Hungry like the Wolf

[Malvolio]

"W..wait!"

His heart leapt. The Wolf growled in satisfaction as if to say 'I told you so'. He couldn't believe how strong the Wolf had been... was... today.

She nearly grabbed his shirt. He stopped, his back to her. In that instant, the Wolf had come to the surface and seized control of the Man.

"Don't misunderstand, Mr. Fleetfoot, I was just curious. It has nothing to do with your practical jokes or anything."

The Wolf suddenly whirled around, caught her hand, and pinned it to her side. His body pressed against hers, forcing her to scrambled backwards until she was solidly pressed up against a bookcase. Their faces were mere inches apart. His eyes had changed the pale yellow of the Wolf and he could feel his incisors had extended slightly, making them visible over his lips. A low growl eminated from deep within his throat. Her smell...

Intoxicating...

The Wolf wanted her. Here, now.

The Man regained a small measure of control. Fighting his primal urges away, he managed to speak at last.

"Jokes? You think... I was... joking?" he spoke in a deep, heavy, gravelly-like tone.

"Tell me then, Miss. What are you curious about? What do you want to know about werewolves? You can ask a real live one right here and now."

The Wolf growled from within. It could sense... smell her fear. But under the fear... was there something else?

"Do you want to see the change? Will that be proof enough for you?"

He held up one of his hands to her face, allowing her to see small dark hairs beginning to sprout, wave and thicken on the back of his hand. His fingernails began to darken and extend into sharp claws.

He lowered the hand and shut his eyes a moment. When he reopened them, they were his normal color and the tone of his voice was no longer as gruff as it had been.

"I can tell you what I'm wondering about. You last name. Never got it, Miss Luna."

He smiled slightly. The edge of menace remained, but his pheromones were telling her that his intention was never to hurt her.

 

[MirrorShadow]

A startled cry escaped her lips as he suddenly whipped around to face her. Oh god, his eyes, they were like the wolf's. She'd been right and so terribly, terribly wrong. Grabbing her hand, he moved closer to her, pressing her into a nearby bookcase that never even wavered even as his body pressed flush against hers. She could clearly feel him in great detail as she stared into his eyes, horrified.

"Jokes? You think... I was... joking? Tell me then, Miss. What are you curious about? What do you want to know about werewolves? You can ask a real live one right here and now."

He growled low in his throat and she cringed expecting him to hurt her. Her mind recalled last night and how the wolf had seemed ready to rip out her throat. Then the wolf was replaced with the man pressed flush against her, his breath hot on her throat and she trembled. Lust stabbed sharp and hot through her and that scared her. Everything about this entire situation scared her.

"Do you want to see the change? Will that be proof enough for you?"

Not waiting for a reply, he held a hand in front of her face and let her watch as it changed before her. It was terrifying and she was going to scream. Her mouth was already wide open with shock, but all that came out was a small squeak. Closing his eyes, he lowered his hand. When he opened they were a much more mundane shade of brown, but that didn't make her feel any safer.

"I can tell you what I'm wondering about. Your last name. Never got it, Miss Luna."

She didn't know what to do. Her mind wouldn't concentrate on an escape plan and just kept coming back to the fact that he was pressed so intimately against her, her breasts pressing against his chest with each shallow breath she took. Finally she managed to reclaim her voice enough to breathe out an answer to his question.

"Canidae. I'm Luna Canidae."

Looking at him now, she tried to beleive that he was as human as his eyes were right now. That the monster that was described in those books wouldn't come out and finish the job it had started last night. Struggling vainly in his grasp, tears pricked the corners of her eyes as she tried to plead with him.

"Please, let me go."

 

[Malvolio]

Garrett pressed closely against her. Her smell was intoxicating to the Wolf. He inhaled, closing his eyes, taking in her scent.

Slowly, his lips lowered to the nape of her neck and kissed softly. His free hand worked its way up her side, reaching around to the front, his thumb lightly tweaking one of her nipples through her blouse.

Garrett inhaled deeply, trying to calm himself. The Wolf wanted this Female. Something about her was driving the Wolf mad with desire.

Gradually, Garrett released his grip on her and took a step back, out of her personal space and giving her room to breathe.

"I've gone by other names, Miss Canidae, but why don't we stick with the one I told you when we met? My name is Garrett Sumners. Jacob Fleetfoot is dead and gone. There's a tombstone with his name on it in Mount Clair cemetary. Let's let him stay there."

The Wolf was still there, pacing and back and forth in his mind, waiting...

"You have nothing to fear from me, Miss. Ask your questions. Get it over with. You want to know more about me. I can sense your curiousity."

Garrett paused and then continued.

"Your heart is beating rapidly. It skips a beat when I start to speak again. Your body relaxed when I backed away, but you were a little disappointed. You started to get wet between your legs when I kissed your neck, but you're still too terrified to enjoy it.

"Go ahead and ask what you will, it's better this way. Knowledge and understanding will put your fears to rest."

Garrett leaned against the table, his arms folded, waiting her questions. He could sense her continued discomfort, but didn't care. Let her be uncomfortable. Her curiousity would get the better of her.

Deep in the recesses of his mind, the Wolf eagerly awaited her response. It was taking in her every movement and word, savoring it like the scent of a fresh meal before a feast.

 

[MirrorShadow]

He didn't answer her pleas. Instead he leaned in even more against her until she could feel the spoines of the books pressing into her back, and sniffed her as if she was something he couldn't wait to tear into. She gasped as he leaned farther still and kissed her throat. It was gentle, almost chaste, except for her body's response. She was mortified to find that pure physical attraction won out over her fear of him, heat curling low in her belly.

A little voice inside her berated her for responding as dramatically as she was. Passion had never been a word she'd associated with herself and yet her she was ebing molested by a werewolf that was more than likely going to kill her and even the light graze of a thumb had her nipples standing at attention and her body arching into his touch. Then all of a sudden he moved away and the fire that had been humming in her blood went with him.

"I've gone by other names, Miss Canidae, but why don't we stick with the one I told you when we met? My name is Garrett Sumners. Jacob Fleetfoot is dead and gone. There's a tombstone with his name on it in Mount Clair cemetary. Let's let him stay there. You have nothing to fear from me, Miss. Ask your questions. Get it over with. You want to know more about me. I can sense your curiousity. Your heart is beating rapidly. It skips a beat when I start to speak again. Your body relaxed when I backed away, but you were a little disappointed. You started to get wet between your legs when I kissed your neck, but you're still too terrified to enjoy it. "

She let him talk, barely paying attention as she slowly scooed farther away, inch by inch, keeping herself pressed close to the bookshelf. Then he mentioned her body's response to him and she froze. He said it so calmly, as if this was normal. For all she knew, it was. Perhaps he affected everyone this way and she was just the victim of some werewolf trick. It made her feel a little better knowing that what she'd felt was out of her control.

"Go ahead and ask what you will, it's better this way. Knowledge and understanding will put your fears to rest."

He may have been feet from her, but she remembered last night and how she'd only narrowly escaped them. Had he come to finish the job? If she screamed, would someone come running? Would it matter if they did? He seemed ready to appease her, to answer what questions she may have, but what then. Suddenly. she wasn't sure if she wanted to know, because she didn't doubt that there would be no turning back of she asked what was on her mind.

The bright light of an Emergency Exit sign caught her eye. She'd never seen anything so beautiful in her life. Quickly, a plan formed in her mind. It mirrored her actions before, but this time was different right? This time she was in public and someone was bound to help her. Looking at him, she tried to force some measure of calm into her voice as she spoke up.

"W.. why me? Why are you coming after me? Can't you just leave me alone, please? I won't tell anyone anything, I swear. I'll just leave town and never look back."

 

[Malvolio]

As she spoke, he felt hypnotized. Her lips, her voice, her every movement, no matter how small. Her scent. He couldn't understand it. What WAS it about this... Female, the Wolf chimed in, that was so aluring to him?

An icy chill ran up his spine. He'd never hurt another human being that didn't have it coming to them and the Wolf didn't want to hurt this Female... but the intensity of its desires were overwhelming him...

"W.. why me? Why are you coming after me? Can't you just leave me alone, please? I won't tell anyone anything, I swear. I'll just leave town and never look back."

He smiled at her and shook his head. He was scaring her. He didn't mean to, but neither the Man nor the Wolf cared about that right now. They both wanted Her...

"Miss Canidae... Luna... you saved my life. And when I came to my senses, I felt an... attraction to you like I have never felt to another human being. In the 110 years I have walked this Earth, I have never felt the," he was searching for words, "pull... to another being that I do for you. I don't know why, but since I met you my... Wolfish instincts... have been getting the best of me. I mean you no harm, but I need to know why."

He stepped forward again. His pheromones were going wild now. The Wolf was straining against his mental controls. It was tired of these silly Man games. It longed to touch this Female again.

"If you want to run for that exit you've been eyeing, go ahead. But I wouldn't advise it," he whispered.

His lips drew close to hers. Less than 2 inches apart, his advance paused for a brief instant. Would she reciprocate?

In his mind, the Wolf howled.

 

[MirrorShadow]

"If you want to run for that exit you've been eyeing, go ahead. But I wouldn't advise it,"

His voice was soft and he sounded like he was very patient with her for now. But she didn't believe what he sounded like. The look in his eyes told her differently. The distinct feeling of being stalked, hunted, like prey was still there. It made her want to scream, but she couldn't seem to find her voice.

She could feel his breath against her lips. Her own mouth opened slightly, anticipating the kiss he'd give her. He was so close. She couldn't think, couldn't breathe. Her grip on the bookshelf behind her tensed unconsciously. How could she want him so much when she was absolutely terrified?!

The silence bettwen them stretched on. She knew he was waiting for her to act, to run like the prey she was. But for a brief moment her mind entertained the thought of closing the distance between them herself. Of pressing her lips against his mouth and tasting this wolf that could so easily tear her apart. The moan that tumbled from her lips was soft, almost a whisper, but she knew he heard it.

His eyes, already feral to her, took on an even more wild gleam in those golden depths. And then a growl that she felt more than heard rumbled through him. It was enough to make her finally move. The sounds of cloth being ripped came to her ears as she felt his hands on her, but then she was already running. She tumbled through the door, nearly falling onto the broken pavement below. She didn't look back or around her. If she had, she would've screamed. There was nothing around but a derelict parking lot. The cement clearly warn through by time as a young tree stood proudly in the cracks close by.

 

[Malvolio]

As Luna lunged for the door, the Wolf seized control of Garrett's body. It let her race through the doorway and followed her into the deserted parking lot with a cool, confident slow pace. It sniffed the air and, finding no one near, strode boldly behind her.

She darted toward an alley that led back to the main street. Just as she entered it, he caught up to her, seized her arm and spun her around. He pressed her body against the wall and drew close to her.

"Miss Canidae, I told you it wouldn't be wise to run. And I told you I don't mean you any harm. You are not to breathe a word of my secret to anyone, understand?"

He sniffed at her again, then released his grip on her and backed away. He stood, staring for a moment before the Man re-exerted control over the Wolf and he turned and strode away, heading back to the main street.

"Good day, Miss," he called over his shoulder. There was an almost sad tone in his voice. He'd terrified her and hadn't meant to. At the same time though, the Wolf had loved it all.

 

[MirrorShadow]

Oh thank god! There was an alley, a way out. She lunged for it with what strength she had left. Her emotions and lack of sleep had left her exhausted that morning, coupled with the panic and fear that was coursing through her so strongly, her adrenaline was starting to wear off. It had been a pleasantly cool day before, but she was sweating.

Gasping for air, she ran towards the path that ran between two faded brick buildings. Just beyond she could see the storefronts of the main street, the people bustling back and forth on their errands. Then a grip like iron caught her arm and the scream that started was knocked out of her as her back hit one of the brick walls.

Just like that, she was back to square one. His body was pressed against her, his breath was on her skin, and warmth suffused her blood in the most embarassing ways. There was nowhere to run now, and no way to do it. He could easily kill her if he wanted to. So why, beyond all that fear, did she want him?

"Miss Canidae, I told you it wouldn't be wise to run. And I told you I don't mean you any harm. You are not to breathe a word of my secret to anyone, understand?"

His nose flared as he leaned forward just a bit more and she watched him, warily, waiting for something. Telling his secret was the last thing that was on her mind. Who would believe her? She'd rather run anyways.

Then, all of a sudden, he pulled away, cool air quickly rushing in to replace the body heat that had come from him, making her shiver. She hadn't realized until that moment how shallow her breathing had become, and now with him staring at her like that, she was embarrassed and looked away, her cheeks flushed. His footsteps crunched against the gravel. He was moving away.

"Good day, Miss,"

It surprised her and she looked up to see him headed off towards the main street as if nothing had happened. Even his tone was more sad than anything, like he hadn't just threatened or molested her just a few minutes ago. Like she had been the one to hurt him. Shocked, she watched him go and when he disappeared from sight, her legs gave out and she slid down the wall to the gravelly pavement below.

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Later that night, she was wide awake. Mae had been a wonderful hostess. She'd never had such a pleasant meal before, though her older friend kept commenting on distracted Luna seemed to be. Eventually she'd been shooed off to bed, and she'd collapsed onto it as soon as she was in the guest room, exhaustion claiming her for only a handful of hours.

What had woke her up was the moon. Mae's house was quiet now. It seemed like the whole world was quiet. And it was well after midnight, but the moon was full and luminous as it peered at her through the second story window.

Leaning out said window for the past half hour, Luna sighed. She'd been trying to listen for wolves or rustling noises, or something to give away that she was being watched. But all she had was this feeling that she was and nothing more. Oddly, she wasn't scared. She had been, but standing here, the soft night breeze blowing cool across her face, she'd slowly calmed down.

If that werewolf, Garrett, tried to threaten her again, she'd worry about it later. For now, she was awake, and all the bad things that had happened to her when the sun was out felt like a dream. There were other, not so bad things, that continued to nag at her though. She could still feel the touch of his lips on her throat, the graze of his thumb over her nipple, like they were burned there. She didn't understand it and that would scare her, should scare her, but not now.

Not when she'd finally reclaimed a little of the peace she'd moved out here for. Unconsciously, she slipped a hand under her shirt, under the bra she'd fallen asleep wearing, cupped the breast he'd touched. Her nipples were already hard with the memory, and she gave a soft gasp of surprise at how sensitive the area seemed to be now. She'd never been terribly into sex, hadn't missed the dating scene the city life afforded at all because of that.

Her eyes closed as she tugged gently at the hardened nub, sending a fresh wave of desire through her core, making her legs weak as her other hand grasped the window sill for support. In the city, she'd be afraid of being caught, but here, on the outskirts of a small town, here in the silent, cool night, she wasn't afraid. She yearned and she wanted for the first time in her memory, and she was lost in the lust she'd been fighting all day.

 

[KimberlyB]

I love it Mirrorshadow!

 

[MirrorShadow]

(umm thanks but I'd rather you just send me a pm than post in the rp like that)

 

[Malvolio]

The rise of the full moon brought Garrett's change to the Wolf once again. The Wolf dashed through the forest, it's spirit savoring the freedom it felt. Running wild and free was always a release to the being that spent so much time being bottled up inside the Man.

The Wolf was crossing one of the dirt back roads when the winds carried a familiar scent to it's nose. The Female.

The Wolf froze and sniffed the air again. It was unmistakeable. She was near. It had gone to her den earlier, but was disappointed to find it empty. Now the Wolf had her scent, fresh and near.

With a howl of delight, the Wolf bound through the forests, following the scent to another den. It knew this den as well. It was the home of the Old One that it's Man side regarded and cared for so much. The Old One was kind and gentle and the Wolf knew it could always find food here. The Old One tended to leave fresh meat sitting out where the Wolf and it's breathern could easily creep up and snatch away a small snack. The Wolf sometimes wondered whether the Old One knew about it or whether she thought she was merely feeding the local pack of wolves. It mattered little however.

From the treeline, the Wolf gazed up at the den. It was dark, but the Wolf's eyes could make out a shape in one of the openings... windows... high up from the ground. It was Her. She stood, gazing out into the night. The Wolf sniffed the air again. Her scent floated from her open window and the Wolf caught a hint of... arousal. The Female was very aroused right now. The Wolf growled softly, feeling it's own arousal beginning to grow in response. It wanted to go to this woman, but was unsure how.

The thought it had had the night before returned. Smiling to itself, the Wolf willed itself to change into its Man-Wolf shape. The process was slow and painful, but the Wolf's desire was so great that it would endure the pain. Minutes later, the Wolf stood upon two legs, it's humanoid body covered in thick black fur, claws protruding from it's fingertips and toes. It's long, pink tongue licked it's wolven snout and it's monstrous manhood surged with desire.

Slowly, quietly, the Wolf crept to the Old One's den. It eyed a nearby tree. It could easily climb the tree and onto the roof of the house. From there, it could easily creep down to her window. But perhaps...

The Wolf smiled again and unleashed a great HOOOOOOOWWWWWLLLLLL!

Perhaps the Female would come to it first...

The Wolf crouched and waited in the underbrush, just out of sight.

 

[MirrorShadow]

A loud howl, so loud it seemed like it had come from right next to her, broke her out of the ludt-filled daze she'd been in. Not that she wasn't aroused anymore. She was, oddly even more so than before. It was that she was now aware, like a bucket of cold water had splashed on her.

Luna could easily feel her wetness seeping from her panties and down her thighs. Just as she could feel this yearning for so much more than the fingers that had made their way into her sopping cunt. The cool night air that she had found so refreshing moments before, now did nothing to for her fevered flesh. She wanted and this time the want was too much for even a hint of fear to creep in. Even though she knew the Wolf was at her door.

Moaning softly in answer to the howl, she leaned further out the windowsill until her hips were nestled firmly against the wood. Her hands were still now, even though her body was screaming for release, for something. She did her best to focus on the dark scenery in front of her. There was only one light in the immediette area and it only penetrated the surrounding woods for a few feet. She was looking for him, it. That large wolf that had scared her so much only yesterday, that same wolf she had rescued.

But she couldn't see him. She knew he was there, knew it in her gut, in her blood, but she couldn't see him. She wasn't sure she wanted to. What would she do if she did? Unconsciously, she pulled away from the window and walked out of the guestroom, not even caring that she was only clad in a rather thin old shirt and panties that were soaked beyond useless now. Mae's house was deathly quiet as she padded through the hallway and down the stairs. It was only at the back door in the kitchen that she hesitated.

She only wanted a closer look, she told herself. If something happened, she could scream. She wasn't alone here. There was Mae and her neightbors. One scream and someone would surely come out with a shotgun in hand.As she opened the door, she realized it was too late. What she wanted, what she was craving, what her body was crying out for was out there and she was too far gone to resist it right now.

Careful to pull the door closed behind her, she walked confidentally out into Mae's backyard. As she approached the trees, she grew less confident. And once she was in the underbrush, she was shaking. Only the insistent burning in her loins kept her in place, made her scan the dark night around her for some sort of sign. She yelped as something like and unlike a hand clamped itself over her mouth, before she was bodily lifted off the ground and carried deeper into the woods.

 

[Malvolio]

The Wolf watched as the Female emerged from the den. It growled a low, lustful groan. Her body called out to him, her scent reeked of her desire. The Wolf sat motionless, silent as the Female drew closer. She wore few human clothes, her bare exposed skin glistened with her sweat and the Beast's desire was now driving it's every action.

As she drew closer, the Wolf could smell a new scent. Fear. She stood shaking, only an arm's length away, yet completely unaware of the prescence that lurked so close. Without making a sound the Wolf lunged forward, wrapping one hand over her mouth, the other around her waist, and swept her up, carrying her away into the woods. The Wolf ran, darting at first and then galloping as fast as it could move, carrying the helpless Female and object of its lustful desire.

Deep in the forest, the Wolf finally came to a stop. They were far beyond human earshot now, so any sounds she made would not be heard by human ears. The Wolf dropped her on the ground and stood towering over her. It growled a long, deep, lustful groan. Its eyes reflected the desire it felt and it bent forward, eagerly sniffing at her soaked panties, savoring the scent of her own desire.

With a sharp, sudden snarl, the Wolf tore away the cloth, exposing her sex. Its beastial cock surged, swollen and eager to take her. It ran one of its clawed hands slowly up the inside of thigh. The other hand reached up to peel back her shirt, eagerly pinching at her now exposed nipple.

The Wolf's tongue ran across it's teeth and lips as it hungrily eyed her abundant breasts.

 

[MirrorShadow]

She would've screamed when they ran, but then he was going fast enough that the breath was knocked from her and she was unconsciously clinging in attempt to hang on. The only experiences she had going at speeds faster than her own two feet could take her was safely enclosed in a vehicle with a seat and a floor and everything else that made her never really think about the speed. Thankfully, while the moon was full and bright tonight, the trees were far too dense to let her see anything. Save for the air rushing past them and the distinct feel up muscle under fur moving against her, she probably could have fooled herself into thinking they weren't really moving at all.

Then all of a sudden they slowed and then stopped and she was deposited onto the ground below. Dirt, sticks, leaves, and small stones met her questiing hands and dug roughly into the exposed sking of her bare legs as she crouched there. Then a growl called her attention back to the creature that had brought her here. She couldn't see him, it was too dark, but she could see his eyes, glinting in what little light there was. Luna got the impression that he was very big. Then his eyes moved, lowered and he was bending down towards her, sending a nameless thrill down her spine. Warmth and pressure suddenly pressed against her loins, making her groan and arch her back as the lust she'd momentarily forgotten about regained dominance.

He snarled then and her panties pinched her painfully for moment before giving in completely to the claw that was tearing it off of her. She'd pressed back then as that digit slid against her lower lips just slightly then. But he didn't oblige her unconscious movement by sliiping the clawed finger inside of her. Instead she could feel those claws gently raking over her inner thigh. She realized dimly that he was teasing her. Here she was being teased by a werewolf as she felt like she was all but begging to be fucked.

Her shirt, like her panties was sacrificed to his claws, but what concern she had for the garmet was quickly lost as his touch found on her nipples for the second time that day. he didn't merely brush against it now but took the hard nub in his grasp and pinched it, making her shudder and moan in response. Though she had never in least been a fan of anything resembling pain before.

Weight shifted over her then as claws ran past her thighs and lingered over her sex, pulling apart her outer lips as she was helpless to do little more than quiver at his touch. He was bending over her now slightly. She could feel the heat of him radiating against her. He tweaked her nipple again and she gasped, arching into his hand. She needed this. She needed him. Then she felt the tip of his cock press insistently against her entrance and she tensed.

"No. Please. It's so big. I never... You'll tear me apart. Oh please."

The last please, she wasn't really sure if she meant for him to stop or to keep on going. It had been a couple of years since she'd had sex and she'd only ever had two guys before, but even if she'd had a million guys in her bed, Luna was pretty sure she'd still need some stretching out for this monster. Still, part os her whispered that even that much pain might be worth it if it gave her some relief from the yearning that had been thrumming in her blood. Indescive, she wriggled against him, her juices flowing over the tip of the cock that was waiting to impale her.

 

[Malvolio]

The Wolf sensed her excitement at its touch. The clawed hand between her thighs worked its way up and began to rub lightly against the lips of her pussy. It parted the outer lips and a clawed fingertip began to probe deeper. The other hand pinched her nipple again and she moaned softly and leaned into him.

A low growl eminated from the Wolf and it leaned forward. The tip of its enormous cock rubbed against her wet cunt.

"No. Please. It's so big. I never... You'll tear me apart. Oh please."

Thw Wolf didn't fully comprehend her words, but it knew what she desired. Her body trembled slightly and she squirmed nervously. Her pussy juices were warm over the head of his beastial cock and it sent an electric thrill throughout its body, causing every hair to stand on end.

With an aggressive snarl, the Wolf thrust forward, impaling her cunt with its shaft and burying its face between her breasts. The Wolf alternated pinching, licking and biting lightly at her swollen nipples as its cock dove deeper and deeper inside her. Its hips bucked backward, withdrawing, and then thrusting forward again, seeming to swell in size as it did so. The Beast soon began to move in a rhythmic motion, its monstrous cock sawing in and out of her pussy, its hips battering against her thighs with each thrust. All the while, the Wolf continued to lick, nip and rub her breasts and nipples. It growled deeply as it sucked upon her breasts, sending vibrations throughout her body.

Despite the small bites and scratches it was inflicting upon her body, the Wolf knew these would not be enough to make her like it. While the prospect of making her its mate was something it had thought of, the Wolf had not yet decided whether or not this one was right. For now, it was content to fuck her. Pleasure was not something its packmates sought out when they had sex, but this Wolf was also part Man and not like the others.

The Wolf was now on top of her, mounting her, fucking harder and faster. Its growls and groans were becoming louder and more insistent. Its cockhead was now so swollen that it was unable to withdraw from her. It would need its release before it would release her.

The Wolf seized her shoulders and hoisted her off the ground. It pressed her bare nude flesh against its fur covered body and thrust harder and faster. Its tongue rolled across her breasts, its panting blowing its hot breath upon her sensitive nipples.

 

[MirrorShadow]

Her only answer to her impassioned pleas was his cock impaling her. It hurt and for a swift moment it was enough to knock her from the haze of yearning she'd been in since she'd woken up to the full moon that night. Fear had just enough time to make her tense up underneath of him, her hands scrambling for some kind of hold in the undergrowth that would help pull her away from the weird mesh of wolf and man above her.

Then he thrust into her again and another time, her strength no match for his clawed grip on her hips. By the fourth thrust her fear was long forgotten, each stroke reminding her body why it had wanted this in the first place. Soon she was shuddering underneath the monster, her moans piercing the night. Already she was so achingly close to coming and each swipe of his tongue and touch of his teeth and claws was inching her that much closer.

The logic that had made her run before had no place in the here and now. Her mind was full of nothing more than the next touch, the next thrust. When he repositioned her and took her from behind, she moaned wordles encouragement. It felt like he was pushing into her deeper than anyone ever had before and each time he pressed into her a ripple of pleasure coursed through her. When she finally came, her pussy clamping down on his enormous cock burying itself inside of her, even the lust-filled thought she had been having flew from her mind.

It took her a few moments to realize that she was now hovering over the ground, held up be nothing more than his clawed hands and cock. Her mind allowed her one more moment of levity, a contemplation on how his humanoid lupine skull should be scaring her half to death right about now, before his cock twitched and came aginst the entrance to her whim, sending her over the edge with another orgasm.