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A Sexy Bleach Choose-Your-Own Halloween Adventure	By : GroovyGondolas Category: Bleach > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 4320 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The only response you get is another throaty growl. Crap. RENJI THE WEREWOLF leans in close, pearly white canine teeth glinting in the moonlight. You notice he takes a good, long look at the cleavage showing out of the top of your dress before returning his eyes to yours.
“Oh God, this is one of those things where the innocent young woman is alone in the woods and a wild, untamed creature mad with lust captures her, tears through her bodice to expose her heaving bosom, and ravishes her amongst the trees.” You say to yourself, squeezing your eyes shut in anticipation of the aforementioned bodice-tearing.
“Wait, what? What the hell are you talking about?”
You pop open an eyelid to sneak a peek at the now very confused face of the half man, half wolf that has you pinned on the forest floor. “W-what? You speak?”
“Wha- You’re damn right I speak. I said: what the hell are you talking about?”
You look up into his eyes, now equally confused. “Sorry, I just thought- I mean, here I am, in the woods, here you are, werewolf, you caught me… Isn’t that what usually happens in these kinds of situations?”
RENJI THE WEREWOLF backs off of you, no longer holding you down and allowing you to sit up. “You’ve got one hell of an imagination, lady. I wasn’t chasing you down to ‘ravish’ you or eat you or anything, that’s dumb.”
Your eyes flash with anger. “Dumb? What the heck else am I supposed to think, you chasing me through the woods all naked and snarly?”
“Well first of all, I can’t help the growling. It’s part of my… condition. And second, I’m naked because I like to feel at one with nature, not that that’s any of your business. Third, I was chasing you to warn you about that super creep-o cult with the fire over there.”
“Psh,” you scoff, trying to keep your eyes off of his rippling muscles covered in deliciously lush body hair, stark black tattoos, and luxurious scarlet hair. “Like I’d be so stupid. What did you think I was going to do, just go crashing through the trees into the middle of their little campfire circle so I can get Temple-of-Doomed by their crazy leader? That is dumb.”
He crosses his arms. “Well, excuse me for trying to help,” says RENJI THE WEREWOLF, indignantly.
You let out a little huff of frustration. “Okay, well, thanks then, I guess. I’m just saying you could probably stand to work on your approach.”
“I’ll take it into consideration,” he says sarcastically, turning to leave through the trees.
“Wait!” you call after him. He turns back around, looking confused.
“What?”
You look away, shyly casting your eyes away from his naked figure. “So um, you’re definitely not going to do the whole ‘woman all alone in the dark forest gets caught by a dangerous monster who takes her and makes her a victim of his insatiable lust’ thing then?”
“No…” he says slowly, “We just went over this.”
“Oh,” you say, disappointed. “Well, do you want to?”
He fixes you with a look of pure mystification. “Hang on, are you seriously asking me if I want to participate in your trashy romance novel werewolf sex fantasy?”
“Look, if you’re not into it, forget I said anything,” you say, shrugging.
RENJI THE WEREWOLF pauses to think, red tongue idly running over his sharp fangs. “No, I’m just wondering what the hell that would even mean.”
You try to look sensual as you bite your lip and tuck a lock of hair behind your ear, attempting to subtly remove an entangled pinecone in the process. “Well, you know, I’d play the terrified victim, and you get to do the whole testosterone-fueled werewolf thing and subject me to all of your wild animal needs.”
There is definitely a glint of desire shining in his yellow eyes. “Alright,” he says, “you’ve got yourself a deal.”
“Perfect,” you respond with a winning smile. “The safe word is ‘snickers’. And, if you could, try not to rip my dress, I actually worked pretty hard on it.”
His mouth is hot against your neck and you can feel the sharp points of his teeth, clamping down hard enough to send a shiver of pain down your spine but not enough to break the skin. You let out a gasp as he tears open the laces on the back of your corset, allowing the chill night air to nip at your skin as he pushes the top of your dress around your waist. The leaves on the ground crunch and crackle as he grabs your hips with his powerful hands, preventing you from squirming away as he drags his tongue down your neck, over your collarbone, and around to circle a hardening nipple. He takes the other exposed breast and gives it a rough squeeze, making your back arch off of the ground and a moan escape from your throat.
You’re on your back, laying in the leaf litter, with his hot, naked body pressing you into the ground. Using his knee he forces your legs apart, caressing you through your dress with his powerful thigh. You can feel the hardness of his now erect cock against your belly. You wrap your hands around the hot muscle of his upper arms in an attempt to get him off of you, but underneath his warm flesh his body is like stone.
He kisses his way back up to your mouth, forcing your lips open to allow his warm, wet tongue to enter and curl against yours. Your mind otherwise occupied, you only notice his hand snaking up and under the skirt of your dress when he slips his fingers underneath the fabric of your panties, rubbing up and down along your slicked and naked flesh. You moan into his open mouth when he teases your clit with the rugged pad of his thumb, easily pushing his solid fingers inside of you. You jerk your hips up to meet each of his thrusts as you free a hand to tangle in his long crimson hair, giving it a firm tug. He snarls at the sudden sensation of pain, removing his hands from the hot, inviting wetness of your sex to pin your arms down at your sides.
In a demonstration of his raw physical strength you find yourself being lifted from the ground and forced onto your hands and knees into the waiting embrace of an old tree. You try to brace yourself against the smooth, dry bark of the branches as he navigates through the dense fabric of your skirt, hoisting it up and around your hips, leaving nothing but your panties shielding your delicate parts from his hungry view. His thick thighs press into the back of your legs as you feel the blunt head of his phallus pushing insistently against your entrance through the thin fabric.
A delectable shiver shoots up through your body as he leans in to nibble at your ear, his hands firmly clamped around you hips. “Ready?” he asks huskily, his breath ragged and face flushed.
“Yes,” you nod breathlessly. In one smooth movement he slides your panties to the side and enters you completely with one forceful, deliberate thrust. You let out a cry of shock and pleasure at the sudden sensation of him burying himself within you, gripping tightly onto the tree branches now completely supporting your weight. RENJI THE WEREWOLF remains still, moving one of his hands from your hips to stroke the goose bumped flesh of your back and ribs.
“Are you alright?” he says softly. You can hear the concern in his voice. You frantically nod your head. “Please,” you gasp, pushing back into him with your bottom. Even that small motion ignites a small flame of pleasure in your abdomen. You brace yourself against the branches as he starts to thrust himself in and out of you, each stroke causing the fabric of your underwear to rub deliciously against your sensitive clit. He moves to grip one muscular arm tightly around your waist, pressing his hot, naked chest into your back. You can feel his entire body working as his hard shaft caresses the sensitive flesh of your cunt. His tongue darts out to lap warmly against the side of your throat, his breath coming in short bursts. You hear a low growl starting to build in his chest.
As his thrusts quicken their pace he reaches his other hand around the fabric of your skirt to massage your sex through the front of your panties, complimenting the work already being done by his thick cock. Something has begun to catch deep in your lower belly, and is building with each and every one of his movements.
“Oh god,” you gasp, “I think I might-“
His response is a wordless surge of pace. Judging by the increasingly frantic movements of his hips, your partner seems to be close to finishing as well. You’re glad of his strong forearm wrapped around your waist as your legs begin to shake. Desperately you move your hand to his, tightening your grip on both his arm and the branch supporting you. A hot bloom of pleasure suddenly ignites inside of you and you feel your internal muscles spasm around his cock as you cry out your climax. The grip of his arms constricts around you in response, locking you in place as he tumbles into orgasm, letting out a primal howl of pleasure.
You wake up the next morning on the forest floor, your legs curled up inside the expansive fabric of your skirt. Ordinarily you would be freezing, but the warm body of the naked man lying next to you, cradling you protectively in his arms, does a lot against the morning chill. What’s keeping him warm is a mystery entirely. Even though the sun is shining there is a delicate layer of frost on the leaves.
You grip him close as you gently shake him awake. His gold eyes have turned a warm shade of cinnamon, his eyes and teeth have lost their wolfish points, and a cursory glance shows a dramatic (and mildly disappointing) reduction in body hair. “Wake up, it’s morning,” you say softly, “We have to get you some clothes or you’re going to freeze out here.”
He stretches and lets out a big yawn. “Good morning,” he says sleepily with a shiver. “Shit, I’m usually so good about leaving a pair of pants around when I transform. I have a blanket too, you look like you could use it.”
Wrapping his arm around you, you both start to trudge through the frost-covered leaves.
“Does this mean I’m a werewolf now?” you ask as the two of you walk further through the trees. The forest is definitely more boring and normal in the daytime.
“Well, I don’t think I bit you, did I?” he asks.
“Well, no,” you say slowly, “But there were a lot of bodily fluids being swapped around last night, if you know what I mean.”
“Does that count?” he asks. You shrug.
“I guess there’s really only one way to find out.”
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A few years later:
Well, it turns out that yes, having wild sex in the woods during a full moon with a werewolf is enough to turn you into a werewolf as well. Lycanthropy isn’t exactly picky when it comes to specific bodily fluids. Luckily after your Halloween one-night-stand it turns out you and RENJI THE WEREWOLF get along pretty well. Eventually the two of you move to a nice woodland cottage, have three little werewolf children, and spend your time terrorizing the local peasants.
THE END.
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A Sexy Bleach Choose-Your-Own Halloween Adventure