by Verity Rayne
Christmas With Wolves
By Verity Rayne
Copyright 2014 Verity Rayne
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SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 25, 2007
At a quarter past midnight, a shimmering blue light begins to wake you from your sleep. As you drift back into consciousness, you welcome back the soft embrace of the satin sheets, the crackle of a distant fireplace, the warmth of my body cuddling up against your back, my left arm wrapped around your torso. Only then do your eyes flutter open, your gaze taking in the sight of a full moon in a crystal-clear sky. The massive floor-to-ceiling window in our secluded mountain home gives you a surreal panoramic view of the towering pine trees and purple mountains, both chilled under the weight of the snow that fell the night before.
But, more than anything, it is the full moon that commands your attention.
You feel the sudden urge to stand up, to climb out of bed. As you move your legs, my grasp tightens. You gently coax my arm away with your grasp, then kiss my cheek as you sit up in bed. As your naked legs dangle off the edge of the dark four-poster bed, you adjust the translucent white fabric of your nightgown, your only clothing. You look around and marvel at how the moonlight illuminates the cavernous bedroom like a derelict cathedral. Then, with a little squawk from the mattress, you stand up. The carpet feels good between your toes.
Three steps later, you’re standing at the window, looking up at the moon. Your hot breath leaves a little round patch of condensation on the glass, a small circle whose diameter grows and shrinks with each breath. Though the half-consumed logs in the fireplace still warm the room, the glass is still quite cold, and the world on the other side seems frozen into a massive mural, all motion hidden in the stillness of night.
You raise your right palm to the glass and press it on a spot just to the right of the moon. As you do, a familiar joy returns, the happy thought of cradling the moon in your hand to know what it feels like, to examine it and better understand its power. Reluctantly, the glass warms beneath your soft palm.
Behind you, I am now awake, sitting up in bed with my hands in my lap. I’m naked - save for a pair of grey boxer-briefs - and beneath them, my cock begins to tingle and expand. I’m smiling slyly as I watch you, watch the moonlight penetrate your nightgown and reveal your naked backside beneath. As I watch, I notice you bring your left hand to your mouth, then let it glide slowly down the front of your body. I was reluctant to approach you before, reluctant to disturb your moment of private enjoyment, but I cannot help myself now. Quietly, I move the coverlet aside and walk around the bed. Step by ginger step, I approach you from behind.
The more you stare at the moon, the more you feel its energy pour into your body like water into a glass. Your left hand whisks the curves of your nightgown-covered breast and grazes the erect nipple. A jingling pleasure from the contact makes you gasp skyward and you instantly begin to feel wet between your legs.
Very soon your secret will reveal itself to me. There is nowhere for you to hide.
Right when you begin to notice my presence, a kiss on the back of your neck comes at just the right time. Your head turns back over your right shoulder and our faces meet in a kiss. The hairs on my beard tickle your shoulder. Your right hand squeaks down the glass and whips its hand to the back of my head, your fingers running through my hair. My arms embrace you and my left hand drags up to the nipple on your right breast. The contact makes you step back and my underwear-covered cock pokes you playfully on the butt.
As our kiss continues, the energy that filled you begins to work its magic. It accelerates you, makes you hunger more for what is to come than ever before. You spin toward me and kiss my chest, then my lips again, and your breasts mash into my body. Building on your speed, my hands begin to grab at the bottom of your nightgown, hiking it up hungrily, and your naked butt presses into the cold glass as our momentum pushes you back. Just for a moment, we separate and I yank the nightgown over your head, dispatching it swiftly to the floor a few feet from the fireplace. You shift your weight toward me and press your naked skin against mine, our hearts beating together, our warming bodies trying to fuse into one. I take a step back to keep my balance, then feel your fingers wedge beneath the elastic band of my boxer-briefs. You yank them down in a flash, letting my cock stretch out.
When you face me once more, your eyes have turned a peculiar yellow shade, each iris resembling a golden coin. I’m about to say something, but you shove my chest and, with my underwear still around my ankles, I stumble backwards and fall onto your side of the bed. You stare at my erect member, rubbing your swollen clit as you crouch down to examine my veins. I tremble with anticipation.
All at once, you pounce and, on your knees, you swallow my cock in one gulp. I moan loudly as you take me, claiming my musk and seeking my seed. Eyes pinched shut, my face contorts with pleasure and I play with your hair, enjoying how it feels between my fingers. For you, my touch feels particularly good this time and your ears begin to tingle. As I rub the sides of your head, I notice something particularly soft, like velvet, and I am intrigued. I try to sit up, but you strongarm me with a palm to my chest that shoves me back down again. I’m about to cum already, but then I feel my cock slip from your mouth, so I try to hold it back.
I move my head up to see you start to climb over me on all fours. Then, as you lift your head, I see two pointy dog-like ears sticking out of your hair, each of them an almost piercing shade of white. Not far from my left elbow, your right hand clamps onto the coverlet. A small tuft of white fur is on the back of it and I hear a faint tearing sound as your fingers dig into the blankets. You put both hands on my chest and push your body upward. For a second, I can feel your clawed fingers dig into my chest, followed promptly by your sopping-wet pussy grazing past the tingling tip of my cock. You look back and bring one of your changing claws to my cock, guiding it into your slit.
Your hips slam down against mine, and I am inside you, balls-deep.
We both moan this time, but your moan sounds different this time, more animal-like. Your claws did not go deep into my skin, but I’m too turned-on to care anyway. It’s warm inside you, much more than before; and as you start to rock back and forth on my lap, your juices dribble onto my balls.
Soon, you begin to hop on my cock, coating my pulsing shaft with your cream. I kiss your left wrist and run my hand up your perspiring arm. As I do, I look up at your naked body and see a small patch of white fur sprout from just above your breasts. When I grab your buttocks, groping them in my big hands, I feel the rush of white fur cover the last of your skin. When I grip them tighter, your head cranes to the vaulted ceiling. I’m on the edge, but you beat me there.
“Auooooooo!” you howl, your folded white ears twitching through your hair.
Your juice flows over me and I cum, my hips bucking up into yours with every pulse. The mixture of us swirls inside you, the extra oozing out.
But our juices are now mixing inside the new creature you have become. You are half wolf now, but one with curves that are undeniably yours.
From either side of your new narrow snout, you stare me down with your menacing yellow eyes. You want more, and you shall have it.
You lean forward and we kiss once more, t
hough now with more urgency than ever, and in this position, I can feel your small fluffy tail wag back and forth, tickling my inner thighs. My cock stirs inside you and begins to get hard. You sense this by thrusting back down. My hands race up and down your furry back, smearing your beads of sweat into a shining film. You push up once more and hop with greater intensity, your breasts bouncing along playfully. My hands slip back to your breasts and I knead them in opposite directions. Sweat and juice combines at our loins, pooling fluid on the blankets as your slick pussy keeps sucking my throbbing member into its luscious grip.
Somehow, I manage to roll you over on your back and start thrusting down into you. Your legs cross behind my back, and your clawed paws lock around the back of my neck. I’m trying to maintain your pace, but you start rocking your body faster-yet, and my heart beats so fast it feels like it’s about to explode. You begin to grumble and growl, baring your fangs. The danger arouses me further. I can feel my body preparing for orgasm, seed boiling within my testicles as they slap at your wet genitals. All the while, more and more power has filled you from the moon, and no matter how hard you’ve tried to expend it in our sex, there’s too much of a surplus. You need to - no, want to - release it. You look at my neck, at the moonlit veins with hungry eyes. You know what’s going to happen and, in your ecstacy, that there is no way to stop it. In a flash, you yank yourself up to me and chomp down on my neck, then kiss the spot tenderly, letting the taste of blood tickle your tongue.
I cringe and shudder, but in doing so I hold you closer and savor your damp fur sliding against my skin. Immediately after, you release my neck and I feel my own body tingle. The same energy that filled you now flows into me, and my eyes begin to glow golden as well. You see my ears stretch into grey shapes and you can feel my nails sharpen into claws behind your back, scratching you gently beneath your shoulder blades. The changes give me a second wind, and I pick up speed when my twitching chest hair thickens into a patch of grey fur. I grasp you tighter still and get on my knees, pulling your body up from the bed so we are vertical, my growing tongue sliding all over your snout while my furry chest tickles your breasts. And as I sit on my feet with you in my arms, I can feel my own grey tail start to tickle my toes as it wags as wildly as yours.
Faster and faster we fuck, working each other’s body to the absolute limit as we’re warmed by our friction. We are nothing more than a machine churning out ecstacy, and with the moon’s energy, there’s plenty to go around. We growl at each other, spit-covered fangs licked over by hungry tongues. Your pussy is hotter than ever, my cock just as hard, and under the moonlight, we hold each other tighter than we ever have before. When it happens, our furry bellies press together and we turn our heads to the ceiling for another primal wail.
“Auooooooo!” we cry, our changed bodies twitching as wave after relentless wave of pleasure washes over us both, consuming us as we pump into and over each other’s sex.
As we catch our breath, we kiss once again, wrapped in each other’s arms with our hushed breaths puffing at each other’s shoulders. Outside the secluded ski lodge, a patch of clouds moves over the moon. Slowly, in the gathering darkness, our bodies return to their normal forms, our tails retreating and fur receding. But our love remains unchanged, our bond forever set. Together, we lay down on top of the covers and I cuddle my naked form up to yours.
We sleep now as two wolves, both awaiting eagerly the next full moon night.
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MONDAY, DECEMBER 24, 2007
That full moon comes on Christmas Eve, when you and I are at my parent’s house.
Late that night, the final raindrops of a passing storm tick against an upstairs window of my small, cozy bedroom. Inside, behind a closed white door, you and I lie together beneath the soft sheets and thick quilts of my queen-sized bed, my body embracing yours from behind. Both of us are rolled to your right, my hairy left arm draped across your soft breasts like a living bra. My right hand cups your right ass cheek, barely preventing my cock from poking your inviting crevice. Before bed, we had some fun in the shower, lathering each other’s bodies and squishing them together, mixing scents of fruit-scented bodywash with our sex until our essence squirted out of us and down the hungry drain. We hadn’t put our clothes on since, having just managed to sneak into the bedroom just before my mom climbed up the stairs.
The rain stops and a familiar blue glow fills the room through the shutters. As you adjust yourself in the bed, pressing my arm against me with your ass, your eyes open, seeing the orange numbers on the digital clock standing guard on the bedside table. 11:47 P.M., it reads.
I sense your movement and mumble something, letting my breath puff against the back of your neck, stirring the tiny hairs there to attention. You smile and turn toward your left, bringing your eyes toward mine. The tips of your ears start to tingle, warmth radiating out from them under your soft hair. You sit up and, as I move my arms, my own eyes gradually open to see your face, half-lit by the twinkling icicle lights outside my window. And, between the light and shadows, I can see your ears have become pointy, their white furry shapes twitching from on top of your head.
My smile soon matches yours and I sit up to meet you, the quilts and sheets falling from our naked bodies. We kiss, my arms wrapping around you and meeting at your back, mashing your breasts into my chest. My left hand sneaks down your spine, tickled by your growing white tail as it brushes against the sheets. All the while, your own fingers are playing with my ears, the thickening grey fur growing on them as they begin to match the shape of yours.
As I feel my grey tail begin to tickle my ass, its length brushing between the ruffled sheets, you bring your right hand to my face, temporarily separating our lips and slowing our transformations to a crawl.
I pull back and you smile, showing your fangs as you step backwards out of the bed and onto the hardwood floor. Cloaked by the long shadow cast by a dresser, I can only see the twinkle from your eyes, beckoning me with their come-hither look. Eagerly, I show my own fangs and throw the covers aside, ignoring in my haste that both our families are all still asleep in the rooms around us. Cautiously, I step out of the bed, my tail wagging in earnest to your magic touch. I want to take you right there, bend you over my bed and ram you from behind, but it’s clear you have something else in mind. My curiosity is killing me.
You take my right hand in yours and we walk three or four steps to the door, which you nudge open with your hand half-covered in white fur. You look back at me as the door begins to open, bringing the hallway into view. My heart is pounding; I know that with so many people in the house, any of them could wake up at any moment and discover us. But it’s clear you’re not worried about this, and I find your confidence contagious enough to make my own fears go away.
The door opens inward, quietly easing on its old hinges until we can both look down the hallway toward the door to my parents’ bedroom. Lights from the Christmas tree give the far end of the hallway a yellowish glow, the amount of illumination changing as the bulbs on the tree twinkle in random patterns. Before I know it, we’re walking naked down the hallway. We can feel every strand of fur poke through our skin as it slowly spreads over us, tingling our jangled nerves. The magic that controls us is toying with our forms, and we’re enjoying every second of it.
As our changing paws squish through the rough carpet of the hallway, my cock continues to pound as I can’t stop looking at your ass, at how the lights from the tree make the juice from your legs glisten like icicles of sex. When we reach the top of the stairwell that overlooks the living room, your hand tightens on mine and your body comes into better view, powerful and undeniably sexy, wisps of white fur like new-fallen snow on your shoulders and the middle of your back. My mouth waters and my balls tingle, grey fur slowly thickening around the base of my cock. You look down and see our artificial tree, surrounded on two sides by a couch and a chair, behind which is our modest dining room where we pleasured each other beneath the table the night before.
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You lead me down the stairs, the wooden banisters wrapped in green garlands, and my cock bobs with each step, bringing a small pain to the base. Mercifully, the stairs do not creak. Your hands glide easily between the garlands, your eyes transfixed by the tree; you float down the stairs. Even as our energy consumes me, I can’t stop looking over my shoulder with every step, still wondering if my parents were going to open those double doors and discover our secret forms. Yet still we step together, my hand in yours, down the final few steps. And when we reach the bottom, my cock is harder than ever, dribbling a tiny bubble of precum from its tip.