DDMMC Day 6: Moonlight Maternity (2/2) (Patreon)

The moon’s silver light poured over Queen Serenity like molten desire, pushing the transformation deeper. She remained on all fours in the moonlit grove, the torn remnants of her white gown clinging to her sweat-slicked fur. Her belly had grown rounder, heavier due to the secret life planted by the beast’s fierce claim now swelling with urgent demand, pressing against her ribs and making every breath a soft, needy whimper.

“Oh… stars above,” she gasped, voice still carrying that regal melody even as it cracked with raw hunger. Her elegant hands now tipped with dark claws rose instinctively to her chest. Her chest had become impossibly full, heavy and aching, the pale globes spilling forward and straining against what little fabric remained. Two more sets emerging below her already very full set. The sensitive peaks had darkened and stiffened into tight, throbbing buds. When her clawed fingers brushed them, a bolt of pure pleasure shot straight to her core.

She squeezed them gently at first, then harder, unable to stop. Milk-white droplets beaded at the tips and trickled down the soft silver fur of her cleavage. A broken moaning howl escaped her fanged muzzle as she arched her back, offering the swollen mounds to the moon.

Her tail lashed wildly behind her, brushing between her thighs and teasing the slick, swollen folds that had grown so shamefully wet. The heat between her legs pulsed in time with the life growing inside her hot, insistent, demanding. Every inch of her new wolf body sang with it: thicker fur along her spine, powerful haunches trembling, long silver ears flicking at the slightest sound of her own ragged breathing.

Serenity’s bright blue eyes fluttered half-closed, the crescent moon on her forehead still glowing softly even as her snout pushed forward just a little more. Sharp teeth gleamed as she panted, tongue slipping out to wet her black nose. She tried to whisper her queenly mantra “I am serenity… I am light…” but it dissolved into a low, throaty growl of pure need.

Her hips rocked helplessly, pressing her dripping heat against the cool night air. The gentle curve of her pregnant belly brushed the moss with every movement, sending fresh waves of pleasure rippling through her. She cupped her chest again, kneading them with desperate reverence, thumbs circling the leaking beads until her thighs shook.

The wolf inside her purred with triumph.

Queen Serenity was still there, fighting to hold onto her poise.

But the beast she was becoming had already claimed her completely… and it hungered for the moon to rise higher still.