After ejaculating, your transformation sped up. Spelstorm sat back on the hard jail bed to watch as you became his new subordinate.
Your body erupted in chesnut brown hair that matched that on your head. Your hands stayed mostly human with claws and pads, but
your feet became full-fledged paws on digitgrade legs. A tail shot out above your butt, fluffy and long. You felt incredible pain as your
jaw and skull snapped and cracked, rearranging to become a snout while your ears moved to the top of your head. Your crotch felt
warm as your junk grew slightly to eight inches and was brought back into a furry sheath. As the change finished, you felt dizzy and
collapsed to the ground. Spelstorm got up and helped you to your feet.
"There, there, my mate, that wasn't so bad, was it?"
You weren't sure what had happened after the transformation, but you felt strange. You felt an unexplainable loyalty to the werewolf
teen and also an undeniable love. You nodded when he asked if you were okay and he helped you onto the bed.
"It's alright, I remember my first transformation as well. Even if it was almost 150 years ago," he chuckled. He sat beside you and put
his arm around you. "You see, when I was a child, my mother died giving birth to what would have been my younger brother. My father
remarried, but then the war started. His second wife was cruel to me and the staff. Father died in the war and she got this mansion. I
knew she would try to get rid of me, so I searched for a way to get rid of her. I found a book that showed me dark magic, and I used it
to destroy that horrible woman. But the magic was too powerful for my young body and overcame me. I was cursed to live forever as a
werewolf, and the magic also spread throughout the mansion. All of my staff was changed into monsters as well. But I have been lonely
these past 100 years. Whenever people would enter this house, I would try to befriend them. But they would always run away. That's
why I had you locked up, so that you wouldn't run away before we met. However, I've ensured our friendship by using some of the dark
magic I've learned to control. You may notice that you feel loyal too me. Soon, your old memory will be erased and you shall live only to
be my loving mate."
You couldn't believe it. All of this was impossible and unreasonable, but it was happening. You only hoped your friends could get out
before something happened to them. This was the last thought of your old mind as you slipped into the new role of mate to Spelstorm.
"Well, my love, shall we finish what we've started?"
"Yes, Master, I want you!"
"Now, now, you don't have to call me 'master', you're my mate. My name is Russel. And yours, pet?"
"Ryan," you answer quickly, suddenly eager to feel your lover inside you.
"Ryan, a lovely name. Let us mate, Ryan."
Russel stood and unbuttoned his pants, which you helped him take off. You were excited to see he wore no underwear, giving you a full
view of his massive equipment. His human cock hung out of it's furry sheath a good six inches, giving the impression of always being
erect. But this soon became reality as you bent your brown muzzle down and sniffed his crotch. He murres softly as you took in his
musky scent. His dick hardened and slid out of its sheath to its full ten inch length. It had to be as thick as a soda can.
You eagerly thrust your muzzle over the stiff shaft and began to lick all around it with your longer tongue. Russel moaned and began to
pet your head. You enjoyed the touch and began to earnestly suck on the huge meat. You matched your sucks with his pulse and as he
got more excited, your pace quickened. Finally, the long awaited orgasm arrived and Russel gripped your head, forcing his cock down
your throat where it expelled spurt after spurt of hot werewolf seed.
You swallowed ever drop and looked lovingly into your new mate's hazy eyes. He returned from his sex high and looked back at you
with the same love. He gently lifted you up and put you on your hands and knees on the bed. You began to pant lightly, eager for what
was coming.
"Are you ready, Ryan?" the white werewolf asked.
You nodded emphatically and raised your tail in preparation. Russel got on his knees on the bed behind you and positioned his cum-
slicked cock at the edge of your hole. He first licked his fingers and used them to penetrate and loosen your ass. Once you were ready,
he placed his cock head on your hole and slowly pushed in. You yelped softly as he made the first penetration. You felt every inch of
his massive shaft bury itself into your body. Then, suddenly, you felt amazing pleasure as his cock hit your prostate, sending waves of
pleasure throughout your frame. He pulled back out slowly. Then he pushed in again, a little harder. Back out, back in, back out, back
in, progressively getting harder and faster as he went. After a minute or so, he had a good pace set. Every time he entered, he hit that
sweet spot and you yiffed in pleasure.
You were lost in the bliss as Russel wrapped his arms around your body and placed his paw-hand over your slightly smaller shaft. He
began to stroke it in time with his thrusts, making the two of you moan simultaneously. It was pure ecstasy as the wolf boy thrust into
your body and pleasures your cock. It wasn't long before you felt yourself spasm and blow your load onto the bed. In your orgasm, you
clenched your ass tight around Russel's cock and he too unloaded into your rear. The two of you collapsed onto the hard bed in pure
joy, too exhausted to move for the moment.
Without a word, Russel turned your face to his and locked you in the deepest French kiss you'd ever experienced. You knew you would
love being his mate.