Fondest Dreams Ch. 06

Zsálya's wolf leapt at Willi almost before the shift completed, rubbing herself against his furry flank and drinking deeply of his scent. He still smelled human, but that was just fine with the she-wolf. It was the scent of her beloved, who now had a proper body to run with her and love with her. Nothing else mattered.

Willi responded to Zsálya's affections, of course, nuzzling her and rubbing his body back against hers. Before he could get too intimate, though, Zsálya hopped away and grinned at him, her tail flagged and wagging madly in the cool night air. Whether he was a true wolf or just borrowing the form, Willi would have to catch her and claim her if he wanted to mate. He had proven himself to his beloved's human-self countless times, but this was the first chance the wolf-self had had to judge Willi by her standards.

It took a moment, but once Willi understood the game he accepted it wholeheartedly. Zsálya watched carefully as he began to stalk her, circling and evaluating his prey. His movements were very strange, both of Zsálya's selves thought. He did not use the normal, natural motions that came to a true wolf as easily as breathing. Instead, Willi was using his four-legged body with the same careful precision and deliberation with which he used his normal, two-legged body. Each motion was carefully calculated to get the maximum effect from minimum effort. Thus, the overall pattern of his motion was quite different from that of any wolf Zsálya knew. However, the practice Willi had mentioned had clearly paid off. He moved with deftness and grace, and slipped around behind Zsálya almost before she knew it. She whirled to face him, and a delighted shiver ran down her body from nose to tail at the realization of how capable and dangerous her lover was in his wolf form.

Willi moved closer, and Zsálya jumped away. After a moment's pause, she turned and took off to the west, sprinting across the open field as fast as she could.

The blonde wolf took a deep breath, savoring the fresh country air and his lover's excited scent still hanging in it. Then he launched himself after her, tearing through the long grass and howling at the full moon with all his might. An answering, feminine howl ahead of him warmed Willi's heart.

The chase was on.

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If either of Zsálya's selves had taken a moment to consider it, they would have thought the current circumstances a bit unfair to Willi. In the waking world, a he-wolf usually wore his she-wolf down, tiring her until she slowed or made a mistake before pouncing and taking her. Here in the dream world, neither of them could tire, which changed the nature of the contest completely.

Instead of wearing Zsálya down, Willi knew he had to catch her through pure skill. Though he savored the challenge, he wasn't worried; despite her fine instincts, Zsálya's wolf-self was far from the most elusive prey Willi had hunted in his twenty-five years. Moreover, their earlier dancing was not the only reason he had chosen to reveal his lupine form on this particular evening. There was almost nothing but open fields between here and Ireland's west coast, giving him a major advantage over his kleinen Wolf.

That advantage was speed. Willi's wolf form was, quite naturally, much larger than Zsálya's, which meant a much longer stride. He put that stride to work as he set off after his beloved, running across the open field at an astonishing rate. He could have gone even faster by breaking the laws of physics—this was a dream, after all—or simply by using magic, but doing either would have been very unsporting. Despite being a bit slow on the uptake, Willi well understood the reason behind this chase, and he was determined to prove his worth to his beloved's wolf-self.

Willi's preferred animal form was that of a golden eagle, but he found the rush of wind through his thick fur more exhilarating, in its way, than either through feathers or on bare skin. As an eagle he could see everything happening below him, but he always felt so detached from events on the ground. As a wolf, the world around him had an incredible immediacy and intensity.

Even as he enjoyed the sensations his current form provided, the majority of Willi's mind was focused on his beautiful prey. It was easy enough to follow her scent—Willi had never felt such arousal from the she-wolf—but as a mage Willi had more than five senses to call upon. He reached out with his magical senses as well as his physical ones, and easily fixed Zsálya's exact location. Though she was making a blistering pace through the fields, he could easily catch her through speed and brute size alone.

But where was the fun in that?

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Zsálya's wolf's heart sang as she ran and ran through the picturesque Irish countryside, made more beautiful still by the soft moonlight shining all around. Though she did not have a bond with Willi, in the dream world she could still feel his emotions—excitement and lust, mainly—and gain a vague idea of how close he was. Willi had given her a generous head start, but she could feel him gaining, slowly but steadily.

She tried to put on an extra burst of speed, but found that she was already running as fast as she possibly could. She would never tire here, she knew, but neither would Willi. If she could not outrun him, she would have to outwit him, the wolf decided. She began weaving through little copses of trees and crisscrossing back and forth through the small streams that dotted the countryside, attempting to confuse her own scent and throw Willi off her trail.

It didn't work; she could feel her love catching up with every stride. He seemed to be herding her in a particular direction—she wasn't sure which—but with his speed advantage there was little she could do about it without getting caught.

Zsálya could now see Willi in the distance when she glanced over her shoulder, his blonde fur shining in the moonlight. Coupled with his long legs, Willi's strange, efficient gait seemed to eat up ground, and Zsálya was astonished how quickly he was closing the gap between them. She was so focused on her lover's blue eyes that she completely failed to notice the cliffs ahead.

Willi was well aware of them, however, and broke into a flat-out sprint. Zsálya yipped in surprise as he lunged, catching one of her hind legs with his teeth and tumbling the little black wolf to the ground. The couple's momentum kept them sliding across the grass for a short way, and Zsálya's yip changed into a yowl of terror as her head slid over the edge of a very tall cliff.

Thankfully, her lover's weight, combined with his firm grip on her, kept the rest of Zsálya's body on solid ground. Zsálya was petrified, gazing down at the sea as it foamed around the broken rocks at the base of the cliff. Willi released his love's leg—no harm done—and stood, walking up to the edge of the cliff beside her. The big blonde wolf glanced down briefly, then turned and butted his head gently against his lover's neck.

The contact broke the spell, and Zsálya was able to look up. She stared around in surprise, then in wonder at the natural beauty of the scene before them. The two wolves had a wonderful vantage point from which to gaze out on the rolling waves of the Atlantic Ocean. Her scare forgotten, Zsálya's human-self found the entire scene incredibly romantic. Her wolf was glorying in their lover's cleverness and skill in catching them so dramatically. Truly, here was a worthy male to love with! Not that she could actually have cubs with him, of course, but it was the principle of the matter.

Zsálya gathered herself and began to stand, only to stop with a squeak when Willi turned his head and almost casually wrapped his jaws around the back of her neck. The touch of his teeth to her flesh was surprisingly delicate, but Willi's manner left absolutely no doubt about his message: I caught you. Now you are mine. Zsálya made a purr-like noise and flagged her tail, signaling her delighted submission to her big, blonde wolf.

After a moment, Willi gently tugged upwards on the scruff of Zsálya's neck, signaling her to stand. She complied eagerly, tail still flagged and wagging uncontrollably. Willi was forced to release his grip to move behind his little black wolf, but she stayed quite still. He had won her, fair and square, and in any case the view over the cliff was really quite spectacular.

A delicious shiver ran down Zsálya's spine as Willi lowered his head, sniffing curiously at her sex. By now she was so aroused that her juices were literally dripping from her pussy, and Willi extended his tongue to take a taste. He must have liked it, because he began lapping enthusiastically. When Zsálya began bucking her hips backwards onto his tongue, seeking her orgasm, Willi stopped licking. Zsálya groaned, and she felt a burst of smugness from her sinfully handsome male in reply.

Zsálya's wolf was getting very frustrated. She needed to be taken, to be fucked, and she needed it now! Sensing this, Willi wasted no time in hooking his front paws behind Zsálya's shoulders and mounting her. His hard cock found her pussy, then pushed forcefully and sank deep into her willing flesh. The wolves savored the feeling of oneness for a moment, then began to move together, finding a delicious rhythm.

The books on lupine anatomy that Willi had found hadn't gone into much detail about the sexual organs. Thankfully, though, Zsálya's wolf-self knew exactly how things were supposed to be, and the certainty of her knowledge made it reality in his dream. Thus it was that Willi was now sporting an entirely normal, if impressively sized wolf cock, complete with a knot. It felt strange, to say the least, but his research had at least told him what to do with it. Correctly interpreting his body's signals, Willi gripped Zsálya tighter with his forepaws and drove himself in to the hilt, feeling his knot swell as it locked the two together.

Willi wasn't entirely sure what to expect, and the sheer force of his orgasm took him completely by surprise. It seemed much more intense than any he'd had in his human form, and he howled his ecstasy and his love to the world. Zsálya shook beneath him and howled as well, their voices blending into a single chorus of joy. As Willi's cock shot jet after jet of searing hot cum into his beautiful she-wolf, he lowered his head and bit her forcefully on the neck. The hot gush of her blood on his tongue was ecstasy in his wolf form, and the sensation drove Zsálya to the highest point of pleasure she had ever felt.

When their orgasms waned and their legs gave out, Willi managed to fall to the side rather than on top of Zsálya. His still-swollen knot carried her with him, and the two wolves lay together, joined in body and spirit. Willi had been flooding both of Zsálya's selves with his love, desire, and adoration the whole time. He continued to do so as they panted and nuzzled as best they could in the awkward knotted position.

So, this is what it is like to make love as a wolf, Willi mused as he wrapped his furry paws protectively around his darling Zsálya. I believe I am jealous.