Taming the Hunter
Prudence Sinclaire
Copyright 2012 by Prudence Sinclaire
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After the first passionate entwining between the Big Bad Werewolf and the hunter in the woods ended, the two collapsed in a sticky, sweat heap on top of the tiny cot in the hunter's wooden cabin. Still early in the night, the two men quickly fell asleep with their arms wrapped around each others' nude bodies. During the course of the night, the two men occasionally awakened and succumbed to their pleasure before falling to sleep once again.
The sun arose to find the hunter eyes wide open and laying underneath the heavy arm of the slumbering lycanthrope beside him. The hunter had not entertained many thoughts about his new lover during the previous night. Now in the light of dawn, his impulsive needs subsided and were replaced by questions.
He considered their tryst and its meaning. He wondered if this would last or when the moon faded to new, the werewolf would be horrified to discover the two had been together. The hunter had never been with another man before, and he didn't know whether the lycanthrope had or not. That the were might be horrified once his moon sickness had ended with the passing of this phase proved to be one of the hunter's largest worries. Only the coming of the full moon concerned him more.
The lycanthrope remained human for now, but the moon failed to cease its growth. In two short days, the affliction would be upon him. The hunter had not discussed with the werewolf how he typically prepared for the occasion, but considering that last month saw him attempting to consume a young woman and her grandmother, the hunter determined to prevent such an occurrence from happening again.
The were stirred in bed, and the hunter temporarily pushed the unpleasant thoughts from his mind. The lycanthrope yawned and dragged the hunter closer to him. When the werewolf pulled the hunter close like this, the hunter could feel the were's stiffened morning arousal pressed against him. The werewolf buried his face in the base of the hunter's neck.
The hunter noticed the werewolf's softly bumping and rubbing his backside. He knew what the were needed. He slipped out from under the lycanthrope's arm, and the werewolf growled. Without a word to soothe the were's anger, the hunter threw back the thin quilt and exposed the werewolf's throbbing member pointing straight in the air.
The hunter knelt at the werewolf's waist and lowered his mouth to the waiting rod. The werewolf's breathing increased, and he thrust his meat in the air to meet the hunter's full lips. The hunter kissed at the werewolf's head and enjoyed hearing his little grunt. The hunter parted his lips but only allowed the lycanthrope's head into his hot mouth. He sucked hard at the swollen tip and withdrew his lips again. He looked up and offered a small smile to the werewolf.
At the sound of a little warning growl, the hunter slid his entire mouth onto the werewolf's member until the tip hit the back of his throat. Through the course of the night, he had learned better than to tease the werewolf too long. The hunter slowly drew up and swirled his tongue around the shaft. When he reached the tip, he sank his mouth on the rod once more. Each time the werewolf hit the back of the hunter's mouth, the hunter pushed past his comfort to take the werewolf in further.
The lycanthrope gripped at the hunter's hair and forced his head up and down the shaft faster. The hunter knew this to mean the werewolf enjoyed his actions. The lycanthrope pushed the tip of his meat further and further each time he hit the back of the hunter's mouth, and slowly the werewolf entered the hunter's throat.
The back of the hunter's throat burned at the pressure, but the soft whimpers that signaled the werewolf's pleasure kept him sucking. He learned to time his breathing so that he inhaled as the member slipped out of his throat and exhaled through his nose as the rod pushed further down his throat. The hunter reached over and brushed the werewolf's balls and perineum.
The werewolf panted harder and shoved his rod faster into the hunter, and the hunter maintained the increasing pace. Giving no warning or signal, the werewolf exploded in the hunter's mouth. He held the hunter's head to his member, and the hunter swallowed the sticky, salty seed in one gulp.
Afterwards the two men talked little. The hunter prepared a sparse breakfast based on what little stores he kept from gathering in the forest. He considered the relationship between the two of them once more and wondered again how the dynamics would change in the days after the full moon.
Sometimes the werewolf talked a little of his daily life during breakfast, and the hunter could catch glimpses of the man underneath the enthralled lust. Sometimes the werewolf even displayed a small amount of affection towards the hunter. Once the two men finished breakfast, the hunter cleared the table and contemplated how to approach the full moon to the were. The hunter pushed past his hesitation and broached the subject directly.
"The full moon is almost upon us," the hunter said.
The werewolf crossed his arms and observed the hunter through heavy-lidded eyes. "So it is."
"We need to discuss preparations."
"We have two days."
"As it gets closer to the moon though, you give in to the beast within. If we wait until the eve of, it may be too late."