Illustration - My Werewolf Girlfriend

Once more, from Navajas comes this amazing art for My Werewolf Girlfriend!

Something I've learned that shouldn't have been a surprise is that sleeping with a werewolf requires a fan because her body temperature is crazy.  And she's incredibly cuddly.  We actually had a discussion about it since I noticed her kind of clinging to me a bit.  One of those little red flags I've learned to look for over the years of dating.

She got pretty embarrassed about it when I mentioned it.  I thought it was maybe because she hadn't had a boyfriend or even a lover in a long time but she said it was different than that.  That it was a strange mixture of urges and instincts that she'd never experienced before and it was pretty new to her, too.

Part of it missing affection, yes.  Another part was a strange possessive feeling she had and was actively working on crushing.  She'd never felt possessive before being infected and had even teased past boyfriends over women subtly flirting with them.  Now she could feel her hackles rising at the idea and an angry, growling hunger whenever the thought crossed her mind and it was worse when we'd gone out into the public for food.  She'd been alert and basically prowling, scenting the air for the olfactory hints added by any wayward glances my way by any men or women in the area.  But, she'd recognized what she was doing and held herself back because she realized how crazy it was.

And yet, she couldn't help it and it worried her a bit.  I didn't tell her that it was a little hot because I also don't need my date lunging at people or screaming at women who accidentally looked at me.  But, uhh, still, it was weirdly hot to think of her being incredibly overprotective of me.

She also had a strong urge to cover herself in my scent. Evidenced by the night before when she begged me to cum on her body.  She'd fallen asleep against my side with her heavy arm across my chest and a leg tossed over mine and her head nuzzled into the curve of my neck.  I'd wrapped my arm around her back, stroking her skin and fur, tracing the lines of her muscles and she'd passed right out.

Every time I'd moved after that, she'd rolled after me, like a dog adjusting itself to its owner.  I hate to make the comparison, despite her wolfiness, but my parents had a dog when I was a kid and it would do the same thing.  Slept against my hip and leg and was basically magnetized to me all night.  At one point, she whimpered a few times in a row in her sleep so I turned back and wrapped my arms around her and passed out in her arms.

And I overheated.  But, it was worth it.  I'd just need to buy a good fan if we kept this up.  And after the amazing time I've had with her recently, in and out of bed, I'd really like to keep it up.  I wanted to learn more about her condition and get to know her more.

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I wake with a weight against me, hot and sweaty and sticky and heavy.  Sophia's breathing is deep and rough and quick, she's growling lightly the entire time.  Her hands dent the bed to my side and her vague outline is above me.

She's different than yesterday.  Even in the darkness with my sleep-caked eyes, I can see a more feral look to her face.  Her jaw is wider and more chiseled and her ears stand sharply beside her head, taller than the day before.  She's hunched over and just bigger in general.

The light reflects from her golden eyes but she's not looking at me while grinding back and forth against my dick; she's staring in the distance over my shoulder.  Her pussy's soaking wet and I can feel thick fur around her crotch, tangles of cum-soaked hair dense and soft that glides against my legs and stomach, covering me in her scent now.  A strange, sexual artist's brush with my body as the canvas.

Her growl deepens when she raises her ass to press her pussy against the head of my dick and then it lengthens into a groan when she shoves down.  The skin is so strange and soft.  The center parts slightly but the bottom holds firm and it's unlike any pussy I've felt before, with the inner lips that would open to wrap my cock in the same motion.

She leans closer to me and I feel the brush of her nipples and a line of fur on her belly that strokes my skin.  And then she raises her chest while flexing her ass down, shoving her pussy straight onto the head of my cock.

Sophia's spade-like pussy bulges around my cock and she whines.  Her hands move and I can hear her shredding the sheet and mattress as she forces herself down, squeezing my cock the entire time until she bottoms out and her sticky, burning, soft lips press into my testicles.

I reach up, grabbing her tits while leaning up slightly and she leans down, allowing me to suck on her nipple.  There's light fur surrounding her areola that tickles my lips and gets in my mouth but I don't care.  She grunts and grabs the back of my head with one hand while her growl ratchets higher.

Sitting up, I push her back and lift her tit to nuzzle against a teat.

"Fuuuurk," she growls, slamming her ass down against my legs, faster and faster while I bite at the tender, wrinkled little nipple.

Before long, she shoves me back down to the bed, licking my lips and cheek and chin while her pace quickens.  I groan, grabbing her breast and ass and-

Something wiggles against my hand on her ass.  It's thick and strong.  The base is covered in fur but the rest is hairless.

"Sophia, is that- is that a tail?" I ask and she slows before freezing.

"Monsterrrrrr," she groans, lowering her head with a quiet little whine.  And still, I feel her pulsing around my cock, unable to hold herself back despite the shame she feels.  "I'm monssteerrrrrrrr."

Her pain is real so I reach up, cradling her cheek with my right hand.  She turns away to hide her shame while I run my thumb beneath her eye and slide my hand over her cheek.  There's wisps of hair on her face but longer strands on the edge of her jaw.  She growls and her chest heaves.

My left hand slides against her soft, furry, padded ass until I clench against the base of her tail.  She jerks and shudders and moans while shoving herself down hard.

"No, not a monster, Sophia," I tell her, staring up at her face.  My fingers curl into the hair and dense fur covering the nape of her neck.  I pull, turning her face back while pulling her tail gently. She gasps and writhes, working her hips against me.  "You're beautiful."

She collapses against my chest, kissing and licking my neck and now she's moving even faster than before.  Her breasts are heavy and slick with sweat, hers and mine.

"In me," she growls, panting and licking my neck and shoulders.  "Cum.  In me.  In me.  Pleassssh."

She howls when I yank her tail hard and it pushes me over the edge, causing me to swell inside of her.  Her teeth tear into the bed next to me, snapping and yanking chunks of foam as she joins my orgasm.

When she finishes, she wraps her body around mine, trapping me.  Coating both of us in our scents.