Day 1

When he wakes, he feels goose bumps from the crisp air flowing through his window. The same odd energy preoccupies him as he scratches his chest. And then he looks down. His nails are longer than they were yesterday. And harder. And stronger. He examines his hands in the morning light and sees the way his nails curve slightly, almost like talons. He sees the angry, red marks he left in his idle scratching. But something keeps him from panicking. He dresses carefully for the day, only tearing his shirt slightly on his new claws. That feeling that something is coming seems assuaged by this change. Something seems to have come.

Geneva almost doesn’t notice his new nails. But as he gingerly pours himself some coffee a look of confusion crosses her face.

“What the hell are those?”

“I just woke up like this. I don’t know, I guess I lost track of some of my grooming over the last few months.”

“That’s not just nail growth, no way.”

She crosses to him, grabbing one of his hands to examine it. She turns his hand over in hers. She seems like she’s trying to ignore the obvious: that something is wrong.

“Ok, maybe. I guess.”

She walks back to her coffee and sits down. Her eyebrows stay knit together, pondering the changes.

“So, Site B again?” He breaks the silence.

“Yeah… yeah I think so. Are you coming with?”

“I will, yeah.”

He can tell she almost doesn’t want to. She’s clearly freaked out. But collegiality wins out. They pack their things and begin the short hike to their observation site.

Today they get much better data. This location is categorically better for observation. At lunch, they dejectedly eat another MRE pack each. The cabin is stocked with food for their full year, but that doesn’t mean it’s necessarily any good. He stares out into the meadow and springs to his feet. Her eyebrows raise; his new energy surprises her. He plucks something from a bush. Wild blackberries. Gingerly he takes one in his claws and pops it in his mouth. The sweet, tart flavor saturates his tongue and he hums with pleasure.

“What are you doing?” Geneva hisses from the hide.

“Blackberries.” He proffers a handful to her.

She’s skeptical, but he doesn’t seem sick so she takes one. The flavor fills her mouth and a look of absolute bliss crosses her face. She swallows and happily takes a second, savoring it even more than the first.

“That’s better than supermarket.” She sighs

“Isn’t it?”

They smile at each other. Things are still a little strained from yesterday, but in the moment it feels ok. The thought crosses his mind that he could stay with her forever in this cabin and be happy. It’s so peaceful and easy with her. Work and sex in equal measure make a great life. A man can dream.

The rest of the afternoon is spent in relative silence. When they’re ready to return, they can both sense something charged between them.

As soon as they get back in the cabin, Geneva jumps him. She wraps her arms around him and pulls him in for a deep kiss. He drops the equipment in the doorway and returns the embrace, holding her tight to his body. She gasps as his talons poke into her. He’s as careful as he can be unbuttoning her shirt. He wants to tear at her clothes, rending them from her body, but he restrains himself. She takes over, his fingers working too slowly for her, and pulls her workshirt over her head, throwing it aside. She unhooks her bra, giving him full access to her ample chest. He pulls back slightly to better appreciate the view. He reaches down and circles a nail around her nipple.

“I take it back, I love these.” She sighs and barely whispers to herself, enraptured.

He takes his other hand and runs his claws down her naked back. She moans. There’s something wolfish in his grin as he explores her body. Something animal is taking over. He pushes her back onto the work table. They move as one, her bending backwards as he drapes her over the table. She rushes to undo her pants, pulling them down hastily to reveal her pussy to him. It’s been a while since either of them have shaved and he can smell her musk. He grabs her thighs, hungry, and spreads her legs, digging his nails slightly into the soft flesh. She moans. He leans down and parts her slit with his tongue, licking her from hole to clit.

He begins to tongue at her clit. She whimpers with pleasure, gasping and panting as he works. The taste of her tart juices fills his mouth and he can’t help but moan with pleasure. She’s in ecstasy; he’s in frenzy. He laps at her, desperately drinking from her fountain. He feels a hand in his hair. She’s holding him in place as if he weren’t dedicated to drinking every drop of her. He scratches gently at her inner thigh.

She screams in pleasure, “FUCK, god that feels so good, don’t stop.”

He grins. He’s hungry for her. His tongue dips into her canal, licking at the source of her juices and driving her wild. With one long, slow lick up her slit and some slight suction on her clit, an orgasm tears through her body. He savors every drop of her cream. He pulls back as her breathing slows and leans down for another kiss. She can taste herself on him. He wants her too. And she seems to like it. As you kiss, you line yourself up with her dripping entrance.

As you push forward she gasps, “Ooooh, oh wait, no, I’m too sensitive.”

Her pussy is hot around his cock. She hugs every vein and he wonders if the months have transformed her into his perfect sheath. Slowly he begins thrusting.

“Shhh. Shhhh. It’ll feel good, I promise. I just need you so bad right now.”

He begins thrusting harder and faster and she moans again. She throws her head back and screws her eyes shut. She’s overstimulated. He knows this. But he doesn’t care. Or perhaps he wants her exactly like this. He begins going faster and faster, the sound of their bodies clapping together filling the small cabin. Geneva moans louder and louder, begging him to stop, saying that it’s too much, but also wrapping her legs around him. He grins and wraps an arm around her back, pulling her up to a sitting position so he can kiss her again. He silences her with his lips and with the same hunger as when he was eating her out. He bites on her lip and she moans. He’s never done that before.

Suddenly her pussy squeezes his cock as another orgasm takes her. She goes nearly limp in his arms, shaking as she cums. He isn’t far behind. By habit, he has never cum inside her, but something primal in him needs to fill her with his seed. There’s no risk of pregnancy, she’s protected, but in his mind he feels like he’s breeding her as he explodes deep inside her. Her eyes go wide, feeling the twitching of his cock and the heat of his load. He grunts like an animal as her orgasm keeps rolling through her. Her pussy squeezes every last drop of cum from him. She sucks his cum into her womb, physically responding like he was breeding her.

She moans and goes limp against him. He holds his cock inside her, savoring the warmth of her pussy. She pants, letting herself be held.

“That was great, God, why haven’t we done that?”

He smiles and kisses her on the cheek. He lifts her, never letting his cock slip from her pussy, and brings her to the couch. He sits back and she settles in, still straddling him. She doesn’t fight it. She just leans against his chest, cockwarming him. A wave of tiredness washes over him and he sinks deeper between the cushions. She’s already asleep against his chest and he sees no reason to move her. He closes his eyes, letting sleep take him too.