Chapter 4: Desired Warmth
It had become dusk.
It was Maleva's turn to be sick now.
They were both sick, but somehow, Michael's sickness appeared to have lessened a bit and was replaced by rage and sheer aggressiveness instead. With the way he treated Maleva earlier, he had mysteriously turned a lot rougher.
Maleva did try to take care of him when he was on the brink of dying, but was he going to do the same for her? Was he going to take care of her, as well?
First, Michael was bitten by this giant wolf as he was attempting to protect her. Then, he became sick. Michael clawed Maleva's backside earlier, and, now, she was the one who was dying.
Without Michael's help, Maleva still managed to make it back to the only bed in the cabin. She had to crawl her way up to the bed because of how tired she felt after what he had done to her… Including the surprise sexual intercourse (which she didn't mind, at all), and his clawing her, but she still made it work…
Barely breathing, she tried resting.
Meanwhile, Michael, or rather what was left of him, curled up in one of the corners of the cabin and couldn't stop himself from shaking.
His body was overheating.
He didn't know why.
"What's happening to me?"
It wasn't just a bad feeling… Something quite awful was happening to him, and it wasn't only his nails becoming sharper and shifting into claws.
It wasn't only his body that was changing.
It was also his mind.
Michael was progressively turning into a more aggressive and dominant young man. His body was only following suits. His claws became worse than before. They became longer. Sharper. Deadlier.
Then, it was his teeth. They turned shaper, as well. Almost as if all of his teeth were fangs now.
But there was more… As Michael's body was changing and getting twisted, he soon became hairier, as well. Before, Michael's face wasn't hairy, at all… Now he was growing a beard, and he was getting sideburns.
"I feel like my insides are burning up!" He shouted in that one corner of the cabin.
Panting… Panting… Panting…
He panted so much…
It wouldn't stop…
"Michael…? Michael…? Michael, where are you…? I need you, Michael…"
He heard her voice.
Her soft voice brought him back to reason, and finally, he could think of something other than his dire situation.
"Mal?" He called her by that shortened name. Too tired and sick to say her full name.
"Michael… Come to me… I need you, please… Come to me…" Feeling guided by her, he was drawn to her. This animalistic alteration of Michael ended up crawling from his corner of the cabin to her. He joined her in bed.
"How are you feeling?" He wished to know.
"Cold… So cold… Please, help me… Please, warm me up…"
"I can deal with that…" He confessed to her as he surrounded her thick body with his strong arms and brought her closer to his chest. He smoothly enveloped her.
He ended up warming her up in no time.
Michael's body was so warm, now that he was like a walking and talking bonfire at this point. Feeling her wondrous body against his was also more than enough to get him going. Michael was turned on in no time. His big cock ended up throbbing and hardening in less than a minute after joining Maleva in bed. Pretty quickly, his boner rubbed against her lower back. She felt it. She felt all of it.
"Is that you, Michael?"
"It's me…" He communicated with her with a deep and inhuman voice.
"Thanks for staying with me…"
"Do you want me?" This was the final frontier before he pushed the head of his cock inside of her pussy.
"I do…"
This was the last thing he needed.
Clop!
One microsecond later, the young man aggressively pushed his big cock inside of her vagina!
Her pussy lips were so wet that it was impossible for him to resist her. She was too succulent to turn down. Everything still felt so new. To the both of them, it didn't even feel like they just had sex earlier today. Both Michael and Maleva were left wanting more, even though they had already been satisfied earlier.
It was too bad that Michael didn't shoot his load inside of her pussy earlier. She would have been pregnant and this would have cemented his total dominance over her by him. But they weren't there just yet.
"Aw… Michael… Your cock…" She panted as he penetrated her.
"Maleva…"
"I want you to cum inside of my pussy this time…"
"That's what you really want?" Michael turned even harder once he heard this important piece of information.
"We've known each other since we were kids… Yet, this feels right to me… I want this… Who knows? Perhaps this is going to help me with this fever…"
"Mal. I don't think what you have is a fever."
"What do you mean?"
"I think it's something worse… Whatever it is…"
"Ahn! Oh, yes! Michael! This feels so good! Harder! Can you do me harder, please?" She begged him to go at it even stronger as he continued fucking her sideways in bed.
"I don't have a problem with that!"
"Aw! Yes! Yes! I'm coming! I'm coming! Please fill me up!"
"I will!" All of a sudden, Michael's voice turned deeper and more bestial. It was almost as if he growled at the same time as he attempted to speak.
"Aw! Ahn! I'm coming! I'm coming! You're making me come!"
"I'm filling you up!" He growled at her again.
Barely a couple of minutes after they finished, Michael pulled out of her, and Maleva drifted to sleep.
She was still sick.
Her life was still on the line.
The sickness didn't seem to go away, and this was not a fever, as Michael mentioned a bit earlier.
Yet, something that did go away after they finished fucking and that all semen was dumped into her, was Michael's current condition. Following his ejaculation, the claws became normal nails again… His wolf-like fangs decreased in size… He became less hairy… He was reverting to his normal self.
He looked like he was human again, somehow.