by Kizzie Hayes
Finally, he dropped forward onto all fours, and I caught sight of his generous tail, which swung from side to side in a lazy manner. The silver lightning faded away, to reveal a handsome gray wolf. He dropped his shoulders, stretched out his front paws and yawned deeply, then leaned forward to stretch his back legs.
“Ashley?” I dared to ask. He barked once, and left his jaw hanging open His teeth were exposed in what I hoped was a smile. I hoped he would remember that I was someone he’d been taking care of, and not something to eat. I tensed when he padded closer. His cold, black nose twitched as he sniffed my injured leg. Before I could wonder what he was doing, he began to lick the swollen limb, glancing up at me as he did so. Pieces of a puzzle fell into place.
“Did you bite my leg, Ashley?” He whimpered quietly, but continued to lick my skin.
“But why? Did you plan to eat me?” Immediately, he dropped his head. He opened his mouth and gently grasped my ankle, barely brushing the skin with his teeth. When he tugged, it was enough to compromise my balance. I staggered, but managed to remain upright. He tugged again, pulling me toward the sofa. Another piece of the puzzle clicked home.
“Did you pull me out of the snow?” I asked. He glanced up at me, his tongue lolling from the side of his mouth. I guessed again. “You had such a firm grip on my leg, you bit into me, didn’t you?” Ashley offered me a paw, then sniffed my leg again.
“You didn’t mean to hurt me at all, did you?” I asked. Ashley pressed his head to my thigh and whimpered quietly. I smiled and stroked the soft fur on the top of his neck.
“I forgive you, Ashley. You pulled me out from under the snow. You probably saved my life.” Ashley looked up at me and made a sound which sound oddly like ‘huh?’ I laughed. “Okay, you did save my life. Thank you.” I dropped into a crouch and slid my arms around him. He pressed his head against my neck, and we snuggled; me in my t-shirt and panties, him naked but for a luxuriant fur coat.
As lovely as it was, within a minute I wanted more. It was true that I was hugging the creature who had saved my life, but more than a hug was needed here. I wanted to kiss him, and I couldn’t kiss a wolf.
“Change back, Ashley,” I said softly. “I want to thank you properly.”
The wolf wriggled his way out of my grasp, then backed away. I straightened up and drank in the glorious sight of a large gray wolf surrounded by a cloud of swirling silver threads. Ashley rose to stand upright as his human form adjusted itself, gaining muscle and stature. Even before the transformation was complete, I moved toward him, taking hold of his hands and pressing my lips to his. A delicious buzz sent tingles through my body as the last of the changes reshaped him. It was akin to holding a human-sized vibrator.
His powerful arms enfolded me and he returned the kiss eagerly. I sighed and molded my body against his, even lifting a foot so I could press closer. His arousal pressed against my tummy, swelling with each second. I reached down and curled my fingers around it, and was rewarded with a long groan. His hands slid down onto my butt, squeezing the cheeks firmly and sending a flush of warmth through my lower body. My mouth opened and our tongues danced. His skin was hot against mine, unusually hot. I put it down to his wolf genes. I’d expected the heat and the buzz of transformation to fade once he’d regained his human form, but something remained, something exciting. Subtle vibrations sent thrills through my nipples, my hands and through my pelvis.
My heart thumped with excitement, my breathing quickened. I was a trembling, over-excited mess, and there was but a single cure for such a condition.
“Make love to me, Ashley,” I whispered. Immediately, I was lifted into the air and carried to his bedroom, where his big bed awaited me. I trembled as he sat me down, then carefully pulled off my t-shirt. I reached back to unhook my bra, but his hands were already there. In a moment I was topless. A single large hand eased me onto my back, then joined its partner to pull off my panties. As cool air touched my moist lips, the sight of his rising erection made me shiver with trepidation. I hadn’t had sex for a long time so I was out of practice. And he was big.
But I was wet, and aching for him. Something would work out, I was sure. And it did. Very quickly. Ashley must have been desperately eager for me, because without preamble, he lowered his body onto mine, and immediately began stroking between my lips with his swollen cock-head. I threw back my head and moaned quietly.
“Too soon?” He asked quietly.
“No, no. Please…take me. I need you.” My entire body was tensed and aching for his touch. He eased into me, a small noise like a whimper escaped my throat.
“More…please…ohhh.” He slid carefully into me, eased by my plentiful wetness. But he felt so damn big, and it took a long moment of groaning and writhing to accommodate him. I clutched his upper arms tightly, alternately throwing back my head, then looking him in the eye as he pushed deeper, withdrawing a little before moving in a little further. He told me later that my expression was pleading, as if I was begging him not to hurt me. Maybe I was, but it was worth it to feel him push fully into me. His body pressed against mine and we lay there, smiling at our achievement.
And then we fucked, gently at first, but with a rising tempo as I begged him for more speed and a firmer thrust. His plunging cock drove the air from my chest, which emerged as loud cries; we filled the room with slapping sounds as our bodies collided. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him even deeper into me, and then used my fingers to claw at my breasts, driving me over the edge into a breathless, muscle-tensing orgasm.
“Fuck…amazing…holy…fuck…love it!” I managed. Ashley smiled as he continued to stroke my passage with his cock, but at a much slower pace. It was heavenly, but I needed him hard and fast again. When I begged, he obliged, fucking me as hard as I could take until I came again. I pressed my lips hard together and squealed through my nose for a moment, before my breath exploded from my mouth as a deep, primal growl of satisfaction.
“Oh, fuck, yes. Fuck…yes…”
“You’re amazing, April,” he said softly. I love the way you feel around me.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck. “I love the way you feel inside me.”
“I want to help you come again.”
“Mmm…” I kissed him. “And I want you to come for me just not inside me, okay?”
“You’re not taking anything for protection?”
“Uh-uh.”
“Then I might make a mess on your beautiful soft skin.”
I grinned. “Let me worry about that. Make love to me some more.”
My third orgasm gave me cramps in my toes, they curled up so tightly, but I managed not to slow Ashley down. He was fucking eagerly now, having found his perfect rhythm. His breathing was loud in my ear and against my shoulder as he clung to me, thrusting hard as aftershocks rippled through my body. His arms had slid beneath my shoulders and he held tight as his rising groan signalled his approaching orgasm.
“Come for me, baby,” I urged. I gripped his hard buttocks tightly, stinging him with my nails as he hammered against me.
“So close…” he whispered. “So damn close.”
“I want to see you come, baby. I want to watch you come all over me.”
“Oh, fuck…”
“Fuck me until you come. Fuck me then show me how you come onto my body.”
He pulled out an instant later, scrambling to lift himself off me as the critical moment arrived. I looked down to see his erection, slippery with my wetness appear above my intimate patch of hair. The first spurt exploded at me, hitting my chin and neck. I squealed at the unexpected force of the hot liquid. The second jet splattered across my breasts. I laughed with delight and reached up to stroke Ashley’s tense face as he groaned deeply. His entire body convulsed as he came again, spreading the thick liquid across my tummy.
“Oh, baby, that looks so intense.”
“Fuck…” he groaned, nodding. His eyes were tightly closed as he squirted again, this time just above my
patch of hair. A thick trickle of white oozed from the swollen head as he shuddered. His chest heaved with the effort.
“Wow…wow…”
“That was amazing.” I brushed his lips with a finger. I’d never had a man come over me before. I’d always encouraged them to come inside me. I loved the feeling of their cock swelling as they came, and the rush of liquid heat. But that was when I had access to a morning-after pill. Unfortunately, there were no pharmacies up here in the mountains. But I loved the slickness of his cum all over my chest. I spread it across my breasts and over my erect nipples, enjoying the sensation immensely. Of course, it would soon dry to stickiness, but for now, it was warm and slippery.
I expected Ashley to rise to his knees, but he surprised me by lying on top of me.
“You’re getting all sticky, baby. You’re lying in your own cum.”
He grinned and kissed me. “Perfect excuse to shower together.”
“Oh? Well, in that case.” I wrapped my arms around him and spread his own stickiness across his back. We laughed and kissed deeply, murmuring our happiness into each other’s mouths.
I never wanted to leave this place of peace and solitude, not even after my leg healed. I’d found someone I could love, a true free spirit of the wilderness, and an animal lover too.
The fact he could turn himself into a wolf? It simply added to his perfection. And the buzz I got from holding him was the icing on the cake.
I’d found my happy ever after.
THE END
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Bonus Story 10 of 44
Aileen
Aileen Miroki hitched a ride from the Detroit Metro Airport on the back of a jet black motorcycle called Rabble Rouser, her auburn hair ruffled into the driver’s spare helmet. She had been down these long, tree-lined highways before, but in the winter air everything seemed different. Aileen hadn’t seen snow in six years, so she reveled in the sight while clutching her arms around the driver’s waist. She had five years of education from one of the world’s top astrophysics programs, and still she could barely comprehend the simple beauty of snow.
The driver dropped her off at the edge of Ohio and was hesitant when she insisted that he leave her in the middle of nowhere. She was sure that he would come on to her, or offer to take her back to his place, but he was actually a gentleman under his red chrome helmet, and gave her a twenty despite her refusal. Aileen needed to be alone after the five-hour flight from Los Angeles, and only the vast countryside could give her relief before she finally returned home.
Everything around her was white, and even under the layers of winter clothes she could still feel the cold air biting at her. It was a drastic change from the constant heat she was used to. There was still about 75 miles to the town of Luckey, and she was hungry to get her hands on her own set of wheels.
If she remembered correctly, there was a used auto shop a few miles down the road. She walked south down Highway 15 For an hour, embracing the numbness as the cold set over her, first her legs and then her face. Hiking had always been a passion of hers, even though she normally hiked in the Santa Monica Mountains. Though there were no rattlesnakes out here, the icy road proved to be just as risky as any trail.
Finally, she saw the sign for Viking Auto Sales in the distance, the junker dealership she and her father always passed when he dropped her off at the airport. Aileen walked to the small red building within the circle of used vehicles. A bell rang as she opened the door. The musty room seemed empty, except for a short bald man asleep behind the counter, the low sound of his daytime television show rambling on.
“Hello, sir,” Aileen said, quiet enough as to not wake him.
His eyelids drifted open, and once he caught sight of her he sat upright. “Sorry to wake you,” she said, peeking through the window to catch another glimpse of the vehicles outside. “I’m looking to walk out with something right now. Do you take cash?”
The old man cleared his throat and smoothed out his clothes. “Well, yes, ma’am,” he mumbled. Aileen could tell that he found her attractive by his flush cheeks and averted gaze. Scrolling through his computer, the man coughed again and said, “Trouble is there’s no ATM or bank for another ten miles or so up the road.”
Aileen smiled, removed her thick gloves and reached into her navy blue pea jacket. She withdrew a wad of cash and said, “I’ve got about six thousand, here. Five thousand for something I can drive off the lot, and one thousand for the trouble.”
Money wasn’t something Aileen was low on, the government had assured that. After graduating at the top of her class, they had given her the Baroness Aviation Fellowship for Most Innovative Aircraft Design. If anyone asked why she didn’t work, she would vaguely reply, I’m taken care of, trying to brush the subject off.
At the sight of the enormous wad, the man’s eyebrows shot up, not expecting her to pull it all out on the spot. “Are you…” he eyed her up and down, cautiously, “…looking for anything in particular?”
“Something big,” she said with a grin, “and something manual.”
He laughed at her excited face, understanding the innuendo. “Well, Miss, you sure do have a face I can trust. I think I have just the thing for you. It ain’t first class, but it’ll get you where you need to go.”
“I’d love to see it,” Aileen replied, following the old man out the side door. He led her a few rows over to a white ’98 Dodge Dakota. “Extended cab, v-6 stick,” she said, running her hands along the scratched exterior. “I’ll take it.”
***
Aileen felt the vibration of the engine through the steering wheel, and the heat didn’t work, but at least the lighter was intact, allowing her to chain-smoke for miles thanks to the pack of Marlboros the old man had given her. She kept the window down as she drove east, enjoying the brisk wind against her face. The dirty smell of cigarettes made her think of her father, and that was the thought that kept her foot steadfast on the gas pedal.
Instead of taking the faster route, Route 6, which would be a straightaway until I-75, Aileen decided to follow the State Route 65 along River Road and across Grand Rapids. When she was a little girl, Aileen would go sledding with her mother and father at Fort Meigs where there was a giant slope that faced the enormous river. Aileen continued to visit their sledding spot at least once every year after her mother passed away.
There was more than one ghost Aileen prepared to face as she drove through Perrysburg, around the pewter colonnade. Her first priority was to catch up with her father, as she’d promised all throughout school, because she had simply been too busy at CIT. Although her father didn’t study astrophysics, he was a well-known mechanic, and taught her everything she knew about handling vehicles.
The other ghost that Aileen had in mind was Darren, her ex-fiancé. Darren had proposed to Aileen right out of high school and, although she said yes, Darren had different feelings about her moving to California. He was tall, handsome, clean-cut with a bright smile, and one of the brightest, wittiest men she had ever met. They were high school sweethearts, and it was true that she missed him from time to time. Living in Pasadena, however, she was never far from the nightlife of Hollywood, where she had more than her share of vain men trying to make it in the film industry. Her only other options were the guys in the astrophysics program, and they were a little too scrawny for her taste.
Who knew how long catching up with her father could take? She didn’t intend to rush anything with him. Darren could wait, and the truth was that he was married with children, anyway. That didn’t stop him from emailing her from a private account, though.
Aileen wanted to spend time in the house where she grew up, watching the old movies that her and her father watched thousands of times over, laughing over the good times. For once it started to feel good being home again.
The rest of the drive went by in a daze, and Aileen’s thoughts were lost admiring how good of a deal she got with the Dodge. Sure, she had a rattle to her
, but the transmission was fluid with every jerk of the stick shift Aileen made. Her house was far out into the country, the only house for miles, acres all around it. Aileen had always thought it strange that when they went to the grocery store, they always had to buy enough supplies for the whole month, because the closest store was an hour away. In LA, Aileen had little to no reason to leave her apartment other than class.
The fields in Luckey were barren in the wintertime, and as Aileen looked ahead to her house, she could see blinking lights blurred in the distance. Flashes of red came from the duo of vehicles parked outside the house. Is my father okay? Aileen thought. She kept her foot steady on the pedal until she realized that the vehicles were both paramedics.
*****
The truck increased speed, and when Aileen finally reached the house, she left the vehicle running in the yard, hopped out, and ran for the front door. There were no paramedics outside, and as she entered the house, there was one woman about her age standing at the foot of the wood-paneled stairwell.
“Are you Mr. Miroki’s daughter?” the paramedic asked.
“Yes, I am,” Aileen answered. “Where is he?” She looked around frantically, not letting herself think the worst of the worst quite yet.
“I’m sorry, Miss Miroki, but your father is gone,” she said, her face tightening inward. “I’m afraid he suffered a heart attack about an hour ago. He called 911, but when the operator answered, there was no response.”
This can’t be happening, Aileen thought. I was finally finished with school, finally ready to be his daughter again. She closed her eyes, her face hot with the need to create tears. The paramedic reached out and put her hand on Aileen’s shoulder.
“We’ve already taken him into the ambulance,” the paramedic said. “They were just upstairs making sure there was no other possible cause of death.”
“What do you mean, ‘other cause of death’?” Aileen asked. “Like drugs, or something?”