BETA MALE: FULL MOON LONELINESS - COMPLETED

Chapter 10. La Bestialité

"Make love to me before the night falls," I asked Lorenzo the afternoon before the next full moon. He looked at me with a frown. "Make love to me before the full moon forces you to leave me once again."

"It's too late, Patrick," he said. "The night and the full moon are too close. If I don't run away from you now, I could transform and kill you."

Kill me? Who are we fooling with that? Lorenzo was never going to kill me because the connection between us crossed the barriers between human and animal. He looked so sexy. The little time left for him to transform into a wolf had made his skin turn golden, as if he had a deep tan or as if his skin had simply turned to gold. That special shine on his skin made the grayish hairs on his chest, beard, hair, and body in general stand out in an even more beautiful way than they always did. I was fully erect. I couldn't let him go yet.

I walked over to his naked body as he prepared to leave the cabin and gently squeezed his nipples. Lorenzo immediately got hard, and the only one who had to take care of that erection was the one who had inspired it, me. I began to masturbate him while I kissed his lips and made him moan. I felt him nervous because the full moon and the threat of his transformation were getting closer and closer, but I had caught him and now he was letting himself go.

"You will never be the lone wolf," I told him, looking into his eyes and stroking his beard. "Because I will always be with you."

"Oh my love!" he said then, before turning me roughly, making me bend against the table. Immediately, he pulled down my underwear and penetrated me firmly and without a warning, like an animal, as I liked him to do it to me and as he liked me to do it to him.

He got in and out of my body wildly, with all his love, his power, and the madness that we both provoked in each other. From behind, he grabbed my face and turned me towards him. He kissed me passionately, and I responded with euphoria. We bit our tongues and lips, and shouted our love to each other.

He kept penetrating my anus and life until little by little his moans transformed into screams that seemed to mix pain and pleasure. He screamed the way a bottom could scream, but he was the top this time, and that's why his pain seemed unusual. His furry arms hugged and caressed my waist as I liked them to do so much, but at that moment they began to get rougher than usual, so rough they almost hurt me. It was also undeniable that although his arms were very hairy normally, they were now becoming hairier than usual. And the hairs on his chest, which would caress my back, seemed to be getting longer and thicker as well.

After a lot of moaning from both of us, we finished at the same time. I ejaculated on the table, and he ejaculated inside of me. And so, without looking at each other, I felt how he got out of me and immediately fled from the cabin.

I walked towards the door and saw the imposing full moon showing her grandness, reigning alone in a dark cloudless sky. The huge white moon shone unapologetically and unashamedly that night, full-frontal naked directly in front of me. I looked between the trees and saw Lorenzo getting into the thick of the jungle. At this point, he was already running on all fours, and when I stopped seeing him in the distance, I could almost assure you that his anatomy no longer had anything human. I heard his first howl of this full moon and smiled, then closed the door and locked it.

Whenever Lorenzo left the cabin on full moon days, he did not return until the moon completely waned again. According to him, it was too dangerous to return during the day. He was terrified by the possibility that one afternoon we could fall asleep until it was too late. That when we woke up, he would already be turned into a wolf and end up ending my life. During full moons, whenever my man woke up in the middle of the jungle as a human, he preferred to move further away from the cabin instead of getting closer. When night fell, the danger was imminent, so his fear of being close to me during the full moon was uncontrollable. However, this time it was different. Some time later, Lorenzo explained to me that the next morning, when he woke up as a human, he did so with a bad omen in his heart. He felt as if he had had a nightmare that he could not remember, but that made him feel a hole in his heart and that I needed him more than ever.