My Dad is a Werewolf

Foreword:

While I've been writing here and there, I haven't submitted a story in long time. Life's been kinda crazy. Now that exams are just about done, I figured I'd post a story I wrote that I actually feel a little proud of. It's definitely longer than my normal ones (I think it was 19 pages on Google Docs). It might be a tad bit more obscene/graphic then I normally write, and you can thank writer and game-maker xax (go support them on patreon and check out their content!) for that writing development, so fair warning.* Also, I haven't done any proof-reading/editing yet, so I apologize in advance for any errors. If I have time after exams, I'll try to come back and make corrections where they're needed. Writing when horny=more spelling and grammar errors.

I use the term "pup" a lot in this story. It's more a reference to werewolves than it is to puppy play. There's maybe a few puppy play aesthetics, but that's as deep as it goes really.

*Male Pregnancy and the anatomy of it are more detailed

That's all for now. I hope you enjoy!

My dad is a werewolf, I just know it.

I never really realized it until after my 18th birthday, but the signs were all there. Mysterious disappearances during full moons, the fridge constantly filled with steak and chicken, his rank body odor that smelled more pungent than anyone else I knew whenever he worked out, nicknames he would call me like “pup,” even a dominating personality. I know those don’t all sound that strange, but put together, it was obvious. I don’t know why it took me so long to figure it out.

The true catalyst was my own slight transition. See, my mother was a normal human, and never knew about my dad. I could only imagine how hard that must’ve been, not being able to tell the partner you loved who you truly were. I’m not too informed on the genetics behind werewolves mingling with other species, but he got my mom pregnant with me, “little Liam” as she called me. Unfortunately, she died when I was four, and I couldn’t really remember much about her, just a couple of fuzzy memories. So I was a halfbreed and had no idea.

On the night of my 18th birthday, I felt something inside of me change. My senses became heightened, my body grew stronger and faster. My skin felt tingly all over, like I could feel everything around me with an increased awareness. I had thought I was high or something, even though that made no sense. But I didn’t know how to rationalize it. Obviously, I hid it from my dad. It would only happen once a month. Again, I have no idea how I never put two and two together. But I never grew fur or claws, my eyes didn’t change color, there were no obvious changes if you just looked at me. But it was during those times that I felt more alive than ever before.

I think the first thing that tipped both me and my dad off was my attitude. I was a pretty cocky kid, I won’t lie. I was fit, smart, charismatic, and handsome to boot. I couldn’t grow hair like my dad for the life of me, but I liked it like that. My skin was silky smooth and without blemishes. I looked like a young Greek hero. It all made up for the fact that I was only 5’8”, which isn’t a bad thing, but I wanted to be taller like my dad.

In fact, my dad and I differed in many ways. He always said I took after my mother, and after looking at the photos we had of her, I agreed.

My dad was a giant of a man, towering over me at 6’4”. My head just barely reached his wide chest and built pectorals. Like the true beast he was, my dad was also covered in thick, dark body hair with a neatly trimmed beard. His biceps were the size of my head, and the floor practically thudded every time he took a step. He was my first crush.

I knew I was gay since I was a little kid, but I hid it from my dad because losing him and his support would emotionally kill me inside. Without him, I would have no one. Unfortunately, my dad was exactly my type. Since the age of 12, I’d fantasized about him all the time. Fingering myself in the shower, just lying in my bed, and picturing him in my dreams. As I grew older, I became awkward around him, hesitant to hug him like I used to in fear of something embarrassing happening like popping a boner. I was a very horny kid, and I didn’t want to risk it. But it hurt inside. All I wanted was to be touched and held by him. I wanted to curl into his strong arms, bury my face into his big chest, and sleep like that, feeling safe, loved, and protected. But I digress.

As you could see, we were nearly opposites of one another. However, I inherited his strong attitude. So when I turned 18 and things started to change, it was a shock to us both when I started acting subservient around him, something I hadn’t done in ages. We were both a little stunned when he had asked me to do the dishes one morning, and I immediately responded with, “yes, Dad.” I didn’t know what had come over me. It was like I had no choice but to do what he said. We both looked surprised, but I quickly scrambled into the kitchen to get started. Normally, it would’ve been a five minute long argument between us. I really hated doing the dishes.

That was my big first tip-off. From there, it just became more and more clear. I started questioning where he would go once a month, and then I realized after a few months that he would only go out during full moons, the same time that I would become overwhelmed with my heightened sensations.

After a brief google search, it all clicked. My eyes widened when I finally realized the truth. My dad was a werewolf. But if he was a werewolf, what did that make me? Assuming he went out during the full moon to do werewolf-y things, why didn’t those things happen to me? I didn’t even look like a werewolf like he did. Maybe it was because I was only half werewolf? Or was I just too young to start really becoming a true werewolf? I racked my brain for answers, but I couldn’t stop thinking about my dad, trying to rationalize what it all meant. I had to confront him, I knew I did, if nothing more than to tell him about what had been happening to me every month.

Two months away from my 19th birthday, I knew I had to tell him. My monthly episodes were getting worse. Each time, it felt like my senses were growing stronger than before, and then my horniness as well. I could feel the power in my bones, and once, when the light of the full moon splashed across my skin through my window, I felt like I wanted to run into the woods and fuck anything I saw. Well, more accurately, I wanted to get fucked by anything I saw. I couldn’t keep doing this; it was maddening.

“Dad?” I hesitantly asked one morning while doing the dishes as he sat at the table, reading through the newspaper and sipping on his coffee like he did every Sunday morning.

“What is it, pup?” He asked absentmindedly. Ever since I turned 18, he’d started calling me “pup” again. I hated that it made my heart flutter and my cock twitch every time he said it.

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you. Um, it’s kind of weird,” I stuttered nervously.

“Well, don’t keep me waiting,” he smiled assuredly. His confidence helped me.

“Well, every month something keeps happening to me,” I started. I saw his smile crack for just a second.

“Do we need to have ‘the talk’?” He teased, making me blush, while trying to recover.

“No, no, it’s not that. It’s, um, I don’t really know how to describe it. It’s like every month, I get overwhelmed by everything around me. Like I can smell everything, and see far away, and my skin feels all tingly and sensitive. That never happens to my friends at school. I don’t know what’s happening to me,” I confessed. I figured it would be easier to tell him what was going on with me, rather than ask him if he was a werewolf.

His smile drew into a thin-lipped, serious line.

“How long has this been going on?” He asked, although it felt like a command.

“Ever since I turned 18,” I admitted. He slowly nodded his head.

“Pup, do you know about werewolves?” My face flushed red, like I’d been caught. Maybe he’d seen my search history. Or maybe he was about to come clean.

“I mean, I guess. From like movies and books and stuff.” He nodded again, thinking to himself.

“Pup, I’m a werewolf.” I just stood there, shifting onto my other foot, unsure of how to respond.

“Do, uh, do you think that’s what’s happening to me then, Dad?” I asked nervously.

“It might be. You don’t seem so surprised,” he commented coolly.

“Well, um, I maybe thought that you were a werewolf for a few months now. I noticed how you go out every month, and it was at the same time that I would, um, feel all sensitive and stuff. And with, um, how you look and all,” I stammered, gesturing to his beast-like form. He laughed, his chest heaving.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, pup,” he said more seriously once he’d stopped laughing. “I wanted to tell you, but I didn’t know how. Your mother wasn’t a werewolf, so maybe that's why you aren’t turning into one during the full moon. Werewolf pups turn into transform at a young age. Since you never did, I just assumed you were fully human,” he explained.

“So you don’t know what’s going on with me, then?” I asked, my emotions rising. I thought he’d know what to do. Dad sensed this and stood up before striding over to me. I gasped as he pulled me into a strong, warm hug, something he hadn't done in a very long time. I held on tight, never wanting it to end. But eventually he pulled away, wiping a tear rolling down my cheek with his thumb.

“It’s okay, pup, we’ll figure this out together,” he said, comforting me with his deep, vibrating voice. I nodded.

“Is that why you call me ‘pup’ then?” I asked. He chuckled, but scratched the back of his neck, looking a little embarrassed.

“I guess. It just sorta stuck since you were little. And after your 18th birthday, I could smell a little wolf in you, but I wasn't sure. It just felt right. I don’t have to call you that if you don’t want me to—”

“No! I mean, no, it’s okay, I, um, I like it,” I said, a bright red blush creeping up my neck. My dad looked down at me, his dark eyes meeting mine, his nostrils flaring. There was an unfamiliar look in his eye, one that looked like hunger.

“Dad?” I asked softly, our eyes still locked.

“Yes, pup?” He nearly growled.

“Why is it that I feel like submitting to you whenever you’re around?” This time, his cheeks were the ones to blush. He pulled his eyes away from mine and cleared his throat, looking away. It felt like I could finally breathe again. He went over to the table and sat down, motioning for me to follow suit. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I had to stand behind one of the dining table chairs to hide my growing erection. Dad sat down and took a deep breath while running a hand through his hair.

“You know how wolves have packs, pup?” He asked, and I nodded my head yes.

“Well, I’m part of one. A local one. I guess ‘part of’ isn’t the right term. I’m the Alpha. Alpha to the local pack.” My eyes widened in understanding.

“So is that why…” I started, my words trailing off as my mind raced.

“I think so. I think because you at least have a little werewolf in you, you feel the need to submit to the Alpha, just like everyone else around here,” he explained, looking a bit flustered.

“So you’re my Alpha, too?” I asked gently. The idea made me beyond excited. My now raging boner was painfully pressed up against the back of the chair. I could tell the idea excited him as well when he got that hungry look in his eyes when I said it.

“Yes, I am your Alpha,” he said with an authority that made me want to drop down onto my knees and worship him. We were silent for a moment, my excitement building still as my mind thought of everything this meant.

“Please, Liam, for the love of god, please stop,” he growled. I stared at him, shocked. He wouldn’t make eye contact.

“I, I don’t understand, what did I do, Dad?” I asked weakly, my heart aching. His angry, aggressive tone made me want to cry.

“You smell,” he huffed, gritting his teeth together. I blushed in embarrassment.

“I’m sorry, Dad, I showered this morning,” I said quietly.

“Fucking hell, not that kind of smell.” I balked at him. He practically never swore, especially in front of me. But it looked like he was holding back. I couldn’t help it. Thinking about my dad trying to hold himself back from either ravishing or hurting me was making me even more horny. My skin prickled and tingled all over. I could smell something coming off of my dad as well. My heart stopped when it clicked. The smell of aggression and lust was pouring off of him in waves. He was just as, if not more, horny than I was right now.

“Just, just go! Please, go to your room!” He shouted harshly, his voice carrying a command so strong, I practically sprinted. I slammed the door shut behind me and fell onto my bed, curling into a ball and crying. My dad’s rejection hurt more than anything I’d ever felt before.

It would be another week and a half before we talked again. I avoided him like the plague, slinking around the house, listening for his footsteps.

The night of the full moon, there was a knock on my door. I froze, unsure if I should answer it or not.

“Open the door, Liam,” my dad’s deep, commanding voice said. I immediately got up from my desk and opened it. Dad was both taller and wider than the doorframe, and he had to bend down to come inside my room. I backed up so he could.

“I’m sorry I haven’t talked to you, Liam, but I needed to think something through,” he admitted, nervously scratching the back of his neck. I said nothing.

“I—” he started, but paused. “I wanted to ask if you would like to join me tonight in the woods, during the full moon.” My eyes widened.

“Yes, Dad, I would like that very much,” I admitted, my face blushing a deep red. He smiled down at me.

“Thank you, Liam, I promise I’ll make this up to you. I’m so sorry I have been absent,” he apologized. I nervously shifted on my feet.

“It’s okay, Dad. I avoided you, too. Oh, and, um, would it be okay if you called me, um, ‘pup’ again? I like it,” I admitted sheepishly. He stared down at me for a second, that hunger growing in his eyes once more, making my cock jump.

“Sure, pup, I like it better, too,” he said with a smile. And just like that, he was gone.

The day couldn’t go by any slower. I tried to work on some homework to pass the time, but nothing worked. I laid in bed, my head turned to the side so I could watch the clock on my wall, counting the seconds, minutes, and finally hours. Around 8:00 PM, there was a firm knock on my door. I practically sprang out of bed. I’d been feeling the tingling and sensations for a few hours now, and it was only growing stronger.

“Hey, Dad,” I breathed. He stood before me as I opened the door, filling the frame completely.

“Hey, pup,” he said back, just staring down at me. The size difference was turning me on. For some reason, with the moonrise just around the corner, I was getting more and more pent up.

“Are you ready?” He asked a little mischievously. I blushed and nodded my head yes.

I followed him out into the backyard. Our house bordered the massive forest that spread for thousands of square miles.

“Dad, what are you doing?” I yelped in surprise as he began to strip.

“My clothes don’t fit when I turn, pup, so I hunt naked,” he said with a smirk, finally removing everything. I tried not to look, but he wasn’t being subtle about it, and I couldn’t help myself. I’ve dreamed of looking at my dad in all of his glory since I was 12.

I gasped when he turned to face me. He was hairy all over. His chest already looked like he was in werewolf form. The thick hair followed down his navel to his pelvis, and then finally his crotch, which was like a hairy bush. But in the bush was a beast’s cock. I had to stop myself from drooling. I couldn’t look away. Soft, his monster cock was easily seven inches long and as thick as a can of beer.

“Big, isn’t it?” He said with a smirk. “Come on, you’ve seen me, now it’s only fair that I get to see you,” he teased. I just stared at him.

“Do I need to command you, pup?” He asked, crossing his thick arms across his broad chest, making his pecs pop. As much as the idea of him commanding me to strip excited me, I slowly began to strip of my own accord.

He watched me with hungry eyes as I pulled off my shirt, then my pants, and then finally my tight boxer briefs. He whistled.

“So smooth. You must get that from your mom,” he commented, making me blush hard. He’d already seen it, but I wanted to hide my cock behind my hands. I was much smaller than him. At 18, my cock was only four inches soft, and about five and a half inches hard. And not that thick, either. Just pretty average. Nothing compared to my dad’s cock. His dwarfed mine. I couldn’t stop myself from growing hard at the thought of how small mine was compared to his.

“Move your hands,” my dad commanded, and I obeyed without a second thought.

“Cute little cocklet,” he said with a smirk, making me blush more.

“Thank you,” I mumbled.

“Well, now that we’re both naked, are you ready, pup?” He asked, and I excitedly nodded my head yes. He smiled before taking my hand in his and walking me into the woods.

We walked for a long time, maybe two hours or so, until he led us to a small clearing, surrounded by trees. It felt very private, intimate even. He finally let go of my hand.

“In a moment, the clouds will part, and you will feel the full energy of Luna, Goddess of the Moon, Night Creatures, and Fertility. Are you ready, pup?”

“Yes, Alpha,” I said, testing the title out and teasing him. I liked it. He stuttered for a moment, staring at me.

“I have to warn you, pup, saying things like that gets my wolf… excited. And It’s easy to lose control in my wolf form,” he said lowly, his voice nearly a growl. My skin tingled all over causing me to shiver. I hadn’t even realized that my cock was rock hard again and leaking precum like a broken faucet.

He stepped close, pulling me into the middle of the clearing. I blushed hard as my little cock pushed against his thigh.

“Nothing to be ashamed of, my little pup,” he said gently, cupping my smooth face in his strong hands. I closed my eyes and let out a calm breath, melting like putty in his embrace.

“That’s a good boy,” he praised, running his right thumb across my soft lips.

“Here it comes,” he said softly. I stared up at the cloudy sky and gasped as they seemed to part for the moon. Its bright, white radiance shone down on us, bathing us. I could feel the light soak into my skin, making me moan. I felt something changing inside me, like I was finally transforming into who I really was. I closed my eyes and breathed like my dad had told me to do on the walk over, taking it all in.

“My god,” my dad said softly. I curiously opened my eyes.

“You’re ears, pup. And your tail,” he said. I felt something twitch on my head, and my hearing grew incredible. I could hear the insects flying at the edges of the clearing. I slowly raised my hand up and gasped in shock when I felt two small, furry wolf ears. They moved with my thoughts, new muscles growing stronger connections. Then I felt something soft brush my back legs.

My eyes grew wider when I grabbed a hold of a small, furry tail. It was wagging like crazy, as if out of its own volition. Something burned deep in my lower belly, making me moan loudly. It was almost painful, like something was growing there, developing. Like new muscles being stretched.

“You’re beautiful, pup. I’ve never seen a more beautiful pup in my whole life,” my dad breathed, his hot breath rolling down my sensitive skin. I looked back up and met his now yellow, glowing eyes.

“It’s my turn,” he whispered. I watched in fascination and awe as he began to change. Fur sprouted where his body hair was, growing thicker and darker, covering more and more skin. His hands grew sharp claws, as did his feet. Large ears sprouted from his head, and he grew taller, legs developing haunches. He became wider, stronger, his muscles bulging and flexing beneath his fur. Finally, his face transformed, becoming more wolf-like while still retaining some human qualities. He sighed once his transformation was complete. I couldn’t look away from his magnificence. I was simultaneously filled with fear, reverence, and lust. He truly was an Alpha.

He breathed deeply through his snout, nostrils flaring, as he locked eyes with me, his yellow irises burrowing into my very being. Something hard, wet, and burning hot was pressed against my stomach. I didn’t need to look to see what it was.

“You smell so good, pup,” he growled, his new voice even deeper and rumbling than his human one. Every syllable seemed to have a slight growl attached to it. He brought his muzzle down by my neck, breathing deep. On instinct, I leaned my head to the side, exposing my smooth neck to him. He growled in satisfaction at my submission as his tongue ran down my neck, making me involuntarily moan. My nerves were on fire, begging for more. Everything, from sight to touch, felt tenfold.

“I will claim you as mine, pup. No one else will have you. You will be mine and mine alone,” he growled into my ear, his tongue teasing the cartilage.

“Yes, Alpha,” I whispered. He paused for a moment.

“I warned you, pup,” he growled. I nodded, fully understanding what I said. His tongue licked across my neck and face, lathering me in his saliva, making my skin sticky. He wrapped a large, clawed paw around my neck. Knowing what he wanted, I looked up and opened my mouth, offering it to him. This was the moment. There was no going back from this.

No longer just father and son, but now an Alpha and Omega, my dad plunged his thick tongue into my mouth, quickly filling it. I gagged and swallowed as he dumped saliva down my throat while his tongue, lathered the inside of my mouth. I practically went limp with pleasure in his grasp, and he easily held me up.

He growled and plunged his tongue deeper, sliding it down my throat. My neck bulged and stretched with the thickness of it as I gagged, my throat spasming. He drew back, pulling out of my mouth with a wet squelch. Our chests rose and fell heavily, our hot breath mingling in the space between us. I was too enraptured to say anything.

“On your knees,” he commanded. I instantly dropped down to the soft grass. I looked up at my Alpha, his dark fur bathed in radiant moonlight, his massive, transformed cock throbbing a few inches above my head. Our eyes met.

“Open,” he said, and I obeyed. He slid a clawed thumb into my mouth, scraping along my tongue and the inside of my cheeks. I realized then that the kiss was an act of claiming, but also a preparation for what was to come. I wrapped my lips around his furry, clawed thumb and sucked on it, making his eyes widen and his nostrils flare. I knew he was blushing under all of that fur.

He slipped his thumb from my mouth and wrapped it around his cock. Now more werewolf than human, his cock had also transformed. It was a dark red, and mostly resembled a human’s penis, but with two large bumps on either side at the bottom. It was thicker and longer now, at least a foot long, and as thick as my forearm. As scared as I was, something inside me knew I could do it. I was made for my Alpha. I was created by him, just for him. That was my purpose, why I existed: to serve my Alpha.

He smeared his thick, hot, throbbing cock against my face, scalding precum drooling onto my forehead, cheeks, and lips. He laid it flat on my face, looking at how big it was compared to my head. It nearly blocked my vision, and went well past the top of my head.

His thumb found my mouth once more and opened it wide. His other hand grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back before lining up his cock with my mouth. His cockhead was the size of an apple and pushed hard against my mouth, stretching my lips wide. I panicked when I felt my teeth scrape his cockhead, but he didn’t mind. In fact, it made him moan, and I felt his cock throb, a glob of precum squirting out, forcing me to swallow.

My jaw ached as it was forced wider and wider until his cockhead practically popped into my mouth with a loud, wet noise, filling it completely, pushing out my cheeks and stretching my jaw. He stayed like that for a few long minutes, letting me get used to the size of his cockhead. I had to swallow every 30 seconds as a hot burst of precum would gush directly into my throat.

When he began to push again, his cockhead hit the back of my throat. It clearly wasn’t wide enough to fit his cock, as it was smaller than my mouth. But that didn’t stop him. I gagged and whined around his cock as he pushed harder and harder. My cries were muffled as I felt my throat start to painfully expand, stretching to fit the invading cock. His cockhead pushed against the back of my throat, going further down to my larynx. I felt my throat expanding as his cock forced itself into my esophagus, traveling further down. My teeth harshly scraped against his cock as inch after grueling inch of werewolf cock was fed into my mouth, but the skin was too thick for him to really feel it.

With my head looking up at my Alpha, he could see my throat stretch to comical proportions as his cock snaked its way down my esophagus, finally working its way between the ring of the first ribs and the clavicles at the base of my neck. But there was still about 1/4th to go. Breathing was growing hard, and with his cock completely filling my throat, squashing my trachea closed, there wasn’t much I could do. He moaned every time I gagged and heaved, my throat spasming around his monster cock, massaging it.

“You’re doing so good, pup,” he breathed above me, caressing my bright red face as he watched inch after impossible inch disappear into my mouth. Tears and snot were streaming down my face, but I never tried to stop him. He was my Alpha, and he could do with me as he pleased. Not that I wanted to stop him anyways. He knew I wanted this, and I did.

Finally, his knot pushed against my lips, too wide to fit. I could feel his cock halfway down inside of me, pushing my lungs apart.

“Fuuuck,” he growled, his claws digging into my smooth face. He held me there for a moment, stretching me out, before he began to pull back. My teeth scraped along the length of his cock as he slid it further and further out of my throat. My lungs filled with air, and I cried with relief. My throat was sore and throbbing painfully.

Just as his cockhead filled my mouth again, he began feeding me his cock once more. I gagged as he pushed his entire length down my throat much quicker this time. Then he drew his cock out faster, until just his cockhead was in my mouth, before roughly driving it back down my throat, making my body spasm.

Sharp claws dug into the sides of my head as he began using my mouth and throat like his own fleshlight, pulling me back and forth, filling me over and over. Every time he thrusted into me, his cock would stretch down my esophagus, squeezing between my lungs, forcing the air out. I quickly learned how to time my breathing with his predictable thrusts.

He grew more rough, growling and snarling as he used me as a toy, my body sagging and ragdolling beneath him as he jerked my head back and forth, bashing my lips against his knot with every hilting. Just as his thrusts grew erratic, he roared and ripped his cock out of my throat and mouth, his monster cock spasming but not cumming. I went limp, collapsing to the ground, a foaming cocktail of throat mucus, saliva, and precum frothing from my nose and mouth. I laid there, gulping down air, clutching my sore, battered throat.

“That’s a good pup,” my Alpha cooed, leaning down on his haunches to run a hand down my cheek.

“You know,” he started, wiping some of the sticky foam from my chin and feeding it to me between my bruised lips. “No one’s ever been able to take my werewolf cock before. Many in my pack have tried, but no one’s succeeded. You’re special, pup. Made just for me.”

My heart burned hot from his praise. A mighty beast like my Alpha was happy with me. How could I not feel good? It was all worth it, no matter how much it hurt. I greedily sucked in his finger as he wiped up all of the froth and fed me every last drop.

He helped me to my feet, my legs wobbling. The moon shone brightly, basking us in its divine light.

“Looks like someone liked it as well,” he chuckled deeply, motioning to my cock and his haunches. I’d came, more than once, on his legs while he’d brutally fucked my throat, and I didn’t even notice. Now that I was aware, my balls ached.

“Are you ready, pup?” My Alpha whispered into my ear, lapping at my skin as his clawed hands found my perky ass. I let out a long, lusty moan as he pushed a clawed finger into my tight hole.

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’,” he chuckled. “I will mount you right here in the grass like the bitch you are,” he growled before grabbing my hair and throwing me down on my stomach.

I moaned into the grass, clutching clumps of it, as he kneeled down behind me, his claws teasing red lines down my supple skin. I shuddered beneath his imposing shadow as his hulking form blocked out the moon. He leaned down, his hot breath running down my back as he licked and nipped at my skin, making his way down to my round ass.

His claws dug into my skin, each hand grabbing a round globe as he stretched them apart, exposing my tight hole to the cool, forest air. He sandwiched his muzzle between then, his nose pushing against my entrance.

I gasped as I felt the cold air rush against my hole as he took a deep breath in.

“Mmm, I can smell you’ve never been taken before, pup. Fuck, you’re so fertile, too. I’m going to pop your cherry and finally claim you as mine,” he said, his growls muffled and buried in my ass.

I yelped as a thick, burning hot tongue easily pushed its way inside of me. I was a virgin, yes, but I also frequently fucked myself with a secret dildo I’d found in my friend’s parents’ dresser drawer during a sleepover a few years ago. It wasn’t a small dildo, either.

My Alpha let out a throaty growl as his tongue snaked inside of me, stretching me wide to fit it. But instead of going down the usual route, his tongue lowered, pushing into a tunnel that had not been there before. I couldn’t help myself as I let out a scream of pure pleasure. His tongue traveled further down this foreign path, making me writhe and squirm beneath him, the walls full of hypersensitive nerve endings. His tongue pressed against something, some kind of ring at the end of the tunnel, that made my body seize up from how sensitive it was. Without warning, my Alpha slurped his tongue from my hole, making me gasp as cold air filled the void.

“Praise Luna, Goddess of the Moon, Night Creatures, and Fertility for blessing my pup with a fertile womb!” My Alpha cried over and over in a prayer-like chant, his muscular, furry arms raised to the sky. All I could do was lay there, catching my breath, trying to form coherent thoughts.

After several minutes of chanting, my Alpha got back to work with his tongue, filling me, stretching this new passage that snaked lower to my crotch inside of me.

He pulled his tongue out, gasping, before replacing it with his burning hot rod at the entrance.

“It’s time, pup. I'm going to break you open, make you mine, and then pump you full of an entire litter of grand-pups,” he snarled hungrily.

“Please!” I begged, grabbing at either side of my ass and pulling my cheeks apart.

He pressed his cockhead against my small hole. The size difference was so absurd that his cockhead felt blunt against my ass, rather than pointed like it was. He began to push hard. I cried out, the pressure building, pushing harder and harder and harder, until my body yielded to my Alpha.

I screamed to the night sky from both overwhelming pleasure and pain. Once the cockhead had pushed through, I had no time to react before he was shoving more and more inside of me. This new tunnel was much more flexible than my throat, and opened for him. I groaned when his cockhead roughly slammed against the closed ring at the end of the tunnel, but he still hadn’t gotten all of his cock inside me yet. He began pushing harder.

“Wait, my Alpha! Stop!” I cried, using all of my energy to string words together. I was trying to tell him that that ring wasn’t one meant to be opened yet. I could feel that it wasn't. But he ignored me, pinning my upper back to the grass as I ripped up fistfuls of it, crying out beneath him. My back instinctively arched, pushing my ass out against him.

He pushed harder and harder, the pressure building as pain came in intense waves from my bulging lower stomach. It was too much. Just barely pulling back, my Alpha used all of his strength and defeated my cervix, thrusting it open, forcing his cock inside. The rest of his cock slid inside me up to his knot as his cockhead pushed against the top of my uterus, bulging out my stomach.

My entire body shook and spasmed beneath him as I instantly came, hot tears streaming down my face. The pain was so great that I tried to push my pelvis down to the grass to make him pull some of his cock out, but he grabbed my tail and yanked my ass back up, higher than before. He stayed like that for a moment, catching his breath.

“You’re a good pup,” he praised. “You’re the first to ever take my werewolf cock, and I’m the first cock you’ve ever taken. We are meant for each other,” he breathed.

I just laid there, tears burning my cheeks, saliva drooling from the corner of my mouth, my entire body humming with pleasure and pain.

I didn’t have the energy to cry out when he began to thrust into me, battering my cervix over and over, fucking it until it gaped for him. He truly became an animal then, roaring and snarling as he fucked me into the earth, bruising my uterus. I was in pure bliss and agony, my insides burning with pain while I came with every single thrust. Within a minute he’d fucked out every last drop of my cum, but I continued to climax with every thrust, my cock pulsing, but nothing coming out.

I definitely passed out a few times, but woke up when he would change positions. I woke up again when he roughly yanked on my hair, squashing my puppy ears, as he pulled me up to my knees. My arms flailed with nothing to grab on to as he thrust into me from behind. In this position I could feel my gut bulging more than before. While I couldn’t see it because my head was being yanked back, I felt it with shaking hands, felt it grow and shrink with every thrust, feel my skin grow taught and stretch. I wanted him to fill me with his seed, to pump me full and impregnate me. I knew he would, but I wanted it now. I needed it, before my mind broke and I passed out.

Despite my insides being beaten to a pulp, I managed to flex my pelvic muscles in between his bone-shattering thrusts. I felt his cock swell, growing thick inside of me. He jackhammered into me, growing more and more erratic. His breathing hitched as he slammed into me so hard that his knot popped inside. My Alpha roared so loud he could be heard for miles.

I felt his burning hot seed blast into me, pumping directly into my uterus. It was a never-ending flow. My insides groaned as my uterus was forced to expand, my belly stretching wider and wider until I looked like I was already nine months pregnant. Then I finally passed out, falling asleep from pure exhaustion.

When I woke up, I was blinded by the bright sun warming my skin above me. I could also feel something warm and hard behind me. I wiggled my waist and gasped when I felt my Alpha’s cock still buried deep inside my hole. But it wasn't as big as before. I looked over my shoulder to find my dad, back in his human form, his face peaceful and satisfied in his slumber. I blushed with pride as I felt my still swollen belly. I was shocked since I thought it would all rush out of me when my dad either pulled out or transformed, but it was all still inside.

I rotated my hips again and gasped when I felt his human cockhead push against my cervix. It was bruised and gaping, yes, but there was a thick, wax-like gelatin plugging it closed. As bruised as my cervix was, it felt good grinding his cock against the waxy cork.

“I see someone woke up feeling horny,” my dad moaned from behind me, wrapping his strong arms around my torso, pinning my back against his broad, hairy chest. He slowly began thrust inside of me, pushing against my plugged cervix over and over. I squirmed and moaned in his grasp.

“You did so well last night,” he whispered into my ear as I whimpered with need. “You’re such a special pup.” He kissed the back of my head and then peppered my neck with kisses and bite marks.

“Daddy, am I really… pregnant?” I asked nervously. I wanted it to be true so badly but I had to know for certain.

“Yes, my little pup, you’ve got a whole litter in here, praise the Moon Goddess,” he said with a smile while rubbing my sore, swollen stomach. “The pack will rejoice tonight with a feast.”

“The pack?”

“Yes, my pup, I must introduce them to their new Omega. They will be so excited,” he sighed contentedly.

“I love you, Dad. My Alpha and my father,” I whispered, drawing a moan of approval from him. His thrust grew faster, making me gasp before he thrusted hard against my corked cervix, washing it with his seed.

“I love you, too, pup,” he said. He pulled his wet cock from my abused hole and carefully turned me around so that we were facing each other, my pregnant belly pressing between us. He took my face into his hands and kissed me, first gently, but growing more and more passionate. He dominated my mouth with his tongue. It was so hot that I suddenly spasmed, moaning, as I came. Nothing came out, but my body still shook with the waves of pleasure.

“That good, huh?” He laughed. I blushed hard. “You’re so beautiful when you blush.” He kissed both of my cheeks. “We have so much ahead of us,” he whispered, kissing my face all over. I’d never been more content, wanted nothing more than this right here. I wanted this, needed this even. I didn’t care about school or friends or books or games. Just this; curled up with my Dad and Alpha, safe from everything, full of a litter of his pups. I absentmindedly rubbed my swollen belly, humming to myself.