Luca's Midnight Guest

Luca's Midnight Guest
Tags: Werewolf, Knot, Violence, Hetero

Luca rolled over, and blinked back the sunlight. Under her fingers she could feel warm fur, and she gripped it by instinct. She could feel the heave and fall of breathing right under her head, and when she looked she realized she was laying against a shaggy wolf.

 Her body went stiff. Why was a wolf in her house?

She felt sore all over, certain places in particular. She was laying on the floor, wearing nothing but tank top that had a rip taken out of the side. While she was a little groggy, she felt well rested.

Luca sank her face into the fur, and took a deep breath. The musk filled her nose, and she felt a wave of relief go over her body.

The wolf shook, and turned its head to face her. She locked eyes with it, and the wolf gave her a feverish set of licks on the face.

She laughed, then felt her thighs squeeze together. A flash, a memory, fell into her mind.

It was her and a man, a face she recognized. It was Johnathon from work, one of the laborers, well built and swarthy. For the longest time, Luca was sure John liked her. Occasionally she caught him making eyes at her, then he would wipe a hand across his face and try to return to his work. It was flattering, a man that looked so good sweating in a tank top could probably get any lady he wanted. Instead he saw Luca and could barely take his eyes off of her.

Finally she admitted she liked him too, and they went went back to her place after a few drinks at the bar. It was a little foggy in her head, but she remembered John’s apprehension as they came through the door. She remembered him sniffing at the air, as if her place stank.

“You have a cat?” He mentioned offhand.

She laughed, and told him she was cat-sitting for a friend.

“I like dogs really, but she needed my help.”

He was relieved. They talked, and that turned to kissing, and that turned heavier. Then John got nervous, stood up in the middle of their makeout session, and said he had to go.

“Are you sure?” She asked, “Is it something I did?”

He shook his head, “No, I’m just… I can’t risk this. I’m sorry.”

He went to the door, said his goodbyes, and left. She could see the regret in his eyes, the absolute burning lust.

The wolf stood, and Luca had to sit up so it could walk around. It almost seemed lost, confused on exactly where it was. It sniffed around her apartment for a moment, and Luca pulled her knees up and was satisfied watching it walk around. Then it came and put its head in her lap, and she let her knees fall and pet the animal.

She remembered the rest of that night. With John gone, she resigned herself to a night alone. She sat in the living room, the only light the muted television, wondering what was wrong with her. She could remember the warmth of his fingers on her sides, the touch of his lips against hers, the forceful press of his tongue. As she sat there in front of the TV, her mind wandered.

In the present, she touched at the torn shirt, and hissed as a shock of pain went through her body. It wasn’t just a ripped shirt, there was a wound there, though no blood. It was like she had been cut, clawed at even, and it scabbed over during the night.

“Did you do this?” Luca asked the wolf laying against her with a smile on her face.

He whined, and rubbed his head against her hand.

As she scratched his head, her fingers slowed down. The room she was in was trashed, but she hadn’t noticed the chunk taken out of the wall, four deep marks that curved down to a point.

Something more happened last night. Trying to remember made her head throb. She groaned, and put both hands on the side of her head.

The wolf stood, and licked her across the face.

It came to her all at once. She shuddered in place, shaking free the strange malaise over her mind. Her room wasn’t just trashed, it was a crime scene, furniture overturned, bloodstains.

The night before, something came. As she watched TV that night, she heard growling. At first she assumed it was just a neighbor’s dog, hanging around the door, making her night miserable. She tried to put up with it, but the growling and low barks continued until she went to the door and opened it. Out in the darkness, she saw glowing eyes, and a mouth full of point-sharp teeth. She slammed the door closed, and heard a low thud on the other side.

There was heavy sniffing at the bottom of the door, and Luca took unbalanced steps backwards. It was outside though, she was safe.

Then it howled. It was piercing, she ran to her couch with her ears covered, turned the TV up as loud as she could. She could still hear it, as if it was coming from inside her. It howled again, and again, and Luca could feel tears streaking across her face.

The howling stopped, and the only noise was her sobbing, and the TV. She found her phone, and tried to think who to call. What was the number for animal control? Would they even do anything about a big dog that was just howling at night?

She knew it was more than a dog, it was a wolf, a hunter. She started to dial the police, and then the door shook with so much force that she yelped and dropped her phone. She reached down and grabbed it, tried to turn it over and unlock it again so she could call, but the door bucked with another blow.

A dog couldn’t do that, not even a wolf. It hit the middle of her door. She needed help now.

But the door cracked open, and in the light from her living room, she could see those eyes and teeth. They weren’t down low like before, it was up on its hind legs, large claws outstretched, rippling muscle covered in a thin coat of fur.

Luca jumped up and stood in the middle of the room. The creature stormed in on all fours, growling so low that she could feel the vibrations. Its eyes were locked on hers.

She wanted to scream, but something stopped her. She couldn’t manage it, couldn’t manage to run, couldn’t attack. All she could do was watch as it clawed forward in slow steps.

It took in a heavy waft of her scent, then rapid sniffs that climbed her leg. She trembled as it moved up her leg. It stopped at her groin, and took in deep.

She couldn’t figure out why it would stop. The creature lifted up in front of her, it kept rising until it towered over her. Each of its claws looked sharp enough to rip her to shreds, each tooth looked long enough to impale her. Still, she couldn’t move.

Its lip twitched as it growled at her. It shifted its head forward, and Luca yelped. It leaned in closer, and she took a step back. With each step she took, it took one in kind, following her steps. If anything got close, lamps, chairs, it reached out and struck it with a might that startled her.

Then she felt her back hit the wall, and she gasped. Before she could move to the side, its claws dug into both walls. It snarled, and moved closer until she could feel the heat of its breath over her face. The whole body was hot, as if all that mass was burning inside. She could feel the proximity.

She closed her eyes, and whispered a prayer. Anything she could think of.

Behind her eyelids, she could imagine it. When its breath hit her, she could see those eyes, those teeth. She could feel his fur at her shoulders, and saw that chest of fur and brawn.

It grabbed her at the shoulder and forced her to turn facing the wall. At first she didn’t know what to expect, then she felt it press close behind her. There was a strange heat against her exposed thighs. It was familiar, and at once not. As it growled next to her ear, that hot length slid against her inner thigh. No instinct could deny what she was being exposed to. It ground it against her, pressed up between her legs, forcing her to face the reality of that lewd contact just one pair of shorts away from its intended goal.

She tried to push back, but it growled so hard that she swept her arms in, and tried not to move. It could kill her, she knew that for sure. There was no doubt that if it wanted, it would crush her like it did her recliner.

It began to make slow mock-thrusts. It had a girth that made it hard to ignore. Even if she was terrified, she could feel every inch as it slid over her. She pulled her knees together, and a shiver ran through her. A clawed finger slid into her waistband and tugged down.

Luca was trapped.

Then she heard her name.

“Luca!” It was John behind her. She looked over her shoulder and him in the doorway. He was covered in weapons, a shotgun in one hand and a large knife in the other.

“Get away from her creature.”

The terrible roar it let out made her cringe. It turned away from her, and she slid to the floor, turning toward the pair.

It walked forward, unafraid, claws at the ready.

In the present, Luca was shivering. She looked down at the wolf, her mouth hanging open.

“You killed him,” She whispered, looking at the blood on her walls, “You murdered him, and I just watched.”

She remembered it all now. It was impossible to look away as it happened. John tried to shoot it with the shotgun, and only managed to stun it for a moment. It ripped the weapon from his hands, and tore into his vest. The fight trailed around the room, each weapon John pulled only serving to slow the creature for mere moments. It knocked him against the walls, threw him over furniture. Luca watched the whole time, hypnotized by the violence, the blood, the smell of the viscera.

When he finished killing John, the wolf turned to her, leaned back, and let out a triumphant howl.

There, kneeling near the wall, the howl spoke to her. It told her the winner was decided, that the stronger man was before her, that she knew what to do next.

Luca turned over onto all fours, her butt in the air. She watched over her shoulders as he approached, his manhood erect and swaying.

Her shorts were torn away with one snatch, and he took his position above her. As his head pressed against her, began to slide in without ceremony, she realized she was already wet. Thankfully, as he pressed in deep right away, growling as he filled her. She gasped out loud, at the odd texture, the tremendous size. He pressed in again, finding a strange rhythm.

It was unsurprisingly feral. He grunted as his hips pressed forward, and Luca shook with the impact. It surprised her how well she took it. His dick seemed to touch every part of her, pressed in just the right way. It made her thighs squeeze together, made her arms feel weak.

He wrapped an arm around her, his claws holding her so tight as he pressed forward that she could feel it bite into her skin. She hissed at the pain, but didn’t fight back. She let his thrusts pick up in pace, rode the rising waves of pleasure as his low rumbling became whining growls.

She felt an odd pressure, like her balloon swelling at her entrance. Her first reaction was to yell, and as she tried to move to escape the uncomfortable pressure, she realized she couldn’t. It was just inside her, and too large to come free.

It was a knot, and the creature seemed to realize she had no way to get free. He drove her down into the carpet, his thrusts becoming small jabs. Her body went through pulses of pain and pleasure as he pressed in deeper and then pulled until his own failsafe made it impossible to go further. It felt like all of him was swelling as his pace reached a peak.

He drove her toward the wall, and she reached a hand out and held herself away from being crushed against it. This didn’t discourage him, he seemed lost in his own world, violent growling and sharp howls as he pressed and pressed. Her body felt ready to explode, or collapse, and she didn’t know which would come first.

Then he bit down at her shoulder. She cried out in pain first, but then realized it was no real bite, too soft to even draw blood. He let out a hot burst inside her, his teeth holding her close as his arms kept her pinned at the hands.

She felt her scream turn to a moan, and the next made her toes curl in pleasure. He started to drive into her again as he continued to fill her every fold with his seed. Her whole body shuddered, shakes of ecstasy, her mind fading with each jolt.

Her arms grew weak, and she fell forward. He still wasn’t deflated, and she couldn’t help but wonder just how long her would stay in her, pumping warm spurt after spurt.

Luca watched the wolf in the present. He licked her hand, and then backed away.

“Who… what… are you?” Luca asked as she stood.

The sore sensation, the scars, the heat, the smell. She knew this wolf.

He let out a bark, and then trotted toward the barely closed door.

“Wait,” She said, standing there in her destroyed room, “Why?”

It looked at her, and its eyes wandered to her scar at her side.

She felt it, the scabs. It was a deep cut before, but it had healed by morning. That wasn’t normal.

The wolf nudged the door open, and Luca followed, nude from the waist down, and stood in her doorway. The wolf trotted into the morning sun, and then turned a circle. It motioned for her to follow, and then ran off.

She knew she was going to follow it. Something inside her said so. It came to her, it found her. Now she was his, and he was hers. What had it done to her?

Luca stepped out into the morning light, and tried to keep up.