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The Half Moon Club (EvelynWillows x Collector of Rarities)

Carla wasn't particularly worried about birth control: she wasn't a particularly fertile wolf, meaning that it would take a very fertile human to successfully mate with her. So long as she stayed away from other male wolves, she didn't anticipate pregnancy to be a problem. True, Joe was related to Bruce, but he was born human, so she didn't think that he'd be genetically compatible enough with her to produce any offspring, which was perfect for her at the moment. She wanted to be fucked. She didn't want love-making anymore than Joe did: soft, tender love could come later if anything came of their relationship. Right now, she just wanted to sate her libido, which had been begging her to find a real person to fuck for years.

All it took was Joe's mouth on her neck to make her submit to him. It might not be so easy in the future, but for right now, Carla just wanted Joe to take charge and fuck her senseless. And then, if she was lucky, do so again in the shower. Or on the couch, or the kitchen counter or the floor. She wasn't particularly picky about where, but she knew that she didn't want the second time to be on the bed. It felt naughtier that way: more animal, and Carla loved getting in touch with her animal side.

Carla moaned and panted as Joe fucked her, wrapping her legs around his waist to draw him in deeper. She was loving every moment of it and she hated the fact that she had to go to work later because it meant that she couldn't spend as much time fucking Joe.
 
Joe curled himself around her and thrust wildly into her open, welcoming cunt. He felt her legs constricting around his waist, pulling him in deeper. It was good to have a strong woman to satiate his need with; he didn't worry about fucking her too hard or having her complain about bruises or scratches. As he pumped himself hard and fast, he could feel the swollen, twitching signs that she was rather close.

His hands reached up from under her arms and pulled her by the shoulders, his fingernails digging into her skin as he grunted and growled his pleasure into her kisses and her neck. When he felt his orgasm mounting he bit her neck where it curved into her shoulder and held her there as he came.

It was strange; he'd never felt this 'animistic' before, at least not without a half bottle of scotch under his belt, but with Carla if felt like they both needed a good, fast and healthy fuck to get something out of their systems.
 
Carla was beside herself with bliss as Joe came inside of her. Not only was he biting her neck, which she loved, but he also wasn't gentle with her. Too many times, Carla had wanted a rough fuck when her partner had wanted gentle lovemaking. It was fine to want that from time to time, but Carla needed something, base: something rough. She was far hardier than any woman Joe was likely to meet and would have kicked Joe's ass for thinking of her as a delicate flower.

As Joe's seed flooded Carla's womb, she let out a loud, long moan as her walls clamped around Joe and her legs held him tight as a vice, trapping him inside of her. She panted as her cunt milked him for every last drop of cum he was worth. When her orgasm finally passed, she went limp and boneless, melting into her sheets with a contented sigh. "Oh, yes," she purred, smiling up at Joe. "I'm keeping you. I can't remember the last time I had a fuck that good. You're quite the stud, stud."
 
Joe smiled through the sweat as he braced himself on his elbows above Carla. "You're keeping me, huh? I seem to be the one leaving my marks all over you." He brushed the hair out of her eyes and grinned. "That was a warm-up, though I need some water." He looked over his shoulder at the kitchen and slumped on Carla with a contented sigh.

"In a few minutes, heh." He nuzzled her and then rolled over so that they were both laying on their backs in the cool apartment air. Absently he reached over with his closest hand and tweaked her nipple. "You were a great fuck too," he said contentedly. "I think I'll let you keep me."
 
"Good," replied Carla. "Otherwise, I might have had to go cavewoman and clubbed you over the head and dragged you back here." She let out a happy sigh as Joe played with her nipple, smiling up at him as she languished on the bed beneath him. "So we're really doing this, huh?" she asked. "You and me, that is. We're going to try and make this a relationship?"

Carla was a bit nervous: she'd never really been in a long-term relationship before. She was more used to coming and going as she pleased, but she really didn't have that option anymore: Joe was her only friend at the moment, so she didn't have anyone else to drift off to. That said, the idea of a more stable relationship was nice. Carla had never really resented the life she'd lived before Victoria had stolen it from her, but stability had never been a factor in it. She was always traveling, always off on some adventure. So, stability would be an interesting experiment.

"I think I'd like some water now, stud," she murmured. "I'm a bit parched."
 
"Well," he rolled towards her and smiled as his lips brushed over hers. "I told you that I can promise I'd want to see you again, and I wouldn't freak out. But yeah, I don't see any reason not to try to make this work. Not unless you're still married, or you're some psycho axe-wielding boyfriend killer or something." His hand trailed over her body, raising goose bumps on her skin as he caressed her softly.

When she said that she wanted some water now he grinned and shoved her towards the edge of the bed. "Then go get some, and bring me back a glass too, woman." He laughed and rolled off the other side of the bed, landing lightly on his feet. Joe walked over to Carla's side of the bed. "Come on, we should either fuck again or take a shower. Or fuck in the shower. But I'm pretty sure we both have to work tonight."
 
Carla let out a yelp as Joe shoved her out of bed, which turned into a giggle. She gave Joe a playful grin and stuck her tongue out at him. "Well, it's good to know I picked a gentleman," she said as she walked over to the kitchen, swaying her hips with each step and casting a backwards glance and a smirk in Joe's direction, knowing he couldn't help but watch her sculpted ass in motion. She filled up a couple of glasses from the water/ice dispenser on her fridge, adding in a few ice cubes as well. She placed one glass on the counter for Joe and gulped down her own before refilling it and repeating the process.

"Fucking in the shower sounds nice," she said, filling up her glass a third time. "Get clean, get dirty and get clean again." She smirked at Joe from behind her glass as she took a sip. "If you've got the stamina for it."
 
Joe didn't fight the urges that came over him. When Carla swayed her hips on the way to the sink he followed her, mesmerized by lust. He stood behind her, leaning against her back and drank his water before setting it down and clamping his hands on either side of her on the counter top. His hard cock nudged the valley of her ass, resting warm and thick against the twin firm mounds of fuckability she was showing off to him.

"Mmm...We'll talk stamina later," he purred, bending his knees just enough that his cock could slide down beneath her perfectly sculpted ass and nestle in the wet heat of her pussy. His hands crept up her body and clamped on her breasts as he shoved his cock inside of her creamy tight cunt. He made a deep, sensual sound as his shaft slid in and out of her, pushing her hard against the kitchen counter. "You might have to be a little late if things keep popping up like this," he teased. "Good thing you know the owner's grandson, hm?"
 
Carla let out a contented sigh and ground her ass against Joe's cock as he pressed up against her. She loved that she could keep Joe hard, even after they'd already gone one round in bed. Carla took a lot of pride in her body, not only in the way she sculpted it through exercise, but also in the fact that she knew she was desirable. Her sigh turned into a husky purr as Joe slipped inside of her, grinning as her taunts egged him on. The forceful way in which he took her was also a plus: she liked Joe when he was dominant.

"Mmm..." she purred, grinning as she thrust back against Joe. "Certainly a plus. Think you can convince him to count this as overtime?"
 
Joe gripped Carla's hips and thrust into her hard, pushing her onto the counter with each hard shove from his legs. "Maybe if you were fucking him, but not for me," he grinned and rammed into her again and again. His hands roamed up and squeezed her breasts roughly, pulling her back down hard onto his cock. Her body was exquisite and firm, yet curvy enough to be sexy as hell to him.

He kissed her neck as they fucked harder and harder. "You mentioned naughty things earlier," he growled. "What kind of naughty things were you thinking of, lover?"
 
"I was more probing you for ideas," moaned Carla. "I was also letting you know I'm more than willing to try out whatever you're into. I want to get to know you, Joe, and the best part of that is learning what you like in bed. Or on the floor. Or wherever else you like fucking."

Carla was glad she'd given Joe a chance: he was proving to be both an interesting person and an enthusiastic lover, both of which she liked. She'd expected them to fuck on the bed or the couch the first few times while Joe felt her out, but she liked that he'd simply taken her as he pleased wherever he pleased. It took a lot of courage to be that forceful the first time with a new partner and Carla loved that Joe was willing to take those risks. Also, the way that his mouth kept finding its way back to her neck left her in a state of pure bliss, which was odd because Carla normally balked at having her neck bitten. It wasn't even because Joe was human, because she didn't usually let humans bite her neck either. There was just something about Joe that made Carla feel at ease with him, even though, instinctually, she should have been snarling at him. And Carla was okay with that: she liked that she could let her guard down around Joe.

It was entirely possible that she was being too trusting, but for now, Carla just didn't care.
 
Joe just chuckled as he fucked her from behind. Each thrust shoved her ass cheeks up, making them round and more apple-like. He fit his large hands over her breasts and used them to pull her hard against his hips. His cock was deep in her, curving enough to rub against her clit and to nudge her cervix. It was a perfect fit; a glove made just for him.

He took her hard and rough until his cock was so slick with her juices that friction was nearly gone. Once he felt her uterus shift and let her slide past it's closed end he thrust in one more time, cumming inside of her once again. The warm, sticky fluid backed over his cock, trickled out the side of her vagina, and slid down her leg like liquid pearls. "God yes!" He bent his head against her neck and groaned as every ounce of cum spurted inside of her. It nearly made his knees weak.

Once the shaft had stopped pulsing and his testicles relaxed from their high and tight position he slid himself out and then held her from behind. "Hmm...I think a shower is in order. Then my dear, it will be time to go to work."
 
Carla was in heaven. She wasn't sure if it was just because she hadn't gotten laid in about a decade or if Joe was really that good, but either way, he was fucking her so hard that she was having trouble thinking. Even if she had anything to say at the moment, it likely would have come out an unintelligible mess of grunts and moans of pleasure. She thrust back into Joe enthusiastically, allowing him to plunge deeper with every thrust of his magnificent cock and she wriggled her hips while he was inside of her, clenching her vaginal muscles to squeeze his dick for all it was worth. She let out a gasp as he came inside of her and was unable to make any further sound as she orgasmed, her eyes going wide from the pleasure. She leaned back against Joe as he held her to him, pouting a little when he said that their fun would be cut short. She liked her job, but she liked fucking Joe more.

"Aw, but I've got another round in me," she said, her voice low and sultry. "Or two. Or three." She let one of her hands trace along the inside of his thigh, sliding her fingers up his leg to gently tease his balls. She knew she'd have to go to work, but she was still very aroused and all her mind could think of was sex. She'd had self-indulgent nights before where she and a friend of choice would fuck until the sun came up, but this was different: it was like a sex-tinted haze had fallen over her mind and all she could think about was having Joe's cock inside of her again.
 
"Well, who's to say that you couldn't wear something short and sassy," he murmured in her ear, "and we can take a little break together tonight?" His hands ran down her body and flattened themselves across her pelvis. He licked her neck and then sucked on her ear lobe briefly. "Some people take a smoke break...we can take a fuck break."

He laughed and then gave her ass a smack before pulling away from her highly fuckable body. "Don't worry; we'll have another few runs in us yet today." Joe's phone rang and he checked the text before tossing it on the couch. "Come on darling. Let's explore that shower of yours. We can get dirty and clean at the same time." He walked back up to the fiery young woman and scooped her up in his embrace, kissing her deeply. "You make me want to plant myself in you all night long..." He kissed her again, "and then again in the morning until your legs fail you."
 
Carla let out a happy purr when Joe mentioned the idea of a fuck break. It sounded completely reasonable to her, although she wasn't so sure about short and sassy being appropriate attire for a security guard: it didn't really seem like it'd get her the kind of attention she needed to keep rowdy clubgoers in line.

"I think I'll stick with jeans for tonight," she said, giggling as Joe swooped her up in her arms, "but I'll tell you what: I'll be wearing only a thong underneath it. It'll be our little secret."

She leaned into Joe's kiss and returned it just as passionately, her tongue wrestling and teasing his. She stood up on the tips of her toes so that her cunt, still wet with her juices and Joe's cum, which was presently leaking out of her, rested against Joe's cock. If Carla didn't know any better, she'd say she'd gone into heat a few days ahead of schedule. Female werewolves usually ovulated a few days before the full moon and could have almost insatiable sex drives on the night of, although it varied from wolf to wolf and month to month. Carla remembered several tortuous full moons where she'd needed to allow herself to be sprayed by a skunk to both mask her arousal and curb it, then had to stew in her own juices and the unbearable stench of skunk all night. If the next full moon was going to be anything like tonight, she might just have to do that again to keep the males off of her back.

"Come on, lover," she said, tugging Joe in the direction of the bathroom. "I like the sound of getting clean and dirty at the same time."

Carla's bathroom was certainly pretty; it had polished black tiles that were almost reflective, a white stone sink with cupboards beneath it, as well as a standing shower in a clear glass box. Carla rarely had guests over, and even if she did, she wasn't the kind of person who was squeamish about being walked in on in the bathroom or even walking around naked after a shower with company over. She was proud of her body and took pleasure in others admiring her.
 
"Hmmm...you are such a cock tease," Joe purred as he felt her slick valley slide along the shaft of his still-hard cock. He hadn't been with a women in a few months, and then it was only a brief fling with a stewardess. Neither of them thought that that it was anything more than a weekend diversion, and it proved to be just that. This was the first time in a long time that he had considered having an actual 'relationship' with someone he was fucking.

He followed Carla into the bathroom and let her turn on the water. "How dirty can you get, Carla? I find it a little bit amusing that a woman who can't deep throat properly would act like she knows her way around the bedroom. Oral is, like, Sex 101, don't you think? You have some practicing to do." He smirked at her even as he pressed her body against the wall and nudged her cunt with his knee. "You've spent too much time with your dildos. I think it's time for you to toss those in the garbage and concentrate on the real thing. While we're at it we should go through your wardrobe as well; you need things that are a little more alluring. Jeans aren't easy access, and I want my woman to be accessible at all times."
 
Carla blushed a bit when Joe commented on her lack of oral skills. "I can suck cock just fine," she said, a little defensively. "I just have a strong gag reflex, so deepthroating's hard for me. It doesn't mean I won't try for you, but it'll take a bit of time."

Carla was blissfully purring as Joe rubbed at her cunt with his knee; she didn't have a problem with getting rid of her toys if Joe was to become her regular sex partner, but the mention of modifying her wardrobe caused her to come back to her senses a little. "Listen, lover," she said, "this is our first date. Now, if there's something you want me to wear for our next one, that's fine, but I need to dress a certain way for work. Even if Bruce okays it, my job is security and I need the clubbers to take me seriously. That's hard enough because I'm a woman, but if I was trying to get them in line while wearing a miniskirt and a thong, I doubt that they'd listen to me at all. You can have as much access as you want when I'm not working, babe, but I'd rather not pile on any additional challenges for my job."

A smile spread across her lips. "I like you a lot, babe, but I also like my job."

It'd be different if you were a wolf.

Carla was a little bewildered by that thought. What she liked about Joe was that he wasn't a wolf, wasn't it? There was certainly something special about him, but she really couldn't put her finger on what. Still, her thought was correct: if Joe was her alpha, she wouldn't have hesitated to change her wardrobe. It would have been instinctual, really. At some level, her instincts were telling her to obey Joe as if he were her alpha, but they weren't quite strong enough. The fact of the matter was that Joe was human, and while it was fun to let him take control in their private lives, she still had a career to think about.

That didn't mean that she hadn't considered biting him right then and there to take away that concern, but she decided against it, if only because she was fairly certain that Bruce would have killed her if she did.
 
"Really..." Joe let the water wash over them as he rubbed his body against hers. "You're worried that a uniform change will make that much difference in whether they respect you or not?" He tried not to roll his eyes at the idea. "Alright then. At work we're all business. I don't want there to be even a hint that there's anything going on between us; then if you get canned it won't be because we're fucking."

He hiked her up so that she could wrap her legs around his hips as he slid his rehardened cock back inside of her. Already his mouth was working on kissing her mouth and licking her neck as it made it's way down, down, towards her nipples. He was beginning to feel like he wanted to eat her out once they were done, but he knew that the clock was ticking, so he concentrated on just fucking her against the shower wall. Joe was driven; his libido was heightened more than usual and he didn't have any reason or explanation for it. He just felt an undeniable desire to fuck and cum.
 
Carla did her best not to glare at Joe, but her irritation showed. "Joe, you've never had to be a woman," she said, her tone a bit too serious to be sexy. "I've lead a pretty rough and tumble life, but even then, it's hard to get men to respect me. I know I'm a badass and I know that I've got an amazing body, but I only ever want my body to give people two reactions; I either want them drooling over me or thinking twice about taking a swing at me. I don't ever want anyone laughing at me because of the way I look: I worked too hard to get where I am in the shape I'm in for people not to take me seriously." Her mouth split into a grin and her voice became sultry once more. "That doesn't mean we can't take a fuck break, it just means that you'll have to put up with taking off a layer of fabric when we do. I'm not worried about getting fired for fucking you, I'm worried that I won't be able t do my job as effectively if I'm also acting as a sex symbol while doing it."

Carla loved the way Joe reacted to her; this was the kind of reaction she loved to get out of people. If she was going to be objectified, she wanted to be the most gorgeous, desirable object there was. Men liked the way that women looked: it was an undeniable fact of life. So, if men were already looking at her, she wanted them to be looking only at her. Unfortunately for Carla, though, while sex and violence were both enjoyable, they so rarely mixed when it came to aesthetics for women. If a woman wanted to look tough, she could only look tough: there were very few instances where tough and sexy collided and they rarely involved miniskirts.

Joe's attentions made it very hard to think on this, or anything else, though. Carla had heard that particularly virile male wolves could have an almost aphrodisic effect on female wolves, but she'd never heard of a normal human with this sort of ability. Perhaps is was because he had a bit of latent wolf blood in him? She loved Joe's wild passion: he was animalistic in his pursuit of her and, had they both not had work, she was certain that they'd have spent all night fucking without any need for chemical enhancement. Joe's scent and the way he needed her. And that's what it was: need. If she were to push Joe away and head for the door, she had no doubt in her mind that he'd follow her, pin her to the floor and ravage her. It was the most exhilarating feeling she'd ever experienced: none of the humans she'd ever slept with were ever this passionate. As her moans and gasps of pleasure filled the room, fantasies of her biting Joe, making him a full wolf and him taking her as his bitch flooded her mind. It was so tempting: it would just take a split second for her to shift and a moment of pain for Joe, but she dared not. She was a lone wolf dating the son of a pack leader: the trouble she could get in for a stunt like that could have turned out to be deadly. So she contented herself to fantasizing: imaging Joe chasing her through the forest in wolf form, catching her and having his way with her. In no time she was working her way towards another orgasm.
 
Joe didn't hear most of what Carla said. It was almost like she was speaking in a foreign language; all he heard was the blood pounding in his ears as their bodies crashed against each other again and again. His hands pulled her tight against him and his legs and hips pushed hard, driving his cock deep into her body to the point of nearly bruising her cervix. He groaned with the need for her, like his need to draw breath in its desperation.

Flashes of violence flitted through his mind; memories of fights and past sexual encounters tried to make themselves dominant in his thoughts, but like a drunk man he kept coming back to the present. He grinned when he felt her clenching her body and revving up for an orgasm. It was like a victory; every orgasm she had made his more potent and exhilarating. When her legs quivered around his body he slammed them both against the wall and came with a deep groan. His hands clenched her ass and pulled her up tight, his fingers digging into her perfectly muscled body. "God! Yeah!" He kissed her ear and bit her nape again before letting her legs slowly travel to the ground. "I think we got dirtier than clean there...but it was sooooo worth it."

He grumbled in his throat and kissed Carla's lips. "I gotta go. I'm supposed to get there a few hours before we open." With a smirk he rubbed his palm across her nipples. "So I'll see you later, lover."
 
Carla came for the third time that night. It wasn't a personal record, but it was close, and she figured that they could break it if she and Joe could get a night off together. Carla had excellent endurance, so it was rare that she had trouble standing after sex, but at the moment, Joe was the only thing holding her up. She was glad that she'd have a couple of hours to compose herself before work, since her legs felt like jelly and her mouth was as parched as a desert. She panted against Joe's chest, occasionally letting out little whimpers, moans and purrs of pleasure as she reminisced on the wonderful sex she'd just had.

"Well," she panted, chuckling a little as she did, "I suppose it didn't help that we went straight to the fucking, did it? You want to wash up real quick before you head out or do you think you'd be too tempted by me and we'd wind up fucking five more times, making both of us very late?"
 
He washed himself off as Carla caught her breath. "Heh, I'm about done here as far as washing off goes. Besides, you're hot, but not so hot that I'd show up late for work and risk losing my job." Joe smirked. "We can always catch up later."

He stepped out of the shower and toweled himself off, letting Carla take as much time as she needed to wash off. "Listen, if you want to play it cool at work to maintain your tough girl image then that's okay with me. It might not be so sensible to hang out too much with the guy everyone thinks Freddie's fucking, you know?"
 
Carla shook her head as the water from the shower matted down her hair against her head. "I want people to know we're a thing," she said. "I'm kind of prideful like that. Like I said, when I'm not working, I'll tart myself up however you like, but I don't want the way I dress to interfere with how I work. I don't want or need to deal with people laughing at me when I tell them to step in line. You were in the military: would you have listened to your superior officer if she showed up in a miniskirt and started barking out orders?

"But all that really means is that I don't want to dress a certain way to work: it's not a statement against you, it's just a statement about me and how I like to operate." She rose to her feet and walked over to Joe, pressing herself up against his back and wrapping her arms around him. "And part of the way I like to operate is letting everyone know that we're together. I want to flaunt it: I want every girl at that club jealous that you chose me over her and every man to be jealous that I chose you over him." A playful grin spread across her face. "I want Freddy to be glaring daggers at me when we take our break to go fuck."
 
Joe laughed. "If my superior officer had shown up in a miniskirt I'd have given anything to get under it! But fine; you deal with work the way you want to deal with it." He hung up the towel and straightened it on the bar before dressing and running a hand through his hair. "Don't worry, Carla. If the guys at the club find out that you're fucking me they'll be wondering why you're slumming, not jealous in the least." He stuck his head in the shower for one more wet, sensual kiss from Carla, his hand resting behind her head and his shoulders getting soaked.

"Just don't let the normal flirting at the Club work you up. It's part of the job description." He gave her a wink and grinned. "I'll promise to do the same."
 
Carla let out a happy purr as Joe kissed her again and pressed her chest against his, part of her hoping that he'd fuck her one more time before leaving, but she understood that they both had jobs to do. She chuckled as Joe warned her not to get jealous over his flirting; she somehow doubted that he'd ever been as passionate with a woman as he had been with her. It was strange: they seemed to hold sway over each other. Joe made Carla hornier than she'd ever felt in her life and she seemed to make him desire her almost uncontrollably. It was good that the effect they had on each other seemed to wear off after a few rounds of fucking, otherwise Carla somehow doubted that either of them would get anything done.

Carla turned off the water and quickly dried herself off, walking naked beside Joe as he went into the living room to collect his clothes. "So you're the club's face in addition to the electrician and occasional cook?" she said, a playful smile on her face. "I suppose that makes sense: Freddy's the pretty boy you use to bring in all the gay men, so you must be the one they use to bring in all of the ladies. Don't worry about me getting jealous; I'm pretty sure you aren't going to find anywhere near as good a fuck as we just had in the club. I'll see you tonight when I clock in."
 
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