Tooth and Nail

“Come inside," said Lyka. "I still need to get ready for our date. I've been cleaning all day." Victor smiled and stepped through the threshold and into the large foyer. He was surprised to see that she was a hunter, with taxidermized prizes casting shadows across the walls from the large chandelier in the middle of the room. Victor was something of a hunter himself, a fact that he mostly kept to himself.

Lyka had paraded off into her bedroom, leaving Victor alone to roam the new house. A hunting rifle leaned in the corner beneath the staircase, the scratches in the wooden finish telling tales of a struggle against the beast. A trace of blood was masked by the odor of gunpowder. If he had not seen the red streak, he may not have even noticed the drop that had since hardened in place.

Stepping into the living room, Victor caught the eye of Lyka's dog. The dog watched intently as Victor perused the various items above the fireplace. A letter from her father for her birthday a week earlier caught his attention. He still did not know her age, but was sure he far exceeded it from her wild brown hair. The letter still provided him no additional information, but he shrugged and continued to look around. The dog, still laying on the couch, could barely contain his tail from flying, instead flapping it against the cushion quite audibly.

A picture, framed in gold, sat next to the knife set on the kitchen counter. The colors clashed against the gray marble surface, but the smiles of Lyka and her father squatting over a dead deer in the sunset explained her poor design choice. It had been many years since Victor had watched a sunset, but he didn't miss them much. He was more of a night owl, himself. Realizing he had been snooping for several minutes, he decided to take a seat on the couch and wait. Luckily for him, Lyka appeared in the doorway not thirty seconds later, her arm up on the door frame in a feigned lustful pose. Her light brown wolf cut was swept to the side, brushing against her right eye, a far cry from the unkempt flame that had greeted him at the front door.

Victor laughed as he stood up. "Cleaned up quick," he said walking around the couch to be closer to her. "You look nice." His curt compliment sat well with her, many moons had passed since she felt the pleasure of a silver tongue. She considered not devouring the awkward man standing before her. While contemplating the possibility of a human toy, she noticed his smile had faded and his mouth had grown most abnormally shaped.

Victor tucked his ear into his right shoulder and lunged for Lyka's neck, teeth barred with a snarl. His teeth sunk in, but he tasted no flow of blood. To his disgust, his tongue brushed along a streak of thick fur.

The pressure on Lyka's arteries made her feel faint immediately. She moaned with pain and scratched toward Victor with her left hand, claws replacing her fingernails. His shirt popped open, throwing buttons toward the couch. The dog calmly stepped off the couch with a long stride and exited the house through the dog door. She knew she had scratched his chest from his sharp inhale, yet no blood spewed from his wound. His mouth tightened on her neck and he reached for her left arm to restrain it. His grip was unescapable. Lyka brought her right hand to Victor's left ear and dug in. She began to pull away from her body, either his body or his ear would have to yield.

The sharp pain from Lyka's claws in his ear, scratching at his skull, forced Victor to pull away. The two stared into each other's eyes, Victor still holding firmly onto Lyka's wrist at her side. He once again tilted his head and Lyka tensed up, her hand darting toward his own neck.

Much to her surprise, his lips met hers in extremely awkward fashion. Her pursed lips were not prepared for such an attack. Lyka's tension eased slightly and their lips locked together. Instinctively, Victor sucked her bottom lip between his teeth and began to press into her skin. Lyka grabbed his forearm with her claws pointed into his skin in warning. His other arm wrapped behind her head to grab a fistful of her hair. Her grip tightened not out of hostility, but euphoria. She dragged down his arm, taking his pale skin with her claws. He winced and pulled his arm from her grasp, placing it under her arm. She was soon flipped onto her back over the back of the couch.

Lyka planted her feet and pushed her torso up, her hands clawing up on her purple dress. She put her ass back on the couch and pulled the dress off her head. Her breasts were still perked up and for the first time Victor realized she was not wearing a bra. He looked down to find that she just lacked underwear entirely. Her smooth, tanned skin glinted in the dim light of the living room. Her leg moved over the back of the couch and she pulled him to the end of the couch with her foot. He slid his hand up her shin, tracing a line up her thigh. Lyka's back arched under her in anticipation, thrusting her nipples toward the ceiling and accentuating her sexy figure. Victor placed a knee between her legs and his arms under her legs, pushing Lyka from the end of the couch so he could lay down.

Victor's tongue slid between the lips of her vagina from the bottom, ending on her clit. She grabbed his hair with both hands and pulled him in, closing her legs around his head. He reached for her nipple with his left hand, twisting it gently with his thumb and index finger. His tongue pulsed on her clit; his mouth filled with saliva. He fought the urge to suck her blood and lost, placing his whole mouth on her pussy and biting down. Lyka brought her heel down on his neck, breaking his trance. Uncontrollably flexing and writhing, she felt her transformations start. Waves of goosebumps and hair chased each other around her body, her claws extending and retracting with the shaking of her hands. Victor squeezed hard with his left hand and she recoiled at the event, moaning loudly. "Fuck" was the only word she could muster. Victor's right hand slipped under her leg and his middle finger found her vagina while he rested on his right elbow.

His middle finger curled upward to the top of her vagina while he ate her pussy. Her moan grew in volume when he slid his ring finger in and started to pull Lyka cyclically towards him, as if trying to pull her pelvic bone clean from her body. He twisted her nipple with his left hand. She pleaded to God like the most unholy Christian and begged Victor. "Please."

Another single word. He stood up from the couch and dropped his pants on the floor, breaking the belt, button, and zipper. He tore his shirt completely off and grabbed her legs, throwing them onto the back of the couch. He pulled her head to the edge of the couch, letting it hang slightly while she vibrated, speechless.

Victor opened her mouth with his hand and placed his dick inside. "Please, what?" Lyka placed her hands on his legs to push him so she could speak, but Victor thrust deep into her throat. He placed his palm on her clit and the two fingers back inside her vagina, pointing downward. He began once again pulling her toward him with his hand and continued to thrust into her mouth. Lyka had since shifted her hands to the back of his legs and was pulling him as well. For the first time she noticed his muscle definition, his hamstrings tensing on each sway of his weight. He pushed especially deep and she gagged, tears filling her eyes. Her canine teeth sharpened to a point and drew a deep wound into his cock. A moan from Victor was followed by his dick going balls deep. Her whole throat expanded and the teeth returned, cutting more lines into his skin. Another thrust. Deeper still. He pulled his dick from her mouth and she coughed.

"Please... fuck me." Victor smiled. He threw her over his shoulder to take her to her bedroom. She spoke once more that night: "cum inside."