All Chapters of MOONLIGHT MAKES HIM CRANKY: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Chapter 31: Knotted In Bliss The Deep Woods, Outskirts Of Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... Snarls and howls filled the crisp night air as the naked bodies of both Porter Fulton and Conway Rollins clashed amid the soft glowing white light of the moon despite it not being full just yet, The whimpering young Gamma had never before been in such a strange position let alone having the cock of another young man inside him. Conway growled gripping Porter's body beneath his own his fangs sinking into the soft flesh of the younger werewolf's throat. Sensation filled the whimpering Porter in the wake of the fangs pressing into the flesh of his neck as Conway's massive cock pummeled his sodden hidden sex. Their unseemly hormone-driven act had only been intensified by the tree's pheromones and the sores that filled their collective bloodstream as Porter found himself rolled onto his back with Conway between his thighs, their bare chests pressed against one another and the

Chapter 33: A Brute's Indulgence Conway's Bedroom, Bungalow 13, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... Naked and still slick from sweat, Conway Rollins had entered the bungalow with an unconscious Porter Fulton, who had been equally naked with his body glistening from their mutual act and the slow oozing of the thick white seed from the hulking brute's multiple releases oozing down his inner thighs. There had been a look of strange determination and possessiveness on the face of the Alpha werewolf as he carried Porter into their shared living space and into his bedroom, a moan escaped Porter's pale lips as Conway placed him in the center of his messy bed and quickly parted his thighs, noting the slickness between them as his cock once more stirred while his larger body hovered over the smaller werewolf. In a swift motion, Conway had been towering above a semi-conscious Porter, their bare chests pressing against one another as he slipped an arm beneath Porter's thigh

Chapter 35: The Practice Of AvoidanceConway's Bedroom, Bungalow 13, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... Conway Rollins awoke with something of a clear head for the first time in a long time as he stretched his body to get a bit more blood flow and oxygen and rolled about in bed. The stench of sex had been thick in the air as he felt his cock rise and noted that he'd been in bed alone. There had been no sign of Owen nor any other of the girls he frequently bedded when the mood struck him and it seemed odd. He moved about the room, his thick appendage flopping against his thigh as it rapidly expanded and his excitement became more evident. He noted the somewhat familiar and yet oddly present scent of his roommate Porter Fulton had been all around his bed and thought it strange that Porter had been inside his bedroom at all. The memories of the rut had been a blur as Conway managed to exit his bedroom and make it toward the bathroom where he sought to relieve his

Chapter 37: Primordial Beasts The Deep Woods, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... Mutual howls and snarls filled the open air amid the looming trees as both Porter Fulton and Conway Rollins found themselves once more given to their unruly desire to rut amid the reach of the infamous Knotting Tree. Despite the many protests on behalf of his young mind, Porter's body had craved Conway's thick cock like nothing else as he stared into the glowing eyes of the hulking brute who had captured his lips in a demanding kiss as he forcefully jolted the younger werewolf's semi-naked body along the cold hard ground amid the fallen leaves and broken twigs that had cascaded down from the looming trees above them. Porter moaned beneath the brute given to the sensation of pleasure and pain by way of his deep bite as they continued their bestial rut in the deep woods not at all giving thought to who might have been watching nor the shift in time and the weather respectively. "

Chapter 39: A Primal PulseThe Kitchen, Bungalow 13, Timber Creek School Of Fine Arts, Wakefield, U.S.A... Porter Fulton had taken the last bite of his eggs before his plate was completely clean and looked down at the table. He could feel the hulking brute Conway's rough hands move along his bare hips and grip him tight as he found himself being bounced up and down on the massive thick cock that had been inside his heated sex as he attempted to finish off his breakfast. The sensation of lust had filled his young naked body and even his own smaller pale cock throbbed with need and became aroused as Conway's lips and teeth grazed Porter's exposed soft flesh as he took in the scent of the younger lad's body. A low growl rumbled from deep within the larger Alpha werewolf's throat as Conway began to crave more friction from the smaller body that rode his cock. Porter whimpered at the sensation of being stretched so deeply as he gripped the table with his hands, not at all noticing how