Chapter 38 They Came Together

• Human Rafe was a man of astonishing beauty. His face was like an angel with a wicked smile that made it clear that there was no predicting the next step he would take. His smooth hair framed his face wildly. His body was lean, with discreet well-defined muscles with several faded scars of a life roaming the land and most likely being attacked by humans. Save for the three recent longer silver scars Nicholette had imprinted on to him, that is. Theobald was more muscular than Rafe in human form, that was true. The Captain made a point of exercising his strength, while Rafe was forced to survive. So survival left him with many small stories to show in his skin. Rafe's chest, belly and legs were covered with small thin hairs that were thickening while he turned into a wolf. Human Rafe's impressive and sexy penis was very inviting and as far as Nicholette could tell, it was as big as Theobald's. She could wrap her fingers around it if she applied a little strength and it was mouth-watering
• Halfway Rafe, the form Rafe took while he wasn't yet a werewolf, was a bigger version of Human Rafe, but just as sexy. His body grew in length by perhaps a whole foot and his frame adjusted proportionally: his muscles grew up to the point where he looked to have worked out all his life. His hairs grew thicker and darker everywhere and his beautiful angelical face grew a snout, his ears became pointed and shifted to the top of his head, his lips became thin and his features all but turned a little sharper, giving her lover an appearance that reminded her of ghouls and elves and goblins from the fairy stories she heard when a child. It was, of course, her least favourite form. Trouble is that below the waist he was still very much human, but a little more human. He was bigger, this time, clearly bigger than any other Nicholette had over had, and it was thicker too, a sensation Nicholette had confirmed first hand, up close and personally. She could no longer touch her fingers when she held him, even when she put more strength in it. And when she squeezed harder, to try and make her fingers meet around it, Rafe squirmed with more satisfaction. He liked it hard and rough, no doubt about it. There was enough space for both her hands to grab on for dear life and maneuver as she pleased. The maneuver that Rafe demanded really did need both hands.
• While her fingers worked a vigorous squeeze massage, she also slid it up and down, since he was so well lubricated from probably all the liquid Nicholette's body had. It was a straining exercise and Nicholette began to remember how a silver sword was much easier to handle. It would have been easier to kill this delicious werewolf than to pleasure him.