seen. Like a giant and perfect hybrid between man and animal.
She was transfixed, and as she stared at it, she saw it begin to get hard. Her mouth began to water and her pussy was moistening. The head was still like that of a human, with the curving glans she knew so well. Her tongue traced the line of it in her mouth as she imagined taking it there. But below the first part of the thick shaft was a second curve, getting fuller and harder by the minute. She could only imagine how good it would feel inside her.
She could feel her pussy lubricating itself, her body imagining for itself what it would need to handle such a massive animal phallus. The side of her face began to sweat, she was consumed with a kind of desire she had only ever felt in nature. This thing, this creature, was the perfect combination of the masculine energy of the wilderness and the human-likeness of a man. Finally, she knew what he was. Something she had only ever thought of as a fairytale. A story told to scare hikers.
He was a werewolf.
“I thought you could only come out in the light of a full moon?” Rachel said. She was no folklore expert, but some things she knew about creatures like this. Creatures she always thought were imaginary, but would soon know to the fullest and widest extent.
“You’ve been reading too much science fiction,” said Rannulf.
She nodded, as much as she could with her head held tight against the tree. “Besides, sexual energy gives people nearly invincible powers. You must know that yourself. We control the moon, not the other way around.”
“What do you mean by that?” she asked.
“You’ll see,” he said, “if you’re lucky.”
Rannulf walked closer to her, coming right up to her body, standing upright and placing his giant paws against the tree above her head. Standing near her she could see just how tall he was, towering over her, casting his shadow down her whole body. A chill came over her, and she shuddered in the wake of his presence.
She could smell his fur, the woody musk of his body. The full extent of his need reached out and she felt the tip of his head grazing her thigh.
“Aren’t you going to fuck me?” she asked. She had never been more ready in her life. She could feel her dripping cunt pulse with desire. She wanted to taste the fur of his chest, the musk of his thick canine cock, and to inhale the essence of his body into hers. Rannulf growled and leaned his head down toward her face, which was so much smaller than his.
She realized he could take her whole head is his mouth if he wanted to, he could almost eat her whole. She looked over at his powerful jaw and saw a glimpse of his sharp teeth. She could almost feel them biting into her skin. She could imagine them tearing into her and her insides coming out, splayed on the forest floor. She couldn’t tell now if she was more afraid for her life or for her own sexual desire. Before she could decide, Rannulf leaned towards her, and put his giant man piece into her waiting feminine folds. Nature was having its way with her, and all she could do was to hang there and take it.
“Ohhhhhh,” she yelled. It was sensation she had never felt before. Her whole body shuddered with him inside her, she felt the lips of her sex bursting open to be filled by his growing member. It felt almost as if with every thrust, he grew larger. So unlike all the like the men she had ever known. It was like he was sapping his energy from her, and then giving it back in a looping frenzy. At the same time, she felt herself becoming larger, felt her insides expanding to accommodate his growth. She was becoming the shape shifter, adapting to her own primal urges and the needs of her mate. She was becoming a part of nature, now, just as nature was invading her most private places and becoming one with her body.
“I’ll show you what the wilderness is like,” he huffed. “You think you’re wild? You don’t know anything yet.”
Hearing his voice again, tunneled right into her ear while he thrust in and out of her pussy, made her go weak. If she hadn’t been tied so tightly to the tree, she knew she would have crumbled to the forest floor. She felt the ropes digging into her arms and legs, rubbing the skin raw just as the skin of her womanhood was throbbing from the friction of his fucking, the warmth pulsing through to her fingertips. She felt the blood being rerouted from her limbs directly to her core, and down into her sex. She wanted him to go deeper. To feel that second curve cresting over the opening of her flesh.
Almost as if he could read her thoughts, she felt him give another shove, and the hair of his chest flared against her bare breasts, rubbing into her nipples as the large round curve of his wolf shaft burst into her pussy, and they both gave a furtive moan.
“Take me, Rannulf, I’m yours. Take all of me!”
She could barely get the words out when she felt him engorge even further, his powerful cock felt like thunder pulsing in and out of her, displacing all her other organs. She didn’t care. She felt as if her whole body was destined for this one moment, this one act of pure natural reproduction. She had been born for this, bred for this. She had been waiting for something, someone, like this her entire life. As his gruff voice began to grunt at an increased rate, faster and louder, she felt herself getting quieter and quieter, concentrating all her powers to contracting her pussy around his raging authority.
She could smell him finishing before she heard it, her whole self shuddering to accommodate the rush of cum that emanated from his animal-like shaft. The temperature of her body felt like it was changing from the inside, and she closed her eyes to take the feeling in even deeper, feeling his face rise up towards the sky in one long vibrant howl.
“OU OU OU OU OUOOO OOooooooo”
The ground below them began to shake. The trees were rustling and many of the leaves in the sky above them came tumbling down. If the sky had really been falling, Rachel wouldn’t have noticed or cared.
If she had been thinking of her friends, she might have been concerned that they would fall off the face of the cliff. But her mind was full only of the sights and sounds of this act, this welcome violation of her flesh by one of the most natural wonders of the world. She closed her eyes and dropped her full concentration down into her body from her toiling mind, to the place where their bodies came together, to the place that issued life and pleasure all in one swift and mighty gesture.
When Rachel opened her eyes, she realized that the wolf was still coming, still issuing seed from his hairy center. She opened wide and saw that the sun, suddenly, was gone, snuffed out and replaced by a vibrant full moon, hanging low, as if beneath the trees. The silver glow of the new night sky sent rippling waves of moonlight washing over and through the entire forest.
The air itself began to glow. She felt the moonlight wave over her bare skin, a tactile sensation almost like the feeling of a pure silk sheet covering her naked body. It was as if she were underwater, nearly drowning in her own pleasure, looking up through the torrid darkness to see the bright light of that mirroring rock. The brilliance of the moon’s glow was matched only by the magnificence of Rannulf’s coat; glistening, almost diamond-like, the color of the moon itself and every rock Rachel had ever climbed. As he began to expire, panting like the dog he was, Rachel felt an amazing surge of energy and power. The sun was back, warming up her sweaty skin, melting her body into his fur.
She felt like both the conquered and the conqueror. The earth and the sky. More filled than she had ever been and more satisfied. But instantly, like an addict anticipating the comedown, she wanted more. More Rannulf, more moon, more of his sperm in her hollow and empty womb.
“Again,” she cried. “Fuck me again, fuck me until I disintegrate into thin air. Until I become a part of the wind!”
Rannulf huffed.
“You’ve served your purpose,” he said.
He took his wide claws and severed the ropes binding her to the tree. She fell in a lump at his feet, only now she realized what a massive creature she had been at the mercy of. She reached around, feeling the pieces of bark that were pressed into her skin as if they had grown there, the leaves that stuck blindly to the bottoms of her feet. Even her chest bore the impressions of his fur, lines carved into her skin as if each piece of fur was as hard as his raging rod.
“Now be gone,” he said, “or I’ll have to kill you.”
Rachel’s head reeled. She needed to have more. She didn’t understand why he had taken her so fiercely only to let her go after one try. She sat upright in the dirt, putting her small, calloused hand on his giant paw.
