Hungry Like the Wolf

Willow sighed as she felt each minute go by as if it were an eternity while she waited for Oz to arrive. Using the spare key he gave her, she had let herself into the house he and his band mates shared off campus. Thankfully, the rest of the band was out of town for a week playing a series of gigs; Oz would have gone too if not for the full moon cycle set to begin tomorrow. This was the reason for her eagerness to see him. Although the physical transformation into the wolf only happened on the 3 days of the full moon itself, during the days leading up to the change the wolf would get closer and closer to the surface. To the other scoobies it only appeared like subtle changes in Oz's normally passive demeanour and a fondness for rawer meat. Willow, however, knew the truth, as the thought of what was to come made her tingle in anticipation. 

In the beginning their love making was tender and sweet, the way Willow had always imagined it would be. In fact the first time the full moon was approaching, after they had begun being intimate, Oz had made excuses not to be alone with her, fearing she would not like this rougher side of him. However by the second month she had caught on to his avoidance and confronted him about it, fearing that another woman had caught his eye. He then confessed to her what was really going on. That first night they were together, a few days before the full moon, had been both terrifying and exhilarating all at once. Willow had never before thought sex could, or should, be like that. Sure she enjoyed their softer times together, but this was something totally different. The power and passion in his lust for her was almost overwhelming. When they had finished, she truly understood what it was to be sexually awakened. The following day, however, she realized that her and Oz would need to work up to being together closer to his transformation. Her body was so sore that day that she had to call Buffy and tell her she was sick. Since then, every month they would get intimate closer and closer to the full moon cycle. Tonight would be the first time they would be together only a day before his transformation.

Lying down on his bed she squeezed her thighs together and again screamed in frustration. God, what was taking him so long? He had told her that he needed to stop and pick up some groceries on the way home; his more natural appetite also increased in the days before his change. Well if he didn't get here soon she may be forced to start without him. Running her hands through her amber red hair, she slowly drew them down her face as she closed her eyes. The black satin night gown she wore complimented her hair perfectly and felt cool on her warm naked breasts. As she continued to drag her hands down her body she could feel her hard nipple poking up through the fabric. As she began to massage her tits through the satin, she squeezed and rubbed her legs against each other as excitement over took her. It was then that she heard the front door open and close. Thank God!

Quickly she stood and examined herself in the mirror on his wall. She stood there, desperately waiting for him, as her lover climbed the stairs to the second floor. The door flew open and there he stood, huffing ever so slightly as he stared at her hungrily. Normally Oz was not the type of guy that would turn many girls’ heads. Not that he was ugly by any means, but his looks were more cute than hot. However, the days before the moon, his body would begin to show signs of change as it began to prepare for the wolf to take over. His cloths would all fit tighter as his mussels developed day to day and the pheromones he secreted were intoxicating. Willow had even caught Buffy gazing at him earlier that day... and she was one that always dated the hotties like Angel and that Boy Scout Riley. To Willow, though, the most important change was in his eyes. Always so tender and trusting, his eyes would take on a feral state as if he were a hungry dog about to fight for his meal. Well if her body was his meal than she only hoped she could satisfy him thoroughly.

Without wasting another moment Oz approached and took her in his embrace. His kiss was hard and passionate, as his powerful arms folded around her frame and squeezed her against him. The scent of him was overwhelming and would have made her dizzy if his grip wasn't so tight. As his tongue darted around the inside of her mouth, she felt his beast-like hands massaging her back. Those strong hands dragged across her back and then down it, until they slid up underneath the satin of her teddy as he grabbed two handfuls of her round, soft ass. Before she knew it he had pulled her whole body off the ground and her bare legs were wrapped around his waist as his kiss deepened. Even through his jeans and her panties she could feel his bulge pushing against her, desperate for her warm inviting flesh. Without warning he broke the kiss and she felt her body being forcefully thrown onto the bed. Startled and almost winded, she pushed herself up as quickly as she could onto her hands.

Oz stood there, his feral eyes taking in every inch of her body. Willow dared not break his glaze as he slowly started to stalk around the bed, his body heaving up and down as he panted never letting his eyes off his prey for longer than necessary; Oz pulled his shirt up and over his head. Willow was amazed at the transformation as every muscle in his upper body strained against the skin and slender veins ran along them. Next, in one fluid motion, his pants were unbuttoned and fell away from his naked body. His swollen member stood as straight and as hard as Willow had ever seen it and she found it difficult not to break his stare so she could sneak a look at it. The moment that she did, and his arm shot out grabbing her ankle and pulling her forcefully towards him, she knew, Oz, the man she loved, was gone. Only the wolf was left. And he was hungry.

Chapter Two

In the blink of an eye he was on top of her, those powerful arms wrapped around her again. His skin was almost burning against her flesh and she felt his full weight on top of her. His kisses were frantic, and his stubble scratched against her face. Her body screamed for him, as she felt her own temperature rising. This is what she had been waiting so desperately for. To be taken by the wolf, to forget about all social norms and to lose herself completely in his lust. She felt his hands move to her breasts, squeezing and rubbing her nipples through the cool fabric. Pulling himself up, he looked down at her. Willow met his gaze again, but this time the wolf looked subdued, almost as if it was Oz, not it, looking back at her. His finger tips began to trace the outline of her face gently moving across her lips and down along her freckled neck. Continuing on their journey, they began to move along her chest where the fabric of her night gown formed a V just under her breasts. Then Oz was gone. The wolf grabbed the light fabric in both hands, effortlessly tearing it in half exposing her naked form to him. At any other time she would be upset by the destruction of such an expensive piece of lingerie, but right now she did not care. Oz was on her again, this time his mouth sucking and licking at her diamond hard nipples. His hands moved south as his tongue continued to work on her breasts, her own hands tangled in the hair on his head.

At first his finger tips slid along the inside of her thighs, sending shivers through her whole body. Then moving back up, the backside of his nails sliding along her bare skin, he moved his hand over her panties and started to massage her over the fabric. This was too much, and she felt the beginning of ecstasy over-taking her. Slipping his hands under her panties, his fingers slid along her wet flesh and pushed inside her. Willow’s eyes shut tight as her legs clenched together and she screamed out, "Oh god!" Her whole body was throbbing as two fingers moved in and out of her and a thumb pushed up and over her clit in a rhythmic motion. She could feel how wet she was getting, her body contracting involuntarily, trying to trap him inside her. If he did not take her soon, she thought she would go mad with desire. As if Oz had read her mind, or the ache of her body, his hand slid out of her and he moved himself back up towards her face kissing and nibbling along the way. Knowing she could no longer take the teasing without release, her hand reached out and grabbed his swollen cock and began to stroke it. Whether it was a true physical transformation or just due to his increased desire, the days leading up to the change Willow always swore his cock got bigger. Taking his own hard shaft in his hand, Oz began to rub it along the outside of her opening, sliding it along the center of her lips, across her clit, and back down again. Her moans were coming fast and loud now, and she had to fight to catch her breath long enough to scream, "Take me please! I fucking want you!" No further pleading was necessary. Oz pushed himself into her tight opening as she squeezed her eyes shut in a mix of pain and pleasure.

Rhythmically she felt his hips push into her, filling her up as his pelvic bone pushed hard against hers again and again. His pace was slow but strong, speeding up slightly with each thrust. There was no pain anymore as her vagina stretched and moistened to accommodate him. Her legs wrapped around him and she grabbed his ass pushing him as deep as she could into her, raising her own body up to meet him with each thrust. Willow could feel the heat of his breath on her neck as his tempo moved faster and faster. She could hear his voice growling in her ear as he lost himself in the passion of her body. This was it. Her body could not take the build-up anymore. Her whole being contracted in on itself, her eyes squeezed shut and she racked her nails down his back, screaming, as she bit into his neck. Everything went black and her body began convulsing.

End chapter two