Full moons are nights where Wilbur would be even more vigilant and aware. Full moons give rise to a lot of supernatural occurrences which only means that Wilbur will be working harder to keep people safe.
Club Rendezvous basks under the brilliant silver light of the full moon. An almost ethereal aura radiates from the club due to the glow of the neon lights. Every night is packed with patrons wanting to go into the club for a fun time.
Wilbur has already scanned the floors for any suspicious people at least a few dozen times since his arrival. So far, he has found no one that matches the description of a Lucius nor do any of the people of the night look like they match any other descriptors from witness reports. Perhaps tonight has been like the previous few where his investigating comes out fruitless.
Breaking the rhythm of the music are loud shouts near the bar area. Wilbur quickly snakes his way over to hear several patrons yelling, “Aiden! Aiden, what’s wrong?”
“Is he okay?”
“Is he having a seizure?”
Wilbur gets closer and sees a crowd of people stepping away from a man thrashing his body about. Aiden, the man everyone is seemingly worried about, is a tall man with long brown hair dressed in casual clothing that gives him lots of freedom of movement. His limbs thrash about, swinging at the shot glasses along the bar and making them shatter. His wild movements flail about as he hits anyone that gets too close to him. A barrier of space between Aiden and the crowd has been formed, eyes watch in horror at the odd movements Aiden is making. Aiden’s body convulses with an intensity that sends shockwaves through the crowded club.
“What’s going on?” people whisper in the crowd.
Wilbur watches carefully, ready to intervene at any moment in which Aiden might do harm to someone. As he watches Aiden’s odd convulsing movements, he does notice that hanging around Aiden’s neck is a glamor pendant. Narrowing his eyes, Wilbur is afraid that with the full moon this could be a telltale sign of Aiden being some sort of supernatural creature. Looking even more carefully, he can see that Aiden’s once charming face is starting to contort into something a bit more feral.
Aiden screams at the top of his lungs, “Get out of my fucking way!”"
Rushing into the crowd, Aiden tackles and pushes people away without abandon. Any security coming to see what is happening is swatted away. Wilbur stands in front of a shorter woman in an attempt to protect her from Aiden as he tries to trample through the crowd. Aiden’s flailing arms slam against Wilbur with an inhuman strength that does make the detective wince in pain as he shields the woman.
The woman looks up with fear in her eyes and says, “Th-thank you!”
Wilbur smiles, trying his best to reassure the woman in front of him. “You’re most welcome, please stay safe.”
The screams echo louder as several people yell, “Tank! Are you okay?”
Wilbur looks over to see a tall muscular man protecting some of the patrons. Tank nods, reassuring the people behind him.
Wilbur scrambles through the screaming crowd that’s left in Aiden’s wake. Wilbur follows Aiden as he stumbles up the stairs and tries to find some area in the club to hide in. However, with how big and populated the club is, finding an empty spot is nearly impossible.
Aiden slams through a door, frightening two men that were actively engaged in sex. Wilbur arrives at the door, seeing the men cower in the corner as Aiden slams his arms against the fortified windows.
“Get out!” Wilbur yells at the men who are too stunned to know what to do. The man quickly grab their clothes and rush past Wilbur. Wilbur closes the door and tries to talk to Aiden during his fit of rage. “Aiden can you hear me?”
Aiden whips his head around and roars toward Wilbur. His eyes have become dilated with a dangerous glint of something primal. His muscles ripple from under his skin, making them undulate with an odd movement as if he’s expanding. It even sounds like his bones are cracking and shifting with every passing second. His muscles are elongating and his whole form has become odd.
Although Aiden still retains a human form, Wilbur understands that these antics are akin to someone transforming into a werewolf. The deformed appearance of Aiden is largely in due to the fact that a glamor pendant still hangs around Aiden’s neck.
Wilbur tries to approach Aiden slowly, speaking in a calm tone to not aggravate the werewolf in front of him. However, before Wilbur could get a word out Aiden swings his big and elongated arms at Wilbur. Wilbur dodges the onslaught of sharp claw attacks toward him to the best of his capabilities, utilizing what he can in the room to take the brunt of the damage. Wilbur’s clothes get shredded from the sharp claws, some blood drawn from his chest and thighs.
Wilbur’s back presses against the window as he holds Aiden’s sharpened fangs away from him, his muscles bulging from the contest of strength between man and monster. Aiden pounces at Wilbur, Aiden’s speed is so blindingly fast that Wilbur is unable to dodge. The force of Aiden’s pouncing breaks Wilbur through the window and the fortifications. Wilbur grapples onto Aiden, getting a hold of the glamor pendant right before they crash into the alley below.
Wilbur regains his senses after half landing on Aiden and half landing on a pile of cardboard boxes. The glamor pendant has snapped off of Aiden’s neck and Aiden’s full werewolf form can be seen under the moonlight. Aiden’s dark brown fur completely covers his strong inhuman musculature. Aiden stands up, seemingly unaffected by the fall, bathing in the silver light. His howl echoes loudly toward the sky.
The narrow space of the alley will make it hard for Wilbur to fight Aiden, but he’s never turned down a challenge even when the odds are horribly not in his favor. Wilbur quickly reaches for the discreet combat knife he has strapped behind his right leg, brandishing its silver sharpness. Aiden growls, his sharp eyes watching Wilbur carefully.
Aiden was the first to attack again, pouncing toward Wilbur. Wilbur slashes his combat knife and dodges, understanding that the best course of action is evasive measures until he can find a moment to potentially flee or lead Aiden away from the club. Aiden crashes into the pile of cardboard boxes, but continues lunging at Wilbur without missing a beat.
Surprising Wilbur is the sound of a nearby door opening. A tall man steps into the alley, his large muscles barely being contained in the tight short-sleeve shirt that’s barely buttoned up beyond his navel. Wilbur recognizes this man as Tank, who had also been hit by Aiden inside the club. A set of three cuts run down Tank’s left pecs, the blood running down a bit. His glasses bounce off the moonlight, obscuring his eyes of shock.
Wilbur’s protectiveness immediately kicks in as he says, “Get back inside!”
“Looks like you need help!” Tank says. Instead of listening to Wilbur, Tank jumps into action. Tank’s massive size slams into Aiden. The impact almost knocks the wind out of Aiden.
While Tank pins down Aiden’s legs, Wilbur quickly mounts on top of Aiden’s heaving chest, using his knees to pin down the werewolf’s arms. The pure muscle and strength between Wilbur and Tank are able to keep Aiden from moving. Aiden snaps his jaws up toward Wilbur, drooling extensively and barking at the air.
Despite the circumstance, Wilbur can’t help but feel that thrill and adrenaline coursing his veins. The dance with danger and death certainly has its effects on the good detective. The adrenaline is rushing not just to the detective’s head, but to his growing erection that’s fighting to break free from his shredded pants.
The adrenaline rushing to his head forces out the next words out of the detective’s lips, “If you want something to chew on, chew on this!”
Tank raises a brow in confusion, he peeks over Wilbur’s shoulder to see the detective unzipping his pants to spring out his hardening cock. Tank is a little taken aback by the turn in events, his gaze lingering for a moment before remembering he’s on top of a werewolf. He watches Wilbur’s bold act, a low growl escaping the detective’s lips as he pulls his erection free from his now-torn pants, presenting it bravely to the snarling beast.
Wilbur is dancing with danger as he holds his cock in front of Aiden’s eyes. He could sense Tank’s gaze, but he didn’t care during this heat of the moment. Before Aiden could snap his fangs at Wilbur, Wilbur instead uses the big heft of his cock to smack Aiden’s snout. This sudden act makes Aiden’s face recoil a bit and whimper. Wilbur continues slapping his heavy cock against Aiden, making the werewolf more and more bashful with each hit. The sense of power surges through him, enhanced by the adrenaline flowing throughout his body.
Wilbur can tell that Aiden is slowly losing the feral drive, his growls becoming increasingly weaker. Aiden’s eyes are fixated on Wilbur’s cock, almost like a hypnotizing pendulum that’s leaking precum. Once he sees the perfect opportunity, Wilbur shoves his massive cock into Aiden’s mouth. Aiden’s long tongue curls around Wilbur’s cock, and his sharp teeth lightly press down on Wilbur’s shaft.
Wilbur repeatedly slaps the side of Aiden’s face, saying, “Listen up, if you bite my dick, this knife is going straight through your chest. Got it?”
Aiden whimpers and nods. Wilbur pushes his cock further and further into Aiden’s snout, feeling the hotness of the werewolf’s mouth.
Not one to be shy from a public display, Tank is also getting oddly aroused by the sight of Wilbur’s assertions over the werewolf. His own cock is straining against his tight pants as he debates whether or not if he wants to join in. He can feel Aiden’s fight to be released has gone away.
“Damn…let me get in on this,” Tank says, unable to contain himself.
Wilbur looks back at Tank with a big grin and nods. Tank stands up to unzip his pants and kneels down to slap his monstrous cock against Aiden’s cheek. Aiden’s eyes look at Tank’s cock with a hungry lust that is wanting to be satiated. Wilbur admires Tank’s cock as well, noticing how it holds similarly to his own.
Aiden starts to growl again, but not in anger like before. It was more of a purring sound, as if he was enjoying the sights before him as well as the cock in his mouth. Tank notices and starts to stroke his cock in front of Aiden, teasing the werewolf.
The atmosphere of the alley is now charged with an arousing excitement. Tank’s cock twitches as Aiden’s eyes lock onto it. Wilbur can sense the tension building up around them and decides to take things a step further. He pulls his cock out of Aiden’s mouth and pushes the werewolf’s head toward Tank’s cock.
“Be a good boy and suck his cock,” Wilbur says, exchanging a smirk with Tank.
Without hesitation, Aiden opens his mouth to accept Tank’s large cock. The sensation of Tank’s thick cockhead sliding into Aiden’s mouth sends shivers down the werewolf’s spine. Tank lets out low moans as he pushes his cock in even deeper, feeling the hotness enveloping his shaft. Tank’s hand grips the back of Aiden’s head, guiding him deeper onto his thick member.
“Yeah, suck that big cock!” Tank says with a big smile. His guiding motions get rougher and faster, making Aiden gag and choke a bit as Tank tries to plunge is cock even deeper into Aiden’s mouth.
The excitement radiates around both Wilbur and Tank. Wilbur moves off of Aiden noticing that the werewolf is no longer fighting to resist and is fully enveloped in the hedonistic act. Wilbur flips Aiden onto all-fours. Out of pure excitement, Wilbur pulls on Aiden’s tail, making the werewolf howl loudly. To silence the howls, Wilbur grabs the sides of Aiden’s head and slams his cock deep into Aiden’s throat. Aiden’s muffling moans briefly escape out of the edges of his lips while Wilbur continues teasing by pulling his tail more and slapping the large furry muscle ass.
“Let’s stuff this good boy,” Wilbur suggests, giving a devious grin to Tank.
Tank returns the smile. Tank slides his body under Aiden, lining his cock up with Aiden’s hole. Tank thrusts his hips up, penetrating Aiden’s tightness with his slobbered cock. Wilbur admires the sight of Tank’s huge cock inside Aiden’s tight hole. Wilbur probes his cock against Aiden’s hole and rubbing against the underside of Tank’s cock. With one good push, Wilbur manages to slide his cock into Aiden, filling up the werewolf’s hole and stretching it out. Wilbur and Tank both moan in unison when they feel their cocks rubbing against each other, their sensitive cockheads grinding against one another.
Wilbur starts thrusting, a steady pace at first before going harder and faster. His strong hands grip at Aiden’s tail, making the werewolf howl up toward the moon. His free hand smacks against Aiden’s jiggling ass, taming the beast before him.
Tank thrusts up in a similar rhythm as Wilbur, their cocks grinding against each other as they thrust in a synchronous pattern. When Wilbur pulls his cock back, Tank thrusts in. When Tank pulls his cock back, Wilbur thrusts in. Their synchronization heightens the pleasure between the three. Tank’s and Wilbur’s cocks slap against each other, their vigorous thrusts getting harder and faster with each passing moment.
The air is thick with lust, Wilbur and Tank are in a frenzy. They pound into Aiden relentlessly, their own animalistic lust taking over. Aiden’s howls fill the air, punctuated by the slapping sounds of flesh against flesh. Aiden’s face contorts in pleasure and pain, the scent of the musky masculine air wafts throughout the alley. The two men are fucking him without mercy. Tank’s cock pistons in and out while Wilbur’s hips snap back and forth. This strong unison is electric, frenzied even.
Their bodies drip with sweat, the grunts and moans fill the air like a symphony of sex.
Wilbur, in a moment of obsession, lets out a primal growl and tugs at Aiden’s tail even harder. Aiden arches his back, letting out a wail of painful pleasure. Tank grips Aiden’s hips tightly, making it easier for him to thrust.
Wilbur and Tank’s cocks twitch and throb a bit, their orgasms are building up more and more. Wilbur watches himself slide in and out of Aiden, his cock gliding against Tank’s, creating a hypnotic sight. The pleasure is intense and the climax is nearing.
Wilbur and Tank increase their pace, their bodies moving in sync, their cocks sliding against one another. They pulse their hips inside Aiden, their rhythm growing more erratic. Wilbur lets out a guttural roar, his hips bucking uncontrollably as his cum erupts out of his throbbing cock. Aiden’s eyes roll back in his head as he can feel the warmth of Wilbur’s release coating his insides.
Tank’s orgasm is triggered as soon as he can feel Wilbur’s hot seed wrapping around his cock. He thrusts his cock in deep and holds himself there, releasing his thick cum into Aiden, mixing his fluids with Wilbur’s.
Slowly, Wilbur and Tank pull their cocks out of Aiden’s hole. The mixture of their cum oozes out of Aiden’s hole and mattes his fur. Wilbur tugs on Aiden’s head and gets the werewolf on his knees. Tank stands up next to Wilbur and the two present their cocks to the werewolf.
“Clean us up like a good boy,” Wilbur commands.
“Good boy wants a reward right?” Tank adds.
With a delighted whimper, Aiden takes both cocks into his mouth, tasting the salty-sweet mixture of hot cum on both of their cocks. The residue of their seed being a tantalizing taste on his tongue. As he cleans up the massive cocks before him, Aiden’s form gradually shifts back into his human form.
“Who would’ve thought fucking a werewolf would get them back to normal,” Tank comments, a bit shocked.
Wilbur responds, “Once you show your power over a werewolf, that animal instinct tends to bend to your will.”
The door to the alley flies open and a blonde-haired man steps out. Firstly calling out, “Tank?” The man then notices Tank and Wilbur with their cocks out and a cock drunk Aiden dazily sucking their cocks. The man smiles and shakes his head, “Seriously? I thought you were cleaning up, not getting your fucking dick sucked man. You’re still bleeding a little! Let’s get you cleaned up.”
“Haha! Sorry to make you worry Chase!” Tank says with a large grin.
Wilbur leans over to Tank and says, “Thanks for your help, couldn’t have done it without you.”
Tank smiles, he pulls up his pants and pulls his cock away from Aiden who whines and whimpers. “Don’t mention it! This night was a lot more fun than I thought it was going to be. See you later!” Tank walks away after stuffing his cock back into his pants and follows Chase back into the club.
Wilbur changes focus and looks down at Aiden who is still nursing his cock. Wilbur pulls his cock away despite Aiden’s protests. Wilbur asks, “Do you know a Lucius?”
Aiden looks up with puppy dog eyes, watery and glistening. Aiden responds, “I do…he gave me that pendant after I was bitten.”
“When was that?” Wilbur asks.
“A week ago.”
“Recent then…” Wilbur mumbles. “What does Lucius look like?”
“He’s handsome, dark hair, bright eyes. He comes here a lot, that’s how I met him,” Aiden answers, “he introduced me to someone and they bit me and then I became…I became this.”
“Hey, being a werewolf isn’t all bad, but I understand if you want to get that cured. If that’s the case, you’ll need to help me track down Lucius okay"?” Wilbur asks.
“O-okay,” Aiden responds. His eyes are still fixated on Wilbur’s cock. “Sir, can I please suck your cock some more?”
Wilbur sighs and rolls his eyes a bit, but decides to oblige Aiden. He pushes Aiden back onto his cock as he finishes his thoughts. Lucius may be more than just a supplier of the pendants and someone collecting people…perhaps he’s even unleashing supernatural creatures to get more underlings.
