Werewolf Boyfriend Dart (complete)

    Hearthway Hollow is my all accounts a beautiful little town nestled in the mountains and woods of North Carolina. It’s picturesque, safe, clean, and thriving. But there are hidden secrets to the city, such as various supernatural sightings. There have been strange photos taken in the town of large dogs. Or well, what people claim to be large dogs. Sightings have occurred since the late fifties, and you have collected everything.

    You had come to know about the legends surrounding the small town when you were young. You grew up relatively close to the then small community, and there were always stories about it. Your father liked to hunt, and the Hearthway Forest was his favorite place. He would come home with stories to tell, sightings of huge creatures lurking in the woods. Unfortunately, he barely knew how to work a camera, so the pictures he got were blurry and unfocused at best. But you kept them.

    Even as you went to college in Asheville, you continued to hear the stories about Hearthway Hollow. You had started a chat group which evolved into a website which had turned into quite the thriving business for you. You were able to turn the sales of shirts and merchandise into equipment that could fund your research into the secrets of Hearthway Hollow.

    You’ve finally planned and set a date for when you are to scour the woods, placing your recording equipment all around to finally capture the creatures hiding there. You’ve visited Hearthway Hollow many times in your life, but this is your first time being here you feel you’ll actually find something.

    As you check into your hotel the old woman behind the counter grins. “Oh, it’s you. I love your website kid, gives me a kick every time.”

    “Oh thanks,” you reply.

    “You best beware,” she winks at you as she hands my key. “You might not like being proven right.”

    You suppose your expression gave her a chuckle because she started laughing as you walked away to go find your room. As you unlock your door, you see that behind the hotel is a walkway that leads up a flight of stairs to the library. The place looks old, but it’s precisely what you needed to see. You could search through the records and see if there was anything more in depth.

    For a public library in such a big town, the place is pretty small. You walk up to the front desk and are shocked to see there is a typewriter there as well as a computer that may as well have been from the stone ages. It clicked and whirred, the screen flickered and static for a moment before showing a blue screen of Dewey decimal nonsense. 

    You ring the little bell on the front desk. “Hello?”

    “Hi!” the voice booms from behind you and you whip around, gazing into the rows of books behind you. “I’ll be just a minute.” You look around again and glancing up, you see a man standing on a ladder, leaning over a wrought iron enclosure as he tinkers with the AC. There’s a loud clunk and there a purring noise.

    “Got it,” the man huffs and grins. He then literally slides down the ladder and plops down on the ground. “You’re a new face!” He grins as he walks behind the front desk. He picks up the glasses from beside the computer and slips them on. “How may I help you?”

    He’s tall and gangly, sort of like how you always imagined Ichabod Crane was built. His hair is long and curly, a rich auburn color too, and tied back in a bun at the back of his head where pencils are sticky out. His glasses are thick, almost comically so. They enlarge his eyes, and you can see the minute detail of his irises. The deep, dark blue of them mixed with dots of violet. 

    “Uh,” you glance him over, realizing he has freckles dotting almost every inch of him. “Records?” You ask.

    “You’re in the right place.” He walks out from behind the desk and waves you along. “Had you gone to the main library, you wouldn’t have found them.”

    “Main library?” You ask.

    “Oh yes,” he says. “This is the historic library, the main library is near the college.” He shows you into a room made of glass windows that filled with rows of metal cabinets. “All the old records are stored here. You know?” He shrugs. “Historic,” he smiles, and your heart fluttered. His teeth are sharp looking, and you kind of like that.

    You smile back, shyly and nervously. “I was wondering why the library seemed so...out of date.”

    He scoffs. “Yeah, for certain. But I’m used to it.” He then waves his hand out. “The cabinets are marked by date. Although, don’t expect to find anything before the sixties.”

    “Oh,” you’re struck disappointed. “I was hoping for something before then.”

    He shrugs. “Sorry,” he replies. “If you needed anything, my name is Dart.”

    “Dart?” You ask.

    He sighs and takes off his glasses. “It’s short for Dartagnan.”

    “Oh, like the Three Musketeers!” You reply.

    He smiles softly and nods. “My mother loved the book,” he shrugs and chuckles softly. “So, Dart is what I go by.”

    “It’s not too bad,” you reply. “Thanks again, I’ll try not to make a mess.”

    Dart nods and leaves the records room. You then start scanning through old papers, looking for any signs of your paranormal investigations. But after a while, you’re stunned to find nothing but boring as dirt articles that might as well have been the basis for Andy Griffith Show episodes.

    “Everything ok?” Dart asks as he steps back into the room.

    You sigh. “I’m afraid I didn’t find what I was hoping to find.”

    Dart tilts his head. “And what would that be?”

    “I’m researching the paranormal activity surrounding Hearthway Hollow,” you tell him. “I have a website, and I’ve finally gotten the funding to try and capture video evidence.”

    “Oh,” Dart gasps. “Oh!” He takes off his glasses. “You’re the one!” He chuckles and grins. “Your website is notorious around here! The library at the campus as a small display dedicated to you.”

    “What?” I stare.

    “Oh yeah!” He chuckles. “Sorry, I don’t mean to laugh. You’re just kind of famous around here is all.”

    You frown and look away. “Well excuse me if you think my work is a joke. But I happen to take it very seriously!”

    Dart’s smile fades, and he clears his throat. “Sorry,” he murmurs. “But what do you plan to do if you find what you’re looking for?”

    “I plan to show it to the world!” You gasp. “All my life I’ve known something was in these woods. This town is a hotbed for activity!”

    Dart tilts his head. “This town is fairly private. If you do find anything, you do realize what it will do to the community, right?”

    “I mean,” you fidget. “It’s not like you aren’t a busy place already-”

    “Yes, but busy amongst ourselves,” Dart argues. “If you are to find the things you’re looking for, the so-called ‘beast’ of Hearthway Hollow or Ahdahm, the white wolf god. You’re opening a Pandora’s Box for yourself and this town.”

    You furrow your brow. “What do you know?”

    Dart turns and closes the door to the records room. Your blood goes cold, and you glance up at him, seeing his eyes are growing darker. He takes off his glasses and sets them aside. 

    “I’m sorry I have to do this,” he says as he unbuttons his shirt. You notice fur is starting to grow on his skin and his body is going from gangly to muscular. “But you leave us no choice.”

    You look up, seeing people standing around the glass windows of the record room. Dart is shifting, changing shape and turning into a massive beast before your eyes. 

    “Oh shit,” you whimper, realizing you left your bag with your recording equipment out on the table. “Oh no.”

    Dart stands over you, a giant wolf creature with mottled fur, like a mix of his auburn hair and freckles. “Is this, what you wanted?” He growls.

    You stare up at him, mount hanging open. You know you should be afraid but all you feel is excitement. “Yes!” You exclaim, and his eyes go wide.

    You grab at his paws, seeing they're like hands but still have the leathery paw-pads like wolves do. They’re pink with black spots. You feel all over his strong arms and run your fingers through is fur.

    “It’s real! It’s real!” You bounce excitedly. “You’re real!”

    “How strange,” the old woman from the hotel walks inside. “He’s not afraid at all, in fact, he’s rather giddy about this.”

    The guy who operates the butcher shop walks in and chuckles. “Perhaps it’ll be an easier chat than you thought, Dart.”

    “What’s…” you glance at the people walking in. “What’s going on?”

    “A chat,” the massive owner of the hardware store snarls. “Paranormal investigator, you’re going to get  your big break.”

    The butcher smiles. “I’m Adam,” he says then laughs. “Or as you like to call me Ahdahm, the great white wolf god!” He chuckles.

    “What?” You gape. “There’s no way!”

    “Normally, we don’t reveal ourselves to outsiders,” Adam replies. “But since you have such a following and are more than influential, we decided it was best to talk things out with you. Thankfully Dart here recognized you and Mrs. Locklear found your equipment.”

    “We can’t have you going around and revealing our secret to the world,” Mrs. Locklear replies. “That’s why Billy here is going to eat you.”

    You look at Billy and shiver. “Wait! I don’t...don’t kill me! There has to be another-”

    Billy snorts and laughs and Mrs. Locklear giggles. “We aren’t going to fucking kill you, kid,” Billy huffs. “But we will rough you up if you don’t listen to reason.”

    “Don’t-” Dart starts, and he flinches. “I mean, he means no harm to us. He just doesn’t understand. I mean-” his ears go flat, and his expression is tender.

    “Oh!” Mrs. Locklear chuckles. “Seems like Dart as a secret all his own.”

    Dart turns his head away, and Adam and the others lead you out of the library and back to the hotel. They take you to the dining area. Mrs. Locklear has your equipment and is holding it hostage.

    “This town was founded by my Grandmother,” Adam starts. “It’s a safe haven for us.”

    “Us?” You gasp. “Are all of you like Dart?” You ask, your excitement growing.

    “Not all of us,” Adam replies. “This is a community where mortals and weres can grow together, start families, and protect one another. My Grandmother created Hearthway Hollow to be a place where we didn’t have to hide or be wild. If you share our secret with the world, you could destroy all that.”

    “Is it money you want?” Billy growls. “I can give you money.”

    “No!” You gasp. “No, it’s not that at all!” You look between the three of them then see Dart is walking in from the door. “I love this town, really I do!” You tell them. “All my life I’ve been fascinated by it. I just wanted to share with the world what I saw-” you hesitate as you look at them. “I just wanted to find the truth and study it. I don’t...I guess I didn’t realize-”

    Mrs. Locklear sighs. “I you love this place this why not just move here? Why stalk around and study?”

    You shrug. “I don’t know. I never felt like I belonged here-”

    “Technically,” Billy growls.

    “You’re welcome to stay,” Adam replies. “And learn about Hearthway Hollow hands on.”

    “I have an idea,” Dart speaks up. He walks into the room and takes off his glasses. “He can stay with,” he offers shyly. “I have extra room in my house. He can come work at the library, he can be the IT tech I’ve been needing.” His cheeks are rosy and bright. “And he can do his research.”

    “And what will he do with his research?” Billy growls.

    “He can write a book,” Dart answers. “But he can sell it as fictional.” He then looks at you and shrugs. “He can say the website was all faked, that it was him hyping his book.”

    “A book,” Mrs. Locklear murmurs. “That’s actually not a bad idea.”

    “Would you do that?” Adam asks.

    You’re looking at Dart, and your heart is racing. “Yeah,” you whisper. “If it keeps him from eating me,” you motion to Billy.

    The plan goes through, you move into the spare bedroom at Dart’s home where you continue your research on the werewolves in Hearthway Hollow. Dart offers himself as your subject, and you work in the library. You update the computer system and help bring the historical place into the modern era. 

    Dart tells you about the customs in Hearthway Hollow, their rules, and secrets, as well as the infamous courtship ritual.

    “How are there even animals still in the woods?” You ask. “My dad still hunts here every summer.” You say as you make sketches of Dart’s paws.

    “Not sure,” Dart chuckles.

    “What happens though, if someone is a vegetarian or is terrified of dead animals?” You glance up at Dart, seeing he has been watching you this entire time. “What does the courtship ritual become then?”

    “It depends,” Dart answers. “They were is attuned to their intended, and they can sense what they need and what can win them over. For some, it’s wild mushrooms or even toys. Maybe even just a share wealth of information.”

    Your heart skips a bit, and you go still.

    “It all depends,” Dart murmurs as he inches closer. He nuzzles to your cheek and neck.

    “Dart,” you whisper.

    He moans softly in your ear and inches closer. His paws grab you and slip under your clothes. You tilt your head back, meeting his kiss and tangling your hands in his fur. You gasp as he kisses down your neck, his sharp teeth dragging on your skin.

    “No way,” you pant.

    Dart chuckles. “Isn’t this what you really wanted?” He whispers in your ear. 

    Your cheeks burn. “Not really uhm-” you wrap your arms around Dart's neck. “It’s a bonus for sure.”

    Dart moans softly again. “I nearly fell off the ladder when you first came into the library,” he confesses. “As soon as I smelled you I knew I belonged to you.”

    You kiss him again and pet your hand down his chest. “I thought you were cute,” you admit. “I like them nerdy.”

    Dart chuckles and gasps as you wrap your fingers around his cock. 

    “How does this work?” You pant as you feel his pulse in your hand. He’s dribbling precum like a leaky faucet. 

    Dart chuckles as he groans. “Have you never had sex before?”

    “Not with a werewolf,” you pant.

    Dart moans softly and slips away. He dips down, tugging off your pants and pulling your cock out. “You’re pretty big,” he lifts your shaft, and you shudder. You grunt as he takes you into his mouth, never once touching his sharp teeth. His tongue laps at you as he sucks and his soft moans vibrate along you. 

    You reach down, taking his fur in your hand and tugging. He moans loudly and sucks harder. The tighter the pull you have on him, the harder he does it. Finally, he pulls back.

    “I can’t wait anymore,” he growls. He pushes you down in a chair. “Wait here!” he huffs and leaves. He’s gone for a few moments but when he returns he has a bottle in his hand. He takes the bottle and dribbles lube over your cock, rubbing it in. He then gets on all fours before you and presents himself.

    “Hurry,” he pants.

    You go up behind him, seeing his prepared himself already. You press at his tight bud and slowly ease inside. Dart grunts and moans, biting back his voice. As you slip inside him, you reach up and tug at his tug again, yanking his head. He lets out a pleasured, long cry.

    “Sorry,” he then whimpers.

    “No,” you whisper. “I like it.” You start to move, one hand on his hip while your other pulls at his fur.

    Dart moans and wails, his body shaking the more you pull. He whimpers and howls and he pushes himself backward, meeting your thrusts inside him. He feels so tight and warm, you already feel close. But with each sound he makes you want to keep going longer. 

    “I’m gonna-” Dart pants. “I’m-” he growls and snarls, his back arching and his hips trembling like crazy. He grunts and sighs as he cums. You press deep inside him, jerking and shivering. You tug harder on his fur and grunt. You feel the surge course through every vein. You cry out, releasing deep inside him.

    You lay together in the darkness. His big, furry body holding you as you both gaze up at the sky. “Oh,” you whisper. “Is it because it’s a full moon?”

    Dart chuckles and kisses your cheek. “Trust me, the full moon had nothing to do with that.” He says. “I will warn you though, us werewolves do go into heat from time to time.”

    “Oh,” you roll into his chest. “I’ll look forward to it.”

    Dart hugs you tight and kisses the top of your head. “I’m glad you’re staying,” he murmurs. “Although, I will miss the updates to your website.”

    “You’ll have the book to look forward to,” I reply. “Besides, the way things are going, it looks like it’ll be a series.”

    “Really?” Dart asks. “You have that much to go off of?”

    You chuckle. “The more I learn about this town, the more stories I see. Everyone here has a story, and I kind of want to cover the whole town.”

    “What story are you starting with first then?” Dart asks. “You told me you’ve been writing but not what about.”

    “Mainly you,” you admit. “I was going to let you read the book first,” you mutter. “But tonight well...you moved first.”

    Dart squeezes you up tight in his arms. “The first book is for me?”

    You nod and curl to him. “I owe you so much. It’s my well...it’s my love letter to you.”