Doth Wulf By Moneleyt Prolle

Don't ask why, but I felt the need to write some erotica in Middle English - I'm probably suffering from a vitamin deficiency or something. For the Middle English challenged, a full translation into Modern English is provided following the poem.

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Myn faie paramour he doth in night softe tak me faste in his armes, whan that the fulmone is dere bright in the medwe grene. Lyk a griffon loketh he, his braunes harde and stronge and his longe blak heer kembd bihinde his bak. Myn bode, as any wesele gent and smal, in his armes streyned as a colt in the trave, encercle fol tighte myn armes his stark brest and syke of plesaunce. With muth hote and swete as bragot or the meeth, fain kiste Y myn derk glewman most deply and with waykly fingren taken upon his sene and prestly wale luste, taken fol heede hem for to plese.

Thus-gate slyly forlere Y myn stede, liketh the hore doth hir holyer, and fele him roggeth with nede, forsoth ne coude nonne estonden thelli a leofmon lenge! Fele y his handes over myn syde renne and ragerly strokende myn barme and thakkand me aboute myn reynes weel til that amorous brinning consumeth me lyken to the wilde fyr. Profre Y faste agan hym in myn ese and nebbe to nebbe grinde myn bele chose on that jolif yarde that his breche me haynt.

Fordronke with hunger of this derne tresor Y falle a knowes, unbokele his girt and neshly hente his wel-farynge staf inne myne handes and cronende with fleschly delyt smacke Y of his manhode and drenche that sely lume in bath of blisse. Myn thriste stott with swogh fol loute, hem ner doteth at swich solas as myn tonge doth dart and rente him with fyry strokes of desiryning, then softely taysen. His handes harled in myn golden heer, pranglende me agayn his midel, and, by his pledding mones beld, y-globbed Y his hol tarse and toke his coillons inne myne lewe waykly frotying fingren. Sterteth he as his bode beth overcomen with swich grete seel, he me clochende as wylde with passyoun he iwendeth eft and eft withinne the hote depthes of myn muth, his corage so keene with bode bivende as faste cometh that stounde his deprece.

Right sodeynly stente Y and maken hem for to gredeth, destroyde by his nedes, his bode hote and taunte as brenning rope. Castende adoun with wulfysh loke he seth how myn eyen, come burned glayre, glente of longinge, and keneth he Y woulde no lenger tarie. Harryng as a wylde he unclotheth and hitteth me, and with appetyt grete Y yeve my bode to hem. Crone Y of plesaunce as myn love he prestly umstrideth me, shamelesly Y wysse his furial lume to myn calice and with onne wilde posse he throng withinne then withdraweth nere thwert-ut so unnethe the croune was inne me, thusely he swyveth me eft depper, while his longe hote tonge hongyrly lycketh myne breste.

So dighte we with right ful ragery toche of handes and God woot ful ofte Y shrighte and fel a swowninge of so greet a wille he engendred in me als he launceth me with swich jolif harneys. Namoore coy and hende weren his eyen, but yelwe as any gold and wickely brenning with flamben of frenesyed luste unerthely. Y fele his staf gon swellen as unsode desyr riseth inne hem til bode shaketh and rede hath noon dominacioun and he beth forlost by lustes vertu stronge, and of kinde allone he threste in-with so swythe as encreseth that fleschly delyte which doth blod sethen.

Writhende with delit Y undur that grete beste, his thikke fur as any ravenes fether it shoon for blak, and thereon Y cleve faste for to beth more nere, mindles of the lenge, keene clawen persende at myn lere. Al at-ones myn paramours bode streeneth as he wratheth with resende, his hed up-riste for to houleth his delit a the sterren, his milcwhite toothen glysnande by the moneleyt als he oweth me and of his shaft sheteth shoures sote of swich delitable licour and filleth myn Venus chambre.

Y-served as ne afore nafe Y ben, me lustely a clippe hem and rennen myn hande on his bak as pighte him upon me, embosede, and lyeth his heved onne myn shulder so can Y felen his hote breeth on myn nekke. Als his bode slaketh what strange sorcerie fleth and myn lovyere regayneth his earlish forme, he loketh to me with affeccyon and eyen glenten for ese.

"Sestow," sayth he right merrily, "Y tolde thee that verayly a bicche artow!"

Y wolde hem wyte, but myn chyte deid inne myn throte as ful softe he kiste myne lyppen and maketh me for to syken in blisse, biwreyde by myn oun bode, coude Y ne haynt myn wulf nam Y his bicche.

Translation: The Wolf Prowls By Night

At night, when the full moon is bright upon the green meadow, my fay lover takes me in his arms. He is like a griffon, with muscles hard and strong, and his long black hair is gathered in a braid down his back. My slim and graceful body is trapped in his embrace like a colt in a shoeing frame, and I wrap my arms around his mighty chest with a sigh of pleasure. With mouth hot and sweet as honeyed ale and mead, I kiss my dark wandering minstrel lovingly, and with gentle fingers caress his evident and rapidly swelling desire, taking pains to do what pleases him most.

In this manner I skillfully seduce my knight, just as the whore seduces her master, and I feel his body tremble with need: truly no man could resist such a mistress long! I can feel him running his hands over my body, wantonly stroking my firm breasts, and fingering my eager loins until my body is on fire with passion: I press my body hard against his and grind my pussy against the bulging cock that is denied me by his pants.

Intoxicated with desire for this hidden treasure I fall to my knees, undoing his belt I tenderly clasp his beautiful staff in my hands and moaning in carnal pleasure I savor the taste of his manhood, drowning that sweet, blessed tool in a bath of bliss. My young buck is groaning loudly, nearly out of his mind with delight as my tongue darted upon his flesh and rent his body with fiery strokes of desire, then soft, gentle teasing caresses. His hands tangled in my thick hair pressing me tight against his groin; encouraged by his pleading moans I sucked greedily on his swollen, throbbing manhood and gently stroked his testicles, cradling them in my warm fingers. He starts as his body is jolted by waves of intense pleasure, clutching me and wild with need he plunges again and again into the hot depths of my mouth, his desires so sharp and hot as his body shakes violently approaching the moment of blissful release.

Suddenly I stop my licking, his need causing him to cry out in torment; his body hot and taunt as a burning rope. Casting his wolfish gaze down upon me, he sees how my eyes, like burnished amber, shine with longing, and he knows that I can wait no longer. Snarling like a wild animal he tears off my clothing and throws me to the ground and I gladly give my body to him. I moan in pleasure as my love mounts me swiftly, I shamelessly guide his raging cock to my opening and with one powerful thrust he plunged into me, then withdrew almost entirely leaving only the crown within me, then vigorously plunging in again even more deeply; all the while hungrily licking my breasts with his long, hot tongue.

Our lovemaking is passionate and wild as we lustfully clutch at each others flesh, God knows how often I scream and swoon from the overwhelming pleasures this beast awakens in me as he rides me fast and hard. No longer kind and gentle, my companions eyes are now yellow as gold and burning wickedly with flames of inhuman lust. I can feel him start to swell inside me as raw desire rises within in him depriving him of all reason; lost in the power of the fuck he instinctively rams his throbbing member into me, thrusting faster and faster as the carnal pleasure builds and makes his blood boil.

I writhe in passion beneath the great beast, his thick fur shone like a raven's feathers in its blackness and I clung to it in an impossible effort to pull my body yet closer to his, mindless of the long, sharp claws digging into my flesh. All at once my lover tenses and arches his back as spasms rack his body, throwing his head back he howls his ecstasy to the stars, his milk-white fangs glinting in the moon's light as his body claims me, and I greedily accept the hot cum that shoots from his cock, filling me with his essence.

More sated than I ever thought possible, joyfully I embrace him and caress his back as he collapses, panting, on top of me, his head rests on my shoulder and I can feel his hot breath on my neck. As his body relaxes the beast retreats and my lover returns to his human form, he looks at me affectionately, his eyes shining with pleasure.

"You see," he says, with an amused chuckle, "I told you, you're a real bitch!"

I attempted an indignant "harumph" but as his lips meet mine in a soft kiss my rebuke dies in my throat and is replaced by contented sigh and, betrayed by my own body, I could not deny to my wolf that I am his bitch.