered, "Jamie is probably looking for us."
"I just need to get off quick," he told her, annoyed and impatient, and then he moved his hips forward. He grunted as his dick began to push into her, his head popping past her opening followed by the rest of his shaft. He pressed himself up into her, going steadily but slowly enough that he wouldn't hurt her, feeling her inner walls slide slickly over the taut skin of his dick as he filled her.
He pulled back, letting her slick pussy lips stroke his shaft on the way out, then pushed back in without pause. They grunted together as he made her pussy swallow his swollen dick. Then he did it again, sliding most of the way out and shoving back in, forcing her wet cunt to give him full length strokes.