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Okay, the next part of being owned. Things taking a new turn after the weekend at this... hotel

I was tied to the floor. Werewolves in all colours and shapes surrounded me. They looked greedy their hard cocks showed clearly what was on their mind. As the first one moved towards me, I tried to break free, but I could not move. His icy blue eyes fixed on me he came closer, and closer. The pack howled. A loud triumphant howl, erupting from many muzzles. I screamed.

Panting I sat up in bed. It had just been a dream. “At least a different nightmare”, I muttered while I tried to free myself from the entangled sheets. Nothing like this had happened to me. But seeing the girl raped by the two werewolves had made a deep impression.

My owner had kept me in his room for the rest of the stay. He himself had been out, only returned that day to bring me some food. In the evening I had heard the howl, that had followed me into my dreams.

The whole pack had been out to hunt, my owner among them. I had no clue what – or who – they had hunted. He never told me anything. It had been late, when he came back and went straight to bed. And the next day, yesterday, we had left.

Dawn painted the sky in different shades of gold and blue. Slowly I got up, fixed myself a coffee. He hadn't fucked me the whole weekend. Even yesterday evening, after being back here, he hadn't come for me. Did I want him to? I frowned. At least it was a routine, some stability in my life.

Smiling I raised my mug and inhaled the smell of the coffee. The nightmare seemed far away now, buried with the other disturbing memories.

I would just sit here, watch the sun rise, and enjoy my coffee before taking a long hot shower. At least that was the plan. Not long after I had settled down on the sofa the front door opened. He was early again. And he carried a bag again, a bigger one this time. Expecting nothing good I got up, downed the rest of my coffee. What would it be today? Collar and shackles again? Something to go along with that?

“You're up, good.” Smiling he pointed to the door. “Let's go for a walk.”

“Yes, Sir.” I made a detour through the kitchen to place my empty mug in the sink before I followed him outside. He was still smiling and started to walk. The cool morning air turned my nipples hard and my skin erupted in goose flesh. I tried to ignore it, tried to guess where we were going and what might happen instead.

We walked for a long time. The sun was full out now and I was just about to ask where we were going when he stopped and turned around.

“Not far now. I thought...”, his voice trailed off and I looked at him. “You deserve a treat, after last weekend.” Briskly he turned around and walked on. Confused I followed him. A treat? Like what?

A new noise reached my ears. Having never ventured this far before I wasn't sure where we were, or what the sound was. Running water, I realised and quickened my step.

As I stepped out of the bushes I saw the river. Sunlight glistened on its surface where it was broken by many stones, nearly buried in the water. A few meters below, was some kind of a natural pool, a washout. Near there he stopped, pulled a blanket from his rucksack and placed it on the ground.

Transfixed I just stood and stared. This place was beautiful. Slowly I moved towards him, wary, that there might be some catch.

He just sat down, pulled a thermos and a cooler bag from the depth of the rucksack. “I've got coffee, food. You can go for a swim if you like. The water over there is not as cold as one might think.” He pointed to the washout. And that was it.

“Thank you.” Overwhelmed as I was, I forgot the 'Sir'. Smiling he nodded, lay back and closed his eyes.

Suddenly insecure again I walked towards the water. There were no rocks in the pool, the water was clear. Ripples spread out as I tested it gingerly with my big toe. It was cool, but not too cold and slowly I stepped into the water.

Why had he brought me here? This was a real treat for sure. A beautiful spot to spend the day, food, coffee and company. He was even talking to me. These few words today had been the most he had ever addressed me with.

I shivered as the water lapped at my kneeling, moved on and lowered myself into the water. It came as a shock, as it reached my crotch and I gasped. This moment was always annoying and delightful at the same time. Fully immersed now I swam a few tentative strokes. The pool was quite small, not very deep and I reached the other side soon, turned around and swam back. I did a few rounds, enjoyed the sensation of the water on my naked body, before I swam back to the shore.

Water ran off me, as I stepped ashore, my wet hair clung to my back.

I knelt next to the blanket and reached for the thermos, poured myself a coffee. He was lying on his back, watched me from under his half-closed lids.

I sat down, sipped my coffee and closed my eyes. It was hot, just as I liked it, and I smiled. Slowly my anxiety left me, and I relaxed. After I finished my coffee I lay down. The long grass tickled my skin. Had I ever done a thing like this before? Swimming naked and just lie back and dry in the sun? No, but it dawned on me, that I had missed out on something.

Following that trail of thoughts, I ended up in my youth, remembering friends I had spent time with, places I had been. It wasn't so long ago but it seemed like another life.

I was lying on my back, somewhere close by I could hear the others. Who else was here? It didn't matter, the day was too nice to worry. A splashing sound. Not long and I would open my eyes, join the others in the water. Just a few more moments of peace and quiet. Steps near me, the sound of rain. Just as I was about to open my eyes a shower of droplets hit me.

“Oh, you bastard”, I laughed and jumped to my feet. And then I froze. I had been dreaming. This wasn't one of my friends. This was my owner. I had just called my owner a bastard.

He had changed, his black fur was dripping wet and clung to his body. His muzzle opened a bit, it looked just like a malicious grin.

He snorted, shook himself again with vigour. “Sorry, Sir”, I murmured, looked down on my feet. Another snort, he moved, came towards me, faster than I could react. He grabbed me around the waist and lifted me up. Startled I shrieked, but he just threw me over his shoulder and moved towards the water. I caught a whiff of the smell of wet dog as I hung there, dumbfounded. What was just happening?

He splashed right into the water, lifted me from his shoulder and threw me. The cold water gave me quite a shock. Panting and spluttering I came to the surface again. The werewolf just stood there, head thrown back and I could have sworn, that he was laughing.

Still scared I stayed in the water, did not dare to move at all. He cocked his head to one side, muzzle opened to this grin again. Slowly it dawned on me, that he was trying to play with me.

Tentatively I stood up and splashed some water at him. He splashed back. With no clue as to why this was happening it was hard to guess how far I could go, how far he would want me to go. Or how far he would go, come to that.

Without warning he lunged at me. I stepped aside, evaded him by a few inches. On a sudden impulse I tackled him, sent him head-first into the water. When he emerged he shook himself, showering me again with water. By now I was laughing, after the shock and the fear, sending the werewolf into the water and see him shake himself like a wet dog just did this to me.

And we played on, chasing and splashing each other. It did not matter, that we were not able to talk. At least I was sure, that he could understand me, even if he could not talk. He wasn't a stupid animal. This was the best time I had had in ages.

Eventually, he took my hand and led me back to the blanket. Wet as he was, he just lay down, pulled me with him. The distinctive smell of wet dog filled my nostrils as I was lying next to him. But I didn't care anymore. I crawled closer, placed my head on his shoulder. With one hand I idly traced the muscles on his breast through his thick wet fur.

He made a low grumbling sound in his throat and closed his eyes. For a long time we just lay there, drying in the sun. My hand ran through his fur, felt his relaxed body beside me. He raised his paw, touched my shoulder. Looking up our eyes met. His brown eyes were warm. For a second, I remembered the ice blue eyes of the other werewolf and shuddered. The noise he made sounded like a question and I shook my head. “It's nothing”, I whispered, but snuggled closer to his warm body.

Now he let his paw run over my body. Gentle, nearly like a lover, he touched me. Now and again, when one of his claws or his fur brushed my skin, I shivered. Time seemed to stand still. My body longed to be touched like this. I closed my eyes, to feel more intense. Muscles moving under his thick fur, his hot body so close to mine.

The werewolf moved. My hand lost contact, I felt his fast breath on my skin. On my shoulders, my breasts, tickling my belly and sniffing my crotch. Without thinking I spread my legs, reached out for him. My fingers touched his head just as he lashed with his tongue across my pussy lips. I gasped and opened my eyes.

He looked up from between my legs. In this moment I realised that there was a difference between knowing, that you are getting fucked by a werewolf, and seeing it. Seeing him come over me, his huge cock standing erect amidst the black fur frightened me. Now he was towering over me, paws next to my shoulders. I felt the tip of his cock brushing my pussy lips. This might hurt. I wasn't ready. But I kept still and silent. There was nothing I could do anyway.

Slowly he probed with his cock, parted the lips and found the entrance. With a low growl he pushed himself inside. It hurt, but just a little. My treacherous body had reacted to his touch. I was wet, he was able to slide in easily.

It felt different to the other times, the angle was different. He was still pushing, entered me slowly. When he had buried his dick deep inside me, he stopped for a moment, withdrew as slowly as he had showed his cock inside. I moaned. It was overwhelming, I did not want it to stop. This felt good, really good. He fucked me slow and deep. My moans mixed with his low growls. What had I been afraid of? Reaching out again I buried my hands in the thick fur on his shoulders. My hips rose to meet his, willing him to bury himself deep inside me.

Did it matter, that I was only a human, and he a werewolf? Was it wrong to want him? “Please”, I moaned, wrapped my legs around his body, just above his tail.

He snorted, stopped. His dick was deep inside me, filling me. He came closer, his fur brushed against my body. His face was close to mine. Hot breath brushed my skin. Closer still. I closed my eyes again. If I tried hard enough, I could imagine being fucked by a human. A hairy human lover. That was just what it felt like, as he started to move again. He didn't just use me. This time it was different.

Our bodies moved as one, his cock gliding in and out of my wet cunt, fuelling my desire. Maybe it was wrong, my mind certainly told me so. But my body overruled every coherent thought. I could feel the tension building up. Not long now, faster, harder. I wanted to scream these words at him, but all that came out of my mouth was a loud moan. And then I felt the knot begin to swell. I tried to stop him but holding him with my legs didn't work. He was too strong. Grunting he came, his cock buried deep, the knot swelled, stretched my cunt, tying us together. I whimpered, knowing, that I had been so close myself.

After he was done, he wrapped his arms around me, rolled on his back. I was lying in his arms, head on his shoulder. Both of us were breathing heavily. The smell of wet dog was faint now, something more animalistic mixed in. The pain wasn't as bad as it had been at the beginning of my time here. My body was adapting to his dick and the knot. No need to open my eyes. Just stay here, feel him under me, his fast heartbeat slowing down.

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