Harun the Werewolf

I'm afraid Harun hasn't appeared much lately. He used to be a fan favorite, but I feel he's been forgotten over the years with so many werewolves added to the roster. But hopefully this will refuel some fan interest.

Female Reader x Male Monster

Originally Posted: October 29th, 2017

Several years ago you had moved to a new town in order to help take care of your grandmother. Not long after you started noticing strange things about the peaceful little community. It wasn’t exactly something that you could put your finger on at first. In fact, it wasn’t until dead animals started appearing on your neighbor’s lawn that you had any evidence to your claims.

Your grandmother reassured you that what was going on at the neighbor’s house was normal. It was nothing to get flustered about. But when a giant dead, bear was slumped over right outside your bathroom window, it didn’t feel normal at all.

Your grandmother finally explained to you that the dead animals were a courtship ritual in the town for the werewolves who protected it. It was like a light was suddenly shined into your eyes. Suddenly, things around the town started making sense. More than that though, you started seeing everyone in the town in a new light. Even people you would never think twice about, like the super nice butcher or the extremely beautiful guy who owned the ice cream parlor. There were people around the town that held a glint in their eyes. A secret they kept from people like you. You finally felt like something exciting was happening in your life.

It wasn’t too long after that you became the center of a courtship ritual. Your grandmother was over the moon about it. You felt a bit strange to receive such a gift. Dead animals had never been your favorite thing in the world. But every day the butcher, Adam, would come and with a friend or two pick up the dead animal and later you would receive slabs of neatly packaged meat. Your grandmother went into hyperdrive cooking every time a newer, bigger animal appeared.

After a few weeks of this, you finally met your suitor. He was a massive grey creature. He bore a scar on the left side of his face and he was blind in one eye. He towered above you then lowered down, whimpering like a puppy as he nuzzled to your stomach and chest. He scented you, rubbing his cheeks over every inch of you. His long, black tongue lapped at your face and then he went away. This happened a few more times before the end of the ritual. You accepted, not exactly knowing who he was. All you knew was that you were pulled to him. You felt like a magnet when he was nearby.

The end of the ritual happened when he took you into the woods and fucked you hard over a stone. It wasn’t the storybook romance you had been promised as a girl. But it was the best, earth moving, bone-rattling, sex you’d ever had. The next morning you woke up wrapped in the arms of someone you knew. It was one of the butcher’s employees. You had also seen him through the window of the Martial Arts studio teaching a group of bubbly kids the basics of karate. He had soft, gray hair peppered with black. The left side of his face still bore faint scars. You’ve been together ever since.

Every year you see new courtship rituals start and blossom. It always reminds you of your own and the wonderful creature you now love. In fact, as your anniversary nears you feel an urge to plan something special.

He looks at you when you voice your idea and he gives you an apprehensive look before a grin spreads across his handsome face. “I had no idea that was bouncing around in there.” He ruffles your hair and nips your earlobe.

“I just wanted to recreate that night,” you plant your palms firm on his chest. “I’m seeing all these cute new courtships start and it makes me long for our first few weeks.”

He scoffs, “all we did was fuck, babe.”

Your cheeks burn and you shrug. “Yeah. Well, I still look back at all that very fondly. Even if you were a bit overeager.”

His thick brows arch. “Overeager?” He scoffs.

You smirk and shrug. “You do much better now, dear.”

His lip curls. “Thank you, love,” he mocks.

You slip your hand up his shirt and he winces. “My hands are cold,” you say as you touch over the curls on his chest. “Anyways, all I’m saying is that for our anniversary it would be fun to revisit some our first dates.” You kiss his neck, parting your lips on his warm skin.

He growls, grabbing your wrists and wrenching them away from his body. “I didn’t say I hated it.” He dips down and kisses you. “But I have my own ideas.”

You giggle as you return his kiss, pecking his cheek. “Then share.”

He licks his lips and huffs, leaning back. “No sex until the anniversary.”

You stomach sinks. “Excuse me?”

He laughs. “Keep listening. I have something for this. You can go stay with your grandmother again so I can court you all over again.”

Your eyes grow a little wider. “You can do that?”

He shrugs. “Why the hell not? It’s a special anniversary after all. And I want to show off a little to this young whippersnappers.”

You smile and kiss him. “Ok,” you whisper. “But just so you know, right now, all I want is to fuck.”

“You too? God that worked fast.” He keeps you at arm’s length. “We’re adults, we’re better than that.”

You giggle. “Fine. I’ll go call grandma and let her know the plan. Should you call Adam?”

He shrugs. “Nah. I’ll surprise him.”

Your bridge the gap between you and kiss him. You suck his bottom lip and he snarls heatedly. He growls at you when you pull back and you smile at him. “I love you.”

He rubs his cheek to yours and bites your earlobe. “I love you too,” he pants. “Fuck, I’m going to miss you.”

“Me too,” you wrap your arms around him and scratch down the center of his back. “But, I’m excited to see what you bring me.”

He kisses you, long and heated. You actually swoon when he parts from you. “Call your grandmother before I break my promise.” He stomps off to the bathroom.

Your grandmother is all too excited to have you over. She always loves watching the courtship rituals. The next morning you find the first kill on the steps. It’s a massive buck, his horns the biggest you’ve ever seen.

When Adam arrives with his crew he even remarks on this. “I’ve seen this guy around,” he says. “He was mean as shit too. A couple of the young pups thought they were big shots and went for him. They have a couple of battle scars now.”

You smile picturing your big, grey werewolf taking him down. “Can you save me the horns, Adam?”

Adam smiles and you feel like a charmed high schooler. Adam was the prince. AKA the leader of the werewolves. He was also the nicest person in town. He was charming and lovely and ever since he married, he’s been what your werewolf calls a ‘blissful idiot’.

“I’m certain he’d love to keep this as a trophy,” you continue.

“I didn’t take you as antlers over the fireplace type,” Adam teases.

“I’m not, but I’m sure he would enjoy having them as a chew toy.”

Adam laughs and nods. “No worries, I’ll get them cleaned and sent to you.” He closes the door on the truck. “Renewing the courtship, lucky girl.” He winks and gets into the truck.

You smile, feeling like a blissful idiot yourself. Inside your grandmother is already getting ready to make her special venison stew. She sends you out to get ingredients.

As you go into town you see your werewolf come from Adam’s shop. He sees you and his eyes go soft. He bites his lip and nervously shoves his hands into his pockets. You approach him and keep your hands on your shopping bag.

“Good morning,” you murmur.

“You seem chipper,” he growls. “I couldn’t sleep a goddamn wink.”

You touch his face, swiping your thumb along the dark bags under his eyes. “I’m so sorry, baby.” you coo to him.

He kisses your palm. “At least you seem happy.”

“I can’t wait to hear your hunting stories.” You feel that magnet pull again.

He grins, smug and proud. His chest even puffs out. “I’ve been wanting to teach that sucker a hard lesson for a long time. That fact I got to do it to impress you made the hunt so much sweeter.”

You beam up at him. “I love you,” you murmur.

He growls and his lip curls. “I won’t survive until Sunday.”

“You can do it. You took down that deer, you can wait for me.”

He kisses your hair. “Being in bed alone is awful,” he growls. “I miss sleeping beside you.” He whispers.

“I’m not a strong as you, baby. Don’t make me be the one to break.”

He pulls back and smiles. “I love you too.” He kisses you quickly. “Tonight I’m going to kill something even meaner.”

“Meaner than you?”

He snarls, “keep your smart mouth shut when I can fuck you afterward.”

You laugh, watching as he stalks away from you, heading to the Martial Arts studio. Your heart is hammering and aches. You feel new and it’s all so exciting.

The next morning you find two massive elk on the front lawn. Your grandmother starts making calls, seeing if anyone wants any of the meat you’re fixing to receive. Adam’s wife, Mabel, joins him today. She brings her coffee and donuts to share with you.

“I’m very impressed,” she says. “The courtship ritual takes a lot of energy and effort. And Harun isn’t a young pup anymore.”

“But he is a showoff,” you chuckle. You blush and bite your lip. “I have to admit. I feel rather young again.”

Mable smirks. “So tell me, what sparked this reaffirmation of love?”

You laugh, taking a bite of a donut. “Ok well, I wanted to recreate our first night.”

Mable’s grin spreads across her face and she leans in excitedly. “You mean, the end of the ritual?”

You nod and hold back a laugh. “Yes,” you whisper. “I wanted to feel that sort of wild rush again. It was Harun’s idea to do the courtship all over.”

“I suppose he wanted to do it right. Why do the end of the ritual when there is no build up to you?” She shrugs. “Or he just wanted to seem cool. Both seem possible for him.”

“It’s been so hard though!” You groan and clutch your hands around your face. “I saw him in town today and all I wanted to do was jump him. I’m barely sleeping. And I know he’s not doing well with the separation either.”

“But you’re both stubborn,” she laughs. “That’s cute on its own. You’ll want to be careful once you collide again. He could explode a bit too soon.”

You snort and choke, cackling at Mable’s comment.

The next few days begin to drag. You’re beginning to miss Harun a bit too much. You’re determined though to see everything through to the end. Harun continues to top himself. He brings you a bear and what looks like an entire stack of deer. Your grandmother is having a hard time giving any meat away.

Finally, the night comes where he’s supposed to scent you. You wait anxiously on the sofa, fidgeting and chewing your nails. You then feel the tug. It’s an absolute yank that nearly pulls you from the sofa. You jump up and run outside. You stand still, frozen by the sight of him.

It’s a bit of a shock. You’ve seen Harun in his werewolf form so many times. This felt new though. Like that first time all over again. You feel breathless and a little afraid. You walk towards him, holding your hand out. He nuzzles to it. He then whimpers and rubs his cheek against your face.

You wrap your arms around him and squeeze. “I missed you too,” you whisper.

His massive arms squeeze you tight and lift you off the ground. It would be so easy to run now. End the ritual here and go into the woods. Harun pulls away though, holding you at arm’s length. He looks at you, his eyes steeled. You nod to him and give him a smirk.

He kisses you and you shudder. Before you have a chance he runs away. Only one more night, you tell yourself. One more and then everything is back to normal.

It’s a long day though and it drags by so slow. You can look at the clock and actually see that it isn’t moving at all. You curse it and try to go about your day. Even that is impossible. You have nothing to do. Your work is boring and everything doesn’t seem worth the effort.

Finally, when the day does end it’s all your grandmother can do to keep you from wearing out a hole in the carpet. She forces you to sit down and eat.

“You need to eat, darling.” She forces a fork into your hand.

“I’m not hungry,” you mutter.

“I don’t care, honestly. Because of what’s going to happen tonight you need all your energy to withstand what the man is going to do to you.” She shoves a bread roll into your dropped jaw. “Now, for my sake, eat up.”

You do so. Your grandmother has never shocked you so much before. You eat your entire plate and even the massive slab of cake she serves you.

“I remember when your grandfather was still around,” she started. “The werewolves back then were a lot different.”

“Wait,” you gasp. “Grandpa was a werewolf?”

Your grandmother smiles. “He was.”

“How come you never told anyone?” You lean towards her.

“That was how it was back then. The only people who knew were very select. Not like nowadays. That was Adam’s grandmother’s doing. Back when she ran the butcher block. She made the courtship rituals what they are rather than a mating season full of angry and belligerent attitudes.” She shakes her head. “You grandfather really took to the idea. I was one of the first to receive the ritual.”

“Grandma,” you gasp.

She stares dreamily into space. “I remember that first day. The sight of that massive wild boar sent my poor mother into hysterics. But that was the best damn meal we had ever had. Those pork chops would have made any man weak.” She sighs and rubs at her misty eyes. “Your mother moved away when she was seventeen, got married, and so your grandfather and I thought it was best to let her keep believing she grew up in a sleepy little town with some fanatic hunters.”

“Is that why you invited me to live with you?” You ask.

“I wanted you to see the town your grandfather and I loved. You remind me so much of him. I knew you’d find something here, werewolf or not.” She smiles at you and pets your hand. “Harun wasn’t my first pick. I thought he was too rough and tumble. But he’s proven me wrong. Like any good werewolf, he’s a puppy for his mate. And boy, is that boy a whipped puppy.”

You laugh and squeeze her hand.

“Hold on,” she gets up from the table and opens the trunk by the front door. She opens a hidden compartment in the lid and pulls out a photo album. She hands it to you, showing off pictures of her and your grandfather when they were young. Your grandfather was a scrappy werewolf, thin with a thick mane around his neck.

“He was small, but he was the best damn hunter this village ever saw.” She beams. “Well, that is until I saw what Harun could do.”

You hug your grandmother tight. “Thank you.”

“I just wanted to tell you how proud of you I am. This whole reaffirmation makes me wish I had done more with your grandfather.”

You kiss her cheek. “Knowing him, I’m sure he would’ve done it too. He probably would’ve loved the chance to show these whippersnappers a thing or two.”

She scoffs and rubs the tears from her eyes. “I can almost hear him saying it.”

She makes you a pot of coffee and not long after goes to bed. You sit up, waiting for Harun to arrive and finish the ritual. Your heart is hammering hard. You’ve never felt this excited in your life. You set down your mug and go to the door. You open it and you see him come running up the road.

You run to meet him. He throws himself at you and tackles you to the ground. He licks you all over. His tail is wagging hard enough to propel him. You giggle and kiss him, scratching his neck and chest.

He scoops you up and rubs to your cheek. “Ready?” he whispers and you shiver.

“Yes,” you whisper.

He tosses you over his shoulder and swats your rear. “Good,” he growls and races off towards the woods.

You can hear howling in the distance. You wonder how many other rituals are ending tonight. Sure, your ritual ended years ago. Five years actually, right on the dot. But you feel new and excited. You cannot wait to start again with your werewolf.

He slows his pace and sets you on the ground.

“This isn’t where-” you start. He put his paw around your mouth.

“I’m giving you a head start,” he whispers into your ear. “I want to play a little game,” he moans against your neck. His lips drag along your skin and he bites your earlobe. “Give me a chase.”

You swallow and look into his eyes. “Aren’t we a little old for games?” You kiss him and want more.

“Not for these games,” he bites your neck then steps back. “Headstart,” he snarls warningly. “Run,” he bares his fangs.

You laugh and turn and start running through the trees. The full moon makes your path bright. You take off items of clothing as you run. You toss them aside, wondering if it will be enough to make him hesitate.

You come to a cliff side and you walk along the edge of it. You hear a twig snap and you turn. Your breath catches as you see a single eye glowing in the shadows. You lick your lips and press your back against the cliff. You hear his low, primal growl and you pinch your thighs together.

He steps out of the darkness, his nose rutting between your thighs and making you spread them. His tongue laps along your panties and he nips your thighs.

You cup your hand over your mouth, moaning as he licks and ruts.

He growls and rises. He pins you against the rock wall and he smirks down at you. “Too, fucking, easy,” he pants.

You swallow and take a deep breath. “Oh yeah?” You pet between his thighs and stroke him. “You can run with this?” You moan.

His hips buck and he whimpers.

You slip away, darting back through the trees.

“Not cool!” He bellows behind you.

You giggle and laugh. You can hear him quickly barreling up on you. He tackles you, pinning you down to the forest floor. His jaw grips your mound and kneads. He bites the back of your neck and bares his teeth.

“Oh fuck,” you moan.

“Bad girl,” he growls into your ear.

You bite your lip. “You’re the one who wanted all this.” You wriggle into his palm. “You have no one to blame but yourself.”

“I fell for you,” he whispers into your ear, his tongue licking inside. “I’d say you’re the true guilty one.”

You bite your lip. “I didn’t control you then.”

He rips off your panties and you gasp in excitement. “Like fuck you didn’t.” He plunges a finger deep into you and you lose your voice. “The first time I even smelled you, you were the pilot of my mind, my body.” He bites you shoulder and licks down your back. He pushes his finger in deep and crooks it.

You moan into the leaves and big your fingers into the earth. You feel him mount you and his finger is removed. You feel him rub against you and you look over your shoulder at him above you. His breath so hot that even in this warm weather it comes out in white puffs. He ruts against you before sliding into place.

“Oh shit,” you mewl. It had been too long. He felt so good. He felt bigger, but you were sure that was just from missing him.

He snarls, trembling as he moves into place. He bites your shoulder, breaking the skin and then lapping up the blood that spills. His hips move slow and precise. He’s careful to not explode so soon like Mable said. He pushes deep and stretches you. His hips trembling from his want to fuck you hard.

“More,” you whimper. “Give me more.”

He pants and swallows. He’s perfectly still before he starts in. His hips move roughly and almost angry. He fucks you so hard you slide across the forest floor. You don’t care. He just feels so good. You wail in pleasure. Howling into the night sky yourself.

He then grunts and snarls, lifting you back up. You feel his knot against your lips and you chew on your cheek as you feel it push into place. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as it locks into place. You choke on your words and your fingers dig into the earth again. He grunts and pants. Swallowing, he begins to move again. He bucks and jerks, his body out of his control. He snarls, rutting to you as he licks your shoulder more. You turn your head, meeting his kiss and sucking his tongue.

His knot hits the spot inside you that makes you melt. It’s not long that after a few well-timed thrusts you’re howling. You can’t breathe and you’re mind goes blank. You repeat his name over and over until it becomes garbled mush. His howl is long and loud. It fills the entire forest and drowns out any attempt to overpower it.

His seed is thick and it stuffs you full. He lifts you off the ground and holds you to his chest. He’s so warm and soft. You cuddle close and scratch around his neck. He whimpers as he pulls from you, another small gush leaving the tip.

You kiss his neck and cheek. “So good,” you moan.

“I can’t see,” he laughs and kisses you. “Not where we first did it but-”

“Even better,” you sigh.

He wraps you up in his arms. “I can’t believe you stripped. You’re not cold are you?” He rubs your back.

“I’m perfect.” You murmur. “I can’t wait for you to recover.”

He whines. “So tonight is when I die.”

You laugh and hold him tight. “I love you.”

“I know,” he whispers. “I love you too.”

You meet his kiss and smile down at him. Your eyes dreamy and warm. You pet his scars and scratch behind his ears. “I can’t wait to sleep beside you tonight.”

“I can’t wait to sleep,” he whimpers. He stands up and tosses you over his shoulder again. “You can never do this to me again.”

You swat his rear from over his shoulder. “It was all your idea!” You giggle.

“Well, next time lets just play chase in the woods. That was fun.”

“Ok, deal then. Chase it is.”

When he gets you home, you both pass out from lack of sleep. But after a little nap, he wakes you up, eager and ready to go again.