Howl

When she turned,
there was nothing there,
only the cold breath of night
caressing her neck.

Now she was tied,
spread-eagled on the soft moss
of the forest floor, the cool wind
pouring over her naked back.

The Pack, she knew somehow,
the Pack had done this,
but the memory receded into the darkness
like the windblown leaves before her.

Then she saw those eyes once more,
shining as brightly as the full moon above them,
meeting hers with unknown intention.

He exhaled a frosty cloud,
then sniffed, drinking her in.
He knew it was her time,
could feel it in the air,
and he was powerless against her draw.

He circled her slowly
before approaching,
his face dim in the moon's icy light.

He knelt behind her,
luxuriating in her scent,
then climbed her body,
his claws on her moonlit back, and
lay upon her, his hard, pulsating furry shaft

taking refuge
in the wide-open crack of her ass.
She could feel his muzzle against her
as he licked the exposed nape of her neck
and the subtle contours of her ears,
before nipping her gently.

She felt his warmth as it entered her blood,
flowing into her brain, her heart, her toes,
her cunt.

He slid down her naked back, his tongue
tracing her spine as he descended.
She felt his muzzle as it reached her throbbing cunt,
so cold and yet so warm.

He drank in her scent yet again,
a bitch in primal heat.

He began to lick her,
beginning with her inviting ass,
which he stroked up and down
with his tongue, as his claws

traced the naked flesh of her back,
etching runes of blood
permanently into her skin,
as his tongue lashed its way
into and out of her ass.

She was on fire,
straining against the tethers
binding her limbs,
wanting to grab his face
and press it more tightly against her.

He descended,
mercifully at last, to tend
her throbbing cunt.

His frenzied tongue,
driven by her scent, frantically
licked the walls and lips of her nether mouth,
circling the throbbing, yearning bud
of her clit, while his hands

squeezed the mounds of her ass
as he lapped her slit harder and harder,
his long tongue penetrating
into the hitherto uncharted depths of her cunt,
before tracing its hood and her clit once again.

As his tongue worked her harder and harder,
driven by an implacable hunger,
his fingers violated her ass,
thrusting in time with her movements,
and he could feel her tremble as her hips
rose off the mossy carpet to meet his every thrust.

Her legs began to shake and she yelped
as he shoved his claws all the way up her ass,
pressed his tongue hard against her clit and
his muzzle deeply into her cunt as she came,
her waters washing over him.

They collapsed upon the mossy floor,
the moonlight dancing on their skin as they lay
in silence, their frosty breaths
carried away by the wind.

Then he rose,
climbing her,
his wet shaft leaving a river
flowing down the valley of her back.

His lips found her neck,
and she could feel
his hardness against her.

She moaned at his first thrust,
filling her, spreading her
as she had never been spread before.

His tongue found her ear
on the second thrust,
penetrating her to new depths.

He nipped her ear once more,
his claws tracing the sides of her breasts

as he buried himself in her
up to the hilt,
and she moaned and turned her head,
to find his lips with hers,

as he began to pound his way
in and our of her helpless body.
He grabbed her breasts with his claws,

her hard nipples burning with desire,
eight of them now,
as he clawed her harder and harder
and his thrusts became more violent,
the now familiar fur of his cock desperately
seeking entry to its new home within her walls.

Her hips rose from their mossy bed
as she pushed to meet his every thrust,
his hands on her head now
as she felt her body trembling,

the climax now rising from her depths
as he impaled her,
their bodies rigid
as his warm seed
poured into her welcoming womb.

Again they lay in silence,
his still rocky shaft lodged deeply inside her.

She could now
hear the pounding of a thousand hearts,
smell the rushing blood of countless prey
wafted softly on the night breeze.