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This time, he came with her. As she arched her back and threw her head up, screaming in overwhelming pleasure, he threw his own head back and howled - a long, inhuman noise, like a wolf's howl, but with a rumbling, bassy undertone that vibrated from his body and into hers. She felt his large cock pulsing and twitching, filling her with semen, as he made that huge, room filling noise.

Finally, her limbs gave out completely, and she collapsed onto the stained mattress, shuddering, sweating, panting in long, shaky breaths. She could barely see or feel - she was beyond exhausted. She couldn't recall anytime a guy had actually fucked her to sleep, but she thought the beast might have managed it - she certainly couldn't think of doing anything else now. As she fell, the beast had come with her, cock still buried in her pussy, twitching slightly. She couldn't help but giggle weakly as he licked her shoulders and face - it looked like men of any species got affectionate just after. As he shifted, his cock stirred round inside her, spreading his semen. She could actually feel it pooling inside her, it was so hot.

Eventually, he gently pulled out of her, and she weakly rolled over onto her back, eyelids heavy, blissed out on the post-orgasm endorphin rush. The creature settled down beside her; she was suddenly aware of how cold the room was, and she wiggled closer to him, snuggling her shivering body close to his warm one, like a furry radiator. Sleepily, he turned awkwardly around, eventually settling his head on her chest. Warm, full, and absolutely fucking exhausted, Amanda fell sleep to the sound of his deep, steady breathing, and the gentle sound of classical piano.

Amanda woke up to the feeling of movement. She jerked slightly, her mind rapidly catching up on the unbelievable things that it was sure had happened last night. Was it real? How could it be? Had she really seen Jacob turn into a... thing? And she actually had sex with it?

Opening her eyes, she was treated to proof: the same transformation, just in reverse. At some point in the night, the Jacob-creature had rolled off her, settling onto the heavy mattress next to her, and now he was melting. The fur receded, seeming to flake off his skin and crumble into nothing. The arm that lay across her waist retracted and reformed with a series of cracking, popping jerks. His face flattened, lips regrowing to cover the sharp teeth, which she knew would be gone soon. His ears shrank, his legs changed, and his torso seemed to collapse in on itself. In the space of about a minute, the creature was gone, and an exhausted looking Jacob was back. Then he opened his eyes.

Jacob jerked up, looking around the room in panic. Then, he grabbed Amanda by the shoulders, pulling her into a sitting position, and running his hands over her naked body. "Manda!" he choked. "Are you okay? What happened? Oh god, I'm sorry Manda, I'm so sorry..." He was openly crying, holding her arm tightly and examining it, as if trying to make sure that it hadn't been torn off without him noticing.

Amanda wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug as he sobbed, unleashing what felt like (and probably was) years of pent up fear and sorrow. He wrapped his arms around her bare chest and held her so tightly she could barely breathe, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she buried her face in his hair, tears welling from her own eyes. The events of last night aside, she couldn't imagine what it must have been like for him. How long had he had to live with this? This setup looked well established and intelligently designed. Had it been years? Had he been a boy or a man when it first happened? How long had he spent having to hide this awful secret, locking himself away every month, trying to cage and control the monster inside him?

Eventually, they both ran out of tears, and just sat there holding each other for a while. Then, Amanda took a deep breath, and broke the hug. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm okay," he hiccoughed.

"So I... see," she said, staring down at his lap.

Jacob turned bright red, clapping his hands over his erection, back to its respectable seven inches. "I'm sorry!" he blurted out.

Awkward silence reigned for several seconds. Fucking say something, then, Amanda through to herself. "Sooo... was it the naked hug, or...?" She couldn't help it. If this whole situation weren't so fucked up, she'd think it was funny.

He hung his head. "It's always like this," he said miserably.

"What do you mean?"

"It's..." He screwed his face up, searching for the words. "It's the change," he said. "After changing, it's - it's like a massive rush of energy. Like a huge dose of stimulants." Amanda thought back over the three months they had been together, how he had always been cheerful and energetic after these 'appointments,' ready for a long night of intense sex despite looking exhausted. She also thought about the beast, waking up in this cage, adrenaline pumping through his body...

"Ohhhhhh," she said, emphatically.

"What?"

"Um." She turned, sitting cross-legged so that she was facing him head on. "Okay, so... I really need to tell you something."

He stared at her. His face was no longer red; instead, it was white as a sheet. He could have been a corpse, or a ghost in an old TV program.

"You..." he tried.

"Yeah."

"You and me..."

"Uhuh."

"And then we..."

"That's right."

The longest, most awkward silence yet, followed. Eventually, she began to shift uncomfortably; he was staring off over her shoulder, face expressionless and impossible to read.

"Do you hate me?" she eventually asked.

"Hmm?"

"Or, not hate me," she went on, "but are you... disgusted by me?"

"I... don't know," he said, as honestly as he could.

"Because I know it's probably the most fucked up thing that's ever happened in your probably very fucked up life, and it's the most fucked up thing I've ever done, but..." she bit her lip. "I... enjoyed it," she admitted, in a small voice. She stared at the mattress between them, unable to look him in the face. It was true; initially, she had only been concerned with survival, with somehow proving to the beast that she was better alive than dead. By the end though... she shivered, remember how she had got on all fours, willingly - even eagerly - presenting herself to be mounted. She remembered how, exhausted and satisfied, she had curled up beside him, the thought that he might eat her not even entering her head.

"This is... a lot," he said. She nodded mutely. "Do you... hate me?"

She looked at him in shock. "What?"

It was his turn to look away. "I kept this huge thing from you. And, sure, I have no idea how I would have even begun to tell you, but... it's huge, and scary, and dangerous. I'm dangerous."

She tried to think of Jacob as dangerous; somehow, it didn't fit in her head. "Have you ever... hurt anyone?"

He gave a small shrug without looking at her. "I don't know. When I was a lot younger, like - sixteen, maybe? I used to wake up in the fields. There were dead animals. I don't know if I ever... if anyone..." If you ever killed anyone, Amanda thought.

Suddenly, she grabbed his hand. "I don't hate you," she said. He looked up into her eyes. "I know you wouldn't ever hurt anyone on purpose. I know you'd never hurt me on purpose."

He nodded, slowly. "So... what now?"

"Well, we could..." she glanced suggestively at his erection, still throbbing between his legs.

He went red again. "You... want to? After... everything?"

Instead of answering, she slid across the mattress, kneeling next to him and pressing her lips to his. This close, she could feel that he was still hot - not as hot as he had been (or the Jacob-beast had been) last night, but still warm, like a radiator on low in the cool room. She slid her hand down over his flat stomach and wrapped her fingers around him, feeling him shudder in pleasure at her touch.

She broke the kiss, staring down into his eyes. She felt moved, now, to take the biggest step - even bigger than fucking a werewolf in the basement of an abandoned factory. "I meant it, what I said last night."

"Meant... what?"

"I love you, Jacob."

He looked away. "Even though -"

"Even though," she agreed. "Maybe even because. I don't know. I just know that I'm not afraid of you, or of... other you. And I know that right now, I fucking want you so bad."

With a faint sound in his throat, he rolled up onto his knees, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her body against his with a strength and desire that she had never felt from him before. Jacob had always been passionate, but somehow cool - a controlled hunger. It struck her that maybe he'd always been holding something back.

It didn't take his fingers very long to make her ready for him, even if she was still a little sore from last night. When he moved to perform the other activities they usually did as foreplay - kissing, licking, fingering, a lot of things he was very good at - she stopped him, instead just rolling onto her back, pulling him with her. He wordlessly kissed her as she wrapped her hand around him again, guiding him into her, and she sighed as he slid home.

There are different kinds of intensity. Last night, Amanda had been overwhelmed by the physical intensity of Jacob's other, beastial form - its heat, its power, its overwhelming physical strength and need. Now, she knew another kind of intensity. He made love to her, body pressing her down into the mattress, his blue eyes staring into her green ones. The thrusts of his hips were long and grinding, pulling out slowly, then pressing back into her with almost agonising slowless. One armed looped under her head, pillowing her neck, the other ran constantly between them, squeezing her breasts, then sliding down to rub against her clit. It took... forever, and she adored every minute of it, completely losing herself in him, as he lost himself in her.

She came only once, when he did, and it was almost powerful enough to put her back to sleep: a gentle, rolling wave of pulsating euphoria, seeping through her body like dawning sunlight, filling every fibre of her with an ecstasy she could only express by moaning, which she did - long, loudly, and without reservation. His orgasm was just as intense - buzzing, thrumming spasms of fulfilment, starting in the deepest, darkest core of him, rippling outwards in lightning-like pulses, making his fingers and toes curl and his vision blur.

When it was finally over, they led on the mattress for a long time in each other's arms, shaking, panting, and crying - the good kind of tears, which wash all the fear and hurt away.

"Bye, honey!" Amanda said, waving Rebecca into the car. Her fifteen year old daughter waved back, doing her best to look bored and uninterested, but a smile was pulling at the corners of her mouth. She was off to spend the night at her grandmother's house, where she would no doubt be spoiled rotten by Amanda's doting mother. The old woman was always happy to have her beloved granddaughter to stay of course - not to mention that she understood that regular date nights were important to Amanda and Jacob. Every married couple needed some time to themselves, to love and laugh and... keep things exciting, she would say, with a suggestive wink. Amanda grinned. If only she knew.

"Fi-nally," she breathed, closing the door. "They're gone!" she called.

"Thank god," Jacob sighed in relief as he walked down the stairs. He was dressed in loose tracksuit bottoms and nothing else, and Amanda took a moment to admire his physique. It had been twenty years since she had first met what she had come to think of as other-Jacob. Jacob had aged, but his regular workouts - in the form of body breaking transformations - had kept him in perfect shape, even as a few strands of salt had started to invade the pepper of his hair. Amanda had changed more, of course, two decades and one child softening her body, rounding out her hips and breasts. No matter how much she tried to stay in shape, life happened. Jacob, of course, had spent many long nights making it abundantly clear how gorgeous he still thought she was. Despite occasional bouts of self doubt, she was content and confident in his honesty: his loving words were plentiful and artful. And, of course, it was hard to argue with the simple, solid truth of a raging hard on.

Amanda made sure the ground floor doors were double locked, then followed Jacob down to the basement, where he had already stripped off in his 'private office' as he called it. Rebecca had never yet thought to ask why his office was in the basement, protected by a door heavy enough to repel invaders. Amanda supposed that they would have to tell their daughter one day - maybe sooner rather than later. She would be sixteen in a few months, after all, and Jacob was already keeping a very close eye on her, for signs of any meaningful changes.

Still, they would cross that bridge when they came to it, and they would cross it together. For now, Amanda stripped off and stepped into the room, closing the heavy door behind her. This room was more comfortable than the first, concrete walls and floor covered in easily removable soft carpets and hangings, and the heavy mattress was spic and span. Jacob turned to her as the door closed.

"Are you sure?"

She stepped up to him, snuggling up and planting a kiss on his chest. "Every month you ask, and every month the answer is yes."

"But I'll never stop asking," he promised her.

"And I'll never stop saying yes." She looked up as she felt a shudder run through his body. "Time?"

He nodded mutely, and she stepped back. She was well used to Jacob's transformations now - she could have drawn a second by second flipbook of them, if she was even slightly good at drawing. Still, she knew that he always wanted a bit of space for them, afraid that he would unintentionally lash out mid change and hurt her. It was sweet, really.

A minute later, Jacob was gone, and other-Jacob was there. The beast looked up and around, disoriented, wary. He growled when he saw her.

"Hey there, big boy," she breathed, moving towards him carefully. He bristled, the growls intensifying, but stopped when he caught her scent. A moment later, her fingers brushed over his head and down along his chest and stomach, while he panted happily, long tongue bathing her face. She giggled as she felt the excitement already growing between his legs. "Someone's a horny boy, aren't they?" He buried his head between her breasts, joyfully licking her bare skin, snuffling downwards as he followed the familiar warm scent of her arousal. "Alright boy," she purred. "Ready to play?"
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