Author: Meghan Archer; Nora Nix
Date: 2015-04-28 04:00:00+00:00
Publisher: True Desires Press

An American Wereslut In London

Seeking revenge for all the pain and misery Thom has wrought, Bryce travels to London in search of a method to break his curse. He’s heard tell of a witch who can turn him from a wereslut into a normal man again, and he’s only too eager to take back his life.

But the witch is just one part of removing the spell. The other is seducing the wereslut who turned him in the first place. And that means he’ll have to sleep with Thom.

Thankfully, a magical amulet in the witch’s possession will allow Bryce to turn into Brittney without the aid of the full moon. Can he trust her to go down without a fight? Will he find freedom, or more misery, in Thom’s arms?

Can the curse of the wereslut truly be broken, and in the end, will Bryce even want to?

An American Wereslut In London

(‘Curse Of The Wereslut’ Book 3 of 3)

Nora Nix and Meghan Archer

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. All participants in these fictitious events are consenting, non-related adults over the age of eighteen.

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An American Wereslut In London

The woman’s warm, silky skin felt like butter as she undulated beneath Brittney’s eager ministrations. She couldn’t rightly remember the woman’s name, but in her situation, names meant less than what the woman in question could offer the voracious wereslut—a warm pussy and the promise of an earth-shattering orgasm.

“Oh, fuck!” the girl cried out, biting on her bottom lip as she felt the wereslut slipping yet another finger into the folds of her velvety cunt. Brittney cooed in satisfaction as she felt the warmth of her latest victim’s tight, wet sex clamping around her fingers. “Oh, my God!”

“That’s a good girl,” Brittney said with a purr, her breath catching as her other hand teased at the throbbing nub of her own clit. “Such a tight little pussy.”

“My boyfriend’s never made me feel this way,” the girl moaned, looking up into Brittney’s eyes as her hips bucked against the wereslut’s darting fingers.

“Maybe it’s time you traded him in for something a little more experienced with a pussy,” the horny shapeshifter said, smirking as her fingers began to tap a steady beat on her one-night stand. “Women know their way around a cunt in ways men never can.”

“Yes!” the girl cried, her back arching as she felt the swelling tide of her orgasm barreling toward her. “Fuck, yes!”

“That’s it,” Brittney urged, biting her lip in anticipation.

“Oh, God!” she squealed, throwing her head back before her body went almost entirely limp. Her eyes opened, staring blankly up at the ceiling as she began to speak in an oddly loud and neutral tone.

“Attention, passengers: we are beginning our descent into London International Airport. The captain his turned on the ‘fasten seatbelts’ sign and asks that you remain seated. Welcome to London, England. We hope you enjoy your stay, and thank you for flying with us.”

Bryce’s eyes shot open as the plane began to jostle. He blinked the sleep away and turned to look over the passenger to his right, hoping to catch a glimpse of London has they glided toward the Earth. It took him a moment to notice the odd stare that he was getting from his neighbor, signaling that the dream he’d just had was not, in fact, a silent one.

Bryce’s face burned bright red and he turned his gaze back to the seat in front of him. His escapades as his female alter ego had a habit of showing up over and over in his dreams, something that Brittney was surely enjoying. While the two of them were technically the same person, Bryce knew that Brittney very much had a mind of her own, often acting as a nagging voice in the back of his mind, telling him to give in to his more physical desires—especially when it involved sex.

Oh, come on, he felt the familiar, lilting voice echo through his mind, that one was one of my favorites. I always love turning girls to the “dark side.” Bryce sighed as she giggled maniacally.

Bryce made his way out into the terminal after the plane had safely landed, hefting his backpack onto his shoulder as he headed toward the exit. He’d made sure to pack light, with a few spare clothes for himself and a couple of things for Brittney if they ended up staying past the time of the full moon. He felt like he was so close to revenge that he could almost taste it.

A month ago, Bryce had gotten something he’d always wanted: a sexual encounter with his lesbian best friend, Julie. But his perfect night was blemished by his own curse, and the very person who had turned him into the monster that he was now, another wereslut named Tina—or Thom, as he called himself when the moon wasn’t full. The only lead he had was his name and that fact that Thom made his home in London when he wasn’t jetting around the world ruining other peoples’ lives.

A month of research and scouring Facebook had gotten Bryce a vague area that told him just where Thom spent most of his time. By following his “check-ins,” Bryce could tell just were he’d be on any given day of the week. And his hard-spent time poring over any reference to his own condition had led him to a little known part of the city—an odd bazaar hidden in the back alleys of London’s seediest part of town. From what he had gathered, if someone knew how to fix him, he’d find them there.

Do you really want me gone that badly, Bryce? Brittney asked him, her consciousness slithering against his own like a cat brushing against someone’s leg. Bryce shivered, a tightness in his pants creeping in. We have so much fun together. Don’t we, baby?

As much as he wanted to deny it, Bryce’s sex life had never been better since he had become a wereslut. Even the transformations were beginning to lose their agonizing edge and inching toward almost being enjoyable. He had even started to anticipate the almost orgasmic shift as his body smoothed and he went from slightly-average man to buxom, horny wereslut.

“I’ve got to be rid of this forever,” Bryce said as he made his way out of the airport, doing his best to wave down a taxi. To his surprise it took only a moment to find a free cab, but when he told the man the address, he thought the driver might throw him out.

“You crazy, lad? The hell you want to go there for? There’s nothin’ but toughs in that bit’a town. Don’t you want to maybe see the London Eye or Big Ben? Kinda business does a lad like you got in that part of the city?”

“I’ve got someone I need to see about a dog. Are you going to take me, or not?” Bryce asked as he showed the man a fifty-pound note.

“Right you are,” the cabbie grumbled as he put the car into gear and headed toward the address Bryce had given him.

After the better part of an hour, the cab trundled down a cobbled street that almost seemed to have been skipped by the march of progress. Dark and dirty street lamps lined the roads, casting muddled haloes against the grimy sidewalks. As he looked out the window, Bryce realized that this wasn’t the address he’d asked for.

“What’s going on?” he asked, glancing out into the gloomy mist beyond. Something strange hung over this place, an odd miasma that permeated every inch of the world beyond the window.

“I’m not goin’ no farther, sir. Your destination’s just down that street there, but you’ll not catch me down those alleyways no matter how high the sun is,” the cabbie said, clicking the switch at his console that ordered the doors to unlock. “You can leave my cab now, if you don’t mind.”

Bryce got the feeling he didn’t have much of a choice. Reluctantly, he pushed the door wide open and pulled himself and his scant luggage out into the street. Before he could turn to say something scathing to the spooked driver, the door had already closed and the man was making a hasty three-point turn, heading away from the creeping fog that told Bryce he was exactly where he needed to be.

“Great,” he sighed. Then he hefted his backpack over his shoulder and marched deeper into the mists.

The walk felt as though it went on forever, the steady cadence of his footfalls filling his ears as the silhouettes of buildings passed him by just far enough away to be nothing more than hazy, hulking shadows. He’d begun to tell himself to turn back, to turn and run toward the light.

But Bryce didn’t have that option anymore. The only choice he had left was to keep walking down deeper into the darkness and closer to what he could only hope was an end to his curse. The fog swirled, pulling at him with icy fingers that left damp trails across his cheek. Even though he’d been walking in a straight line, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was lost.

That was when he heard it. The second his mind questioned whether it knew the way back or forward, a sound drifted from the mists—the sound of laughter.

It wasn’t a warm kind of laughter, but instead a strange, cackling that sent a stab of fear through him, seizing at his gut and tightening his insides. He didn’t think he want to meet the person that laugh belonged to.

More sounds slowly floated toward him from the fog: arguing, shouting, more laughter. It went from the faintest whisper to a roaring cacophony, drowning out his own thoughts as shapes grew within the mist. Dark shadows appeared before him that grew startlingly clearer the closer Bryce got. When the fog dissipated and everything around him was clear, he knew that had found the right place.

Men and women in dark clothes huddled around makeshift stalls set up along the street. Vendors of only the most sinister variety occupied what seemed little better than lean-tos in most cases, save for a few sturdy, wooden structures with the most gruesome of oddities hanging like prizes at a carnival.

As he walked past, Bryce saw the most alluring woman hanging from windows, beckoning him to come join her upstairs. Brittney stirred inside of him at the thought

Come on, Bryce. We could have a little fun, Brittney cooed. They look so yummy.

“Not now,” Bryce grumbled, glancing furtively at the addresses of the houses and storefronts they passed in the unnatural twilight of the marketplace.

“Lookin’ fer somefin?” a gruff voice asked from an alleyway.

Bryce turned just in time to see a hulking creature rise up in the darkness, the smell of its breath rolling over him in waves of nausea-inducing stink.

“N-No, I—” he started to say, covering his mouth and nose to stave off being overwhelmed by the thing’s breath. “I’m trying to find 1881 Druid Drive,” he finally managed to choke out, taking a step back from the creature in the hope of some relief.

“The witch’s house,” the monster rumbled, disapproving. “Two doors down, boy. Be careful what you bargain with.”

Without another word, the monster slunk back deeper into the alleyway, a woeful grunt accompanying each of its massive footfalls. Bryce couldn’t help but hear its last words echoing in his mind.

Be careful what you bargain with.

Two doors down, Bryce found the house he was looking for, just like the monster had promised. But when he saw the door, he wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to find out who lived inside.

The paint was peeling with dark stains smeared across the front in a pattern that hurt Bryce’s head just to look at. Something inside of him told him to run, remembering once again the monster’s words. This was a witch’s house.

Images of disgusting old crones with pulsating boils and green skin filled his mind. He couldn’t understand his fear, or why all of a sudden his curse seemed a small price to pay if it meant never setting foot in that house. He knew that he had to leave, to run away and learn to deal with his monthly transformations into an insatiable nymphomaniac.

But then the door began to open, and suddenly Bryce couldn’t think at all.

Standing in front of him was not the grotesque creature he expected, but instead a woman the likes of which he’d never seen. Her skin was the color of cocoa and she had long, black hair that came down to the point where her ass met her thighs. Her lips were painted black and he eyes sparkled like rubies in the dimness of the street outside.

“Hello there, sweet boy,” she cooed in an accent he couldn’t identify. “Come for business, or something more delightful?”

“I…” Bryce began, struck dumb by not only her beauty, but the fact that she was completely naked in front of him and for all the people in the street beyond to see. He stared at her pert breasts and dark nipples as they came to attention under his gaze.

“Maybe a little bit of both?” she said with a sly grin before moving aside. “Come in then, little wereslut.”

Before he even understood what he was doing, Bryce had made his way inside and the door had shut behind him.

“You know what I am?” he managed to blurt out.

“Plain as day, I can spot a horny little shapeshifter a mile away,” the witch chuckled as she turned down the tiny foyer and deeper into the darkness of her home. “Come with me.”

Bryce followed, unsure of what he would find, but unable to keep his eyes off of the roundness of her tight backside as it swayed with each step.

“I’m guessing you’re wanting a cure,” she said as she led him into a room filled with warm firelight. “They always want a cure, until they realize how much fun you can have when you’re a horny skank once a month.”

The witch let out a soft chuckle as she motioned for Bryce to sit down on one of her over-stuffed couches.

“I don’t want to be this way,” Bryce said, sitting though he never remembered wanting to. “There’s someone—”

“True love?” the witch asked, a grin spreading over her full succulent lips.

“I think so,” Bryce said, unsure whether he liked the way the naked witch was looking at him. “I’ve always felt this way about her.”

“And what price would you pay, sweet boy? What will you give me for this cure to your little curse?” The witch sauntered closer, biting her lip as she looked down into his eyes.

“I—I don’t…” Bryce stammered, all too aware of how close and how naked she was. His eyes lingered on her bare, glistening pussy, wet and ready for him.

“Anything,” Bryce said, his eyes turning back up to meet her own. “I’ll give you anything you want if you help me break this curse.”

“Your seed is my price, little wereslut,” the witch whispered. “How I get it, I’ll leave up to you.”

“My what?” Bryce asked, his eyes wide.

“You seed. Your essence,” the witch explained, “I want you to give me your cum, my sweet little wereslut.”

“Why?” Bryce asked, though he could feel Brittney’s mind brushing over his own, filling him with thoughts of the witch bent over her own armchair, his cock buried deep inside the pink depths of her tight, chocolate body.

His cock began to stiffen as his alter-ego bombarded him with encouragement to ravage the witch right then and there.

“Whatever I choose?” he asked, biting his lip as he began to give in to Brittney’s influence.

“I’m not picky about how I get it,” the witch said with a smirk.

Without another word Bryce undid his fly, working his jeans from around his hips until his cock was free in the warm air of the witch’s sitting room.

“Oh,” she gasped in appreciation, biting harder on her lip as she knelt down to run her fingers along Bryce’s shaft. “I always like it when they’re nice and thick.”

Bryce couldn’t help but grin, the sweltering waves of Brittney’s influence over him taking hold and drowning his better judgement beneath the tide of his own lust.

“If you’re going to kneel down there like that, you might as well give it a taste,” he said and felt the sizzle of Brittney’s approval.

Good boy, Bryce, she thought. Live a little.

The witch’s smile widened as she wrapped her slender fingers around Bryce’s impressive girth and began to stroke him.

“That little slut inside of you knows what she wants no matter how full the moon is, it seems,” she said, a chuckle unlinking her words as her thumb brushed over the pulsating tip of his cock. “That, or you’re just as bad as she is.”

Bryce let out a moan, closing his eyes as he felt the warmth of his own arousal sliding over him. His heavy balls began to pulse with the witch’s slow strokes. She was working up a nice, big load with each of her patient, yet eager ministrations. Somewhere deep inside he tried to deny that he was enjoying what was happening, that his behavior was just a product of his curse, but he knew that was a lie—he loved this.

“Maybe I am,” Bryce whispered, sucking in air through his teeth as he felt the witch’s silken tongue against his tip.

“Then why look for a cure? If you love the way it feels to be the slut you always were inside, then why try to stop it?”

She pumped him faster as she engulfed his tip in her full lips. Bryce almost cried out, clutching at the armchair as her mouth began to work him inside. When he didn’t, she let out a purr deep in her throat before coming up for air.

“I could always keep you, little wereslut,” the witch cooed, sliding her tongue up his shaft. “I’ve always wanted a pet, and I’d be lying if the thought of your cock stuffing my pussy hasn’t gotten me dripping down my thighs.”

Bryce opened his eyes, looking down to find that as the witch was sucking him off her hand teased between the smoothness of her thighs, playing in the folds of her pussy. When their eyes met, she smirked and reached up to brush her soaked fingers against his lips. “This is just a taste of what I could give you, little Bryce.”

His tongue darted over his lips and he moaned as the taste of her lust washed over him. The fact that the witch had said his name never even seemed to register as her enchanting juices played across his senses.

“Oh, God!” he moaned, feeling the witch once again taking him in, this time deep into her throat. Bryce couldn’t help but shiver as his balls tightened, her hand softly playing with them as the other worked once again at her drenched sex.

“That’s it,” she cooed, looking up at him as her hand pumped his shaft again. “It could be yours, if only you’d be mine.”

“Fuck!” Bryce hissed, feeling a warmth grow at the base of his cock. His balls pulsed and tightened, the telltale signs that his climax was fast approaching. “I’m so close!”

“Good boy,” she purred.

The witch flicked her tongue softly against his tip, popping him in and out of her mouth over and over as her hand worked him expertly. The thought of tasting her pussy on his tongue was so tempting. He wanted nothing more than to ram his cock deep into her tight cunt and watch her body writhe underneath his.

I wouldn’t mind seeing that pretty face lapping at my pussy, Brittney piped up.

The witch’s offer was a seductive one: to spend his days experiencing the kind of pleasures he’d only ever dreamed about in his wildest sex-crazed fantasies.

“Give that load to me, sweet boy. I need to taste it,” she whispered as she teased frantically at her drenched sex.

“Fuck, yes!” Bryce moaned, watching as the witch took him once again into her mouth, taking him nice and deep as her own hips bucked against her darting fingers.

Bryce threw his head back against the cushions of the armchair, his hips rising slightly, driving himself deeper into the witch’s throat. She let out a moan, then a scream around his cock, her head bobbing greedily as the Bryce felt his balls explode in a glorious tidal wave of release.

His hot cum rocketed up his shaft, hot ropes of his essence pouring deep into the witch’s throat as she sucked him off. Her eyes rolled in ecstasy as her own orgasm made her spasm and whimper around his dick.

“Oh, my God,” Bryce whispered, his eyes half-closed as he slowly felt his body begin to relax.

The witch slid his cock from her mouth, looking into his eyes as she swallowed the mouthful of his hot spunk and licked her lips, savoring his flavor on her taste buds. The witch crawled on top of him, biting her lip as she let her hands explore his body, slipping beneath his shirt and feeling the warmth of his skin against her own.

“So, can your little Julie do that for you?” she asked, her lips brushing against his ear before softly sucking on his earlobe.

“I…” Bryce began, his eyes fluttering as he felt her teeth softly graze his skin. “I can’t leave her.”

The witched let out a soft sigh, though a smile stayed on her lips as she leaned back, straddling him and throwing her shoulders back in one last, futile attempt to showcase what he could have.

“I suppose it is true love, then, little wereslut, if you’re willing to let a body like mine slip through your fingers. I promise a world of pleasure you can’t begin to imagine.”

“I’m sorry,” Bryce said, though part of him felt pained to refuse something to tempting. “I love her.”

“Very well,” she said, smirking as she dismounted him. “A deal is a deal, and you will have your cure. But I cannot give it to you.”

“What?” Bryce asked, sitting up, an anger rising in his chest. “I thought you said—”

“Perhaps I may have stretched the truth,” the witch said, chuckling as she wiped a bit of his cum from his chin and sucked it from her finger. “But I can tell you what you must do.

“Take this charm,” the witch said, gliding over to an ancient cabinet and removing an odd pendant from the depths of one of its drawers. “Once you have it on, you will not be bound by the phases of the moon and you will transform into the slut inside of you.”

Bryce stood, sliding his pants back up over his now flaccid cock and adjusting himself.

“That doesn’t sound like a cure,” he grumbled.

“I’m not done,” the witch snapped, holding up a finger still slick with her own juices. “While you are in the form of the slut, you must bed the wereslut that changed you in his male form. Once his seed fills you, then you are free from the curse.”

“I have to fuck Thom?” Bryce asked, his face twisting in disgust.

“If you truly want to be rid of this curse, then yes. But be warned,” the witch said, handing the amulet to Bryce, “if you keep the charm on when the sun rises, then you will never be a man again. You will be forever stuck as the woman you become every full moon.”

“I won’t ever stop being Brittney?” Bryce asked, his hand frozen around the charm as he locked his eyes upon it.

“You will be a woman for the rest of your life,” she said, nodding before finally relinquishing the amulet. “Take it off before the sun rises.”

The way back out of the strange marketplace was much less mind boggling than the way in. It only took Bryce a matter of minutes to get back to the spot where the cabbie had dropped him off, while before it had almost seemed like hours. Sure enough, in a matter of moments, he was standing back in the regular London street he’d left before descending into that dark world.

The streetlights flickered to life as the sun began to set and night approached. Bryce didn’t have much time if he wanted to end his curse and be back before Julie realized he’d been gone.

He removed his phone from his jeans pocket and opened the fake Facebook account he’d made in order to get access to Thom’s status updates. Bryce had figured that a guy like Thom would accept any friend request from a pretty woman, and that was exactly the kind of person he’d been when those pictures were taken.

Brittney had posed for some rather risqué selfies before Bryce had made her fake account under a different name, and Thom took the bait, just as planned.

After a week of watching his news feed, Bryce had learned Thom’s regular haunts and habits, and it was how Bryce knew exactly where to find him on a Friday night.

Thom had checked in at Geldy’s Pub only a few minutes ago, and thanks to Google, Bryce knew exactly how to get there. But first, a change of clothes—and gender—was in order.

Bryce ducked into a public restroom he passed on his way to the pub and took the charm from his jeans pocket, hoping to God that the witch wasn’t full of shit.

He locked himself inside one of the larger handicapped stalls and began to undress, stripping nude before slipping the amulet over his head.

The reaction was almost immediate, but instead of the painful contortion he was used to with his transformation, this one almost seemed fluid. His breasts grew in a matter of seconds and his body shifted almost painlessly into Brittney’s curvy figure. Bryce felt his hair flowing like water down his back into Brittney’s long tresses. But unlike every other time he had transformed, Bryce still felt like he was in total control.

No fair, he heard Brittney think in the back of his mind. I wanted to drive.

Bryce took the clothes he’d packed for Brittney out of his backpack and quickly put them on, fitting the tight blouse and short skirt over his new hips and breasts. Without Brittney in control of his womanly form, Bryce felt a little vulnerable and exposed.

Why would I let you “drive?” Bryce thought back at her. You don’t want any of this to happen. You don’t want the curse to end.

Would you, if you were me? I mean, think about it, Bryce. You’re trying to kill me.

That thought made Bryce stop for a moment. He turned his gaze toward the mirror to stare at Brittney’s body. She was right, technically. If all went according to Bryce’s plan, she’d be gone. Dead.

“I’m sorry, but I have to do this.”

Unable to continue looking at the face of his alter ego in the mirror, Bryce made his way out of the bathroom and back out into the twilight of London’s busy streets.

Finding Gedy’s Pub took only a matter of minutes after catching a ride with yet another taxi. Bryce stepped out of the car and fixed his outfit, hoping to God everything was just right to get Thom back to his place for a little bit of fun.

The inside of Gedy’s Pub was filled with the smell of cigarettes and stale beer. The lights were dim and the patrons seemed hardly the kind of people you’d ever want a good look at in the light of day. Thom, however, was easy enough to spot.

The young man was making quite the spectacle of himself, singing at the bar as he downed what appeared to be his fifth beer. Bryce checked his phone, and sure enough, Thom had only arrived thirty minutes beforehand.

“This’ll be easier than I thought,” he said in Brittney’s soft, lilting voice as he made his way over to the bar to sit himself right next to the unsuspecting Thom.

“Hey, handsome,” Bryce said as he hopped up on the stool beside Thom, biting his lip before ordering a glass of something sweet. “You look like you’re having a good time.”

“All the better now that you’re here, gorgeous,” Thom said, already slurring his words.

Bingo, Bryce thought. He has no idea who I am. And why would he? The only time Thom had seen him as Brittney had been through Tina’s eyes, and Bryce was willing to bet that as drunk as Thom already was, he had no recollection of that evening.

“I don’t suppose you know how to show a girl a good time, do you?” Bryce asked, reaching over and gently brushing her fingers over Thom’s forearm, hoping that was signal enough for the drunken wereslut to take an interest.

“A good time, eh?” Thom asked, smirking before taking another swig of his beer. “I think I know a few ways to keep a pretty thing like you occupied.”

“Maybe after a few more drinks?” he asked, taking a sip of his own glass as the bartender set it down in front of him. “I’m parched.”

“Don’t I know you from somewhere?” Thom asked after almost an hour of drinking and small talk. The two of them had moved to a small booth toward the back of the pub for more privacy.

“I don’t think so, sweetie,” Bryce deflected. “I’d know if I’d met a hunk like you before.”

“Scary, ‘cause I get the strangest feelin’ when I look at you,” Thom said, squinting at Brittney’s body.

“Maybe that’s just the beer gnawing at your belly, handsome. Maybe you ought to lie down—with me.” As he said it, Bryce’s slender, feminine hand slid up Thom’s leg to brush over the bulge in his jeans.

“Movin’ fast, aren’t we?” Thom asked with an eager smile.

“I’m not the kind of girl who likes waiting for what she wants,” Bryce whispered into Thom’s ear, his now full and feminine lips brushing against his earlobe. “I want you. Now.”

He slid his hand over Thom’s thigh, caressing along the length of it before resting Brittney’s slender fingers against the half-stiff bulge of his package. The Englishman’s cock responded immediately, coming to quick attention within the confines of his jeans, his hips squirming.

“I want this,” Bryce cooed.

Those words were all it took for Thom to pay his tab and hail a taxi for the two of them, making a quick escape to his apartment where Bryce knew exactly what his intentions were.

The two of them hopped into the cab, both of them a little tipsy from their steady supply of cocktails. Their hands explored one another shamelessly as the cab sped them through the London streets toward Thom’s home. But the more he groped on Thom, the less in control Bryce felt. Brittney’s consciousness was beginning to vie for control.

Give me the wheel, baby, she whispered to him. If I’ve got to go, at least give me one last ride.

He didn’t feel like he had much of a choice as he began to slip farther and farther from the forefront of his thoughts, feeling his alter ego’s mind stretching out like a cat to fill every inch of his body and assume direct control.

Brittney slipped her hand beneath the band of Thom’s jeans as they taxi drew nearer to the apartment, whispering softly into the other wereslut’s ear. “Got to get this nice and hard for me, don’t we, baby? I don’t want to wait a second after you get me in that door.”

She wrapped her hand around the rigid shaft of his cock as the taxi came to a halt just outside of the apartment, turning around just in time for Brittney to slip her hand away discretely.

“Pay for that, won’t you, sugar?” the wereslut cooed into Thom’s ear before opening the door. She turned back, a smirk on her lips as she watched Thom throw money at the cabbie and amble out after her.

The two of them mounted the stairs up to Thom’s flat and quickly went inside. The moment they walked through the door Thom was upon her, his body pressing her against the wall. She could feel him straining against the crotch of his jeans, begging to be set free upon her tight little cunt. Brittney was more than happy to give in to his body’s silent demands.

Their lips met as she slid her hands down between Thom’s legs, working at his fly like a pro, having him undone in mere seconds. Then she dove into his boxers, finally getting the grip on his steely shaft that she’d been craving from the moment she’d seen him. She could forgive Bryce for stealing the reigns, even for wanting her gone—but if she had to go, she’d at least go out doing what she loved.

Thom raked his nails up her sides, pushing the tight fabric of her top up and over her big, pillowy tits. Bryce had packed her favorite bra, a sweet little pink push-up that did wonders for her already impressive cleavage. Thom seemed to approve of it as well, though she guessed she wouldn’t be keeping it on long.

Brittney pushed his pants down off of his hips, followed closely by his clinging boxer-briefs, freeing his dick from its fabric prison. It made her mouth and her pussy start to water just at the sight of it.

“That’s what I wanna see, baby,” Brittney moaned, biting her lip as she felt him starting to hike her skirt up higher on her thighs. As he did, she noticed that she didn’t seem to have any panties on.

Good boy, Bryce, she thought, spreading her legs as she felt Thom reaching between her thighs.

In one swift and sudden movement he lifted her up and pressed her against the wall, and she wrapped her legs around Thom’s waist as he moved himself into position.

Grinning from ear to ear, Brittney quickly lifted his shirt up, making him let go for only the briefest of moments and leaning against the wall for support. When he held her up once more, Brittney trailed her fingers over his well-muscled chest.

“Give it to me,” she moaned softly, biting harder on her lip as she felt his throbbing tip pressing against her soaked pussy.

With a sudden gasp, Brittney felt him pushing past the velvety lips of her cunt and slipping into her tight little hole. She threw her head back and closed her eyes as Thom stretched her with every inch. He was so big!

She writhed and squirmed around his cock, locking her feet together behind him as she pulled him further into her depths. It felt like a blissful eternity to get him all the way inside her, but once she felt herself nice and snug around the base of his cock, she let out a sigh of relief.

“Fuck me, baby,” she cooed, and Thom had no qualms with her request, pumping his hips slowly at first and working up a steady rhythm as he drive that fantastic dick into her needy cunt.

She closed her eyes as he fucked her, sucking air in through her teeth in a plaintive hiss. She worked her hips against his own whenever they met, grinding him deeper to get the full length of his shaft inside of her. She tensed whenever she felt him slide up to his base, giving him a nice, tight hole to slam that dick into.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” Thom moaned against her ear, his thrusts becoming much faster now. Brittney could tell her was getting into it and knew it wouldn’t be long before she got what she and Bryce both wanted: Thom’s cum dripping out of her sweet little pussy.

“That’s it, baby!” she cried, cradling his head against her soft chest as he pumped harder and faster into her. “Fuck me!”

Thom’s hips bucked feverishly against her own as she began to whisper dirty little promises into his ear. She lapped her tongue along his neck as she felt his dick begin to swell inside her. He was so close now, so close giving her that yummy cum.

“That’s it, baby, give me that big fucking load! I want it nice and deep inside of me!” she cried, her own hips jumping as the wet sounds of their bodies coming together filled her ears.

“Oh, God! I’m so fucking close!” Thom snarled, thrusting wildly up inside of her, slamming her plump little ass against the wall with each pump. “I’m going to cum!”

“Fuck!” Brittney screamed, looking into his eyes as she felt the sweet warmth of his seed beginning to spill into her hot sex. “Oh, fuck! Give it to me, Thom! I need it!”

Something happened as she felt Thom’s steaming load gush up inside of her with every shudder of his cock. Her thoughts began to cloud and swirl and feel not completely her own. She could feel Bryce inside of her mind—no, it was their mind. She felt all at once as though she were Bryce and Brittney, like the line between them had not only blurred, but been erased completely.

Everything went black, the world swirling into a kaleidoscope of greys until finally it ended in a deep, impenetrable darkness.

Just as quickly as it had begun, it ended, and she opened her eyes once again. Or were they his eyes? Looking down, Brittney’s hands still sat at the end of her slender arms. She wondered for a moment why she was still a woman until it dawned on her that she still wore the amulet around her neck.

“I never mentioned my name,” she heard Thom’s voice say from what seemed like miles away.

“What?”

“I never told you my name at the bar,” he said again, the two of them half-lying, half sitting on the floor where they’d only just finished their heated fucking.

“You must have—” she started to say, but he cut her off.

“Who the fuck are you?”

She stared at him for what seemed like an hour, a knot growing in her stomach the longer she remained trapped by his gaze.

“Bryce. My name is Bryce,” she said, and somehow it felt strange, feeling as though she were both the man and the woman at the same moment. “And I came here for you.”

“Bryce? That tit from the Colonies? No, that’s not possible. There’s no full moon tonight. How could you—?”

“I went to see someone about the curse,” she interrupted, standing up and trying to gain some confidence. “I found out how it can be fixed.”

“No, there’s no cure. I’ve looked.”

“There is,” she said, her hands on her hips. “You’re my cure, Bryce. Your cum, to be precise.”

“The hell is that supposed to mean? How are you even a woman without the moon being full?”

“Magic, you asshole. I found a witch who told me that all I needed to break the curse was to fuck you while I was a woman and you were a man. She gave me this,” she said, showing Thom the amulet with a triumphant glare. “And it let me change without the moon. I’m free, and now I can be with Julie and never have to worry about this curse ever again.”

“But she won’t be with you, you idiot,” Thom said, shaking his head. “She’s a bloody lesbian. She won’t be with you without the curse you just blew away. She won’t love you if you’re not a woman, Bryce.”

The realization hit her suddenly that Thom was right. Julie would never love Bryce. At least, not in the way he wanted her to. She’d never feel the attraction to him that he always wanted her to feel unless he was a woman—like he was at that moment.

She looked down at the amulet. Her brow furrowed as the witch’s warning drifted through her thoughts once more.

You must remove the amulet before the sun rises, or you will be a woman forever.

“I won’t lose her,” she said, “because I’m going to stay like this. Bryce won’t come back from London. Only Brittney will.”

Thom quirked his eyebrow, as though unsure of how to process the entirety of what had just occurred. Eventually, he sighed and leaned back as he watched Brittney collect her things and straighten her clothes before leaving without another word to Thom. With any luck, she hoped to never see his face again.

She had called to book a return flight to America in the morning, a scrap of paper with her confirmation number in hand as she looked out at the horizon across the delta of the river Thames. Somehow it felt right as the golden spark of the rising sun rose slowly across the murky waters, shining a strand of daylight across her face and over the amulet around her neck. As the sun hit it, the necklace began to shudder before crumbling to dust and blowing away in the wind.

In a few more hours, she would be back on a flight headed home, and if everything went well, in the arms of her true love by that evening. Ironic—she’d come all this way to break a curse that was never really a curse at all, something he would have seen much sooner if he’d just listened to the woman inside his head.

Very soon, she’d return home to Julie and introduce herself. Her real self. Not just Brittney, but Bryce. She’d tell her everything and let her make the decision on if she could love her or not. But something in her heart told her that Julie could, and would.

“True love,” she murmured as the sun chased away the midnight-blue sky. “True love breaks any curse.”

And so it was that true love turned the curse of the wereslut into a blessing in disguise.

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… I reluctantly broke our kiss to search his eyes for the answers. He smiled, a curving of his lips that started on one side and eventually spread into a dazed, roguish grin. I felt a heat rise in my cheeks that rivaled that of the burning ache that had settled between my legs, a throbbing that only gained magnitude as Kane bowed slightly at the waist, scooped an arm beneath my knees, and literally swept me off my feet. My toes curled inside my sneakers. This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be.

Then Kane frowned. His smile faded. “What’s wrong?”

“N-Nothing!” I stuttered quickly. “Please don’t put me down.”

His frown deepened to create a dark well of concern between his brows. “Why would I?”

I looked away, folding my arms defensively across my bra. “I don’t know,” I said. “I mean… we’re… you know… just friends.”

Kane smirked. “If that’s what you think, then maybe I’ve been a little too subtle.”

I laughed a little. “I guess I just thought that things like this just… they don’t really happen to girls like me.”

Kane hefted me up closer to his face. His expression softened. “Well, they should.”

He carried me up the stairs. I did my best to shift my weight in ways that would make the process more comfortable for him, fretting the entire time that all one-hundred-twenty pounds of me would prove too much to hold.

If he struggled, he didn’t show it. He was so strong, so sure, and he handled me as though I weighed nothing at all. He only responded to my soft kisses on his neck with little coos and squeezes along my rear as we ascended toward his bedroom.

I had been there before, but this time felt different, more intimate, as though he were sharing his place of sanctuary with me instead of just the spot where he indulged in computer games and playing his guitar. Sunlight streamed in through his partially-open blinds, coating his bed in gilt tones as he tossed me down upon it. I sat up on my elbows, greeting him as he crawled on top of me, our lips crashing together more feverishly this time.

I moaned and opened my legs. He was between them in an instant, pressing needfully against my divide. For the first time, I felt the product of his arousal.

Wow.

He was much larger than I had ever imagined. None of the boys whose groping and prodding I had tolerated over the years had even come close to exhibiting the same ferocity of desire that Kane did. He wasn’t just hard—he was unyielding.

I could feel the heat of him radiating through his jeans, a sweltering want that worked its way between us and against my clit, forcing a desperate throb so intense I was certain he could feel it through his zipper. Perhaps he did, because the next move he made was to try to undo mine.

I raised my hips up off of his bed and tangled my fingers up through his hair, grasping it in tight fistfuls as he pulled my jeans away. I tried not to think about my thighs and how much I hated the extra bit of flesh that ran up the inside of them. I wasn’t a big girl by any means, but I had always been thicker there, with a prominent ass and wide hips that Kane now threatened to expose in full.

I focused on the sweet taste of his mouth instead, funneled into my mouth by the soft caresses of his tongue against mine. Besides—it wasn’t as if he hadn’t seen me in shorts before.

I yelped as he grabbed the precise part of my legs I had been trying to hide, kneading them in his palms as he growled against my lips: “I love this.”

I love you, I wanted to say, my anxiety turning to a rush of joy and relief. I quickly abandoned the idea in favor of a husky moan as his lips swiftly took the place of his fingers.

Each kiss jolted through me like pleasant little lightning bolts. I kicked off my shoes, shuffled my pants down off my ankles, and pressed my feet flat against his bed as he gripped my hips and pulled me closer to his head. My body danced at every superheated touch of his mouth, his kisses searing into my skin like red-hot brands that defined me as his.

Some small part of me told me I should stop. It was the part of me that knew this would change everything between us, that what we had would never be the same. If this went bad, we might never be friends again.

What we were doing was taking a risk—a big one. Would it be worth it?

Looking into my Kane’s burnt jade eyes, I decided that yes. Yes, it would.

He breathed over the wet patch darkening my panties and I arched, releasing a kittenish whine that made him smirk. His eyes met mine above the crest of my mound.

“I’ve been waiting a long time to do this,” he said, the vibrations of his words teasing at my slit. Then he bit into the damp fabric and tugged, pulling my poppy-colored underwear away from my pussy and bringing crystalline strands of my lust with it.

Kane dragged them past my toes. His eyes lingered on my glistening cunt, smeared with the evidence of what his deliciously torturous ministrations had done to me; evidence so plentiful that it had spread to the crevice between my hips and my thighs. He bit his lip.

“Goddamn, you’re wet.”

I nodded, breathless. “Is that bad?”

His expression tightened, brows furrowing. “You’ve never…?”

I shook my head. What does it matter? I wanted to say. Just touch me again!

But Kane hesitated, his sexy smugness momentarily fading. “Are you sure that you want me to be the one?”

I thought it would be a difficult decision. I had always been told that it would be—that I might waver and worry myself with the answer, when the time came.

Yet I found that there was no doubt in my mind. I wanted Kane. I always had. I’d be damned if I wasn’t going to have him, now that the opportunity arose.

I nodded emphatically. “Yes,” I whispered. Then added: “Why wouldn’t I?”

Kane licked his lips. He pulled himself back up toward my body.

“Because…” He paused, then took my hand and placed it against his chest. I watched his green eyes slowly change. They were definitely hazel now. And then they were turned amber-gold, the color of raw honey oozing out of a hive.

“Kane?” I whispered.

“Because of this,” he said. His voice sounded so much lower now, rasping in his throat. Under my palm, a patch of dark fur began to grow and his muscles rippled and hummed.

I stared in shock and pulled away like I had been burned. I trembled. “Kane, what…”

“You won’t believe me,” he said, and I saw a glint of his sharp teeth. Too sharp. “But I’m different from other guys.”

“Different… how?” I whispered.

Kane wet his lips before answering. “Cara… I’m a werebear.”

I probably should have screamed. I should have asked a million questions or taken off running in the other direction. Hell, if I really wanted to play it safe, I should’ve just jumped out the window.

But I didn’t do any of those things, because when I looked into Kane’s eyes, no matter their color, they were exactly the same. It was still him.

“That doesn’t matter to me,” I said. “You’re my best friend in the whole world. Nothing could ever change that. Not even…” I hesitated. “Not even if you’re a… a…”

His shoulders slumped. “A monster?”

“No,” I said, quickly and firmly. I looked deep into his eyes. “A beautiful, powerful, magnificent animal. If that’s a part of you, then…” I swallowed hard. “Then I love that part, too.”

Kane smirked faintly. His eyes glowed.

“Good,” he murmured, linking his arms up underneath my legs. He dipped a hand down and spread my bare, drenched lips. “Because I’ve been dying for a taste.”

Then he dove his tongue into my cleft, stroking it along my aching clit and coaxing it out from its soft pink hood. …

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