Breaking Free

Chapter 6

I woke suddenly, almost breathless and eyes flying open as I realised.... I was about to cum! Yes, that's right! I bolted out of bed and made it only to the window which I flipped up and opened just in time before my cock exploded out into the air and onto the grass below. I couldn't stop a few loud moans from escaping my mouth as my liquid poured out of me. What the hell was happening?! I teased the end as I finally started to slow; my breathing hot and heavy as I was trying to make out what has just happened. I wasn't dreaming of anything I remember and I couldn't recall ever feeling this horny when I woke up previously. A knock on the door startled me again as I lifted my head quickly and banged it on the window above. Such a clutz.
"Milo, are you okay?" Violets voice sounded from the other side of the door. Was I okay? Heck if I know. I doubt cumming out of somebodies bedroom window was far from okay though. I didn't answer. I 'milked' out the remainder of the cum from my pipes and used a tissue to wipe away the excess and put myself back inside my joggers. I unlocked the door and faced Violet with a flushed, breathless face.
"Are you okay? I heard you yell? Did you hurt yourself?" She asked again and I didn't even know how to begin explaining what just happened. And even if I did, how could I tell her that!? After a few moments I just nodded awkwardly and shut the door. It was then I realised even after that outburst, I still didn't feel satisfied. Normally, my orgasms were a lot more powerful than that and would wipe me out. How I felt now was nowhere close to that. I'd never wanted to pleasure myself before. Never needed to. But right now I felt if I didn't cum at least one more time I'd probably have an aching erection all day. Or so it felt like. So I sat on the edge of the bed and stroked myself til I exploded once again in a load of tissues. I had hoped it wouldn't come to this. My body was so used to having powerful orgasms on a daily basis that now I wasn't having any my body was doing them all on their own. Except not as powerful. When I had finished, again, I made my way out of the bedroom and joined them at the table for pancakes. Act normal I repeated in my head. Don't be weird. Oh, too late.

I didn't say much at the table, surprise surprise, and once I had finished devouring as many pancakes as I could, I climbed into one of the arm chairs in the lounge and huddled up in a ball watching the tv.
"What are you scribbling?" Violet asked a while later when she looked up from her laptop. I had found a notepad and began to design the front cover of a story I was going to write. This story. Breaking Free. But Violet was a human, which meant she wasn't supposed to know all about us werewolves. No human was. But then, perhaps I could trust her not to run into town and bring back a herd of men with pitchforks?
I didn't answer her question for a long time; I remained writing, finishing a couple chapters before I plucked up the courage and handed it over to her. I couldn't watch her read what I had wrote. Fear maybe? So I walked outside and paced around, looking like I had lost something. Probably my mind. Jake was buried  underneath his truck covered in grease and hadn't even noticed I was out there hanging about like a spare lemon. Humans ears sure are rubbish. Sorry humans.

Sure enough, about 7 minutes later, Violet slowly appeared from inside the cabin looking as though someone had just told her a family member had died. She had mascara stained tears running down her pink cheeks and she kept her head hung low as she slowly walked over to where I was standing. When she finally looked up at me, she handed back the notepad and tried to force herself a smile.
"Milo... I'm so sorry..." She started as she began wiping the back of her hand against her damp face. Again, shouldn't I be the one crying about this? I stared at her, mouth unable to form a single word. I kind of felt sorry for her. After all, she was this upset because of me.
"I knew the stories about werewolves were true. Jake never believed them, but I did. And after what you did yesterday? It all makes sense." She started to smile more and her tears had stopped for now at least. Her blue eyes sparkled in the light and I felt a faint smile creep across my lips. She really was a sweet girl. She knew what I was, yet she wasn't afraid. Her eyes scanned over my visible scars and mostly healed over wounds before they stopped briefly on my mouth and then back to meet my gaze. She stepped in and lightly leaned her head against my chest. I lifted both of my arms up in the air slightly unsure weather to back up, just stand there or to give her a hug. The fact that I was even contemplating it surprised me. She closed the gap between us and wrapped both of her arms around me tight squeezing her eyes shut. I looked down. She actually looked pretty cute. I slowly tried to retaliate with a hug back and she giggled when she felt more than saw how awkward I was being. Not to mention my stupid dick was now poking her in the belly! I flushed a crimson red and she took a step back to let me breathe. Or maybe to look me over I don't know. She whispered 'sorry' whilst trying to hold back a smile and her heart was thudding in her chest.
"For what it's worth, I don't think you're small." She blushed as she raked her eyes over my body. I almost felt paralysed in that moment, mouth a jar and trying not to smile but I probably just looked like a bloody awkward idiot. I couldn't think of anything to say back so I cleared my throat and turned my head away, holding the notepad over my groin.
"Keep writing!" She told me as she finally began to walk away. At that I did smile.

After that I wrote another 2 more chapters in the story that is my life but I kept them to myself and didn't let anyone see them. Violet knew enough for now and Jake was still wrapping his head around what Violet was telling them. Of course he wanted to see proof. I stuck out my hand and my fingernails began to grow into thick, long, dark claws right in front of him. I haven't been strong enough in over 10 years to be able to do it. I  thought I wouldn't even remember how to do it, but I guess it's like riding a bike. I was all too pleased with myself. After witnessing that, Jake began to take in the idea that Violet was right and slumped himself in a chair with a big sigh.
"So... Do you eat people?" He finally asked breaking the silence. I gave a small laugh and shook my head. I had heard of rogue werewolves killing and sometimes eating humans, but I wasn't going to tell him that. Besides, they had nothing to fear from me. Nobody did. I couldn't even say boo to a goose.
"My homemade lasagne; Milo, I think you'll really love this if I do say so myself!" Violet grinned looking pleased. Jake nodded in agreement already stuffing his face full but spitting it back out again as it was piping hot.
I stifled a laugh and began to dig in to probably the best smelling dish I've ever had the pleasure of smelling. Let alone tasting.
That's when I heard a howl and my blood ran cold. I spun my head to look out of the window towards the direction of the howl; eyes wide open, I knew who it was. He'd found me!
"Err, what was that?" Jake said looking between Violet and I. I could feel Violets eyes burrowing into the side of my head.
"My brother." I whispered, terrified.