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Kevin lifted his head to look at the girl and knew he was about to transform and there was nothing he could do about it. He was too weak to get up, let alone run anywhere. The window lightened more and the first rays filtered through the grimy window. His transformation complete, Kevin looked at the girl, wondering what her reaction was going to be. If she was shocked, she hid it well. Her expression was only quizzical as his fur withdrew into his pores, his snout shortened and ears shrunk. His four legs shimmered into two legs and a pair of arms, complete with hands and fingers. The change only took a few seconds and she stood, stock still as she witnessed it. In human shape, the wound didn’t look quite so bad.
It was deep and had bled quite a lot, but already, the werewolf healing process was underway and gradually, the wound was closing. He was still very weak and his usually exhaustion after the first night, was greatly magnified. Kevin broke the silence. I’m sorry you had to see that. Why sorry? It had to happen. It’s not like I could go out or something and find a wolf replaced by a man is it? How long? How long what? Have you been this way? A werewolf? Six months or so if think; time blurs. He then told her the story of his life up to now and about the pack. By the time he had told her everything, sunlight was streaming into the shack, Kevin had to shield his eyes.
That is one of the down sides, intolerance to sunlight. I had better get back and get some clothes on. He knew he wouldn’t be able to make it through the forest. Although the tissue around the wound had almost completely healed now, the combination of light and the loss of blood would probably finish him off. I think you had better stay here. Am I in any danger Kevin? I mean, will you attack me in wolf form? Since my turning, I haven’t had any human company at all so I don’t know how I will react.
I did say though, that as a wolf, I couldn’t stand the smell of human flesh, so I think you will be okay. It occurred to him that she hadn’t told him her name and he knew nothing about her at all. He had been so engrossed in telling her his life story, that it might have appeared as if he wasn’t interested. What do I call you? He waited for her answer as she opened the door just enough to slip out. Denise. You can call me Denise or Den for short. I won’t be long. You rest here and try to sleep. He did sleep and only woke when she returned several hours later. It was the sound of his motorbike that woke him. His stomach growled to let him know that he was hungry.
She sidled through the door carrying two plastic bags and his clothes under her arm. Apart from the obvious, I didn’t know what werewolves eat so I bought some liver and hearts. Will that be okay? He laughed. It felt foreign to laugh, but her expression and the ignorance struck him funny. It was the first time he felt relaxed and could laugh since the night on the beach.
I eat anything normally. He told her. It’s only when I change that my diet becomes specialised. Then it is a different hunger all together and has very little to do with needing food, but is no less urgent. Without a kill, my lupine side will die and so will the other side of me. Thanks all the same and I’m famished. Although he was still naked, he got up, completely healed and took the bags from her while she struggled to get through the door. She cooked the liver while he dressed and handed him a plate of liver and baked beans with a slice of thick bread. It tasted like the best meal he had ever eaten and the tea completed the food. Denise. He started. I know nothing about you, why you live in a hut in the middle of the forest or what you do. Tell me all about you.
They passed the afternoon with Denise telling him of her life to this point. She had been married to a guy who liked to beat her up when he had a drink and didn’t stick to their marriage vow of excluding all others. Their friends sided with him, believing her to be lying. After the separation, she found herself ostracized and shunned by the group of people she had though of as friends. It was as if he held them all in thrall.
Her resultant depression led to a breakdown and hospitalisation for two years. Since then, she had shunned people and preferred to live in the quiet seclusion of the forest tending injured animals or just watching nature go about its business. The medical people had signed her off permanently, so she had to visit town once a week to pick up her social security and shop for food. Other than Tuesday’s, she had no contact with the outside world and that was the way she liked it. Kevin had been feeling sorry for himself on and off since his turning, but after listening to Denise’s story, he realised he didn’t have it so bad. Sure it would be nice to have a couple of friends who lived a night life, but on the whole, he was okay and better than most.
As darkness descended, he changed. Denise opened the door and silently, he slipped out into the night, to hunt under a full moon. After his appetite was satisfied, the black wolf returned, there was still several hours of moonlight left, but he found himself returning to the shack and the girl.
She stood at the door, looking out and wondering if he would return. Even from several yards away, he could smell her, could hear her blood coursing through her veins. He wanted her. He needed her as a friend, someone to belong to, someone to be with, a companion, a pack mate. He wanted her as a lover and approached on silent pads.
She saw him only when he was a few feet away, his black coat hiding him from her eyes and only appearing as a darker shade in the blackness of night. Wordlessly, she stepped backwards into the shack, leaving the door open for him to enter. An unspoken, common need passed between them. They both needed someone and the strangeness of their lives restricted their hopes of finding a mate.
He sat on his haunches and watched her as she slipped out of the cotton dress she was wearing, aware of the rush of adrenalin saturated blood pumping through her veins. He could sense the electrical charges as her brain worked frantically, but even more obvious to his senses was her pheromone perfume. Her undergarments were stepped out of and she stood, naked and proud in front of him, like a challenge and a dare in one figure. Her breasts were quite small with dark pink circles around erect nipples. Her stomach was flat with no extra fat and then her hip flared in a rounded curve that drew his eyes to her fur-covered mons. Her lithe and athletic legs trembled slightly while he visually inspected her.
Words were not needed. She sat on the edge of the wooden cot and opened her thighs. He rose from his sitting position and padded over to the waiting woman. As he approached, her willingness to mate was broadcast to his olfactory senses and triggered his own response.
As if drawn by a magnet, he nosed her sex, taking in the heavenly scent and savouring the excitement it caused his nervous system, enjoying the thrill as his own sex stiffened and felt the coolness of the night air. Her taste was as he expected. Secretions from her instinctive reaction to what was about to happen, flooded his mouth and taste buds, heightening his own preparedness for sex. His tongue flicked out and in a fluid motion, took her anus, vagina and clit in one motion. It was as if she had been electrified; the response from her was so powerful. Somehow, she managed not to clamp her knees together as the pleasure of his tongue caused her to spasm and her back to arch.
Kevin’s wide tongue searched for her opening and then, once found, searched to part her lips so that he could drink of her nectar the more deeply. He urgent lashes were rewarded when she opened like a blooming rose for him and he stroked her inner being with his lapping tongue. She came, coating his muzzle with her ambrosia and sighed her orgasm. He paused and took her taste to the back of his throat his taste buds creating a memory of her and storing the information, never to be forgotten.
Kevin stood on his hind legs between her parted knees and shuffled forward, his forepaws either side of her flawless alabaster white skin. She must have thought he was going to mount her because she raised her knees to create the perfect angle for his entry, but he only wanted her taste for the moment and lowering his mouth, he licked up her sweat that beaded on her smooth skin. Starting at her navel, he worked in lascivious strokes to her breasts where her heat was most concentrated at the fold under her mammary orbs. She stroked his magnificent head, letting the coarse hair strand through her fingers as his tongue created mini whirlpools of sensation that rose and fell in curlicues of peeks. This felt like death, like she would never recover from the height she had attained, or if she did, the plummet back to earth would be a fatal fall.
