Werewolf Boyfriend: Nestor (complete)

Male Monster Reader (cis) x Female Human (cis)

Hearthway Hollow is a threat, or at least that’s how my boss is treating it. Our pack is smaller, but it’s one of the oldest in the country. My boss, Aubin, takes offense to Hearthway Hollow and its pack of docile, fat dogs. How they are a threat, I’m not certain.

Most of my life has been spent with this pack, and we’ve been all over the country. We’ve seen lots of packs trying to adopt Hearthway Hollow’s way of life. Sure, it seems nice at first. Everyone seems so comfortable, at peace with their surroundings. But Aubin says that’s not how life should be for werewolves. Our lives are in the forest, in the shadow of the moon. Werewolves were created from the wrongs of centuries past, and as such, we should keep that spirit within us. Never still, never peaceful.

I was selected to go into Hearthway Hollow. Aubin wants me to infiltrate the pack, discover their secrets and weaknesses, and report back to him. I’ve been given money, along with a fake ID, and the mission of finding work with the Alpha of the town, a man named Adam.

Adam owns and operates a butcher shop, which is nice. I’ve always had to hunt for my food, and having it right there seems like a treat. Adam doesn’t seem like any sort of threat either, but I knew werewolves aren’t always like their human guise. Adam offers me a job trimming meat in the back. I have to go through a lot of training, which seems weird. Meat is meat. I’m taught about the different cuts, what they’re good for, how they’re different. It’s kind of fun learning. I’ve never been to school, aside from my folks teaching me some things like reading and stuff.

Aubin says a good pack member was a stupid one and that’s why he likes me so much. I just needed to learn how to stop asking questions.

I’m living in a tent in the woods, which is great. Usually, we just sleep outside around the fire, but being under a roof is nice. I take baths in the river, and sometimes I use the money from my job to get food in town, rather than hunt. I’ve come to really like coffee, so I stop by the cafe a few times a day.

One day I’m going into the cafe for my usual coffee and donut. I guess I’m so excited that I’m not paying attention, and right as I walk in, I slam into what I assumed is a child. Tiny, maybe a runt who hadn’t died or something. Only thing is, they’re holding a coffee, and when I bump into them, their coffee cup bursts open on my front.

“I’m so sorry!” the person blurts instantly. “Are you hurt?” She jumps back and starts using her scarf to try and mop up the spilled coffee.

I take off my shirt right there in the middle of the cafe. “It hurts a little, but I think I’m okay.”

“Don’t just...” She looks around nervously, because people are starting to stare, then takes me back outside and sits me down. “You shouldn’t just take off your clothes in the middle of the place!” She looks at my stomach and sighs. “It’s pretty red. Are you sure it doesn’t hurt?”

I wring out my shirt. “I’ve had worse. What about your coffee?”

“Never mind that!” She seems pretty upset. “That was scalding-hot coffee, I’ve probably given you burns!”

The more I look at her the more I realize she isn’t a kid. Maybe a runt, but still. She’s pretty cute for being so little. She has long brown hair tied up into a bun, and she smells really good. Not like flowers or anything - something else. It’s a different sort of smell. “Let me take you to the hospital, just in case,” she says urgently.

I tilt my head to the side. “What for? I’ve never been before, and I got hit by a car once.”

She stares at me in disbelief, as if expecting me to say something really funny. “Please don’t joke. I am very frazzled and very tired.”

“Then let me buy you another coffee.” I stand back up, and her eyes focus on my chest and stomach again.

“I burnt you!”

“And I’m fine.” I slip on my wet, stained shirt. “Although I dunno if Adam will want me going to work like this.”

“Then let me buy you a new shirt,” she offers as we go back inside. “Or maybe a lidocaine cream? Or a calendula balm?”

“You’re awfully worried for nothing,” I say to her with a smile.

She scowls. “Who are you?”

Her worried and exhausted expression is kind of cute, so maybe I should humor her. “Name’s Nestor, but my friends call me Nessie. Who are you?”

“Louise Bitsuie. And please, Nestor, let me buy you a new shirt.”

I step up to the counter to make my order. “I’ve got plenty of shirts. I just need to go and get one to change into. What do you want to drink?”

Louise’s shoulders sag and she sighs. “Sanity?”

“How about an iced latte?” I make the order before she can protest.

Louise tugs on my sleeve as I step aside to wait. “Let me take you home, then. it’s the least I can do.”

I wonder if this is something I should report back on. I don’t think Louise is a werewolf, but maybe it’s worth noting there are people in town willing to assist and even go along with werewolves. I don’t think that’s any news that Aubin would be interested in. “That would be nice. I’d hate to be late to work.”

After we get our coffee, Louise escorts me to my tent so I can change. She seems really confused by the directions we take there, and even more so when we walk up on my tent. I go to a nearby tree and take down a shirt I washed the day before.

“You...” She looks around just to make sure she’s seen everything. She gives the back of her hand a pinch. “You live in this tent? Out here?”

“Yeah! Isn’t it nice?”

Louise opens her mouth, then shuts it quickly. “This is none of my business, Nestor, so please tell me to leave it be if I’m being annoying. But wouldn’t you rather have a roof over your head?”

“I do.” I point to the tent.

Louise seems shocked. “No, I mean, like an actual house. How long have you been living like this? I know the weather is nice right now, but it’s going to be getting cold soon.”

I strip off my shirt and put on the clean one. “That’s okay. That’s why I’m getting ready to build a fire pit. I’ve been collecting really nice rocks I’ve found along the river.”

Looking back and forth between me and the tent, Louise is obviously bothered by this. I don’t know why. She doesn’t know how I used to live.

“How long have you been out here?”

I pull my hair out from under the collar of my shirt. “I’d say about two months.”

“Two!” She folds her arms. “It’s been storming so much lately.”

I chuckle as I walk back towards her. “Don’t I know it. But that tent has been quite the trooper. Now let’s go, I’ve got a busy day today at work. Adam wants me to watch the shop.”

Louise chases after me as we head back to her car. “You work for Adam, and he doesn’t know about this?”

“Why would it matter?”

Louise puts her tiny hand around my wrist. “Because you’re homeless, Nestor! And Adam is the Alpha of Hearthway Hollow. He’d be worried about you regardless.” It isn’t her words that shock me, it’s her touch that gives me pause. Her skin is so soft, her nails feel slightly sharp, and for some reason her scent hits me much more strongly than before.

She slowly lets go of me, but I still feel affected by that touch. “Adam is my cousin. Let me talk to him for you.”

“You’re related to the Alpha?” I gasp in alarm. “You don’t look like him.”

She scowls up at me. “I take after my mother’s side.”

I shrug. “Nothing wrong with that.”

“My point is, Adam can find you a place to stay. Maybe with Billy or Mrs. Locklear. You can stay there until you can get your own place. There’s tons of apartments near the school, and it’s off season right now, so lots of cabins are empty.” We get into her car, and she gives me a very serious look. “I won’t be able to rest easy knowing what I know now.”

I just shake my head. “You don’t even know me. You don’t need to worry.”

“You don’t know me, either.”

Louise takes me to work, and I figure that will be the end of it. But before I close up shop, Adam is made aware of my situation, and he and Louise have already found me a place to stay. They’ve gotten me a room at the hotel run by Mrs. Locklear, and will help me find a more permanent place after that.

It’s funny. I met Louise earlier and was fine with her, but now when I’m around her I’m so nervous. I feel like I do before a big hunt, excited and nervous all at once. I’ve never felt about a person like that before. I see Louise often as she takes me around Hearthway Hollow to show me places I could rent on my income from the butcher shop. She also helps me learn how to use the washing machines at the hotel.

One day she’s showing me how to fold shirts, and I can’t take my eyes off her. She’s so tiny, but I like looking at her regardless. She’s pretty, soft, and smells so good. I want to bury my nose in her hair and never pull away.

Louise scowls at me. “What’re you looking at? Is there something on me?” She goes pale and her eyes widen. “Is there is a fucking spider?”

I lean in closer. “I’m just looking at you.”

Her cheeks go from pale to red. “It’s not polite to stare.” She shoves my laundry into my hands. “I’m not your mother. Fold this yourself.”

I have a meeting with Aubin at the edge of town this evening. But I would much rather spend time with Louise folding my laundry or figuring out how to use my new cellphone. Aubin seems agitated when I meet with him, and his nose curls as I come close. “God, you smell disgusting. What is that?”

“I just washed these clothes.” I sniff my shirt, but all I smell is Louise and the detergent she picked out.

“You smell like one of them,” Aubin growls. “One of those lap dogs.”

“My bad,” I shrug. “But I have noticed something strange about the pack, Aubin. They’re very willing to take in others. Even if you sent in more of the pack, they wouldn’t bat an eye.”

Aubin eyes my suspiciously. “Have you taken to them?”

“No, not me,” I say. “I’m just saying it would be easy to sneak the entire pack into Hearthway Hollow. Then we could move from the inside.”

“It’s never that easy!” Aubin growls. “They must be stupid like you.”

I frown. “Hey, you want someone else to do this? I’m telling you what I’ve found out. I’m not trying to start anything, Aubin.”

Aubin gives me a shove, and my shoulder hits a tree. “You smell like them, and it disgusts me. Wash it off.”

I notice he’s starting to shift. Something must have happened with the pack if he’s this agitated. “Aubin, stop.” But he doesn’t. I end up having to shift to protect myself, but despite the fact that I’m bigger than Aubin, he’s still the boss and much stronger than me. He shreds my clothes and leaves me in the woods to teach me a lesson.

I wake up in the morning, sore and unable to move my arm. This isn’t anything new, everyone in the pack has had nights like this. I go back to the hotel, hoping to take a shower and maybe put my arm back into its socket. But as I walk around the corner towards my door, I see Louise knocking on it.

I think about running. I don’t want her to see me in this shape. But I also think about how nice it would be to just be held by her while I’m hurt. What should I tell her? How can I explain my condition to her in a way she won’t think I’m lying, or lose trust in me?

She spots me before I can sort my thoughts out. Maybe I am stupid after all. Her expression is frightened as she races up to me. She gets me into my room and has me lie down. “I’m just a vet’s assistant, but I can get the worst of these patched up. What on earth happened to you?” She has tears in her eyes as she cleans my cuts and puts bandages all over me. “You should have called me!”

“I lost my phone.” It’s probably crushed in the woods somewhere. I’m pretty sure it was in my pocket at the time.

Louise sniffles and fights to keep the tears back.

“Don’t cry, Louise. I’m okay.”

“Shut up!” she snaps. “I’m not crying, but if I wanted to I would.” She sneakily rubs her cheek on her shoulder. “And you’re not okay! You’re hurt.”

Sometime later Mrs. Locklear comes in. She helps pop my shoulder back into the socket, which hurts worse than the fight last night did. “I feel great!” I tell Louise. “You really helped.”

Louise hands me a bottle of medicine. “You’ll feel it later, so take these as needed. Never more than four, got it?” She sets the bottle by the bed with a couple of bottles of water. “You have the hotel phone to call me if you need anything.”

The expression on her face worries me. “Are you mad?”

Louise’s eyes brim with tears again. She comes back to my bedside and sits down. “You scared me,” she says quietly.

“I didn’t mean to.”

“I know.” She stops nodding her head. “But seeing you hurt would scare me no matter what. So promise me you’ll take care of yourself! I don’t know what’s up with you or what you do when people aren’t looking. But stop it. You’re smarter than that.”

The hairs on my arms bristle. “You think I’m smart?”

Louise wipes her eyes. “Nessie,” she huffs.

I grab her hand and pull her close to me. I hug her, unable to let go. She’s so warm, so close. I press my nose into her hair, breathing in her wonderful scent directly. Her short arms wrap around me and she sighs. “It’s okay,” she murmurs. Her hands rub my back. “I promise I’m not mad.”

I shake my head. “You called me Nessie.”

Louise chuckles. “You’re my friend. I care about you. You said yourself that friends call you Nessie.”

Her smile is so pretty. I move to kiss her, but she stops me. Her fingers press against my lips and she gives me a look. “Not now.” She motions over to Mrs. Locklear, who has been cleaning blood on the floor.

“I’m glad someone remembered I was here.” Mrs. Locklear scoffs. “Louise, go and get us some breakfast. I think I need to have a chat with Nestor.”

“Are you hungry?” Louise asks.

“Always!”

Louise seems reluctant to leave, and Mrs. Locklear seems scary. Once Louise is gone, I feel a chill from her scrutiny. Mrs. Locklear sits before me, her dark eyes focused and unmoving. “It’s obvious you got attacked by another werewolf. I just need to know who.”

I shake my head.

Her eyes narrow even more. “That’s not an answer, Nestor.”

I look away from her and lean back in the bead. I can tell that Mrs. Locklear knows already, or maybe that’s the impression he wants to give off.

“We protect our own here, Nestor. So you have to tell me who did this to you.”

“I’m not your own,” I murmur.

She lowers her eyes and bobs her head. “I see then. You should probably stay here until you’re all healed up. After that, you’ll have to have a long talk with us.”

I’m so relieved when Louise came back, if I had my tail it would be wagging. She takes me back to her place and sets me up in her living room, on the fold-out sofa. I think she must have talked to someone, because she seems rather distant for having invited me into her home.

“Thank you for taking care of me, Louise. You didn’t have to do all this just for me. I could have stayed at the hotel.”

She shakes her head. “No. I’m keeping an eye on you.”

I watch her as she walks about the kitchen. “Because they told you to?”

“Because I don’t want you leaving.” Louise won’t look at me.

I look down at my hands, at the bandages she put on my fingers. “I wasn’t planning on leaving.”

“But you would if they found anything out, right?” She slams something down on the table.

I flinch and open my mouth, but I decide it’s best not to answer.

She’s quiet as she works. Then she comes back, offering me a sandwich on a plate. “Eat it.”

“I don’t want to leave,” I murmur.

She keeps her back turned to me, but doesn’t go anywhere.

“I want to stay here, but I don’t belong.”

“Why?”

I take a bite of the sandwich and chew it slowly. “Because I like you.”

Louise turns and shakes her head. “Not that.” She returns to my side, sitting beside me on the bed. She rests her forehead on my arm, and I don’t feel scared anymore. “You’re too sweet to be anything awful.”

“I’m stupid too.”

Louise scowls up at me. “No, you’re not!”

I smile at her. “It’s okay, I’m fine with it.”

Louise sits on her knees and wraps me up in a hug. I put my arms around her, resting my forehead on her shoulder.  I’m never going to be this surrounded by her again, and that scares me. I hold her tighter to feel grounded. “I don’t need to be part of a pack. I just want to stay with you.”

Louise pulls back and kisses me. I’ve never been so aware of myself before. Every motion of my body, every breath, every twitch of my eye, I’m aware of them all and I want them all to work towards her. I want this kiss to never end, and be the best it possibly can be.

“You’re such a sweet, silly man,” she whispers. She sweeps her thumb under my eyes. “With such pretty, stormy eyes.”

I feel so scared. “Please, let me stay, Louise.”

Louise embraces me again. “I’m not letting you go. That’s why you’re here.”

Louise convinces me to tell everything to Adam and the others, and promises to keep me with her. I have a feeling there will be some punishment for what I’ve done, on both sides, but for now, I’m just happy to be with Louise. I kiss her often, trying to express my gratitude to her for everything. I get so excited that sometimes I can’t contain myself. I kiss her and lick her, I bury my head between her thighs, nibbling her until she becomes steamy. Her body is so small that I’m sometimes afraid that I’m being too rough on her. I treat her as gently as possible, using my tongue and sometimes my fingers on her sweet body.

“Nessie.” Her breathless moan makes my tail wag. “Why do you do that?”

“Because I like you!”

She sits up, hair disheveled and eyes blurry. She lifts a cup of water and downs it. “I know but, it doesn’t just have to be me.”

Her naked body is so soft, I just want to touch her all over again. “Do you not like it?”

“Of course I do. You’re very good at it, too good. It’s just one thing.” She bites her lip and trails her hand through my fur. “I want you to feel that way too.”

My heart pounds. “I’m fine.”

Louise glares up at me and starts pushing. “Well, I’m not.” She presses me into the corner and pushes open my legs. “I love you, and I want to make you feel good for once.”

My ears perk up and my tail goes still. “You what?”

Louise kisses me, pressing her small body against mine. “I love you. I have since I saw that tent you lived in.”

“Since then?” I gasp.

Louise kisses me, moving down my chest and belly. I almost howl as her tongue touches me. The heat of her mouth presses against my shaft, and I know I’m done for.

“Louise, it’s too big.”

“I’ll say what’s too big.” She kisses and licks the tip, going back down the shaft with her tongue. I keen as she touches more, stroking me while sucking.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I whisper.

“You won’t.” Louise rises until she’s in my lap. “You’re way too sweet to hurt anybody. Besides, I’m small but I’m mighty.”

I put my paws around her waist. “I know, but...” I lose my breath as she takes my penis, slipping it inside her. My fingers and tongue have memorized every inch inside her, but this is different. I feel weak and powerful all at once.

“Good boy,” Louise moans. “Just like that, stay still.” She takes more of me and I throw my head back, hitting the wall. “Easy! Easy!” she soothes. “Look at me.”

I gaze into her eyes, getting weak all over again.

“Good boy. Look at me.” She moans and coos, taking me deeper. “You feel so good already, Nessie.”

“You too.” I’m practically drooling, and I feel like I’m being swallowed by heaven.

She presses her palms against my stomach, then rises and descends, doing this slowly over and over. “Nessie, good boy.”

My hands tremble as I put them around her waist. “Louise.”

Louise bites her lip, grinning ecstatically. “My big, handsome, werewolf. Your cock is so good.”

“It is?” I slide down onto my back so Louise is on top of me.

“You made me want it so bad.” She rhymically rolls her hips.

My throat feels dry as I watch her. She looks much bigger on top of me. “You look so beautiful right now.”

She tosses her hair back and sits up. She bounces up and down upon me, taking almost all of me inside. She gasps loudly, thrusting her hips. I don’t know how I’m going to survive this. All the fights and the pain I’ve been through, and this tiny, beautiful creature is going to be the one to topple me. I run my hands all over her body, and start moving my hips as well. I meet her, pressing harder and deeper. Her voice grows louder, so does mine. I can’t breathe for a moment. My howls are choked, my body clenched. My vision spins, and all the while she continues to move. Her cries of pleasure drown out everything except the heat.

I can barely keep my eyes open, but as she kisses me I return to her. I smile goofily, and chuckle with her kisses.

“Stay with me,” Louise whispers. “Don’t go away just yet.”

I pull her into my arms and roll her over, kissing her all over. My tail wags ferociously and I can’t keep my hind quarters from wiggling.

“Wait! Wait!” She giggles. “You’ve gotten excited again.”

I howl with triumph. “How can I not be? I have a mate!”

“Nessie, wait!” She’s laughing too.

“My mate,” I sigh happily. “I can’t believe I have one!”

I may have some explaining to do, and some punishment to worry about. But as long as I have her, there’s nothing for me to fear.