Al was standing in front of the window with his back to the door, one hand on the window sill. He was breathing heavily and panting. Something about the movement of his lower body told Wendy what he was doing. She blushed suddenly and decided to quietly close the door again. She leaned against the wall next to the door, breathing heavily.
What am I actually doing here? Wendy asked herself, stunned. I didn't know that beastmen could also masturbate...
She went back to the sofa with unsteady steps. As she settled onto it, a thought crossed her mind: Would it even be possible, with a beastman... Wendy shook her head to get rid of the thought. It was just unnatural... She shouldn't have had that thought... But how could she remain unaffected by this sight? She spread her legs and slipped her hand down her pants, shocked at how wet she was down there.
How can I?! Wendy thought to herself, but she couldn't help it. There was a tingling in her abdomen that she couldn't stop herself otherwise, so she began to touch herself.
Al had heard the door being closed and looked at the door, startled. He knew she had seen him. He slammed his hand on the window sill.
Damn that full moon! He escapes in his mind. He stepped away from the window and sat on the edge of his bed, which was a simple straw mattress. He sighed deeply until an odor reached his nostrils. His head jerked toward the door. He tried to resist the urge to see what was up with Wendy. It was definitely her scent mixed with something else. But all his resistance was useless, his instincts were stronger when he got up and walked to the door. He heard her gasp as he opened the door. When he saw Wendy sitting there on the sofa touching herself, there was no stopping him. He rushed towards her and braced himself with both hands on the armrests of the sofa. When Wendy felt the slight movement of the sofa and heard Al's breathing, her eyes widened. She saw that wild desire in his eyes and cowered in shock.
"No, please..." she begged.
"It's too late. Now you really get to know what we're like!" Al said in a menacing undertone, grabbing her legs which she kept pressed together.
Wendy was terrified: "No..."
Al growled and pushed her legs apart. He leaned forward and ran his tongue down her throat. Wendy narrowed her eyes and trembled all over.
"Stop shaking like that. I have no intention of hurting you." Al growled.
Wendy stared at the white lion with big eyes, "Really?"
Al looked down at her and smiled. The first time she saw him smile. That flipped a switch for her. Suddenly she wasn't afraid anymore. She reached up to run her hand in fascination through his white mane, which grew to his chest. Her hand slid higher up to his face. She felt the soft fur and smiled at him.
"Such a naughty kitty." She said quietly.
Al picked Wendy up and carried her over to the bedroom. He laid her gently on his bed.
"What's that supposed to be?" Wendy asked.
"It's a lot more comfortable here than on the sofa," Al said.
He leaned over her and buried his face in her brown hair. He inhaled her scent, "I'm addicted to your smell." He said.
"That explains a lot." Wendy said. Al began to pull Wendy's shirt off. She let it happen without resistance and then he pushed up her bra. Al's hands wandered from her neck to her breasts. Her breath quickened as he cupped her breasts. She held her breath as he lowered his head onto her chest. His soft mane had a relaxing effect on her. Then she felt his tongue playing around her nipples. Wendy groaned, causing Al's instincts to rekindle. His hands went lower and he began pulling off her pants and panties. Then he pushed her legs apart, which she now let happen without resistance. He placed himself between them and then his tongue slid into her cave. Wendy reared up with a loud groan as his slightly rough tongue grazed her clit.
Wendy clawed at his mane, "Ah... Al..." she gasped.
Al looked up and saw Wendy's face flushed with excitement. This sight was the final push, so he undid his pants and let his phallus, which was also a bit rough and covered in white fur, dock with her cave. Though it was the first time he'd given in to his urges, he made sure to be careful.
He groped for the right spot but didn't dare ask Wendy for help or even admit that this was his first time. But Wendy felt it and helped a little. She placed her grotto so that he hit the right spot and said, "Now."
Al shifted his hips and entered her. She could feel its rough surface but it wasn't uncomfortable. Al moved back and forth automatically, faster and faster. Wendy clutched the pillow and Al felt the animal inside him awaken with every thrust. In order not to frighten Wendy, he slipped out of her and turned her over. She was now kneeling on all fours in front of him as he entered from behind. Wendy moaned more and more loudly. Al thrust faster and harder. Wendy didn't seem to mind, she continued to moan in pleasure and he let his urges run free until he slid out of her with a growl and his cum spilled down her back. Wendy lay on her stomach, breathing heavily, and Al stared in disbelief at the scene that presented itself to him. He really had done it to her... When Wendy's breathing had settled, she looked over her shoulder at him.
"How could I..." mumbled Al.
"Why? Nothing happened." Wendy said.
Al grabbed a towel and wiped the sperm off Wendy's back.
"Am I so disgusting that you regret it now?" Wendy asked.
"Aren't you?" Al asked.
"No, why? It was very nice."
Al growled as Wendy turned to face him and he grabbed her roughly by both shoulders.
"Because that's unnatural! Look at me! I'm neither human nor animal. I'm an abomination!"
Wendy raised her hand and stroked his face: "Well, I see no abomination in you. I see an extremely fascinating being that I would like to get to know better."
After those words from her and that gesture, Al felt something he hadn't felt in a long time. Tears ran down his face. Wendy stared at him, "Hey, everything's fine."
She wiped the tears from his face and, touched by the gesture, Al dropped his forehead onto her shoulder and let his tears flow freely.
Wendy never expected to see such emotion from him. But as lonely as his life has been, I'm sure he's relieved now to be able to share his feelings with someone, even though she was human. Wendy stroked his mane, which had a calming effect on Al. He took a deep breath as he raised his head again. He saw Wendy smiling at him. "Hard shell, soft core, huh, Al?" Wendy asked.
"Alkatrash," Al replied.
"What?" Wendy asked, looking at him confused.
"My full name is Alkatrash."
"Oh, well then, nice to meet you, Alkatrash," Wendy said, holding out her hand in greeting. Alkatrash grabbed her hand and tugged it, crashing it into his chest.
"Nice too, Wendy," he said, slowly sinking back onto the bed. Wendy snuggled into his fluffy chest and fell asleep.