My Werewolf Lover

by Brenda Steele

  He grinned, “Elves are not the only beings with abilities. Tell me, what is your name?” His question was more of a demand. I got the feeling he was used to commanding. He would have a lot to learn about Elves, and I was only to happy to teach him. Well, if this was more than a one time deal.

  "My name is Elspeth, but you may call me Ellie. What is your name, werewolf?” I infused as much command in my tone as he did, and waited on bated breath to see if he would refuse to answer, being so proud.

  He only chuckled. “You will learn your place soon enough, young one."

  I clenched my fists at my sides, tearing up blades of grass. He got off on trying to tame me. If I fought, it would turn him on, make him harder. And though I didn't speak the words out loud, the smirk on his face and the triumph in his eyes let me know my imaginings were on target. The wolf was more experienced than I. He was clever, and he could have any woman he wanted, I was sure, with a snap of his fingers. I, on the other hand, was nearly driven to madness with need.

  My soon to be lover leaned down toward me, his lips barely brushing mine. His hairy chest grazed my nipples, and my body involuntarily arched up toward him. He whispered, “My name is Conall. Say it."

  The warning in his black eyes made me tremble. “Conall."

  He nodded. “I will make you cry out my name continuously as I thrust all of myself inside you. I will not return you to your village until I have sated our desires, which will take some time."

  "I'll be missed,” I squeaked.

  The look in his eyes told me he didn't care.

  "I change my mind,” I told him.

  "I have claimed you."

  Shaking my head, I raised a hand to push him back from me. At the same time, I formed a shield, strong enough to lift the wolf into the air. He balanced on the shield, his naked form hovering above my body.

  "You can't claim me. I am all but betrothed. My father has promised me to an Elf male. I don't doubt that I will be married within the next month or two.” Which of course begged the question, why was I in the Forbidden Woods about to lose my virginal status to a werewolf.

  Conall was not interested in my excuse or my reason for, in a sense, being unfaithful to my intended. As far as he was concerned, there was no intended. I belonged to him. His next admission confirmed it.

  "Ellie, you are foolish and young, exactly what I thought when I first saw you leaning over me in the woods after my hunt."

  My shield faltered. For a few minutes, I worked to hold it before speaking. “You? That could not have been you who was injured. There's no scar on your body. You were torn apart, and I expected you to be down for weeks to heal. Had you used an Elf, it would be less time, but still...” My mind clouded with confusion as I stared at the spot where he had been bleeding profusely.

  "Werewolves are fast healers,” he said simply. Then he reached down through my shield as if it didn't exist. He rested a palm against my chest, his gaze locking on mine. “I claimed you before the elders and my people. You sealed it when you drank from me, causing us to understand each other's language."

  "That was forced!” I screeched.

  His response was a raised eyebrow.

  "Okay, not forced but still coerced. I do not belong to you, wolf. I told you, I am promised to an Elven male. In fact, you might say I belong to him."

  Conall lowered himself back down to lay across my body. Though I tried to hold it, my shield dissolved. He reached down to my thighs and yanked them apart so that he could settle in between. “If you would like to say that again, I would be happy to go to your village tonight and tear this Elf to shreds. No healing you do will help him. Is that what you want?"

  I shivered. “No.” I wanted this, and now I had more than I bargained for. Hadn't the elders said not to mix with werewolves? I should have listened. Maybe there was a way to be free of this savage. Having sex with him once could not hurt. I could have my desires satisfied and then I could go to my father and confess what I'd done. He would help me to rectify the problem. I was more naive then I realized.

  Hiking up my thighs to give himself better access to my pussy, Conall slid down my body until his mouth was poised above my juicy box. He ran his tongue along his lips, giving me the impression of a hungry wild animal. Nervousness fluttered in my belly.

  When he plunged between my legs, shoving his un-Elven like tongue inside me, though it hurt just a little, I was already bucking against his thrusts and whining my pleasure. I grabbed onto his hair and dragged him closer, wanting all of his tongue. It was stiff, long and thick for a tongue. Was it like having a man's cock in me? I didn't know, but if the feeling was similar, I'd lose my mind before an hour was up.

  Conall pulled back his tongue and began an exploration of my clit. I screamed when he began to suck it hard into his mouth. My ass rose from the ground, and I was chanting his name just as he wanted me to.

  "Yes, please yes! Conall!"

  Within seconds I was cuming into his mouth and Conall was lapping up my sweet cream. His low pitched grunts of delight and the sound his tongue and lips made as he ate me sent me over the edge several more times. I was wiggling my hips and tugging at his hair, demanding that my lover never stop.

  Several hours later, Conall finally climbed up from between my legs. I could not believe a man could eat a woman for so long and she cum at his mouth's command each and every instance. My pussy was thrumming with his ministrations, but still my little clit was swollen.

  "Don't worry, little one,” Conall chuckled. “Your button will be satisfied as soon as you are full with me. He placed a hand at either of my hips and pressed the head of his cock against my opening. Fear gripped me. “You must relax, Ellie, or it will hurt more."

  "Have you seen your size, Conall?” I nearly chewed my bottom lip off.

  He pressed harder so that the tip eased inside me. I pinched my eyes closed, gripped his forearms and held my breath. The pain was great.

  "I have seen myself, and I am convinced you will enjoy me. Open your legs wider, baby, and let me prove it to you.” I could hear the effort at patience in his voice. Anyone detecting that note would know the werewolves considered the Elves weak, soft. No doubt Conall thought I should just grit my teeth and let him shove all of himself inside me. That thought almost made me faint.

  "I will take you slowly. Don't worry.” He was reading my mind again. If I continued to see him, there would be no secrets. I needed to enjoy this, every moment and damn the consequences. They would come soon enough when my father knew of what I had done, how I had shamed my family name.

  Not soon enough, but still so hot, my lover got all of himself inside me. I moaned my combination of pain and pleasure when he rolled into me and out, over and over. His thrusts increased in speed until Conall was virtually slamming his thick cock inside my wet pussy. I wrapped my legs around his torso and cried out his name, pleading that he never, ever stop.

  When I had cum at least a half dozen times—my mind had completely forgotten how to count—Conall pulled back to flip me over. Rough fingers were pushed into my pussy, scooping out as much my thick cum as he could before smearing it on my anus. Anticipation had me squirming.

  "Are you ready?” he paused to ask.

  "Put it in me,” I screamed.

  Soon I was bouncing off the end of his pole, my nipples brushing his palms as he tweaked them. He tugged and pinched, and I came over and over. I reached a hand down between my legs to pinch my aching clit when Conall slapped away my hand.

  "You will not satisfy yourself ever again. I am your lover. That is my job."

  I didn't deign to answer because his thumb and forefinger were rolling my clit gently. Waves of passion poured over me, and tears streamed down my face as I came so hard he had to hold me to keep me from crashing down on the ground.

  When the last sexual charge electrocuted my nerve endings, Conall pulled back, lifted me and carried me deeper into the woods. This time, we came to a stream where he dipped us both into the w
ater. I was wrong. He did know how to be gentle. With caresses that had me shivering in delight, Conall washed my body then teased my clit until I came in his palm.

  He lifted me up onto his dick, which I had begun to think just never went down. Not that I was complaining. I clamped my legs around his waist, hugged him around his neck and rode to my heart's content. My cum was beginning to drip down toward my ass cheeks, but Conall caught some at my pussy. He ran his fingers over my sensitive flesh until his two fingers were coated. And then he pushed those two into my mouth.

  "Lick it,” he demanded.

  Hungry to please him and on fire at eating my own cum mixed with his, I greedily licked every drop. “How can it be this good?” I gasped against his neck, exhausted from our activities.

  "This is nothing, baby,” he promised, “once I take you fully, it will only get better and wilder."

  I frowned, “What do you mean fully? You've already been inside me. Several times, I might add."

  He clearly hesitated, “Fully taking you involves something more. You are not ready to discuss it. When you are convinced you cannot live apart from me any longer, you will come to me, and I will take you."

  Anger rocked me. He was still trying to control me, to own me. “I need to go home now,” I demanded. “My family will be worried. They will know quickly that I am not within the barrier and will search your woods. They won't give up until they find me."

  Conall pulled me tighter against him, his eyes once again turned black. “Do I look worried, Ellie?"

  "Please, Conall."

  For a stretched period, he examined me silently. Finally he said, “You will go to your village, to settle things. And I will expect you back in one week."

  Chapter Five

  I wasn't going back. It was a fantasy. I had lived it, and now it was over. Conall had told me I would crave him now that I had mated with him, but I didn't believe it. After giving my father the flimsiest of excuses as to my whereabouts for hours, I settled back into my regular routine—minus forays outside the Elven barrier.

  Agreeing to wed Tomas, the son of one of the elders, in a few months’ time seemed reasonable. I had held on to my sexual desires for all these months, there was no reason why I couldn't wait longer to be intimate with my husband. My indiscretions could stay in the past, and no one would be the wiser.

  Unfortunately, I had been fooling myself. Currently, I was studying to be a teacher of first level Elves, just learning to use their magic. While that was sure to be fulfilling, it was not as yet. I had to observe holograms of other teachers who worked with the children. It would not be for another two years before classroom instruction was replaced with working with real Elven children.

  I had come to terms with falling asleep in class during the holograms. But on the first day after my sexual encounter with Conall, something strange happened to me when I fell asleep. It was as if I nodded my head, fell asleep and then woke up again. One occurrence let me know I didn't wake up at all. It was when a wolf came strolling into the lecture room.

  He stood a moment in the aisle, at the top of the stairs leading down to the instructor. My heart leapt to my throat, and I jumped to my feet, looking around to see the other Elves’ reactions. No one had moved. No one even seemed to notice. The wolf began a slow decent to my row and stopped in front of me. When he opened his mouth to speak, flashing long sharp teeth, I glanced around again. Nothing.

  "Come out to the Forbidden Woods, Ellie.” The wolf spoke with Conall's deep sexy voice. I felt a spark in my nether regions just hearing it, remembering his touch. And yes, craving it.

  But I shook my head. “I can't. I'm in class. And you had better get out of here before the elders find you."

  The wolf made no other attempt to speak. It simply turned around and headed up the stairs again. The weird part about that was that I followed, as if I had no choice. My body knew what it wanted. Even my eyes ached to gaze on Conall's naked form.

  When I reached the barrier, I passed right through it. Normally, I would have to concentrate, will myself into a sort of two dimensional being in order to slip through the hold surrounding our village. But this was a dream and perhaps I wasn't really leaving.

  Moments later, after following the wolf deep in the woods, I stopped at the tree I believed to be the one where Conall had found me crying for him. The wolf turned at its base and began to transform to first a werewolf and then fully man. My gaze dropped to his thick cock, and I licked my lips. It was hard. A flash of me sliding up and down that wonderful pole went through my mind, and my lover grinned.

  "Come here and let me satisfy you.” Conall reached out a hand to me. He didn't need to ask twice. I ran to take it, to be lifted up into his arms.

  My clothing disappeared so that I was naked. Conall stroked a hand over my ass, and teased my rectum with his finger. A shiver of delight lit my body. “I should not be dreaming this in class,” I gasped.

  He ignored my comment. “Tell me what you would like me to do to you first."

  I think that this wolf was incapable of speaking to me in anything other than a command, but somehow it made not a lick of difference. If I could have him all day, it wouldn't be long enough. “I want you to eat me,” I told him, instilling command in my own voice. He flicked up an eyebrow, but complied.

  Conall eased me back down to my feet before dropping to his knees. When his mouth was inches from my pussy, I began to tremble in anticipation. I leaned a hand against the tree behind his back and spread my legs a little wider. He ran rough palms down my outer thighs and then up the inside. But his fingers never touched my moist center. He uttered a bark and a growl before plunging his mouth between my legs.

  I screamed and threw back my head as his long tongue invaded my tunnel. He dipped in and out, scooping my cream into his hungry mouth. I felt like I was his only sustenance feeding him. When he began to suck and tease my swollen clit, I whimpered, pressing both my hands against the tree and resting my cheek against those.

  My hips ground forward and back against his mouth. My climax was ready to rupture like a bubbling volcano. “Oh my goodness, Conall. I'm going to cum!” He grasped my ass cheeks to shove me tighter against his mouth. His tongue plowed inside, wriggling with such strength, it felt like a dick. I panted and pleaded to cum. I needed release, needed him never to take it out of me.

  Too soon and not soon enough my climax crashed down over me. My legs gave, but Conall held me in place as he pierced me again and again with his tongue. I never came down from my exploding orgasm. I just kept going up again and cuming in his mouth.

  Finally, after what seemed like hours of bliss, Conall pulled back. “Now you will satisfy my need."

  My lover eased me gently onto my back and positioned himself above me. He stared down into my eyes as his fingers explored my body, first tweaking a nipple then gliding lower. When his fingers dipped into the wetness at my core, I grasped my knees, wanting him to have all the access he desired.

  "You like that, my love?” he queried.

  My heart did flip flops. He'd called me his love. I didn't think I felt anything more than lust for him, but then why did his words fill me with such joy? “Yes.” I wanted to say something more, to dispute my being his love, but I couldn't seem to focus long enough to know what words would work. Conall was finger-fucking me so hard and fast, I felt myself going up again. “Conall..."

  "It pleases me to make you cum."

  As I neared climax again, Conall replaced his fingers with his shaft. He held my hips in place as he plunged deep inside me. I wrapped my legs around him to rest my heels on his ass. Just as I began to get lost in the sensations that my lover was inflicting on my lust-hazed body, I became aware that we were not alone. I glanced around to find that his pack was surrounding us, just as they had been in front of his cave.

  As before, the males drove fingers inside their women in a steady rhythm while their gaze never left Conall and I making love on the ground. I stiffened, feeling unco
mfortable about being observed this way.

  "Conall, they are watching us."

  He covered my mouth to kiss me before answering. “It is our custom. When I make you fully mine, my people must observe our final bonding."

  I shook my head. “No way. Tell them to leave or we can stop now."

  "Too late, my love."

  I screamed when the werewolf bared his fangs and sunk them deep into my neck. At the same time, we came together, the hot rush of our sexual juices running together and bonding us for a lifetime.

  Chapter Six

  The dreams continued, several sessions a day. They were so vivid, so real. It was like I was fucking Conall all day long, every day. It was oh so satisfying and frustrating at the same time. Everywhere I went, I heard his name. I knew it was all in my head when I visited the tea room of an elderly, widowed Elf. Her husband was reported to have been murdered by a werewolf. So I knew she couldn't have shouted “Conall” to me across the restaurant when I entered. It was just my obsession with my wolf lover that was causing it, an obsession that seemed to be growing.

  By the third day back from my tryst in the woods, I was desperate. I cornered my father and demanded that I be allowed to marry on the seventh day. Eager to be rid of his wild daughter, my parent agreed. And I felt safer knowing I would soon be married to Tomas, safe from the lust that ruled my body.

  The security did not last. Just two days later, I was rolling from my bed exhausted from tossing and turning. I had made love to Conall all night in my dreams, only to wake feeling like I was dying of thirst and he was my life-saving drink. Worse, I was no longer simply lusting after him, my heart was breaking being separated from him. I decided it was some sort of werewolf spell, and I was going to do something to put a stop to it.

  My idea for breaking the spell was not in visiting the village wise Elf. It was in visiting my intended and having passionate sex with him—before the wedding. This was of course against our customs, but I didn't care. I needed to be free.

  Our village was small. Though I was not allowed to “meet” Tomas until the wedding, I knew him in passing. I knew his face, where he lived. I went to school with his sister and had waited on his father at the tea room once when I had worked there for all of a moment. That job hadn't lasted as I tended to visit the Forbidden Woods more than show up at work, even before my hormones kicked in at about one hundred years of age.