8 comments/ 43838 views/ 16 favorites Conlan & the Tomboy By: S.W.A.T.-Samurai -*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- Liz the Tomboy -*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- Liz ran through the alley with all her might. Just barely dodging garbage cans and dumpsters has she ran like a bat-out-of-hell. Still not believing what just had happened before her eyes. She had been out on the town with her new friend she had made at the bar she worked at. Unfortunately for her the bars her new friend liked to frequent were of the Sapphic nature. After being hit on for the third time by a vary drunken butch, Liz told her friend she wanted to go home and since it was a few blocks away from her apartment, she would be ok by herself. Liz walked out of the bar heading in the direction of her apartment. When all of a sudden, she was grabbed roughly from behind and thrown into a nearby disserted ally. She was on her feet ready for her attacker. She saw he had a switchblade knife out and started to lunge at her with it. Liz dodged the lunges and delivered a round house kick to the hand that held the knife. Her attacker locked at his hand like he was dumb-founded. Seeing he was distracted she decided to finish him off. She manages to land several well placed kicks to the upper torso, not noticing that any of them made him falter. The last kick she was able to get off was aimed at his head. It didn't land at all. Her attacker caught it, and sent her flying several feet away. To land amongst several garbage cans. When she managed to get to her feet, she couldn't believe what she was seeing happen right before her eyes. Her would-be-attacker was...... for a lack of a better name...... transforming into– a... a... a... a Werewolf. And so here she is, running for her dear life. Liz turned just turned a corner onto a dead end street when she felt a powerful slap that sent searing pain shot through her entire body as she landed several yards away in a crumpled heap. She just barely managed to sit up when she heard it start to talk. "Yooooouuuuu'rrrrrreeeee miiiiiiiinnnnneeee nnnnooooooooowwwwwwwww, biiiiiiiiitccchhh!" the Lycan said menacingly has it stalked towards his intended victim. "Firrrrrsssssttttt, I'mmmmm goooooinnnnnggggg tooooo ssssllllack mmmy luuuusssst wiiiitttthhhh yooooooouuuuuurrrrrrr boooooodddyyy. Theeeennnn I'mmmmm goooooiiinnnggg ttoooo eat yooouuuuuuuuu oooooooooooooow!" "P–Please, I–I'm b–be–begging of y–yo–you d–d–don't k–ki–kill me......" Liz stuttered softly, as she painstakingly tried to slide back away from the Lycan. The Lycan seen what she was doing, and lunged at her with his right hand claws extended to deliver the equivalent force of an upper-cut. Liz caught it in the chest lifting her off the ground. Sending her crashing against the wall, knocking the wind out of her, to land hard on the ground with a muted thud. Liz had enough strength to raise her head to look at the Lycan. "Conlan, is that you? Get aw-......" Liz barely whispers as she sees Conlan transform right before her eyes. This being the last thing she remembers before she passes out from the searing pain. -*-*-*-*- Conlan -*-*-*-*- At first glance, you might say Conlan is a typical handsome young man, standing at 6'5", 250 lbs., cobalt blue eyes, and bluish-black hair. That is, if you didn't know him like his longtime best friend Liz did. At least the side she knows. Conlan has a secret, a very dangerous one at that. A secret that not even Liz, his best friend since the fifth grade, knows about. You see Conlan is what you might call a Lycanthrope. In his case Conlan is a North American White-Timber Werewolf. Since he is considered both by the local pack leaders and the Lycan Coalition as a "lone wolf." Conlan is allowed to take on certain side jobs that the packs and Lycan Coalition can't handle due to internal Lycanthrope political problems. In other words he is a problem fixer. If one of the local pack members goes should go rogue. Conlan would be contracted to "deal" with the rogue were-creature. On this particular evening, Conlan was on assignment from the Lycan Coalition. It seems that a psychotically deranged human killer had somehow gotten bite by a Werewolf. Thus, turning an already mentally unstable human. Into an even more deranged psychotic killer than before. A normal psychotically deranged human is bad in itself but give that particular human the abilities of a Werewolf. Well let's just say it's like giving Adolph Hitler access to modern-day tactical and combat training. In other words not good at all! "Hmmm...... {sniff, sniff}...... this way," said Conlan, as he got wind of the rogues scent. He followed the scent for several blocks until, "{sniff, sniff}... a second scent...... {sniff} it smells familiar............ naw it can't be......" Conlan was still sniffing around the alley when he came across piece of a torn shirt. Raising it to his nose, he inhaled deeply. "LIZ!" Running has fast he could in human form; Conlan tracked Liz's scent six blocks away where she was being attacked by the deranged Lycan. He arrived just in time to see the Lycan send Liz sailing through the air to land hard enough against the wall to knock the air out of her. "Conlan, is that you? Get aw-......" That was all he needed to hear. Conlan transforms as he tackled the deranged Lycan from behind. Howling his anger has he lands on his prey stunning the Lycan for a moment. And a moment was all he needed. Rolling to his feet, Conlan lunged at the other Lycan with his razor sharp teeth bared. Slamming the psychotic Werewolf to the ground, Conlan locked his jaws around his preys throat and ripped it right out. After swallowing the piece of flesh in his mouth, Conlan went over to Liz to check on her. "Several small paper cut like lacerations across the back and deeper lacerations going from just above the navel all the way up to just below the neck line," said Conlan. "If it had been any other human female, I would have said it was a fluke you were able to survive this long. But it wasn't and other human female, it was you Liz and it wasn't a fluke either." Reaching inside his jacket that was two sizes to big, Conlan pulled out his cell. "............ Hello?" said a voice over the line. "This is Lightning Barron," replied Conlan. "The line is secure... go ahead." "The rogue has been decommissioned, permanently. Requesting a clean up crew at the dead end ally behind the old abandoned theater situated between the Firestorm Pack territory and the Razor Pack territory." "Roger that Lightning Barron, crew's ETA is twenty minutes." "Advice, that there may be a complication," said Conlan. "What kind of complication?" "An old friend of mine, who is human, somehow got snared in the psychopaths trap." "Can you handle it or does one of our 'Specialists' have to take care of it?" "Considered it handled, sir." "Good, a pleasure doing business with you as always Lightning Barron." With that done Conlan kneeled down next to his unconscious friend, gathered her up in his arms ever so gently and walked out of the alley to his car which was parked twelve blocks away. -*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- Conlan's Compound twenty miles out side the city. -*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- After putting his customized Delorean in park, Conlan sat there looking at the still unconscious form of his best friend. {I just hope Liz won't hate me for not telling her about my true nature. After all we've been friends since the fifth grade.} Reaching for the door handle, Conlan let the gull-wing door left up, got out and went to the other side of the car. Opening the passenger side door, he bent down, gathered his friend up in his arms and walked inside. When he was inside the house, Conlan laid Liz down on the couch. Conlan looked at the unconscious form of his friend. {5'9" 160 lbs. blond hair, Electric Green eyes and a hard core, in your face, rough and ready, ball bust'n, Great American Bad Ass, tomboy to boot. If only she knew how much love her... maybe she would consider becoming my–....... hold it right there... Liz is your friend... your best friend to boot...... friends don't do friends.} With a mental shrug he went down stairs to the basement to retrieve a med-pack from the infirmary. -*-*-*-*-*-*- While he was doing all this, Liz came around. "Wha–...where am I? How did I get here? Wait, I remember someone attacked me, then he transformed, I started running away. He or what ever it was, tackled me, and the last thing I remember was Conlan transfo–..." "Actually, he morphed," said Conlan cutting Liz off in mid-sentence. "Conlan!" Exclaimed Liz has she got up off the couch and started to back away from her best friend. "I see..." said Conlan as he looked at Liz with a hurt expression on his face. "I'll just leave these here then." With that said he put the med-pack on the coffee table and left heading up stairs to his master bedroom. At first Liz was confused by her best friend's actions. Then she remembered how Conlan had looked at her as she backed away from him like he was going to hurt her. {I'm such an idiot}, thought Liz, as she mentally kick herself for what she did. {We've known each other a long time. The way we act around each other you might think we were lov-... get hold of yourself Liz. He's your best friend; nothing more, nothing less right...... yeah... right.} "I'll go apologies." -*-*-*- Up in his master bedroom, Conlan was trying to calm down. "I itch all over, I need a shower." As Conlan walked to wards the shower he started disrobing. Once there he started the shower, step under spray and started washing. {I should've told her what I was a long time ago. It wasn't fair of me to have kept it from her. After all I've told her everything else.} Rinsing off, Conlan turned off the water and step out of the shower. Still drying of his head with the towel, Conlan still nude walked out of the bathroom and walked into the bedroom. It wasn't until Conlan heard a gasp from behind him that he new he wasn't alone. He turned completely around looking strait at through the bedroom door where Liz stood in front of with her hand over her mouth, red as can be. "I–I j–just came to–to...... forgive me." Liz stammered as she moved to close the door. Without thinking about it Conlan was over to the door just as Liz put her hand on the doorknob. "Hold on sec come, sit down on the bed," asked Conlan. "B–but your still......" replied Liz trying not to look down. "I don't care. We need to talk." "There's nothing to-" "Yes there is! You don't know the implications of what I had to do tonight in order to save your ass and I need to come clean about my true nature. So sit, you listen and I'll get dressed." Has Conlan went over to the dresser, Liz went over to the bed and sat down. "So how long have you been a-..." "Lycan, I was born as a Werewolf. My parents are Lycans also," replied Conlan. "If you're a...... Lycan, then how come you didn't morph during the full moon at night when we were growing up?" asked Liz. "Not every thing you've ever heard or read about Lycans or the supernatural is true. The ability for a Lycan to only transform during the full moon is a genetic anomaly," countered Conlan. "So how did you and your parents manage to keep me from finding out about your, I think you called it 'your true nature' or some such? Back when I was living with you guys," asked Liz. "When ever we could get away for an hour or two, usually my parents would use me to distract you when mom couldn't hold out much longer." Replied Conlan. "Your mother couldn't maintain her human form or something?" asked Liz. "Yeah, you see my mother was born a wolf who could take on human form, while my father was born a human who was half Weredog and half Werewolf ." "Is there a difference?" "Weredogs look like you average large domestic canines, while Werewolves look more like there name sakes." Explained Conlan. "Ok, I'm decent," said Conlan as he started walking out of the bedroom. "Need a drink?" "I thought you'd never ask," said Liz hot on his trail. -*-*-*-*- "So what's your poison?" asked Conlan as he headed over to the liquor cabinet. "Jack Daniels," replied Liz. "You said there were implications that were involved in saving my ass," said Liz as she sat down on the couch. "What were they?" "It's now or never......... You see Liz, since I'm what the local pack leaders and the Lycan Coalition consider as a "lone wolf" I'm granted certain freedoms and privileges that pack affiliated Werewolves aren't allowed. I'm able to transverse pack territories without problems. Therefore, I'm usually contracted by the Lycan Coalition to do odd jobs they or the packs can't do, due to the possibility of starting something akin to a gang war." "What does that got to do with me?" asked Liz. "I'm getting to that," said Conlan. "You were a bystander, in this case an innocent that got caught in that deranged Lycan's trap. If you had been any other human female I would have just let the L.C. Specialist deal with you." "But you didn't, why?" "Because it would have been up to the Specialist to decide what your fate would be. Whether to live, turn you, or to silence you permanently it would have been their call to make." Replied Conlan, as he sent the drink in front of Liz. "Here you look like you need this badly." "Yes, thank you," said Liz has she downed the drink in one shot. "Conlan?" "Yes, Liz?" "Could you...... would you mind sitting next to me............ on the couch?" "I–I can't," said Conlan taking a step back. "And why not?" Liz said as she got up off the couch walking to wards him. "B–b–because I can't." said Conlan walking backwards into the wall. "Is it something I said or did?" Liz asked has she closed the gap between them. {If only she knew...}, thought Conlan. "If only I knew what?" asked Liz. {Did she just–} "Read your mind! Yeah I did what are ya going to do about, uh?" challenged Liz moving closer and closer. "Liz, please as your best friend I'm asking you not to come any closer. You don't know what you are doing to me!" Pleaded Conlan. "It took all my control upstairs not to ravage you on the s–spot." "You're scared... not for your self... but for me... for what might happen between us." Stated Liz stop barely a yard away. "Wolves mate for life. The same goes for Werewolves." "Then... take... me," said Liz has she took a step closer to Conlan when she said each word, "and make me your mate." And with that she reached up, wrapped her hands behind Conlan's head, pulled him down, and kissed him deeply. -*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- To be continued...... Conlan & the Tomboy Conlan & the Tomboy Ch. 02 To Whom It May Concern: Thanks for the critiques, I hope you find this sequel most enjoyable. -*-*-*- Using every ounce of control he had, Conlan raised his hands up, putting them on Liz's upper arms and very, very gently pulled her away from his chest. He lifted her up as if she weighed nothing more than a feather on the wind and then started walking towards the couch. Once there, Conlan spun Liz around in mid air, catching her by her elbows and then he gently set her down on her feet. Putting his arms around Liz, Conlan pulled her close to him, putting her back against his chest. Wrapping his arms around her in a vice like grip that was tight enough restrain her. Conlan then sat down with Liz in his lap. {Since you can hear my thoughts, Elizabeth Sheridan,} thought Conlan using Liz's full name, {and since I don't trust myself to 'speak' the right words I'll talk to you telepathically. Okay, with you?} {Yes.} {Good......I need you to understand the......implications of what you just asked me to do.} {Go on.} Thought Liz, has she turned her head to look at Conlan. {You remember when I said that 'wolves mate for life and the same goes for us Werewolves.} She nodded yes. {I wasn't joking when I said it; to mate with me is to mate FOR LIFE. You would be unable to bear children for anyone, human or otherwise, but me and ONLY ME!} {So this couldn't be a one time deal,} replied Liz. {I'm afraid so,} thought Conlan, has he released Liz from his hold. {Oh, I see...,} thought Liz as she got up off of Conlan so he could get up. "Conlan?" asked Liz out loud, behind Conlan as he was walking away. Turning around Conlan was caught off guard when Liz tackled him to the floor. "Liz I told you we can't. Now get off me will, ya," asked Conlan. "Make me," replied Liz laughingly, has she straddle Conlan above the stomach, putting her full weight on Conlan's shoulder's pinning him there. "You asked for it," said Conlan, has he rolled them both over, inevitably pinning Liz beneath him. "Got'cha!" said Liz, has she wrapped her legs around him, and reached up to kiss him. Conlan froze, not expecting the kiss. The feelings he was experiencing started to bring back the memories of when they used to wrestle and rough house when they were younger. Pulling back Conlan took a deep breath and looked deeply into the electric green eyes of his best friend and comrade. "Liz I–..." began Conlan before she silenced him by putting a finger over his lips. {Shh, it's alright. I want this to happen, Conlan. Because.........because I've known for quit sometime that you love me. Not with a brother's affection for his kid sister, but the way a man would love a woman. I've been on many dates Conlan and you may not know this but none of the men I have ever dated felt right, all they ever wanted was to get in my pants and use me for their pleasure. But ever time I saw you I–I felt like I was safe and......loved.} {I know Liz, but I just......just wanted you to find a human lover to settle down with and forget about me and my family...... To live as my mate, or has the packs and L.C. would classify you as my......my......bitch, is to live on the edge constant danger. And I just couldn't do that to you Liz.} {Conlan, I don't care. I love you more than just as friend; I want use to more than JUST friends. Please Conlan, I can't take it any more I......I want to feel your skin next to mine.} {ARE YOU SURE ABOUT THIS, Liz?} {YES! Take me as your mate,} and she kissed him. Gathering her close to him, Conlan stood up slowly so he could maintain the kiss and started towards the stairs. When they reached his room, not bothering to turn on the lights, Conlan gently laid Liz down on the bed. Stepping back from her, Conlan let his gaze travel over his soon to be mate. Liz was 5'9" 160 lbs, blond hair, green eyes. She was wearing an almost black baggy blue t-shirt that was shredded in several places. Revealing her braless, soft, perfectly curved, unblemished......breasts? {Liz, my mate, your not hurt?} She mentally laughed as she thought, {Of course I'm-} {No, you misunderstood me. When I brought you home earlier tonight, you had lacerations across your back and from your navel all the way up to just below your neck,} thought Conlan, sending her the images of the condition she was in, when he checked on her after the fight earlier that night. {I......was...that...badly hurt,} She asked? {Yes, you were.} He replied. {And that's why you had the med-pack out? So you could tend to my wounds?} Thought Liz, has she pulled Conlan's baggy shirt out of his pants. Just has he nodded his head. {Liz, there's something you should know,} hesitated Conlan. {Go on.} She replied, as she pulled his shirt over his head and off his body. {When you were living with me and my family after your parents died in that car crash. My parent's and I kind've fooled around with the idea of me turning you into a Lycan like we are.} {And...?} She replied, unbuckling his belt. {So, mom had one of her contacts in the Lycan Coalition take some of the blood samples the hospital took when you were hospitalized. After they pulled you from the crash and had it tested. The tests showed that.........one of your ancestors had been a.........Lycan of the Leo Tigris variety, in other words a Weretiger.} {Which means...?} Liz asked has she unfastened Conlan's pants. {There's a good possibility that you may have inherited some of the enhanced capabilities we Lycans have from your ancestor, albeit a distilled but still......} {You were born a Lycan right?} She asked, resting her hands on the top of Conlan's black boxers stopping her pealing of Conlan's clothes. {Yea......} Thought Conlan, has he pulled the shredded shirt out of Liz's pants, over head and off her body. {Then how come I'm not a Lycan?} She asked, has Conlan pushed her body up the bed. {It's because your ancestor had a very rare genetic disorder. He was afflicted with a genetic disorder that we Lycan's call Pseudo-humanitism. Which is a disorder that makes the person who has it unable to morph from a human to either of their Lycan of lupus forms and it makes the person immune to Lycanthrope venom. The only upside to the disorder is that the person is endowed with capabilities similar to that of Lycans but slightly.........watered down, you could say.} {Do I carry the gene for the genetic disorder?} Has she asked this, Conlan looked up into her eyes, his hands unzipping her pants and pulling them down to reveal bright green boxers with greenish black stripes down the sides. {No, for the trait to continue it would require that you find another with the same genetic disorder. And there can be no carriers of the gene human or Lycan, so you are safe,} replied Conlan, has he pulled her boxers down and off of her long beautiful, shapely legs. Then throwing the boxers to the floor, Conlan stood up has he looked upon Liz's naked form. His eyes traveled up form her feet and calves towards her vagina, resting there for just a moment. Then he continued up past her B cup size breasts, to rest finally upon her electric green eyes. Maintaining eye contact, Conlan pushed his pants along with his boxers down letting them fall to the floor revealing his lean godly muscular and well toned body. Upon seeing his well toned body Liz willingly parted her long beautiful legs, sending Conlan an unspoken invitation. Kneeling on the edge of the bed Conlan crawled up Liz's body, stopping to lick up the insides of both of her thighs. After several minutes of licking her thighs, Conlan looked up at Liz's face. What he saw triggered him to grow a tail and for his fingers to lengthen along with his nails. Her face showed her on the vary tip of the precipice between almost climax and pure over whelming bliss. {Why.........did......you...stop?} asked Liz has she come down off the precipice. {I want this to be a memorable moment for the both of us. Besides I haven't even tried cunnilingus yet and you're already to come,} replied Conlan, as he lowered his head to Liz's pussy. {So forgive me if I'm a......little clumsy.} Breathing in Liz's scent, Conlan for the first time in his life could feel his control over his lycanthropy start to slip. Allowing, his animalistic and true savage nature start to take control of his mind. Using what little remained of his self-control, Conlan licked Liz's pussy starting at the bottom of the slit, and slowly going up towards her clitoral hood was located. Tasting the arousal of a female for the first time, Conlan was quit surprised by it taste, let alone by its fragrance. To him it tasted and smelled like wild roses mixed with the honey. Then the mixture was allowed to simmer slowly in a pressure cooker for three days. Liz on the other hand, was immensely enjoying what Conlan was doing to her. At first he just licked her outer lips slowly, making her close her eye and start to pant. Every ten of twenty licks he would increase his speed causing her to whither, and flail around on the bed. Then all of a sudden, she felt his tong penetrate deep into her pussy, forcing an "Ohhh......" out of her. {C–C–C–Conlan I–I'm s–st–still a-a v–va–virg–g–gin,} stuttered Liz as she reached for Conlan's head. What she felt when her hands rubbed against his face, shocked her! Has her hands started to tremble, Liz slowly opened her eyes. Looking down what she saw made her passion fueled, superheated blood turn subzero in five point two seconds. For Conlan had transformed into a full fledged Lycan. In this form, Conlan's muscles had rearranged and lengthened compensating for his bodies elongating bone structure. Transforming Conlan human form from his usual 6'5", 250 lbs. to a staggering 8' (not counting the yard long tail) covered in a thin layer of white fur, and 400 lbs. of pure animalistic raw strength. By now Liz could feel Conlan's elongated rough tong licking her pressing against her hymen. {I KNOW MY MATE. YOUR SCENT TOLD ME AS MUCH,} growled Conlan through their telepathic link has he razed his head up so his eyes could meet with Liz's. As Liz electric green eyes, looked deeply into the glowing cobalt blue eyes of her long time best friend and just turned lover. Her blood ignited into passion fueled lust. Folding her legs up under her then bent forwards at the waist. Bringing herself up into a kneeling position on the bed and forcing Conlan back into one as well barely two feet from her. "Oh my......" spoke Liz aloud has she for the first time that night got a look at Conlan's physical indication of arousal. {Conlan, your–your c–cock it's...big!} Sent Liz stunned by its mere size and length of it. Liz had seen Conlan naked before when they were sixteen. At the time Liz had put it down as an accident when they bumped into each other in the hall of his parent's house. He had just got out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist heading towards his room. Liz was just rounding the corner when the two of them collided. The force of the collision sent Liz to land hard on the floor and Conlan to stager back against the wall. Conlan 'forgot' he was holding a towel and let it fall in order to steady himself against the wall. When Liz looked up her best friend was sporting what looked to be a 7" boner. Both turned dark shades of red as they uttered a hasty "Sorry..." to each other making a fast retreat back to each other's rooms both embarrassed by what had just happened. But comparing the size of his cock then to the one Conlan had now, was like comparing speedboat to a cruise liner. {I guess your muscles aren't the only thing that compensates for your change.} Liz sent telepathically with laughter in her mental voice. With a growling chuckle he replied, {I'M 7 INCHES LONG WITH AN AVERAGE GIRTH AS A HUMAN, AND 10 INCHES LONG, MINUSE THE KNOTE, WITH A 2 INCH GIRTH WHEN I'M EITHER IN MY LYCAN OR LUPUS FROM.} Conlan was desperately trying to maintain his control over his lustful feelings that was inevitably seeping through their telepathic link to Liz, causing her to shiver uncontrollably all over her body. Licking her perfect luscious red lips, Liz looked strait into the deep cobalt blue pools that were Conlan's glowing eyes. What he saw in her eyes made his blood burn even hotter. Conlan started to growl low and deep in the back of his throat. {THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE TO BACK OUT OF THIS, LIZ. FOR IF YOU DON'T-} Conlan got his answer whether he like to or not. For just at that precise moment, Liz stretched her had out grasping Conlan's bluish-purple colored cock at the base and leaned forward swallowing his entire length, her nose touching his white fur covered pubic region. Conlan's deep throated growl turned into a whine of ecstasy. {NOT THE RESPONSE I WAS LOOKING FOR, MY SOON TO BE MATE, BUT IT'LL DO. GO SLOW, MY LITTLE CUB I DON'T WANT YOU TO CHOKE NOW.} {Cub uh, where did you come up with that pet name Rafe?} Liz asked using Conlan's own pet name, as she slowly bobbed up and down her lover's thick staff. He didn't reply enjoying Liz's expert sucking too much to do so. Expert, hell it didn't even begin to cover her oral talents. For Liz was a master at sucking cock, having practice on many of her dates over the years. At first she started by just bobbing her head up and down on Conlan's semi-rock hard rod. After his cock was slick with her saliva, she retracted her head off of it until just the head was in her mouth, then she started to jack him off. With every upwards stroke, brought small samples of Conlan's pre-cum, which she eagerly swallowed. Conlan soon felt his knot start to grow. When Liz removed her mouth completely from his now steel hard rod, he cupped his right hand under her chin tilting her head up to look directly into his eyes. With out a word, Liz turned around on all fours. Facing the headboard of the bed, she lowered her upper body, raising her tight little ass in the air spreading her legs as wide as she could. Clawing forward, Conlan eased his long Lycan snout up under Liz's glistening pussy, giving it a long slow lick. {Mount me, Rafe!}, cried Liz with all of her passion. Without hesitation, he mounted her making sure his weight was distributed evenly to his arms. {I'LL TRY TO GO SLOW, BUT I DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH LONGER I CAN HOLD MYSELF BACK, CUB.} Liz could feel the head of Conlan's rigid cock start to put pressure on her slit. With a slit pop, she felt the head slide in. Conlan wanted to take it slow, but Liz was going to have none of it. Pushing back with all her might she slammed down hard, impaling herself on Conlan's cock stopping just before his knot feeling almost completely filled to the brim. When she did this Liz felt a hot searing pain that shot through her body for a split second that subsided into slight throbbing sensation emitting from where her hymen used to be. Conlan growled low and menacing into Liz's right ear. She felt a sting similar to that of a needle, in her right earlobe has Conlan pierced her ear with his needle sharp fangs. Suckling on her pierced ear, Conlan tasted her blood for the first time savoring its exquisite taste. With the taste of her blood spurring him on, Conlan began to move slowly in and out of Liz's pussy. Drawing out until only the head remained in her, Conlan pushed forward slowly, leaving only his growing knot out. He continued like this for well over an hour slowly but steadily gaining speed with every thrust. Bringing Liz to several orgasms during this time, then suddenly he pulled all the way out. Has he stopped, Liz began to whimper at the loss of Conlan's enormous cock. Conlan ignored the whimpering that was coming from Liz as he repositioned himself over her. Repositioning his cock to re-enter Liz's pussy, Conlan thrust forward with all his strength, slamming into her tight slippery passage. Both feeling the knot at the base of Conlan's cock as it punch its way into Liz's pussy with an audible popping sound. Liz' felt stuffed beyond her wildest expectations. The head of Conlan's steel hard cock was resting right on top of her cervix. Conlan rested for awhile regaining his strength for his climax, and allowing Liz to become accustomed to how far he had penetrated into her vagina. Liz could feel Conlan vibrating has he growled low and menacing again, this time in order to send shock waves through her as his cock vibrated to his growling. This time putting his left hand on her back left shoulder blade pushing her upper torso down even father on the bed as wrapped his right arm around her waist. Pulling her up by the waist so she could stand on her legs, Conlan leaned against Liz's bent over body. {It's time} thought Conlan has he made sure that his mental voice was soft and southing, instead of loud and growling menacingly, has he pounded Liz's even harder than before, sending her highly sensitized pussy over the edge making her orgasm around his cock. Then she heard............ "Hoooooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwllllllllllllllllll!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" as Conlan let lose a howl, as he spent his cum into Liz's waiting uterus. Making her orgasm even more powerful. Soon they fell hard to on the bed bouncing on their sides entwined in a lovers embrace. Liz felt Conlan morph back to his human form, but for some reason could still feel his Lycan form cock still buried deep in her cunt. {Conlan?} {It'll take some time until my knot shrinks allowing my cock to go back to its human form. So get some sleep my love, my mate, for we have a lot to talk about in the morning or should I say later this after noon.} Conlan thought, has he felt the morning sun rise on his back. -*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- To be continued...