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You had surrendered to the feeling of Stan’s caresses as he licked your pussy.
His face was buried between your legs, with his snout occasionally rubbing against your clitoris as he licked your folds. You didn't know what excited you more: to feel the contact of his warm wet tongue against your sensitive skin or to watch him pleasure you.
‘Stan...’ your voice wavered as you called his name. He emitted a low growl in response.
His tongue was larger than the ordinary tongue of a man. And it didn't seem to stop anytime soon. You were red and swollen, and you could feel your pussy throbbing hard. Soon your moans became louder and you grabbed his head, pressing it against your folds. You were desperate for release.
‘ Stan ...’ you called him again, begging with tears in your eyes.
He surprise you by ceasing the ministrations of his tongue and coming to rest on top of you, rubbing his cock against your folds. He barked once at you, rubbing again. Then he lay down on the haystack next to you, pulling you toward him as both of you were in a sitting position, his paws holding you steady against him. The gears in your mind turned and you understood what he meant.
‘You want me to grind against you?’
A bark told you you were right. He was also staring at you with his mouth hanging open as he panted, looking rather silly. You giggled at the adorable sight.
You positioned yourself and straddled him, feeling his cock between your legs. You started rubbing your clitoris and your folds against his member, vigorously. He was hard and hot against you and your need for release screamed inside you. You had to cum.
You were practically bouncing on top of him, going up and down as you grinded, hearing his low growls against your ear as you worked. With one paw, he held you steady, while with the other he squeezed and slapped your butt cheek. You frictioned your clitoris against him desperately. The heat between you was unbelievable. The contact of flesh against flesh was driving you nuts. Without warning, a powerful wave came over you and you rode it, like a surfer rides a wave at sea. You felt waves of orgasm come crashing down, over and over as you grinded, with Stan holding your hips steady and helping you maintain the intense rhythm. You just kept riding that wave until you were spent and your legs were tired.
Stan held you in front of him so you wouldn’t fall backwards. You were sweaty and tired, but satisfied. Deeply satisfied. You buried your head against his hairy neck and he licked your neck and shoulder, rubbing his snout affectionately against you. Once you had recovered, he moved to rest on top of you. He licked your face again and stared deep into your eyes, as if asking for your permission. You caressed his head and nodded, feeling safe in his company.
He gently bit your shoulder as he positioned himself in front of your entrance and went in slowly, letting you get used to his size. When he saw you weren’t in pain, he went further in, plunging all the way to the hilt. He then began pumping his cock inside you in rhythmic motions, slowly at first.
The full moon rose above the clouds, shining bright in the sky. You let the werewolf make love to you tonight, enraptured by his wild scent and beastial nature, surrendering your entire being to your primal instinct.
The next day…
Fiddleford climbed the hill, phaser gun in hand. Ford had stayed inside to watch over the twins.
Cautious, he entered the cave, checking if the coast was clear. The werewolf was nowhere to be seen. He dared take a few more steps and soon found Stan’s sleeping form next to yours, his arms around your waist. Both of you snuggled in your sleep, bare naked. There was also bonfire that had long gone out.
The scientist took out an electronic equipment and pierced the tip of Stan’s index, taking a tiny sample of blood from him. He placed it inside the device and waited for it to finish its analysis. As he did so, he averted his eyes from your naked forms.
The results came in. The component was down to five percent. And the substance was up to eighty percent.
He walked out of the cave, sending Ford a text message. As he opened his backpack and took out some clothes for Stanley to wear once he woke up, he let out a relieved breath that everything had worked out. He stared once again at the text he sent and wondered about how Stanley would react once he woke up next to you, bare naked in a remote cave. Knowing Stan, he would be lucky if he didn't have a stroke. What mattered was that the werewolf problem was contained and everything could be back to their normally abnormal state in Gravity Falls.