**Author's Note: I've been working a lot so I haven't been writing as much but I've been getting requests to make this story into a series. I'll try and get out the next two parts soon. I'm already outlining them so hopefully you won't have to wait too long.
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Cash was sitting on his comfortable mattress watching the football game on his new big screen. Serafina had become much more generous after they started their little "stress relieving fuck" sessions as he liked to call them. He had his chain on as the moon was a quarter full. He was always more ornery closer to full moon and wearing a leash guaranteed he didn't break what nice furniture he had in his room.
Serafina also liked the leash. It added a certain kind of kink. The pop singer would get wet every time she saw him wear it. Tonight she got home after a long day at the recording studio. Her vocal chords were a bit sore. Cash heard her walking down the stairs before he saw her. He smelled her Chanel perfume and ocean shampoo as she walked into the room.
Serafina nestled her body onto Cash's lap as he attempted to keep watching the football game. She was wearing black see through lingerie, her nipples poking through the fragile material taunting Cash. Serafina ground her hot pussy against her werewolf pet's crotch making blood rush to his cock. Cash couldn't stop himself from growling in lust and frustration. His eyelids became heavy and he closed his eyes, biting his tongue so hard he thought he would bite it off.
"You don't know how dangerous this is," Cash growled.
Serafina sighed softly making Cash's balls tighten, his every muscle tensing.
"You say this every time," Serafina whispered seductively, her voice dripping with honeyed arousal and her dark eyes smoldering. Serafina reached down between them, rubbing the iron-hard bulge in his denim jeans that threatened to break the zipper. "Then you always give in..."
Serafina was a cruel temptress. Cash gripped his beer bottle so hard it began to crack. Full moon was approaching again and once again Cash found himself horny from all the testosterone flooding his system. His libido went hay wire and the scent of his mistress made his cock grow painfully hard.
Cash felt her soft olive skin rubbing against his muscles as the pop singer leaned in and began nibbling on his ear lobe. Her full breasts pressed against him and Cash wanted to bury his face in her cleavage.
Cash ran his fingers through Serafina's dark luxurious curly hair. It had the scent of the ocean in its tresses. Cash licked her swan-like neck, kissing the dark mole just below her ear. He felt her shiver in response.
He balled a fist in her hair and jerked her head back to look into her wanton obsidian eyes and trembling full lips.
"I could tear you to pieces," Cash growled low.
Serafina licked her full lips and Cash wanted to devour those lips.
"You say that every time too," Serafina mused.
Serafina took Cash's other hand and placed it on her womanhood. She wasn't wearing panties. He always tore them off and they were expensive so Serafina just stopped wearing them after a while.
Cash felt Serafina's shaven pussy so wet, smooth, hot like molten velvet. Cash smelled her arousal sweet like vanilla with a hint of spice. His mouth watered with the desire to taste her. With a voracious growl Cash pulled Serafina down smothering her passionate moans with his rough tongue invading her mouth that opened for him willingly.
Cash picked Serafina up, his chain clinking as he moved with lethal grace pushing his mistress down on his soft mattress. The football announcers cheered as their team made a touch down. The crowd was ecstatic as Cash tore down Serafina's lingerie to reveal her full breasts, her diamond hard nipples greeting him like ripe cherries that wanted to be plucked.
Serafina groaned ecstatically as Cash nibbled on her nipples. She could feel the bulge of his erection throbbing against her thigh. She wanted it inside her. She wanted him to plunge into her tight hot depths and make her scream to the sky light that rained silver beams of the quarter moon on them; washing them in a lunar glow infecting them with madness.
Serafina bit into Cash's marble hard shoulder so hard he took notice. She slapped him hard across the face. Cash knew what she really wanted. The first time she slapped him like that he was dumbfounded but now the signal was clear. Cash roughly turned Serafina over onto her stomach, spreading her shapely legs then practically tearing off the zipper of his denim jeans releasing his throbbing erection her teased her asshole.
Serafina's asshole puckered. She trembled with excitement as she felt the head of Cash's maleness pushing into her tight forbidden hole. Cash licked his hand then stroked his cock, lubing it up for it's new adventure. Serafina gripped the sheets, her mouth agape with small screams of pleasure trickling out as Cash pushed his massive member into her puckering asshole.
Cash was rough but gentle not wanting Serafina to bleed like the first time he invaded her back door. The werewolf bit into her shoulder but not hard enough to break the skin, never that hard. Cash could pummel Serafina's pussy as hard as he liked, be as rough as he wanted but there was always that line he couldn't cross.
The temptation to bite her and rip her apart was always present in his mind. But Cash always stopped himself. Turning his mistress was not a smart idea. If he turned Serafina then he would be put down and she would put down as well or worse made into a pet for some celebrity or politician. He wasn't so cruel as to punish anyone to such a fate.
"Oh God...," Serafina moaned. "Oh fuck yes!"
Serafina's body shook with the force of pleasure. She whispered his name making Cash's inner wolf growl with wicked delight. Being a pet wasn't all that bad...
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"The Next Morning"
"Just to let you know I'm taking Cash on tour with me," Serafina sipped her cocktail casually as if she had just said she was doing the laundry. The restaurant seemed to go quiet though as her producer stared at her processing what she had just said.
"Why?" Clayton frowned in puzzlement. "He's not like a Hilton dog you can carry around in your Gucci purse."
"I doubt I would have a purse big enough," Serafina chuckled. "I want to bring him."
"Taking a werewolf on tour? What about every full moon? It's so much more expensive!"
"We'll take him on walks then," Serafina shrugged. "Just make sure the parks are clear. And the money we'll make will make up for any extra expenses."
