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I trembled as I approached the old and abandoned looking cabin, I thought maybe I was being an idiot for accepting the offer. She mentioned the trail, the cabin, how I’d likely struggle to find my way to her place but that she couldn’t come guide me. I thought maybe she just had a girlfriend, two lesbians just living out their life in the woods, but the eerie stillness, emptiness, the degradation made me rethink it. It wasn’t a house, least not one people lived in. Perhaps she was an actual witch, one of horror, or worse. A den of monsters, beasts, eldritch nightmares…
The night, the moon, stars I had never seen before, and the scent of dog, didn’t help.
I swallowed as I approached her door, not wanting to turn back because I was afraid I’d get lost, and froze as she pulled the door open before I ever knocked.
She had dressed for the occasion, done her absolute best to look attractive, wore little more than a see-through satin camisole. She hadn’t even bothered to answer the door with a pair of bottoms on.
“You actually showed!” She reminded me of an excited puppy, her enthusiasm and pitched up tone like a playful bark.
The room behind her, mirrored the old look of the cabin from outside; It smelled, looked, like, she owned a number of dogs, large dogs, yet there was little sign of them beside a half chewed bone and fur covering everything made of cloth. I softened a little as she took my hand to bring me inside, “Yeah, I, um…”
“It’s okay to be nervous,” She lifted her tail onto my chest as she dragged me inside and closed the door behind her, “I know the idea of sex scares you a little.”
“It’s more the idea of a hook-up that-” My eyes locked on the wolven tail that rested on my chest, the heavy pounding of my heart left to drive my stomach into my throat.
She tilted her head, turned around and drove her hands under my shirt, “You smell like you’ve seen a monster.”
I shook, my eyes locked to the slow sway of her tail. I’d never felt such panic before, an instinctual terror that shoved cotton in my mouth, left me wondering if I’d leave alive or if I’d ever leave at all.
“I did tell you that people tend to think I’ll kill them…” She slipped a hand lower, began to work my pants down, brushing it against the underside of my dick. “Odd how you remain rock solid… Perhaps you like to be scared?”
I shook harder, the trembles threatening to kick my legs out from under me. I couldn’t breathe, couldn't focus my eyes.
“I’m not going to kill you,” She pulled herself up with my shoulders, pressed her nose to my cheek, “Unless you want me to…”
I let out a sharp breath, trembled even harder, cursed my body for making it bob in excitement at such terrible words.
She curled her fingers around it, her palm already pressed against it. “But I know what you really want… Your scent carries it with such… fervent desire. It’s not the fear of injury, not the terror, not how cute I am, but the wild nature of a beast, the wild nature of a wolf such as me. You want it, want to see it, want to feel it, want it to consume you, twist you, leave you yearning for it or one with it.” She squeezed it, carefully tugged, before letting go and sinking down till the drip of my pre wet her nose. “It’s my saliva, not my teeth or blood… Which leaves you to decide… Do you want to feel the wolf in all her softness, or do you wish give yourself to her? Do you wish to try to calm the fire in her heart, or do you wish let her strength press you to the dirt, to let her hunger gnaw at your throat?”
I stared at her; The wolven ears straddling her head, the gleam I left across her nose, her happily swaying tail, her plush looking chest and the vibrant purple fabric that hung off it, the soft looking mound of fur that clung to her hips and groin. I was terrified still, but excitement had begun to drown it out. I only accepted her offer because of how she delivered it, yet somehow she made me want. I nodded.
“Your words.”
“I-” I rolled my dry tongue down and attempted to swallow, “I give myself.”
She pressed her nose, her snout into its base, brushed her teeth against the meeting of scrotal tissue, then drew a long lick towards my tip. The puff of air from her wolven nose showed a momentary savoring of scents; Her eyes locked to mine for a moment. “Good…” She curled her long flat tongue around and began to work back down, trailing back up my lower belly to place a nipping kiss to my navel.
The pleasurable tingle, the warm wetness, her frosted affection hadn’t been what got me to close my eyes. It was nice, sure, but her saliva never remained. The cold draw of heat away, the seeming increase in strength at which my heart beat grew and slowed, left me unable to draw my attention away from the slow, gradual, shifting of my body. I had no idea how my body would change, what would even change, yet the sensation drew me far deeper than boring sex ever could. I couldn’t help the shaky breaths in, the relaxed moans, the bobbing of my dick matching my heartbeat, the swell of pleasure that grew and grew atop me.
She drew her attention away as I felt the roof holding it all back threaten to collapse, as if knowing full well how close I had been. She drew her attention lower, to the low hanging jewels and behind, as if tracing an organ I didn’t have. She spared no effort in soaking me in her saliva, made a display of the drool which sapped my heat like ice. Then as they began to retract she curled her tongue around them and drew them into her fanged maw, sucked at them as she stared up past my pre-slathered member. As if to attempt to taunt me, to make me aware of the shrinking feeling, she held her maw open.
I shook at the sight, her massive jaw and bared, sharpened, teeth, her held out out tongue, the ribbed roof of her mouth; An act familiar of making sure someone swallowed a pill or piece of food. My lack of scrotum, of any familiar jewels, the thing she was showing she devoured. Her tongue laying flattened against the bottom of my dick, her jaw held open for a moment before she began to suck and work across its length. I shivered, my entire body cold from heat she suctioned away, then pressed my hips forward as she kicked the stands which held the roof from collapsing.
She met my gaze again as orgasm wracked my muscles, her maw held open for a moment before she pressed her tongue into the flatness of my groin; Her fangs pressed into the skin above and below. She wanted me to associate orgasm with whatever she was shaping, to have me submit to her further.
I let out a gasping whine as she worked her tongue into my newly formed folds, my knees left to clack and my hips to press down as my orgasm found something to grasp onto. I was afraid to bring my hands to her fur, to her wolven head, yet I couldn’t stop myself from doubling over; An overwhelming beastly need to clamp down on whatever she’d give me. I moaned, whined, whimpered, as she drew her tongue out and her maw back to show me my vulva. I didn’t want to see, didn’t need to see, but I looked as I trembled and shook and clamped.
Fur, wet with her saliva, trailed from between my legs and up my belly, crowned my blackened canine vulva, and trailed down my inner thighs where the excess of her actions had dripped.
She looked proud of the alteration, the happy wag picked up pace as she huffed warmed breath against it. “No wonder you disliked the idea…” She helped me down to the ground, “But I expected as much, to be entirely honest.”
I looked over her as I tensed and squeezed in the afterglow, watching as the wolf faded to the same woman that opened the door. “I’m a girl?..” I trailed my fingers down to it, traced the blindingly sensitive swell.
“In your heart, you’ve always been,” She nodded towards me, her breaths catching the sweet scent of my womanhood.
I trailed my fingers over my entry, let a finger within to familiarize myself, then looked over her. “It’s nice…”
She nodded, “It’s been an age since I had mine, but yes.”
I flicked my eyes to her furred groin, to the pointed canine dick peaking out of her sheath, then back up to her eyes.
“One is not enough?..” She scanned my face, watched as my fingers trailed and caressed my vulva with need.
“You’re done?..” I brushed the soft and light fur over my belly, “This is all?”
She shook her head, “You can take a moment to-”
“I don’t need a moment.” I could feel the beast pulling at my core, at my soul. A devil meant to corrupt and feed, yet I didn’t care. The sensation, the freedom, the lustful starvation, I wanted them, to be able to sate them.
She looked over me, the needy determination in my eyes, then reached over to pull me from her living room. “Please excuse the mess…” She muttered as she stood in front of a door, then beckoned me into her room.
To say the room belonged to a wolf would have only just been scratching the surface. I could only imagine how lonely she must have felt to own a breeding mount, to have left claw and bite marks in it, to have multiple vibrators laying around the room beside piles of clothes. The scent of cum hung thick in the air, nipped at my nose as if to hint at me the experience I was about to have.
She pat her bed, to blankets made of heavy fur coats and a feather filled mattress, sheets of well cared for deer hide.
I had been invited to her den, a thought that made me shake with feral desire, and I had happily climbed into the most expensive and comfy looking bed I couldn’t even imagine. It was clear she’d hand crafted it, gathered the feathers, the hides, the coats, and stitched them together all on her own, fiddled with the bedding supports until she couldn’t think of a way to make it better. “How old are you?..” I laid out on my back, watching her as she tossed bits of clothing from the floor to a laundry bin.
She peered up at me, “I’ve been a wolf for fifteen years.”
“And when did you change?..”
She paused, an idle shrug as she continued to clean up. “In my twenties, I think… It’s hard to remember.”
“Do you not age?..” I brushed against the soft blanket.
“I do, just slowly… The one that changed me was a wolf for forty years, not sure she was even in her thirties yet.”
I had a hard time imagining what never growing old would feel like. She seemed unbothered by it, even if her state of being had left her alone. I grabbed at the blanket to watch as she finished cleaning; Moments passed as I held a question yet never did the yearn for her quiet.
She tossed a last pile of clothing from the floor to the full basket, ran a cloth over the heads and handles of each vibrator before leaning them up on a shelf, took one last look around as she ignored the mount, then reached back to work the camisole off.
“How did you become a wolf?..” I shimmied away from the center of the bed, but did not uncurl myself. I certainly felt young, like I had more energy than I should, but I never felt giddy towards someone; Perhaps seeing her in her element, when mixed with the embrace of womanhood, made me act in ways I could never bring myself to act upon or even notice.
My heart pounded a little as she laid beside me, sprawled out with little care. “You really want to know?..”
I nodded, “I’m certainly curious.”
She rolled onto her side, her face level with mine for the first time, “They bit me. Still remember the feeling of half of my neck being missing, the cold warmth of my blood coating my side and pooling under me… It never scared me, not the moment itself, it was just the eerie feeling of knowing I should have died, at least felt light headed or pain. They did it for a stupid reason, to teach me a lesson. They always scared me the most… They didn’t even have to, they just wanted to.”
I shivered, thankful that she decided not to. “Why?..” I regretted asking the moment I realized what I was asking.
She shrugged, “A number of reasons, I guess. Religion, personal belief, ego, sadism. I didn’t stick around long enough to find out which one was the straw, they made me a wolf and for that alone I’m thankful.”
I smiled a little to brush the topic away, unsure of how to proceed. “I um… meant why did biting work?..”
She smiled back, then harder as her eyes went wide, her ears pinned, and her cheeks grew flushed. “Oh… Um… It goes faster if it can reach your blood, it’s carried by it, makes it easier for your body to spread it out,” She reached down to the fluff on my belly, “Just against the skin it’s more likely to be localized, which then no longer absorbs it.”
“What’s the normal way?”
“Bites, usually, though rarely behind an initial breaking of the skin or very localized nip. Ingestion is the next.”
“And then?”
She nodded towards my groin, “Slathering.”
My heart pounded a little.
“That isn’t to say they’re equally beside each other. Bites are far, far more common than ingestion, and bathing is so much more effort that only deeply bonded mates commit to it.”
I looked over her for a moment, “You want a mate.”
“I certainly do, but if you decide to brave your own path I’m certainly okay with that. One can never really know who they’ll be once given the means.”
I nodded and nuzzled up towards her, “Is ingestion like drinking a cup of it or?..”
She raised an eyebrow, “Would you like to know?..”
I paused, tried to understand her mischievous smile. It made my blood heat, my vulva swell. I had begun to nod, to work up the courage to speak, but found myself unable as she reached over to press her lips to mine.
She worked her tongue past, eager to tangle it with my own, yet I’d never kissed anyone before, never even wanted to. It was an odd thing to do, the mechanics alone enough to leave me confused, and didn’t feel enjoyable. Still, I did my best to follow her lead, to let her saliva coat my tongue with the now familiar cold tingle. She pulled back, a quiet sigh on her lips, “Not one for kissing?..”
I shook my head, felt the tingle spread behind my eyes, down my throat, and across my chest. As I felt the spread slow to a crawl, “I don’t understand it, really… Sharing food, pecks, maybe, but just tongue?” I shook my head again, “Feels, weird.”
She nodded, pressed a hand to my shoulder, then leaned down to peck her lips to mine; A mouthful of saliva pressed past my lips so abruptly and forcefully. She pressed another kiss to my forehead, to either ear, as I held onto it. “Swallow.”
I swallowed, trembling a little at her sudden shift. I didn’t know how to feel, my hands held up as if prepared to push her away.
“Good?” She placed her hands in mine, leaning atop me to wait my response.
I shook, softened into her, felt the rush of cold tingle as my shirt began to fill itself out, a set of ears to reform over my own, and the bridge of my nose to grow a little fur. “Gross,” I pushed her up to look, thick fur spilling out from the collar of my shirt, “But yes…”
She shifted her weight onto one of my arms and worked her free one under my shirt, unbelievable strength and balance flaunted as she slipped it up past breasts. “Little help?” She planted a kiss to my nose.
I stared, a moment, then lifted my arm as my sight got obscured.
She shifted her weight again, tossed my shirt, and slipped down to rest her chin under the thick fur of my mane. “So?..”
I watched the rise and fall, the bright pink buds which stood out under the hang of brown and black fur, felt her breath as it drifted past the rough and wet flat of my nose. I let my head fall back with a sigh as she brushed her thumb over the side, “That’s-” I brought a hand up to my throat, into the extremely dense and loose fur, to feel my voice as it changed. “It’s nice, comfortable,” I could hardly feel the vibrations, struggled to recognize the sound of myself under drastic shift in pitch.
I could hear the beat of my heart, the slow pound and slosh, hear the rush of wind press through my nose and well in my lungs, the slow creaking of the muscles and tissues, smell the rise of fresh lust and the flushing of skin, the dirty reflections of diet, hormones, and health.
It made my skin flush, my focus drift to the sounds and scents her body made, her focus locked on my own. Her fingers drifted from the sides of my chest, dragged across my belly, then rested on my inner thigh, “You sound so cute…” She trailed her fingers up and over, her heart pounding faster than my own.
I opened my mouth to address her excitement, and only managed to let out a moan as she pressed her fingers in and pinched the peak of my breast with her lips and teeth; My body rocking out of instinct as she pulled with one and pushed with the other. The scent of her member, the marbled red and pink, only filled the air further as her heart beat twice before one of my own. I knew what she wanted, could smell her lust and feel her feral readiness, yet all I could find myself doing was to lift my hips into her palm.
She certainly understood how much I wanted her to quit playing with her desires, yet she remained as if watching me twist and squirm was far more enjoyable than tossing me her bone. Perhaps, I just didn’t understand part her nature; She growled into the plush flesh of my chest she suckled on and pulled at.
Only once I began to twitch, to tremble, to quake against myself, did she draw her touch away, “Roll over.”
I pulled my head up for a moment, watched far more cock than I expected bob and jump at my sight, shaky and weak as my body fought itself.
“Over.” Her growl made my fur stand on end, frustrated lusts pouring from her fangs.
I sat my face into the soft furs and slowly worked myself onto my side, then struggled to get my knees over enough to roll onto my belly.
She leaned over me, hooked her hands around my hips, and lifted; a paw pressed into my shoulder blade. She ground her length against the wet lips of my vulva, but didn’t align herself or attempt to press harder; The heavy fur of a beast looming over me yet held back by some invisible force.
I let out a yelp as she pushed herself back and began to lick along my spine, her fangs occasionally pressed into my skin as aggression flashed over her scent; A starving beast let loose. She was torn between devouring me and fucking me, her licks interspersed by held back bites and long grinds from tip to base. Only once my mind itself felt the cold tingle, warm fur trailed over my spine and waist, did she pull away. I could hear her tail sway atop the blankets, smell the weight of her lust thicken, but I struggled to focus on any of my limbs as if the beast had clawed its way into my muscles.
She placed a nip to my tail, her nose pressed under as if to spark a match.
Fresh nerves, brand new sensations, an entirely new limb drawn forth to obscure the wet folds of my lust. The beast behind me respected it, oddly, as long as I held it down she sat there and waited, occasionally nudging it. It took moments to wiggle any part of it, and even longer to lift it to the point my scent was allowed to flood the room; The sweet scent of fertility, the hearty weight of unadulterated desire.
She planted her paws on my shoulders, nipped at my neck, and attempted to align herself, pressing and shifting of her hips and hind paws until her tip found its mark. Her paws shifted to my hips, her entire weight rested on my back, to spread me wide and sink to the hilt.
I pressed my arms out in front of me as I tried to hold myself up, my entire body tossed into a lake as a thunderstorm raged overhead. The swell of waves, the thunder of her pleasured growls, the weight of the current that threatened to kick my legs out from under me, the loud pitter and patter of our hearts. Her fingers, her tongue, had been gentle, pressed into sensitive and soft areas just beside areas her long and heavy thrusts battered; Careful teasing and measured focus all but tossed out the window as every press and draw ground against my clitoris. I needed a moment to breathe, yet I could feel her response.
She wanted me to cum, not just once, as many times as it took as she fucked into me. She wanted me to scream and moan and cry as she drenched me in her feral affection, to make me aware of just how needy she was. She knew it’d work, she could smell it, feel it pulse and tug at her length.
I let my eyes fall closed as the first wave crashed over my core, my focus drifted to her weight and member as I let my body soften and tremble. I could hardly think, hardly form words. It felt so good, so overwhelmingly so, the best I could do was catch the foreign sound of my voice as I moaned in rhythm with the swell and collapse of waves. If I didn’t gasp, let myself fall silent, I could feel myself start to sink below the waves, to cough up water. Occasionally I’d growl, whine, catch glimpses of a beast who wanted the wolf above her to knock her up. Moments, moments in which I couldn’t hold myself above the waves, had me tapping my tail against her side, curled it around her muscle-bound thighs, before my breaths caught in my throat.
The long sharp whines, the moment when the tension she built up couldn’t be held back, were the moments she panted into my neck. She had to shift her effort towards holding me up, to continue slapping her hips into my ass, to prevent herself from losing her rhythm in spite of my squeezing and trembling. She’d growl and press harder to encourage me to stand, press her tip against the very back of my depth as if to yell at me to hold on till she came herself.
I never could; The effort to try alone left me shaky and weak, panting for breath as water filled my lungs. I had no idea how deep the lake could be, unable to see the bottom or how far from shore I even was, all I could think about were the beasts which lingered just past my toes. I could feel teeth occasionally press into my calves, yank me towards the inky darkness, when waves forced me under the surface. They were nothing like the normal creatures I knew to lurk beneath, the familiar fangs of predators, swaths of hair in place of scales, long claws between webbed pads.
She pressed forward and locked my nape between her teeth, dragging me back to the surface as she placed short thrusts past her base; Her weight drew pain from my spine, from the power she put into rocking us forward. She refused to draw back, wanting to thrust but unable to bring herself to, her biting meant to make me shift and twist my hips. Her scent refreshed the stale one that had hung in the air for hours; She was on the verge of cumming, her knot starting to swell as she desperately begged me to please her further.
I let my arms hang limp as I put why effort I could muster into twisting and grinding her sensitive bulb into my canal. It felt nice to feel her buck and shake, to tremble at my half-conscious milking.
She bit down harder, breaking the skin as she needed me to do more, as she pushed me towards the eldritch beast that circled below. Her desperate pulls and pushing didn’t falter, too lost in how close I could get her, too focused on the tight grip on her knot; Little thought given to the withering and reformation of my limp body.
My vision was the first to go, the cold growing to frost and freeze as I was dragged deeper and deeper. The pressure on my lungs, eyes, gut, turned to dull nothing after a split moment of searing pain. The aquatic predator tearing at my flesh as she dragged me away, mirroring the strengthening bite and drinking done to the back of my neck. Moments upon moments of blistering frost and pain and numbness drowned by overwhelming pleasure; Transformation which melted and reformed bone, stitched together nerves and vessels, pressed needles from my skin, and extended my hind legs to bring her closer to painting my womb white.
When I felt the beast let go, grow full from devouring my limbs and organs, all I could think to do was rush to the surface in hopes to breathe. I couldn’t recognize the sight as I broke through the waves, fur tossed about as I slapped my paws against the water; My ears so full I had to shake them out to hear, a shake which tossed me back into the beast readying me for her load. The pleasure hadn’t died down even as I found myself propped up on unfamiliar limbs, on unfamiliar bones, if anything I felt renewed and ready to grant the beast orgasm.
I knew I had no longer been the same creature which struggled to stay afloat, that they had been left fragmented and left to sink to the muddy bottom as the beast that circled them took their place. If I searched long enough I could find them, but I didn’t care to; I didn’t want to ruin the moment, to reflect when such a joyous moment had been unfolding.
She curled her paws tighter around my hips and lifted her head as pleasure reached it’s peak, heavy thrusts placed under my tail as she began to spill her seed. She didn’t care if I wasn’t in season, the act of burying her cock in something real, someone so cute and obedient, was all she needed. Years and years of screwing silicone, licking herself, teasing herself with vibrators, nesting with old fragments of her own scent, had grown too much to bear. She desired a mate and, at least for a time, I was willing to be hers.
I pressed my hips back and splayed my front paws out in the coats she made her bed, letting the last of my pleasure wash over me as she grew tired of humping. The warmth spreading from her tip, the tight pull of my body that made only just enough room for her massive size, made me shake and lick my teeth. I couldn’t imagine a better way to spend the moment, my new found strength and durability and youth committed to another's pleasure.
I had thought she had been terrifying, but I was so much larger, held so much more muscle, even my muzzle and teeth longer than hers. If it wasn’t for the blanket of those she took the lives of, I could imagine sinking my teeth into her, I could have let the hunger which we worked up decide my actions. I wondered for a moment why she decided to not just kill them, but to skin them, care for their coats, and sleep on remnants of their corpses. I’d have to ask, later.
I lifted my snout back to lick the bridge of hers, to her lazy hanging atop me as she pressed her nose to the scent glands in my neck. If it wasn’t for her knot swelled within my chambers, my clamping down around her, she’d have certainly wanted to go again.
“Look at you,” She mumbled into my fur, smiling up at me as she pushed the wolf away, “So big, so happy…”
I licked her nose, watching as her wolf leaped at it but remained held back after a moment.
The only traits of her beast that remained was fur around her chest, her tail, her ears, and her legs, the rest pressed away to show the cute woman that startled me hours prior. “What?.. Don’t believe me, still?” She ran her fingers through my fur, a slow press of her hips as she came just a little more.
“It’s scary, overwhelming, makes you feel so powerful and free, but you’re still in there. Your mind is your own, even if you wish to bury it. I’m still that slave girl, just free, one with herself. I make no play to add your coat to my den.” She pressed her palms onto either side of my back to lift herself up and bury her cock deeper, “Besides as we are now… It’d be nice to do this often…”
I lifted my hackles and huffed at the slow wave that bubbled through me, then relaxed as she came to lay atop me. I didn’t trust her, not fully, but it was incredibly enjoyable to have her as my mate. She seemed to enjoy teasing the fear to which I’d grown accustomed, but she was always gentle and only willing to push their bounds as far as I was okay with.
She shifted her hips and pressed down on the base of my tail, a momentary test of trying to shift her position and to get me onto my side.
I stretched out for a moment, then let her guide me, my paws locked around her back as she laid against my belly; Her position change driving me to twitch around her as a long delayed orgasm slammed forth. “F~uck!” I whimpered, my tail curled between her legs.
She gave a few presses and pulls as if to reward my sudden orgasm, her lip bitten as she bobbed her dick inside me. “There ya go,” She kneaded my belly fur, gentle pets placed to the sides of my half shifted form, “Let it all roll back over.”
I locked my legs around her hips as another, and then another, drew my head back. Pleasure of moments passed rippling as she pulled my remnants from the mud. I couldn’t stop panting, couldn’t stop reveling in the pleasure she could give me. I felt so vulnerable, so easy to hurt, as my wolf drew back, but I recognized her as the source of pleasure, the critter even my wolf trusted to care for her in her weakness. I clacked my teeth, an attempt the call the beast back, yet continued to melt under her.
“Don’t strain yourself,” She sat her head between my breasts, her ear placed to my heart, “Just let yourself embrace it.”
I trembled, pulled away from her careful touch.
She continued to press her careful touch; Sheer, gentle, affection.
I wanted to let go, to soften against her, but the beast brought so much comfort and warmth without another.
“You can be them later, once we untie. Take a moment to hunt if you’re hungry.”
I whimpered, brushed my nose against her neck, before giving in to the rush of pleasure and softened back. I wanted to say something, but each time I thought of something a wave knocked it loose.
“Good girl,” She ran a hand up to pet the fading fur and massage the breast she never showed affection.
My tail wagged against hers, through the thick coats of long dead beasts, before settling down to slow sways of the end as I was given a moment to breathe. “I, um…” I swallowed and took another moment, “Thank you.”
She tilted her head, “You mean, you're welcome?”
I shook my head, flicked my ears to the side, “No. Thank you.”
“For what?”
I gestured to my body, “Showing me, giving me, this… And the sex…”
She planted a brief kiss to my lips before settling back down between my chest, “You're welcome; But, for the sex, Thank You... It got so hard to think at times because of it…”
I nodded quietly, “Have you ever used it before?”
She shook her head, “I almost did, twice, but the moment they learned I was a wolf they ran. You’re the only one to have genuinely given me the moment.”
I smiled a little, “If you called me over during the day, I probably would have too…”
She laughed into the plushness, letting out a long breath, “You looked like you saw a ghost, it was so cute. Like a gummy bear,” She lifted her head to bear her teeth at my nipple.
I blew air at her, my eyelids flicked closed as she teasingly licked and pulled on it. Her saliva still drew my wolf forward, my mane spreading down before she let go.
“I do mean it, seeing you trembling, worried I was some monster or other drawing you into a trap, sparked my wolf to chase,” She ruffled the fur before setting her head back down as it vanished, “Perfect prey.”
I nodded, hesitantly bringing my hand up to her hair, “Not a wuss?”
She shook her head, “A wuss survives where the ignorant fights a battle they can’t win.”
I let out a breath, idly mirrored her petting of my belly by scratching behind her ears, my other hand grabbing at the blanket. “Why um, did you keep their pelts?..”
She raised her eyebrow, peered up at me, “You can smell them still?”
I nodded.
“A reminder, honestly. I was going to sell it all at first, but I just couldn’t bring myself to. Then, I got sick of sleeping outside, and this old place lacked a bed, a blanket, and I had them.”
“How’d you afford the, uh, mount?”
“Turns out slavery makes a lot of money, and they weren’t around to use it. Took a while to find where they hid it though...”
I put my focus into petting her, “Do they still bother you?”
“I wouldn’t be sleeping on them if I was. Sure it hurt, but, like I said before, I don’t remember most of it, and I have my wolf if someone ever tries it again.” She flicked her ear against my hand, “You still haven’t really told me much about yourself, yet you know most of my life story.”
I looked away, “Honestly?.. I just… was too afraid to really leave the house, to interact with anyone in society. You can never be sure of someone’s intentions, or if they’re even capable of making those intentions reality.”
“Yet you went and opened yourself up to a hook up?”
I nodded, “I wanted to know if maybe I was making a mistake, being too fearful and missing out on some important aspect of life…”
“Are you happy you did?”
“Elated,” I squeezed down on her knot, smiling a little at her surprised yelp. “Humanity is so unnatural; cities of sleeping gods, where money rules and life doesn’t matter. All that matters is that things keep moving, and if it does they’ll never have to address the monsters they created. They think it safety, a prison one should remain within for fear of teeth upon their neck, claws upon their bellies, and beasts under their beds.”
She laughed, smiling into my breast, “You just come up with that?”
I nodded, “Is it not true?..”
She stroked my side, “I’ve thought it in anger for years… They wished to tame me, to instill a fear of them by tearing out my throat, yet it only brought them death. It makes me wonder what they thought being a beast meant, how they changed, why they cared. If it had been strength, why give it to someone you saw as below you? If they saw it as freedom, why give it to your slave? Were they just naive..?”
“Perhaps they thought their teeth would convince you stay their prisoner? Perhaps they saw it as a curse, born of humanities rejection of nature meant to force them back into it? Perhaps they thought you wished to rejoin society, and making you a beast would teach you that you could never leave, that nature was the terrors they subjected you to?”
She let out a heavy sigh and curled her arms around me in a hug, nuzzling my chest. “I’m sure that was why… Thanks, Again…”
I ran my thumb over her ear, “Did I upset you?”
She shook her head, “Just reaffirmed my want for you to be my mate, for more than just tonight…”
Her sudden affection scared me a little, the responsibility of being with someone who had such a dirtied past, but I hugged her in return. “I can’t say I don’t want the same…”
She squeezed me tighter, “Shut up and sleep with me.”