Okay, so here's my first story. All of the usual disclaimers apply, not
mine, no profits, don't sue.
This story is rather sexually explicit and contains bestiality. If you don't want to read it, don't. I won't mind.
Reviews are appreciated : )
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I could feel the steady patter of his feet behind me. He was getting closer, would be upon me soon. I dropped to all fours, my shins and forearms to the ground, bare ass in the air. I was serving myself to him on a silver platter. The leaves and twigs of the forest floor were digging into my skin, but soon I wouldn't even notice. The pounding of his feet were getting closer
Closer
Closer
He's here now, mounting me. The hair of his belly tickled my back, while the rough pads of his feet made a slightly painful contrast. Not as painful as the unprepared cock pumping into me. It was odd, similar to that of my human lover, but different in so many ways. I was willing to put up with the pain this time, as it would be the only time he'd take me like this. A final claiming to seal the deal. From here on it would only be him as a human.
He pumped into me a few more times and howled his completion to the moon, to his pack, to any who would hear. I didn't understand the literal meaning of that howl, but I knew what it was. An announcement, I was his now too. The human had me, and now the wolf did too.
He pulled out of me and off of me. I fell to the forest floor, totally spent, and curled up while he licked me clean of all the blood and semen. The then lay down next to me, in an odd sort of spooning fashion. I had never spooned with a wolf before. I snuggled closer for warmth and comfort, and received both in spades. I knew as I started to drift off to sleep with my lovers that I would wake with the other one, the human one. He would look at me with sorrow in his eyes and a beg for forgiveness on his tongue for what he'd done.
I'm a monster, he'd say.
A beast, he'd explain.
But he wasn't either to me.
He was my love, my lover, and I wouldn't let him go. He'd try to send me away, for my own safety, but the wolf in him wouldn't let him, I was his now. I had been claimed. I had the marks on my back to prove it. In the end my Remy, my Wolf, would stay. He had nowhere else to go. And he'd damned well better not have anyone else to love.
This story is rather sexually explicit and contains bestiality. If you don't want to read it, don't. I won't mind.
Reviews are appreciated : )
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I could feel the steady patter of his feet behind me. He was getting closer, would be upon me soon. I dropped to all fours, my shins and forearms to the ground, bare ass in the air. I was serving myself to him on a silver platter. The leaves and twigs of the forest floor were digging into my skin, but soon I wouldn't even notice. The pounding of his feet were getting closer
Closer
Closer
He's here now, mounting me. The hair of his belly tickled my back, while the rough pads of his feet made a slightly painful contrast. Not as painful as the unprepared cock pumping into me. It was odd, similar to that of my human lover, but different in so many ways. I was willing to put up with the pain this time, as it would be the only time he'd take me like this. A final claiming to seal the deal. From here on it would only be him as a human.
He pumped into me a few more times and howled his completion to the moon, to his pack, to any who would hear. I didn't understand the literal meaning of that howl, but I knew what it was. An announcement, I was his now too. The human had me, and now the wolf did too.
He pulled out of me and off of me. I fell to the forest floor, totally spent, and curled up while he licked me clean of all the blood and semen. The then lay down next to me, in an odd sort of spooning fashion. I had never spooned with a wolf before. I snuggled closer for warmth and comfort, and received both in spades. I knew as I started to drift off to sleep with my lovers that I would wake with the other one, the human one. He would look at me with sorrow in his eyes and a beg for forgiveness on his tongue for what he'd done.
I'm a monster, he'd say.
A beast, he'd explain.
But he wasn't either to me.
He was my love, my lover, and I wouldn't let him go. He'd try to send me away, for my own safety, but the wolf in him wouldn't let him, I was his now. I had been claimed. I had the marks on my back to prove it. In the end my Remy, my Wolf, would stay. He had nowhere else to go. And he'd damned well better not have anyone else to love.