Wolf Season - Hentai Werewolves Erotica (Halloween Special)

Hello everyone, hope you are doing awesome. Since we are dangerously approaching Halloween, here's some more Halloween Special. Hope you are going to enjoy this first part of a Hentai/erotica werewolves story. First time ever I'm doing one of those. 

Comments and feedback appreciated as always.

Wolf Season

A Hentai Short Story

Written By

Camille Juteau

Starring

Alex

Prologue

Tonight was one of those nights.

I could feel my tits perking through the thin fabric of the nightgown I wore. It was getting worse as time went on. It felt like my nipples were digging through the silky fabric. What could I do? I meant to ignore it, but it wasn’t working. The more  I did, the more I could feel the heavyweight of my breasts taking a toll on me. This happened more often when I wasn’t wearing any brassiere, but not to this degree. My nipples were desiring something tonight.

I was horny.

I had to admit it myself at least. And it was freaking difficult. I had my boobs casually resting on the edge of my wooden desk. They were taking up quite a bit of space on my desk, but it was okay since my keyboard was small and minimalistic in general.

Felt like I would have to bring up my trusty old friend: Mr. Dildo tonight. The more we were getting deep into the cold season of Autumn, the more I felt my body getting warmer when I was alone in my room like this. Describing it as being in heat wouldn’t exactly be the right term, but it might as well be the case, to be honest. I felt that way. I felt in heat. I felt like my insides were constantly bubbling up as soon as I was alone with myself. If there was a way to make it stop, I would. Because in the end, pleasuring myself never made it stop entirely. It only pressed the pause button on it and then someone else would press the play button almost as soon as I had my back turned. Grrr. I bit my lower lip I was so mad I couldn’t get to think about anything else for a change.

I wish I had someone to talk about that kind of stuff. I wish I could confess to someone. And a man for a change. But so many men sucked so bad it was tough as shit to trust any of them. I hated the idea and the concept of desiring a ‘fuck-friend’, but that was exactly what I was craving for. I had no desire to have a boyfriend. Way too much work and way too much drama. But if only I could have something to fall back on once in a while. If only I had a true man, not an immature boy that could go out and see to spend an hour or two with. Someone simple. Someone warm and cozy that could be there for me. Basically, I’d love to have someone like the awesome character of Hellboy. Yup. I needed my very own Hellboy. A kind demon that wouldn’t judge me and take care of me. And there I was, daydreaming again. Or rather, night dreaming as I realized how much time was flying. I snapped out of his trance I was in. But, of course, I was still horny as fuck. My nipples were still hurting and visibly demanding some much-needed attention. I removed my glasses, placed them right next to my keyboard and rubbed my face. I had been awake for far too long. That was a fact.

Outside, the clouds were dark, and they were pouring with dense, angry rain. The skies were so black that a lightning storm could have been coming although there had been no solid indications of them in the news today. But perhaps I was interpenetrating this all wrong. What if the clouds weren’t in rage? What if it was all the contrary? What if the clouds were simply horny? What if the rains symbolized… Right. I should probably stop thinking about that kind of thing now. Especially since it’s only the middle of the afternoon.

Why was I feeling so frisky recently? I hated it. I couldn’t think about anything else.

My name was Alexa.

I was twenty-seven years old.

I lived with my step-dad and two step-brothers. I wasn’t blood-related to any of them, but they were family. And while sharing a house with three immature boys was a living hell at times, it also had its perks such as costing me next to nothing to inhabit this place. But not having any other women in the house anymore was a big loss. It sucked.

Anyway, there was a storm coming outside, and I was therefore made a prisoner of this house for the time being. I sat on the edge of my bed with my arms resting on the frame of the window in my room, looking at the pretty, but quite aggressive rain outside. I was bored. I was currently listening to some music. I was listening to ‘Mama’ by ‘My Chemical Romance’. The song was being played out loud by my laptop that was lying on the bed with me. But then, I felt something coming into my bedroom. A wind. Not just any wind. A warm one. It flew past me coming from the closed window and infiltrated my room. Weird. I thought my window was properly shut, so I didn’t run the risk to have rain coming inside.

Wait. Hold on. I did shut the window properly. What was up with that? How did the wind come inside in the first place? I had no idea. But I decided not to think too much about it. I preferred it that way. So, I then stood up, got out of the room and went to fetch something to eat and drink downstairs. Both of my parents were asleep, so I had to be careful not to wake them. They didn’t deserve this.

Once downstairs, I went into the fridge, tried finding something I’d like to eat, but found nothing. Realized I wasn’t hungry really. I closed the door of the fridge. But then, something randomly caught my eye outside as I closed the door of the fridge and unblocked the view to the window on the other side of the room. Through a window, into the lonely night, I thought I saw something moving. Really quickly. I didn’t see it that well. It scared me a bit. I jumped when I saw it. I wasn’t sure if it was an animal or a person, but I did come closer to the window to see if it was still there. But by the time I came to the window, whatever it was, it was gone. Entirely. The only thing I could see surrounding the dark woods on the edge of our property. The woods that looked so much eerier at night.

But I didn’t think anything else of it and went back upstairs into my room. As soon as I closed the door behind me, I felt that my room was a lot warmer than it was minutes ago when I went downstairs which didn’t make a lot of sense as I was out of it for exactly four minutes. The aura and the atmosphere in the air were completely different here. Something had changed for some reason. Almost as if I was no longer alone in here. There was something else. I had no idea what it was, but I could swear that I was feeling something.

“Be careful,” I suddenly heard as a masculine voice behind me. I jumped. Surprised. A masculine voice? This could one of my two brothers. No. It sounded louder and deeper than the boys. It had to be my step-dad. Although, it didn’t sound like him at all either. Three seconds after hearing the ‘be careful’ words behind, I quickly spun around to discover that there was a stranger standing at the centre of my room. A man I had never seen before. Despite the fact that he was really tall and noticeably skinny, he looked like a normal guy.

“What the fuck? Who are you?” I shouted at the top of my lungs, scared to see this tall stranger in my room appearing out of nowhere. The song that was being played on my laptop was so loud that probably no one in the house heard me shouting.

“I’m here to warn you. Coming with the storm, there will be a demon. He’s going to want to possess you,” the dark stranger revealed to me. I almost laughed, but I was too scared to do something like that.

“A demon? Possessing me? This makes absolutely no sense,” I told him, trying to remain calm until I found the courage to storm out of the room.

“It actually makes a lot of sense.”

“How come?”

“A lot of not so well-behaved persons are looking forward to meeting you in the underworld.”

“Um-um. Right. And what would make me believe you exactly?” this dude was clearly full of shit. “What would make me believe there is a demon on its way to come possess me?”

“Because,” he paused and sensually pulled back some of his perfect hair that covered his forehead. When removed from his forehead, it revealed that this man had two horns. Two demonic-looking horns that were pointed in my direction as if they were staring at me. “I’m his brother,” he continued, revealing a bit more of the story he was coming up with for me.

“Your brother?”

“My brother,” he confirmed.

“I don’t get it. Why would I have anything do with demons? It makes no sense. And why would inhabitants of the underworld would even want to be watching me?” I stood up in the room, shocked and drastically unamused by everything the demon that came exclusively to see me said.

“I know it’s hard to understand, but I promise this is the truth.”

“If so, what do I do now?”

“...” he didn’t answer at first.

“What are you expecting me to do?” I dug for as much information as I potentially could. Silent, he slowly walked up to me. I was scared. I was afraid. But at the same time, I somehow felt secured and reassured in the presence of this stranger that called himself a demon. I didn’t know what to do. Since the room was so uncomfortably silent, I found myself to be able to hear his heartbeat, beating incredibly fast and loud. At first, I thought it was mine but truly wasn’t. Not only that, but this stranger in my bedroom also smelled fresh. He smelled so nice that it wasn’t a shame to say that he made my room smell nicer only with his demonic presence.

“I truly want you to believe me. Therefore, forgive me for what I am about to do,” he confessed to me.

“What are you saying? What are you going to do to me?” I had no idea what he meant, but before I knew it, the stranger swiftly raised his right arm in the air and placed the palm of his hand right against my forehead, moving away some of my squared bangs that covered it in the process. The wind blew my hair away and as soon as I felt a warmth going through my forehead, I was suddenly transported somewhere. Suddenly, I was in a dark, Victorian-looking castle. What this supposed to be Hell or something? It was dark. It was scary. It was night. But it sure didn’t feel like Hell. But it did feel like a different time. I stood in the middle of the throne room of this castle, seeing the empty throne in front of me. At one point, I looked down to discover that I was wearing something entirely different that I originally was back in my room, my normal, casual clothes had all been replaced by a skimpy suit of armour. A chain mail that left little to the imagination.

It was like a fantasy.

I would never, ever wear anything like this normally. Why was I wearing this all of a sudden? Who put this on me? Where was I here in the first place? What was going on? Was it the strange man who appeared out of nowhere in my room minutes ago?

“Hello?” I said with the bravest voice I could possibly pull off at such an odd time.

“How do you like the place, sweetheart?” the voice was the same as the one of the man in my room earlier. The source of the voice came from behind me. I quickly turned around to discover the shadowy silhouette of a dark figure. Then, as the full moon rose in the night sky, shining a light through the window, shining a bright light on him, the humanoid shape suddenly changed before my eyes to something entirely different.

Gone was the man.

There was no man in me that night in this strange castle.

There was only a beast.

The wolf.