How I Turned Him Into My Sex Slave

The cabin sat deep in the black woods where the trees grow so thick the sun never really reaches the ground. I built it myself years ago after I first learned what I was. Alex. Non binary. No limits. And I fucking love to fuck.

Most nights I stay in my usual form, but when the hunger hits I let the change take me. Bones stretch. Muscle piles on. Fur erupts across my skin in thick orange and white waves. My cock thickens into a heavy, veiny monster that hangs between my thighs like a weapon. I become the big huge hot horny wolf that owns these woods.

Tonight the hunger was loud. I padded out under the moon and found him on the trail, some soft city boy with wide eyes and soft hands. He looked so small. So pathetic. Perfect.

I stayed half shifted, still mostly human shaped but with the ears and the eyes and the scent that makes weak boys follow without thinking. I called to him soft, told him the cabin had a fire and food and a place to rest. He followed me like a lost puppy. They always do.

The Cabin Belongs to the Wolf Now

Inside the door locked behind us. The fire cracked and threw long shadows across the wooden walls. I let the full change roll through me in front of him. He watched my body swell, my chest broaden, my cock rise and thicken until it slapped heavy against my belly. His mouth fell open.

I grabbed him by the scruff of his soft shirt and shoved him down onto the old mattress. My claws tore the clothes off him easy. He was already half hard from the scent alone. I pressed my muzzle to his throat and breathed the change into him.

His body arched. Bones popped. White and grey fur raced over his skin. His cock jumped and thickened but stayed smaller than mine, the way it should. In minutes the soft boy was gone. In his place was a trembling young wolf with wide eyes and a leaking tip, staring up at the massive cock I dropped onto his chest.

I climbed over him, pinned his shoulders with my big paws, and let that thick red shaft rest against his muzzle. “Open,” I growled. He did. I pushed in slow, watching those lips stretch around the head, then the thick middle, until his throat bulged. The wet sounds filled the cabin. I fucked his face with long deep strokes, balls resting heavy against his chin every time I bottomed out.

When I finally pulled free his tongue hung out and strings of spit connected us. I flipped him onto his back, shoved his legs up, and lined that fat cock against his new hole. One hard thrust and I sank in to the knot. He howled. I kept going, pounding him into the mattress while the cabin creaked around us. Every time I slammed home I felt the change settle deeper into him. He was mine now. A proper wolf bitch made to take this cock whenever I wanted.

I knotted him hard and stayed locked while I pumped load after load into his guts. Outside the wind howled through the trees. Inside there was only the wet slap of my hips and the broken little whimpers of the boy who used to be human.

When the knot finally shrank I pulled free and let him curl up against my chest, still leaking, still shaking, already sniffing at my cock again like he needed another taste. That is how it always goes in this cabin. I lure them. I change them. I fill them. And they leave as something better, something that will come running the next time the hunger hits me.

I am Alex. I am the wolf. And these woods belong to me.