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Night of the Werewolf
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Night of the Werewolf Night. Hunger. Chill. Moon. Hunting. Blood. Sweat. Heat. I've spent more time wandering about on foot in the evenings in desolate areas than most. Nowhere near as much as I would have like to spend though. The night air and lack of street noise and the darkness of the bright night always take me back to my unusual early years when I snuck out of my house at night and would wander off into the mountains which began at my back porch in Colorado. I went to so many different places where the trees opened up to the sky and laid sky clad beneath the moonlight bathing in its light. I called out to the mythical creatures of old time and time again to take and ravage me. How many times did I call upon Pan? Nothing ever came to quench my all-consuming fire. I find the longer I delay gratification has no bearing on the intensity of the passion between Him and myself. He was such the considerate gentleman during my brief interlude with monogamy. His desires were always evident in his eyes, but such restrain in his physicality. Like the way he was restrained on Valentine's Day, except by his own mental restraints versus anything man made. Tuesday as I was pulling away from the old office heading home to rest my sweet little head after finally completing all that was required from me in moving my company to a new location. It was one of my most strenuous activities of late, pushing myself beyond belief as I was blessed with a massive fever that had graced my presence on Friday and had not chose to depart from an infection that usually hung out around 102.5, but I was hopeful some well deserved rest and a little magic would finally give my body the healing boost it needed. The head to toe rash caused by the allergic reaction to the medicine the doc gave me had ceased to grow and was starting to show signs of fading, though the itching was quite unbearable. Of course this is the moment that He chose to call and tease me with the most delicious of temptations. It turned out that there was a slight possibility that He would be free that evening for an adventure. Sitting there in my car, drinking my orange juice, I was delirious with the wonderful thoughts of engaging in such a deliciously wicked activity. Knowing I wouldn't have much energy even if I somehow were feeling well enough to go later, as there was no way I could have rushed to His side at that moment, I let Him know I probably wouldn't be fully charged. Not a problem, plenty of adventures don't require my strength and this turned out to be one of them, though it wasn't the one I was expecting. Someday, someone will read in the papers about how He & I were arrested as he had tied me up to a pole in a less traversed area of town and was consensually ravaging me. It will be great fun, but this one definitely took the cake!!! So I arrived home & did all I could do physically and magically to make myself better and even took some benedryl for the allergic reaction and passed out completely to this physical realm. My phone had rang eight different times, but only the ninth call from Him awakened me from my slumber. Disoriented upon waking, I asked if I could call Him back momentarily. As I became more alert, it was quite evident I wasn't the same sickly girl that went to sleep a few hours prior. I was full of so much energy that I was afraid of hurting myself in excitement while preparing for the evening. I took my temperature and it was quite normal for the first time in so many days. All of the raised bumps had lowered back into my skin. Still colorful, a beautiful array of pink tones covering most of my skin on my pale white skin was quite a striking contrast to the shades. Thankfully the itch had subsided as well. I returned His call and confirmed that the adventure was on. We discussed what He wanted me to wear and approximately where we were to meet...a gorgeous secluded area in the Santa Monica mountain range in approximately an hour and fifteen minutes. Preparing for Him is so radically different than all other men for which I prepare myself. Although His preferences for an evening are always catered to, I have the liberty to completely be myself in so many different ways as He finds them all highly erotic and enjoys the variances within me as much as the variances in the physical activities that we enjoy together. As I have been growing a little triangle for someone else's joy. I decided not to shave the hair that had gone under neglect from being ill and working too many hours last week packing the office and arranging everything needed to facilitate the move. As He is charmed with me being me, I also didn't shave my legs. It was relaxing scrubbing down my refreshed body. Sweet scents of vanilla lathed my flesh to fill my mind with images of enjoying Him outside. Knowing the moon wouldn't be rising for a full hour and fifteen minutes after my arrival, made the need for the other senses to be softly filled to make up for the panorama of colors that would not be enjoyed that evening as shades of gray would rule the sight. I dressed in calf high boots so that my legs would be slightly protected. I had on a short denim skirt. He has a thing for panties, so I had on white lace thong panties. I had on a crop top that made the outfit look classically 80's. Outfits with Him are always subject to destruction so this particular outfit was chosen with destruction in mind, as the top is now to large for my smaller frame as was the skirt a little too large for my smaller hips. My hair was pulled back tight in a black pony tail to lessen the amount of damage, not that He pulls my pony tail like others, but takes a much more deliciously intimate approach by grabbing at the roots despite of the pony tail's taunt effect upon the hair. The texts started coming in. Exact directions to the mile marker where I was to park. I was to get out of my car and lock it. Then I was to place my key under my wheel and go to the mile marker post with the caution tape wrapped around it. Next I was to grab the tie wraps from the bag at the bottom of the post and place them on my wrists like bracelets. Finally I was to grab the flashlight out of the bag and use it to navigate myself to the light that I would be visible in the field ahead of me. The drive out there was soft and sweet. I got lost sadly, but found my way to Him and the adventure eventually. Once I arrived, I did as instructed. The night was surprisingly warm when I arrived. The sky was so bright, filled with stars. Although the moon was not up, my eyes adjusted quickly to the night light and I was aware I could traverse with or without the flashlight effortlessly. With the flashlight on, my field of vision was much narrower. I strolled with the light on until I reached the flat land. I sensed Him wasn't near the light in the middle of the field, which was a long ways off, but off to my right hand side off in the distance watching me. Crouching in the high grass. Planning. Waiting. Anticipating. The high grass was near my knees. The field was surrounded by hills on all sides the entrance to the field was small and down a small bit from the road so no one that happened to be passing by could see anything. I chose to turn the light off after a while of walking. He was on the move towards me. I could see Him from far off and His countenance was different. He appeared quite larger than normal and completely shrouded in black. I could feel Him hunting me like a wild animal. As we often enjoy animalistic energy during sex, this is not a stretch for our delicious role-playing. I however was to be obviously quite human for the evening. Feeling his body approach mine was delicious. The scents of the evening were filling my senses. I could smell his sweat when He was within feet of me. Not because His musk was overwhelming in nature, but because it was such a sharp contrast to the smell of the earth under me, the tall grass and other brush surrounding me. My heart was racing. His energy was full animal and the pulsating of it bore through me in waves. I wanted to run, but knew that I'd fall the first step I attempted, as I am so clumsy. Wearing the heels had given me a great disadvantage in my maneuverability. Time was endless. He was within feet of me for what seemed like forever. Hearing Him snarl and His breath were like the ticking of a never-ending clock. The first strike occurred. His hands seemed wrapped in leather. Slightly soft, but quite firm at the core. Pushing and slapping He struck at me. Finally grabbing me and tugged me about this way and that. His power is enormous. My weight and physicality are nothing to His might. His hand wrapped in my hair forcing me to move around in circles. As time wore on and His control over my body was proven time and time again, He pushed me roughly to the ground upon my belly. The earth was cold beneath me. The tall grass was nowhere near as thick as it appeared to be from a standing point of view. Oddly enough, I had no fear of the critters in the ground. I've never had in truth any fear of "creepy crawlies" or any other type creatures one could find in tall grass, however I am usually fearful of causing them harm by my careless steps and accidental smooshings. Yes, I am the girl who carries black widows outside to find a safer place for their existence as well as mine. The grass was as silky as the dirt. Everything below my belly made for the softest pad…this is a good thing because what was above me was the yang to the pleasure of the satin feel of my front side. A primal force delighted in the thrill of the hunt. The teasing of the feast in a cat and mouse game played werewolf style. Then He did the most primal thing a male could do to mark His territory. Laying there on the ground feeling his liquid warmth blanket my body. Hearing the sigh of pleasure escape from His lips. Yummy!!! Fucking Yummy!!! His scent was filling my nostrils and I knew that the meal wasn't going to be of flesh and blood but of fire and passion. He dragged me up roughly by the hair. He pulled me behind Him. I fell over left and right and the boots just weren't going to make stepping on extremely uneven surfaces easily possible. After I lost a bit of hair in the delicious passion, He assisted me in keeping a steady foot by holding me closer in a way that would offer balance. Don't think He didn't balance the act of kindness in full in the way He continued to tug at my hair and my body, deliciously causing waves of pain to shoot through me. Singeing my nerves and keeping my eyes cast down to where I had no idea where we were headed in relation to where we began. One thing was for certain. We weren't heading toward the light. At last we came to a tree up against a hill who's branches arched down and caressed the earth with its soft touch as the earth rose up around it to feel the tree's embrace. Such a magical tree I haven't seen often since arriving here in California, but this tree was truly enchanted. A rope was hanging from a branch that was more than sufficient to carry my weight. Although it was not set in a noose, there was a large loop to it. Clasp, clasp, quick as lightning fasteners were attached to my wrist restraints and then placed on the loop to where my hands were above my head. Rough hands bruising my wrists, wrenching my hands about to ensure complete helplessness. Bound. No further hope of escape or release. The animal slowly releases His sharp grip on me. My tense muscles slowly relax a notch. My arms are taunt though, being raised so high above my head. I reach up and grasp the rope and hold on for balances so that I am not easily swayed by the slight breeze that has picked up. It caressed my hair against my neck and face and made me swoon with pleasure. This beasts hungry cries did not offer promise of such tender embraces. The monster circles its captive. I could hear His nostrils flaring. One's mind slips into fantasy even within the moments of living fantasy as if it were mere reality. To imagine Him as a werewolf. Knowing that a mating between human and werewolf would end up with the human residing comfortably within the werewolf's belly once the beast's other lusts were satiated. The most satisfying finale to His perfect hunt. Imagining what it would be like to have my flesh torn apart and devoured was deliciously terrifying and erotically seductive. The scent of blood, urine and feces would fill the night as well as all of the interesting scents that occur when a living creature is being torn asunder. The pain from the animal's sharp teeth and cruel claws. Nerves openly exposed to the harsh air and to His ferocious razor like teeth. The gleam of the night light in His eyes as well as the smile on His face while He ravages me and then consumes me both sexually and physically was so real in my mind that it might as well have been replacing time itself. Yummy, yummy fantasies were engulfing me during the first few moments hanging there beneath the tree awaiting his next whim. I stood there wobbling around, hands gripping tightly the rope that looped above my head. Not an uncomfortable position for the arms, I thought to myself. Then came the brutal attack. The sensual and primal feel of His claws pawing at my tender flesh. Ravaging my body with His lust and fierce drive. Hungry for the flesh that He had captured, sticking of His marked musky scent. Pushing and pulling and tugging and twisting a beautiful dance of desire and animalistic prowess. Entranced by His coveting of my sexual essence, the pain that He inflicted with the first blow sent floods of orgasmic bliss throughout my bound body. My body collapsed momentarily during a breath of masochistic poetry. My legs regained their upright ability after the initial blow, trembling to maintain a stable defensive position. Desiring to stand firm and not allow this creatures next touch to set me on fire and cause me to once again lose my balance, I choked up on the rope to acquire a more taunt frame. The werewolf once again tore at me, this time striking my bosom. His paws with purpose squeezing ferociously. The glands within pulsed with great pain and enormous pleasure as His grip ignited a tingling burning sensation that pushed from my breasts, connecting at the base of my sternum and probing towards my cunt through way of my stomach muscles. A build up of pressure and energy. As His claws tear into my nipples, tears roll down my cheeks. Glistening in the luster of the moonless night. Causing a sweet chill as the wind softly kissed the endless flow. I know as long as I fight this feeling of pain and channel its intense energy it will continue to build. The desire to scream is overwhelming. Want to crawl up into someone's lap and beg mercilessly for it to stop, but I know I am strong. Hold my breath. I have lost!!! Exhale. Inhale the cold night air sharply. OOOOUUUUCCCCHHHH!!!!!!!!!! At this moment I can take the pain no longer. It hurts so intensely that there is nothing in existence or ever was or ever will be other than the pain this beast is inflicting upon me. If sight were capable in moments of such severe loss of control, I have no doubt that I would gleam a wicked broad smile upon this animal's cruel teeth and jaw. Balance…Cormid….Cormaghee…something I understand in droves. When control over the pain is lost. When the build up of intense energy in the stomach muscles and the vagina finally explodes the orgasm screams and sings from every fiber of the body. An orgasm so powerful that for many moments which seems vast beyond the definition of infinite during the moment and during that moment time stands completely still. Each cell in my body joined together in a beautiful unison. A harmony of utopia rang through every fiber and bliss poured from me like an overpowering hallucinogenic. Whole. Complete. Alive. The unity of the pleasure and pain ended when the killer released my breast. He pawed at me and tauntingly circled me. Brushing and bruising my flesh. Tearing away at my soul. Feasting on my struggle to stand, my frightened yelps as the pain and pleasure dance about the evening touching me, but never holding me tight. The torment of His snarls. I feel his sexual desire. I feel the build up within this beast as clearly as I felt my own build up earlier before this continued torment ensued. His animalist passionate desire to thrust itself deep within me. To feel my wetness. To become bathed with the sexually musky scented fluid that is now seeping past the edges of my panties and wishing to work its way down my legs. The power of this energy ignited the air around us akin to the tingle one enjoys when a thunderstorm is approaching, right before the first delicious ionic burst of lightening signal the introduction to the harsh rain. Every hair on my body was at attention knowing that this beast was delaying the engagement of his ravenous desires to the point of excruciatingly painful lust and desire. The beast's animal passions could be tamed no long and the feast upon my bound and trembling flesh was upon us. His cock pushed through his fir and glistened in the night. Noticeably thick. Longer than average. Every fantasy must receive a smack of reality. The primal monster that was dying to tear into my flesh walked over to His bag and put a condom on his FANTASTIC piece of manmeat. Safer sex says "I respect you!" more profoundly than any rose or jewel, not that the beast was projecting such lofty sentiments. The beast strode confidently back toward me resembling the finality of a wolf stalking its prey in confidence. His cock thrust in between my thighs. My hands utilized the loop as the pivotal point to hold my body up as I wrapped my legs around Him to allow Him complete access to all that the beast desired. His cock rests gently on the lips of my pussy for just a moment. Throbbing, hot, ready to pierce. I am impaled harshly upon the fierce beast. I orgasm immediately, not quite as powerful as when he was tearing at my nipples but His energy is now inside of me and I am a wanton slut for His passions. The dance is sweet and harsh. The continual emergence of pain and pleasure build and cascade. The fir is grotesquely rough against my silky skin. Sweat has engulfed this beast and the aroma is filling my senses and driving me wild with greater desire. As the orgasms cum by the minute, the sweet gland that stimulates my sweet vaginal squirting explodes. I soak His fur, I soak Him all the way to His flesh below. The brutish animal is ripping into my battered flesh and my vagina is sore and swollen from the blunt force of our sexual passion. Such a stout beast to take the weight of my body upon His cock and still have the agility to force me about. I shuddered violently, the pain in my arms caused by being an active participant in the forceful rapture was excruciating. Ah. Arms & legs have entwined around the beast. The smell of his sweet breath. The mask removed. Seeing his face and hair glistening with the shower of his own sex sweat. My hands are released from the wondrous loop. His beastly fur tossed aside. He lays me down upon a mattress He had prepared and I look up at the tree. It appeared as if thousands of fairies were dancing about under the canopy of the tree. The moon still had not risen, so there should have been no source of such bright beautiful lights dancing around in the dark night. I giggle at the thought of being in the midst of a faerie grove and how pleased they would have been to encounter such a fierce act of passion and sexuality. The swaying of the branches that reach downwards to the ground within inches of the top of the bed. His body is drenched in sweat naked in this sweet moonlight and His cock is still hard. He lies down beside me and gently strokes my hair. Looking into His bright eyes a girl could swoon in lust. A smile gently parts His lips and I know that He was as satisfied with that endeavor as I. However, when you put two passionate elements together as we tend to be, they ignite so hot, it is virtually impossible to extinguish the sexual desire. His touches turn from soft to passionate within a blink of an eye and He is mounting me again. I am as filthy as He and it doesn't matter one iota. Thrusting wildly inside of me He pushes me to orgasm over and over again. His lusts unquenchable. His desire palatable. My passion for Him matches His body thrust for thrush. Grabbing His flesh and pulling Him further into me to satisfy my longings for His sexual prowess. I am exhausted and satiated with pleasure. He stands up and removes the condom. He then relaxes, bringing Himself to that delicious moment where He feels the pressure and desire to urinate but holds back so as not to relinquish himself to such ecstasy. Finally the passion can be restrained no longer and the hot stream of His longing drenches me with His scent and warmth. Gathering oneself after such an adventure is delirious. Walking arm and arm throughout the field, leaving the sweet tree and all of the fairies, their sweet songs. The moon slowly rising over the mountain as we traversed back to my vehicle. I drove Him off up the road to His vehicle from where I had parked. We were sitting there enjoying our conversation when I asked if I could take the wrist restraints off. He said sure and I slipped the zip ties off my wrists. Out of nowhere he slapped me across the face. My heart started racing. It was so unexpected. So brilliant. So brute. So fucking yummy. Then he pinched my face in between his fingers and chastised me for my ability to break free at any moment. As he was holding my face I fantasized about what it would be like for him to go ahead and smack my face until I was completely bruised. MMMMmmmmmmm….so the energy started to build again. I then asked permission to step out and utilize the restroom (we're on the side of the road in the mountains, so outside of the vehicle is the restroom). He chooses to get out of the car and enjoy the show I put on as I am as talented as a man when it comes to urinating standing up. I do a partial squat to cause the arch to be more pronounced, He stands beside me admiringly. I stand up and pull up my panties. He pushes me over the hood of his Jeep and thrusts my head down on the cool metal. Protected again, He places His shaft head at my entrance. He is wiggling it around. Teasing. Denying me more of His great girth and delicious energy. Making the desire I have for Him and His cock evident to His hands with my moisture flowing onto them, finally He succumbs to our desires and pushes deep within me for the final rue of the evening. His flesh is warm. The moon illuminates us to all and all to us. This isn't the animalistic passion from before. There is no urgency to our rhythm. Each stroke exacts precise pleasure slowly and sweetly. The powerful orgasms chime to the same frequency and I transform once again into a worthless piece of orgasmic meat. He holds me tight. Our hearts beating, united in rapid succession. No sooner was He opening my door to let me back into the vehicle when another car came meandering down the windy road. Ah…beautiful timing. We continued our favorite conversations, enjoying each others company from the tranquility of his vehicle. The full moon traipsed across the sky welcoming the wonderful night into being. I can never keep my hands off of Him. He is hairy in a sexy way vs. an unnaturally gorilla fashion. I love how soft His hair is to my touch. My hands glide over Him so sensually. He is delicious to feel between my fingers. As I caress his arms and neck and exposed thighs, as His shorts were casual length. His sex rises tight against His shorts. He slowly pulls the fabric away, exposing His swollen cock, which is now glistening with precum. I use the spit in my mouth to create an additional amount of slick covering on my hand before I slowly encompass His cock with my hand. Imagine using touch as soft as the wings of a butterfly fluttering gently against the hard skin. Imagine turning time into where a second lasts a minute and the sands of time flow accordingly. Taking a full minute to stroke His hard cock up & down in one singular stroke that ignited every nerve in His cock and each atom had a full moment to appreciate my touch from the head of the cock all the way down the shaft to His thick base. That deliberate slow motion stimulates Him like no other sensation. As one stroke turned into two and the minutes slowly passed by, He undulated under my passionate but soft grip. His orgasms rival my own if not overshadows mine in power and strength and endurance. As He comes closer to the orgasm, my touch becomes more powerful. The gentle wings of a butterfly are replaced with a grip that is like a snake, ever tightening. His body rockets away from the seat and returns directly back to its position. His breathing has become a panting mixed with the uuuuuuuuu sound between clenched teeth. The amount of pressure I apply in a rope like fashion around His cock during those moments is enough to make most men curl into a lil' ball crying to their mother. Not Him. His cock can take and He demands every ounce of strength I have at that moment to squeeze Him tight. His cock makes a beautiful mess in my hand. I licked it up gladly and clean Him completely off. Yummy, sweet, delicious, hot, fuck, cum. We sit there a bit more enjoying the sweet night and recounting all of the bliss had therein. He walked me back to my car and we turned around heading back towards civilization. |
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