Two halves make a whole moon

A deep growl woke me.
I shuddered awake and opened my eyes.
From the damp grass, Jason stood amongst the darkness of the night.
I noticed shifting shadows on the gravestones behind him and sat up straighter, focused on his oncoming pace.
“What the hell are you doing here?” He barked angrily at me.
I blinked, trying to form a coherent thought when lightning struck the sky, the rain had died down but the thunder storm seemed to only begin.
He stopped a yard away from me, braced for anything in his stance. “LEAVE!”
I scurried to stand but couldn’t manage to move further from my spot. Why was he acting like this?
He stared at me with wide eyes, my knees buckling.
“I can’t… you need to leave NOW!” he yelled less angrily now, but I heard the tremor of fear lash through his voice. It was hard for me to ignore, I stared back at him, stricken by the emotions ravishing his face.
His shoulders shook and he growled angrily to the sky and air, falling to his knees and muttering loudly to me, “Run.” Before lowering his head and shaking fully into convulsions.
I couldn’t help it, I ran to him.
I was blinded by the sight of his pain.
I dropped to the ground crawling to him. “Jason??”
He was clutching at the grass, fistfuls of dirt clumps oozing out of his fists. “I’m sorry.” He whimpered, still shaking, and I leaned in to embrace him and stop his shaking that now terrified me.
The moment my arms hugged him, he lunged forward, pressing his face into the curve of my neck and shoulder, taking deep inhales.
I stiffened with shock. A hand spired up my back, knotting my shirt into his hand as his tongue snaked out, taking long and languid licks of my skin. His shaking lessened but mine just began.
I looked around nervously, the shadows were gone, the sky pitch black with an arrayed spray of small lights. And Jason was licking me.
I was falling into a dizzy spell, clinging unto him for support as his hot tongue curved up my jaw, and unto my mouth. I opened it, willingly, needy and received his mouth with tremors of my own.
I was so lost in this impossibly delicious kiss that I took notice of his sharpened teeth when they jabbed my tongue several times.
I pulled away, weakly and screamed.
Jason had…had transformed into a…a… he was tall and covered in fur similar to his hair; he had a snout and muzzle. I pushed away from his arms to only discover they had turned into paws with thick and long nails.
I stood to run, but only managed to lift a leg when he swiftly stood and slammed me to the ground. I groaned as pain shot through my hip.
A paw massaged my stomach, reaching the waistband of my pants and claws kneaded the fabric to nothing, I was blinking and barely seeing much but the huge creature of fur, he pushed me onto my stomach with his nose and paws, sniffing at me desperately.
I hissed with newfound aches but refused to move, terrified at any possible reaction.
His legs parted mine and my breathing picked up its pace rapidly.
Shit shit shit.
This wasn’t what I wanted. I didn’t want to die or get raped by a dog.
I bucked away in a shiver when his wet nose pressed against me and I felt it through my panties. He sniffed crazily, licking it every few seconds before seeming to decide it was simply better to shred it with his claws, leaving a tattered panty skirt at my hips.
He licked me again and I lifted my hips in reaction. He used that to press his hind legs against mine; He quickly mounted me, ridding himself with his claws from his stretched shirt and jeans into smithereens, pressing his thickness against my behind.
I began to cry, begging him to stop, to see to reason and when he began to push his length which was abnormally thick into me, I shrieked, drooling with each scream I let out as he pushed more of his length into me, raw.
Once his entire member filled my strung vagina, he adjusted his stance before beginning to pound. I stopped yelling in pain after several thrusts, his furry pelvis slamming into my backside.
A tinge of pleasure began to develop with the amazing pain, at some point I parted my legs a bit more, finding an adjustment to his size and arching my back into his hovering torso. He breathed heavily, slamming swiftly and deeply as moans escaped my lips.
I felt him contract in me, growing slightly in what should be the climax. Preoccupied with the new sensation I was no where near prepared for the click of his jaw cracking open and the sinking if his top fangs into my shoulder. The burning coursing through my arm and shoulder made me collapse in hoarse screams and tears. He used a paw to cover my mouth with a grunt of annoyance as he slammed into me while his bite tightened.
I eventually went numb, my mouth slack and my eyes running on their own.
My limp body let him remove the paw from my mouth and use both of them to lift my hips up to a more convenient angle for him.
My face shoved into the dirt, as he pounded, after several minutes, stiffening while buried deep within me and releasing long shots of his thick boiling cum.
He untangled his fangs from my broken skin to arch back and howl. I heard distant howls echoing after him as he pulled his limp member out, his seed flowing out and my blood from the shoulder seeping into view.
What had I done to myself?
I was raped by a werewolf.
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I came to my senses before opening my eyes; the smell around me was filled with something that made my heart begin to pound erratically from its peaceful sleep.
“Cynthia?” I heard my mom’s voice.
I opened my eyes wearily, finding myself in a stark white hospital bed and room, hooked to an IV.
“Mom?”
She loomed over the edge of the bed, “Sweetheart.” She murmured softly taking my hand in hers. “How are you feeling?”
“I…I can’t feel anything.”
She nodded in understanding. “You were found in the cemetery, sweetie, torn up and bleeding. The doctor had to sedate you, even asleep you were whining from the pain.”
I closed my eyes, remembering it all. “If he hadn’t found you, who knows…”
I opened them. “Who’s ‘He’?”
“Your classmate, Jason. He found you being attacked by a large dog while you-”
“WHAT?” I yelled in complete and utter shock. She shushed me, clenching my arm to urge me to relax.
“Your classmate saved you, you were lucky his family owns the cemetery, otherwise he wouldn’t have found you, no one but you would go out of your way to visit a place full of dead people!”
She was reprimanding me? After everything I’ve gone through? You have to be kidding.
My deep glare must have been confused by a stare because she let my arm go and flipped her hair. “You are lucky you didn’t need stitches either, that bite covers half of your shoulder. OH! Let me call him in to see you, he’s been anxious to see whether you were alright.” Before I could protest, she crossed the room quickly in her stilettos. Whipping the door open, she called out his name and I winced.
When he stepped inside, his smell engulfed the room and I shook my head to make it disappear. Why was it so strong?
“I need some coffee; can you take care of her?” He nodded simply and she walked out, winking at me with what I supposed was affection as she left me alone in the room with my rapist.
The door closed and he turned to look at me.
My nipples stiffened, shit!
I squirmed.
His eyes were downcast, his arms crossed and face sagged. He shook his head as he stood at the foot of my bed.
“I told you to run away, I warned you several times.”
I frowned. “Don’t…don’t you dare blame me…I’ll tell everyone-”
“Tell everyone, what? That you got raped by a dog? By a fucking Werewolf? I’m sure I’d be arrested in no time.” His sarcastic tone lowered the pitch of his voice.
My eyes watered. “But you raped me. I yelled and screamed!”
“And I was rutting!”
I gasped and sobbed. He lowered his eyes.
“It doesn’t matter now, there’s nothing we can change, you belong to me now.” He said tired and angrily, like a reminder he repeated in hopes it wouldn’t bother him as much the next time.
I shook my head, “No, I-I’ll put a restraining order on you!”
“You can’t.” He shook his head as well.
“Why the hell not?”
“You would die.”
“You’re resorting to death threats?” I can’t believe this; I lift my arm to press the button for the nurse.
His hand clasping my wrist stops me, I’m starting to feel pain and a wave of heat rushes through me.
“You don’t seem to understand, we are MATED, meaning you’re my mate. You will bear my cub and belong to me all your life.”
I gaped at him in shock. “No…”
“If you were to be separated from me too long, you would fall ill and die. We are connected now, against both our wills, but even so, the bond stands.”
I winced softly, staring at his hand around my wrist. Something flourished at the base of my stomach. “Why…why do I … want you?”
His face softened. “You’re my mate and I’m still rutting, your body is responding to mine.”
“Why can you control it now?” I asked in accusation and as a distraction to keep myself from breaking down.
“Because I had release.” He let go of my wrist and sat on the bed, staring at me intently. “I’ve been rutting a week once a month for three years now, I wasn’t supposed to mate until I found the perfect female. I wasn’t supposed to run into you tonight and release years of pent up need.”
I swallowed looking away. “Am I pregnant?”
“I….I don’t know. Tomorrow…we can ask my father, he’ll… check you.” He shifted uncomfortably.
“Your family…?”
“Werewolves are born, not made. My father is a werewolf and my mother is his mate.” He sighed, rubbing his face with a tiresome expression. My body began to relax on its own as if the tension was decided by my limbs that it was unnecessary. My mind followed suit.
His eyes found mine again. Biting his lip he sighed. “I need to introduce you to the clan. I’m not sure how this will bode with them.”
Subconsciously, I lightly ran my fingers across his palm. His eyes lowered to stare at them, and when I noticed what I was doing, I snapped my hand away.
“I hope you’re not with child.” He murmured to himself out loud.
I wanted to agree, but I couldn’t say it. My mom returning with tea for him and a steaming Styrofoam cup in her hand saved me from having to reply