“Don’t you get it?” he yelled, causing more leaves to fall. “We are done here! I am finished with you and you don’t look good enough to eat. Get out of here unless you want to be dead.”
She flared her nostrils. The energy from the sun and his sex and her own triumphant spirit came through her body all at once. She yelled and screamed, tackling Rannulf to the ground. She had already taken the mountain by force today and she could surely take him. She moved faster than she ever had before, running the ropes around his hind legs and tying him to the tree she had just been released from. Before he could fight back, she grabbed his paws and used her pick to climb up the tree and secure his front legs around his head and around the tree, still completely naked. She tied knot after knot, assuring he wouldn’t escape, and that even if he did, the whole tree would come down with him.
“You underestimate me,” she said, growling into his pointed ears. Dropping her voice so it was closer in tone to his. “You think you’ve seen all my tricks, everything I have to offer you. But you’re wrong.”
He was growing angrier, but looking down at his pubic region she saw that he was also getting more aroused. She shimmied down the tree and swung her body around so she was repelling down his body, dragging her soft skin and hard muscles down his equally ripped chest, caressing the fur on her way down.
“Don’t you want to see what else I can do?” she said.
He said nothing, but his growing erection answered for him.
She wasn’t just trying to save herself from his strength. She wasn’t just trying to conquer him, like she did her other adventures. He wasn’t just a picture or a thing to cross off her bucket list. It wasn’t just about finding someone to ravage her body until she was cast away from it. She had seen the moon he could conjure, she had felt the energy of the earth invade her body, absorb into her from the inside out. She had a taste of what the wilderness was like when it consumed her and she wasn’t going to let that go. She had found her man. She had found her womb’s ultimate counterpart. She would show him just how fit she was to carry on his seed.
Rachel grabbed the pick from out of the tree and walked over, stopping directly in front of Rannulf. She sat on the ground in front of him and spread her legs wide, exposing the pink folds of her pussy, introducing the wet cavern of her insides to the lively mountain air. She leaned forward and spread herself out further, letting her gaping lips show him where he had been and where he undoubtedly wanted to go again.
She played herself like a harp. Plucking her folds and rubbing her pearl in rhythm, mesmerizing more than just Rannulf. His member was swaying along with her movements, though his body was tied securely to the tree. The entire forest seemed to come alive as she warmed up, buzzing with life and sex and new sounds that she had never heard in all her years of outdoors exploration.
“How do you like this,” she said. “Getting a closer look. I bet your other conquests never gave you such a show.”
He looked down at his own body then back at her.
“Just wait,” she said, “you haven’t seen anything yet.”
She reached for the pick and slowly entered herself again with the rubber end, lubricated by the remnants of his sperm. She kept going in, knob by knob, wrapping both hands around the top of the pick, and lifting her legs for him to see just how far in she was going. The tree he was tied to began to quake.
“Oh fuck,” she said, pulsing in and out, stopping only to tease him more. “Look Rannulf. Look what you made me do. Look how hungry you made me, with your wild cock, you made me so hungry I may never get full enough again!”
She was going to try something wicked. Something she had only ever done once before, and even then only by accident. She started fucking herself faster and faster, feeling her orgasm begin in the twitching of her toes and then her leg muscles, and moving upward into her cunt. She took one hand and put it in her mouth, wetting all of her fingers, tasting herself and what was left of Ranulff. Oh, what she would give for another taste. A real one. What she was already giving! She planted the soles of her feet into the ground, tough as trees, as if she was growing back into the earth. She reached her long, tan, muscular legs out as far and wide as they would go, opening up for him — for them.
She moved her fingers back to her clit, rubbing hard and fast, in violent unnatural figure-eights. She spread her legs further, opening her slit and inching her body closer to her wolf, her mate. He was shaking the tree so hard now that the leaves were beginning to fall like the first day of Autumn. She pointed her pelvis towards him, and plunged the handle in as hard as she could, with all the energy of the earth and the sun and the moon and then, with a mighty push of her most intimate musculature…
Whooooooooooshhhhhh. She exploded with orgasmic juice, ejaculating with ferocity all over Rannulf and his huge, pulsing, shaking, animal phallus. She had never seen such a rush, never felt so much like a victim of her own masturbation. She saw it all as if it was in slow motion, the rush of fluid raining through the air covering his fur, falling down in glorious droplets on the forest floor. She thought she saw stars, rainbows, the whole world was made of moon rock and she and Rannulf were the only bits of living flesh that mattered. She could never have done it without her audience. She was soaked to the bone, and so was he. She laid back on the mossy ground until her muscles recovered some modicum of strength, and then she looked back up at the wolf man. His human eyes bore holes right through her.
“How did you like that,” she said, crawling on all fours over to him, running her hands up his hind legs, towards his tight round sac. She put her fingers through the fur, grasping his source of reproduction, his vitality. Wanting even more of what was waiting inside of them to be inside of her.
“I can do so many things, things I bet you’ve never even dreamed of.”
She reached her hands around his member, needing both to grasp its full girth, fingering the curves and veins that made him the perfect hybrid of man and beast. Her juices were still soaking him, and she used her party trick as her lubrication, running her hands up and down, looking up at his snarling face that began to soften, to open wider, to look back down at her.
She opened her mouth and ran her warm tongue around the head of his cock, tasting the meld of his metallic skin and her own remnants. She opened her mouth wider, taking his whole head into her mouth, sucking on the warm pink cock as if it was the last one on earth-because for her, it was.
When she closed her lips around him, she could almost hear his insides, hear his heart beating faster and faster. Rachel could hear his growls and moans issuing from deep within his hulking body. She wrapped her hands tightly around his shaft and ran them over the flanking double curves again and again while she sucked at the head.
“Woman,” he cried out to her, the vibrating tenor of his voice wrecking havoc on her own still sore pussy, “you vile creature, you cannot tame me! You cannot-”
His voice grew raspy and thin and the trees began their violent rumble. She saw his face soften, and the paws of his hands grow sweaty and she felt, through her fingers at the base of his pole, the familiar rush of cum coming from his cock. This time it was like a tidal wave hitting the back of her throat.
Instead of moving her face away or clamping down her lips, she moved her mouth further onto the head of his manhood, pushing him deeper into her throat so she could feel the full force of his ejaculation shaking her to the very core. She would show him how much of him she could take, and then take even more. As the taste of him washed into her mouth, she swallowed again and again, keeping her mouth wide around him and lapping at him with her tongue.
She felt a weight on the top of her head, and only then did she remove her face from his loins. It was Rannulf’s paw, resting gently above her forehead, and stroking down her matted hair, now covered with the musk of their overlapping juices. She looked over and saw that the ropes were laying placidly on the ground beside them, while Rannulf stood upright leaning unbound against the tree.
“You were free the whole time?” she said.
Rannulf smiled and she saw again his glisteningly sharp teeth, imagining the strength of his jaw, but noting for the first time his relaxed and open demeanor.
“The strength of the blow must have knocked off the ropes,” he said. She could almost swear she had seen him wink at her when he said it. “Nice work. You might be more useful than I thought.'
“But if you’re going to stay with me, you’re going to have to prove you can keep up.”
By then it was actually night time. The moon, if it was even out at all, was hiding somewhere above the trees, providing no light to their path. Rannulf took off in a quick trot, looking behind himself only once to see that Rachel was still there.
She followed Rannulf closely through the forest, down the side of her conquered mountain and back up the
