Werewoman: Part 10 (Patreon)

We share a laugh, but it is brief.  William studies me, the worry in him evident on his chiseled features.  He was always the worrier, especially when it came to me.

“Hey.”  I slap his knee.  “I’m okay man.  Really.”

“Nah.  This can’t be good.  This is…”

“Impossible.”  I shrug.  “It’s magic, real honest to goodness magic.  It just is what it is.  I’m too fuckin stupid to make sense of it so…might as well just accept it.”

“Are you going to…I don’t know, see a doctor or something?”

“No way!  I ain’t being a guinea pig for nobody.”

He nods in understanding.  “Can’t blame ya.”

“I figure there’s only one night a month that I can’t control this thing.  It shouldn’t be too hard to hide.”  I grin.  “Meanwhile I’ve got this whole other form to explore and have fun with.  Bro, being a chick is fucking AWESOME!”

He looks me up and down.  “You’re lucky you turned out hot.  Damn dude!”

“Not bad, eh?”  I slip my sweater back to reveal more leg.  “Soooo…”  I nod off toward the bedroom.  “…you want a turn or what?  We’ve got until sun up.”

“Fuck!  No!  That is so weird.”  He shakes his head.  “This is so weird.  Knowing that you’re in there.  Knowing that it’s…you.”

I laugh.  “I know.  Come on man, why not?  I know you like this body.  I see ya peeking.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“Some things didn’t change.”

“Ha!  Guess not.”

“Come on William.”  I say, surprising even myself by how much I wanted him right now.  “Let’s have some fun.”

It wasn’t simply lust that made me want him, Danny and Ernest had quenched that thirst quite satisfactorily, it went so much deeper than that.  I loved the dude, unashamedly.  He was my best friend and I wanted to share my gift with him more than anybody.  I wanted to bring some much needed joy into his life.  Thanks to the scars of his combat days, the mental far worse than the physical, he’d not had an easy time of it since returning to the world.  Trouble with jobs and relationships, issues with booze, run ins with the law, all the usual veteran shit that society conveniently turned a blind eye to when their sons and daughters had been used up.  I knew how much he blamed himself for not being ‘strong’ enough to bear the weight of his demons and I knew the guilt he carried for being sent home after his injuries and leaving me and his other brothers on the field to finish the fight without him.  I knew him better than anyone not his Mom and Dad, even better than them in some ways, and I knew the good and true and loyal heart beating inside the big man’s wide chest.  If there was anybody on this Earth that deserved a hot night of passion with a super-model it was him.

He continues to stare at me.  His eyes glide up and down my curvaceous form clearly desiring my new body but unable to confess it.  With my fresh mindset I couldn’t deny that I found myself attracted to him too.  He was a huge, powerful stallion of a man whom, I knew from the rain room back at boot camp, had the junk to match.  Remembering how damn good Ernest felt with his fat tool I couldn’t help but wonder what one even thicker and much longer would feel like.

Seizing the reins I decide to take the decision out of his hands.  Taking his hand I stand up.  “Come on soldier.”  He hesitates a moment but stands up.  Pulling him behind me I start back toward his bedroom but we aren’t even out of the living room yet when he stops me.  I turn to look at him.  “Come on.  It’s cool.”

His hard face is unreadable as he towers over me and stares into my eyes.  All at once he pulls me back into him and the next thing I knew I was inside of his crushing embrace with our lips mashed together.

“Mmmmmm!”  I moan into his mouth as he kisses me HARD.  His massive body envelopes mine, his muscular arms holding me effortlessly.  His stubble was stiff but his lips soft, the combination making it unlike any kiss I’d ever felt.  Even as a dude I would have been hard pressed to escape such an embrace by the big guy, as Alexis I hadn’t a chance.  Not that I wanted to escape.  I give myself over to him and enjoy the ride.  He turns and presses me into the wall as he kisses me with a furious passion. “Hmmmmm.”  He grabs my hair and pulls me into him with a humbling strength that made my legs go weak and my pussy get wet.  “Mmmmmmm.”

When at last our kiss parts I am left gasping, my head spinning with desire.  “Oh my God…fuck me!”

He smirks that rugged smile of his.  “That’s so gay.”

I jab him in the stomach, surely hurting my hand more than his hard abs.  “Asshole.”

He stares…no…he gazes deeply into my green eyes, and I gaze back.  What I see inside of his soul brings tears to my eyes.  I never knew a man could be so beautiful.

Reaching up I stroke his cheek and whisper.  “I love you William.”

He touches his forehead to mine.  “I know.”  He kisses me again, this time sweet and tender.  “My brother.”

Taking my wrist he leads me away, but not toward the bedroom as I expected.  Instead he leads me to his spare room which he used for storage.  I look about at the camping gear and gun safe and the pictures from his service years on the walls.  This was a weird place to do it but…so be it.  I face him and glance down toward his crotch with scorching ‘fuck me’ eyes as I lick my plump lips.  My passion was not reflected however.  There was desire, yes, but something was going on inside of that thick skull of his.  He takes me to the closet where he had various hunting and fishing supplies and opens it up.

“What the hell are we doing?”  I laugh.  “We’re not fitting in there.”

William is silent.  His focus unwavering.  He faces me and stands tall.  He takes my slender right hand into his big left mitt and holds it tight, our palms pressed tight together.  With his other hand he reaches into the closet and I see a glint of steel as a double edged combat knife is pulled from a sheath.

“William?  What the fuck are you…?”  I pull against him but do not budge him, his arm might as well been made of iron.  He brings the knife to hold it between us and lifts my hand, still firmly gripped in his, up in front of me.  I shake my head and struggle helplessly, trying to twist or turn or pry my hand from his.  My hand goes nowhere.  “William!  William stop!  It’s the full moon!  The curse…!”

His face softens into a gentle smile.  “Do you really think I’m going to let you have this adventure by yourself?  Do you really think I’m going to let you do this alone?”  He lets out a warm deep chuckle.  “You ought to know me better than that.”

My struggles and protests fade as his peaceful expression soothes my worries.  He showed no fear, no trepidation, and no doubt.  Love, loyalty, honor, courage…these were the things I saw instead.  I look at the blade and back at him again…and give him a slow nod.  Keeping the cold steel blade flat he pushes up between our clasped palms.  Once in place he twists the handle just slightly so that the razor edge bites against the tender flesh of our palms.  I bring my other hand and put it over his on the handle of the knife.  I tighten my fingers around his.

“For he today, that sheds his blood with me…”

“…shall always be my brother.”

“And sister.”

“Oorah.”

“Oorah!”

As one we pull the knife down, drawing the honed edges across our palms to slice the skin.  We stand staring eye to eye as our hands remain tightly gripped and the hot blood that now wets our pressed palms mixes and mingles.

Part 11