Bound By Wolves (Impregnated By The Wolves Part 1) (3 page)

The closer it gets to her, the more of its
body and face she sees. It is definitely a male, she can sense his
energy and smell the musk of something that values the conquest
even more than she does. His body is moving swiftly towards her,
and in the light that seeps beyond the leaves, she sees a face,
half wolf but with distinctly human eyes. Rachel gasps.

“What are you?”

“I’m Rannulf,” he said. “And I could smell
you coming from miles away,” said the creature. Rachel caught her
breath. His voice was so husky, so sensual. It was like a growl
made coherent.

“What do you want from me?” she whispered,
knowing already what his answer was but wanting to hear his voice
again.

Instead of a response, the animal stood up on
its hind legs. She scanned its body, feeling almost faint as she
saw the human-like abdominal muscles flanked by distinctly animal
ribs.

And then, she saw it. A huge, bulging cock.
The base, where the furry mammalian balls were tucked into his
abdomen, was dark and brooding and black. But the cock itself was a
bright pink, red, like it had grown out of him right then, sensing
in both of them such a strong desire. Evolution at will. It was
unlike any human’s she had ever 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.

“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!”