Savage Urges

by Poppy Deveaux

  He undid his belt and stood on first one leg, then the other to remove his trousers. I could not help myself from gazing at him. He was wearing a dark pair of close-fitting jockey shorts, and I could see the outline of his firm buttocks and long thighs. There was a downy vee of hair in the small of his back, pointing down into the cleft of his buttocks and I found I could not tear my eyes away from it. Then with a quick movement he pulled down his shorts and stood naked in the sunlight. I had a glimpse of his cock, heavy and darker than the rest of his skin, surrounded by tantalising curls of hair, before he turned and dived into the pool. He surfaced a few seconds later, wiping the hair and water out of his eyes.

  “Is it cold?” I shouted.

  “It’s beautiful. Come and join me.” He swam back a few strokes and looked at me.

  I felt suddenly shy. Although only yesterday he had seen me, tasted me, completely naked, this seemed even more exposing. The sunlight was bright, and I didn’t usually take off all my clothes in the woods, even if it was just the two of us.

  “Come on. I won’t look if you feel shy.” He turned away and covered his eyes.

  I stood up, and with a deep breath, started to undress. The sun’s warmth felt as if it was caressing my naked flesh. I folded my clothes carefully into a pile, and then, with a quick glance to make sure his back was still turned, reached down and ran my hand over Alex’s discarded clothes. They were still warm, and I had a sudden impulse to bury my face in them and breathe in his scent. I resisted and edged to the bank and lowered myself in.

  Despite what Alex said, the water was cold enough to make me gasp. I paused for a second, then dropped my shoulders fully under the water and swam towards him. I could see the pale outline of his body through the clear water as he trod water, waiting for me to approach. When I was close enough, he reached out and pulled me towards him, holding my face in his hands, then dipped his head and kissed me.

  The water was too deep for me to stand up and I had to trust my whole body to his grasp. His feet must have been on the bottom of the pool as he felt quite steady as he pulled me closer into him. I could feel his flesh against me, cool and smooth through the water, and then, as I wrapped one leg around him, I could feel his cock, hot and hard, against my inner thigh. He moved one hand down to the small of my back, tracing gentle sweeps with his fingertips, then down, cupping the curve of my buttock. Because one leg was raised and wrapped around him, he was able to run his fingertips down the sensitive inside surface, moving tantalisingly close to the centre. Following the line he reached the underside of my pussy, allowing his fingers to linger for a second, tickling the lips teasingly. He then gripped my thigh to support me with the length of his forearm. I shifted my weight slightly so that his cock was no longer clamped between our bodies and it sprang forward into the gap between my thighs. I reached a hand down and gripped the shaft, iron hard and hot even in the cold water. I moved my hand gently along its length, feeling the small ridges as I reached the head. His kisses became more urgent; he thrust his tongue more deeply and passionately into my mouth. I used my thumb to rub over the head of his cock, moving the foreskin back and forth firmly over his frenulum, and felt him give a little groan. I wanted to guide him inside me, but something held me back; I wanted to be assured of his consent. So far he had deliberately refrained from penetration, and I wondered if there was a reason. Instead I shifted my weight again and reached under his cock to his scrotum, tense and tight against his body. I cupped his balls in my palm and gently squeezed them, tugging them slightly away from his body. He took his mouth from mine and buried his teeth in my shoulder, a spasm of pleasure seeming to run through him. As my hand returned to his cock, he gave almost a growl and suddenly picked me up and carried me out of the water. He hardly seemed to notice as he took my full bodyweight, and almost flung us both down on the mossy bank.

  He covered me with his hot, slick body, initially cool from the water, and his weight pressed me into the soft ground below. I reached up and put my arms around his neck, pulling him in to me to kiss him passionately, urging him with my hips to guide himself into position between my legs so that he could enter me. I groaned in anticipation of how he would feel inside me, that hard, thick cock thrusting into my aching pussy. I wanted to wrap my legs around his back and pull him deeper and deeper into me, grinding my clitoris against the base of his cock, engulfing him completely.

  He pushed one arm above my head and held it against the moss, burying his face in my exposed and vulnerable armpit. Then he ran his mouth down the curve of my breast, almost nibbling at the soft skin over my ribs, and slid his mouth up to my nipple. My nipples were never normally something that I got much enjoyment from, but as his teeth closed over the sensitive tip, I felt a jolt of pleasure run through the base of my belly, and I almost sat up at the strength of the sensation. Only Alex’s weight and his grip on my hand above my head kept me pinned to the ground. After a moment, he moved to the other nipple, testing it almost painfully between his teeth. I arched my back, pushing my breasts towards him, longing for more.

  He released my hand suddenly and supported his weight on both hands, looking down at me. I was flushed and panting, my face burning with desire and, I could imagine, with pink marks on my white skin from his rough caresses. He buried his face in my neck again and reached down, gripping my thighs and pulling them firmly apart as he positioned his cock at the entrance to my pussy. I braced myself in anticipation of his first thrust, willing my wet and hungry pussy to open even wider, feeling the lips part and a quiver running through my clitoris, beckoning, longing for him to push himself into me. I bent my knees and lifted my legs slightly, wantonly turning my pussy towards his cock, like a flower turning to the sun.

  My pussy was by now so wet that even a cock as thick and engorged as Alex’s would have no trouble burying itself to the hilt on the first thrust. I tilted myself even further towards him, expecting at any moment to feel the tip of his cock against me. Then without warning he suddenly flung himself off me and scrambled to his feet. He stood with his back turned, his head raised, shoulders shaking slightly as he tried to control his breathing.

  I sat up and glared at him. I was unbearably frustrated — this was now the third time he insisted on remaining in control of our love-making and I had the same feeling of shame and rejection that I had experienced after he ran out of the train carriage and left me half-naked. What on earth was his problem? Well, I was getting just a little bit sick of this behaviour. I took a moment to master my rage, but it overwhelmed me. I wanted to lash out at him, reject him as he had just so cruelly rejected me.

  “What is it now?” I called out to him savagely. “Overcome by existential despair? Suddenly remembered a meeting you have to dash off to?”

  He remained silent, so I continued.

  “Never mind. I’ll just pop my clothes back on and be on my way. Give me a call when you’ve got over this latest crisis, and we can schedule another date where you suddenly change your mind halfway through and have to run away.” I began to get dressed again. I had a childish impulse to kick Alex’s clothes into the pond, but restrained myself.

  “Good bye, Alex. Let me know if you ever decide you’re ready to actually do anything with me.”

  “Wait.” Alex’s voice sounded hoarse and strange. “Please don’t go.”

  “Honestly, there’s only so much of this I can put up with.” The thwarted lust that still coursed distractingly between my thighs was making me snappy. “You have one minute to explain yourself, then I’m leaving.”

  He still did not turn round, but spoke haltingly.

  “When I get turned on, something…happens. I thought I could control it during the day, but just then I thought I was going to lose it completely. It’s — the wolf.”

  I suddenly felt the hairs on my arms rise. This was the moment when I was finally going to find out the truth of what Alex had told me. Was he really changing into a wolf, or was this just his imagination?

  “
Turn around and show me what you mean,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “Alex, I really need to understand what’s going on with us.”

  Alex paused, then dropped his head and turned towards me. I couldn’t help taking a step backwards and making a small, involuntary sound of fear.

  The hair across his chest had thickened and darkened. It was still golden where it caught the light, but the colour had sunk to a deep honey-brown. His shoulders were broader, the muscles more defined and the shapes of his collarbone and ribs more clearly visible, as if any fat on him had melted away. He looked stark and lean, more powerfully muscled and heavier. But it was his face that had really changed. Again, the bones of his jaw and temple were more pronounced, giving him a hooded, chiselled look. The dark stubble had grown on his cheeks and seemed to reach up to almost under his eyes. His eyebrows were heavier and lower, his brow ridge thicker, but it was his eyes that shocked me. No longer golden, calm and searching, they gleamed out from his face with a ruthless stare. As he approached me slowly, I could see that the pupils were no longer round and human, but elliptical, like an animal’s.

  I would have backed away, but I was frozen to the spot. I felt like a rabbit, held in the beam of a snake’s gaze. There was a voice in my head telling me to run away, but where could I even run to? There was no doubt that this creature in front of me could have caught me within a few paces. He must have seen the fear in my face, as he stopped and turned away from me with an expression of pure anguish. At that, my heart melted. This was still Alex, and I felt sure he would never hurt me.

  I approached him slowly and, trembling slightly, put my hand out and touched his arm.

  “Alex?”

  “Yes?” His voice was lowered and rougher, but still recognisably him. He did not turn round.

  “I — I don’t mind.”

  “You don’t mind?” He laughed bitterly. “How can you not mind this?”

  “I think you look — hot.” As soon as I said it I realised it was true. I felt afraid of the person standing in front of me, but alongside that there was also a curl of excitement in my belly. He was dangerous. And I still wanted him.

  “You don’t understand. If we carry on, I will change more and more. The moon is full tonight, I’m going to change completely.”

  “I want to see that,” I said huskily.

  He turned to face me. I stared into his eyes; gleaming and wolflike.

  “You really do?”

  “Oh yes.” I slowly put my hand up to his face and ran my fingers down his stubble. “I want to meet the animal inside you.”

  Slowly he put his arms around my waist. He was still naked, and I ran my hands up his chest to his shoulders, feeling the thick, silky hair against my palms. He smiled, and I saw two prominent canine teeth as his mouth came down to meet mine. He slid his hands to my buttocks then picked me up, interlocking his fingers to support me as if I weighed nothing at all. I wrapped my legs around his waist and buried my face in his shoulder, as he swung us both around and strode off into the forest.

  Chapter Five

  Under the trees, the light was dimmer, and I could smell the warm scent of earth and pine needles. The air was still and full of an expectant hush, as if all the birds had fled before Alex’s progress. Alex, still kissing me, backed me against a pine tree and leaned into me, pinning me between the trunk and his body. His movements became more urgent, and I could feel his body swelling and developing under my hands, growing even more shaggy and stocky. As he gripped my thighs I gasped at the sensation of blunt claws digging into my soft flesh. He backed away enough for me to slide down the trunk and put my feet on the ground, then suddenly took both my wrists in one hand and pushed my arms above my head. He put one paw-like hand on the neckline of my dress, then slashed downwards to tear my clothes open. He seemed frustrated that I had put my underwear back on and brought his mouth down to hook his bottom teeth through the front strap of my bra, then bit down, slicing through the fabric and pulling it away from my body. As my breasts were exposed I felt gooseflesh break out all over my body, only partly in response to the cool air on my skin and my nipples hardened, peaking away from my body like acorns. He put his whole mouth over one breast and tested it between his sharpened teeth, biting into the flesh with just enough force to make me wince. After a moment, hereleased me and took the other breast in his mouth, biting me more roughly and forcefully. The pain made my heart race, I could feel arousal flooding me and I wanted him to bite me harder, to maul me and crush me with his powerful limbs. I imagined him biting down on my buttocks and I pushed myself more firmly into the uneven trunk behind me. Alex suddenly backed away, pacing around the glade. His body was hunched forward, his arms now long enough to brush the ground as he walked. I hurriedly removed the torn remains of my clothes. I felt vulnerable and uncertain, but there was an insistent throbbing between my legs that overrode any caution I might otherwise have felt.

  He came towards me again and picked me up. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, feeling the thick pelt and powerful muscles of his body. There was a powerful animal smell from him now and I buried my nose in his shoulder to breathe it deeply inside me. He lowered me to the earth and ran his muzzle down my body to my pussy, snuffling like a dog on the trail of his prey. When he reached my pussy he lapped with his tongue, no longer the delicate, precise movements of the day before, but a rough, invasive motion that swept up from the entrance to my pussy, over my clitoris and up my belly. I dug my fingers into the loose earth beneath me and arched my back towards him, moaning with pleasure. He thrust his tongue right up inside me, pushing the walls of my vagina apart, tasting the very centre of my sex. I bucked my hips towards him, working myself against his long, muscular tongue. He backed away again, then dug one paw-like hand under my hip and flipped me over onto my belly. Then he recommenced his exploration. This time he ran his tongue up the cleft of my buttocks, probing deeply between them until I could feel him against my tightly clenched anus. I tried to squirm away at this, but he firmly put a paw on the small of my back, holding me down as his remorselessly probed this secret, shameful opening to my body. He crouched between my legs, forcing them apart and relentlessly worked his tongue against me, until I could feel my arousal building to such a pitch that I could no longer grip my muscles tight enough to keep him out. I felt my anus yielding to his warm, firm tongue and the tip penetrated inside me. I groaned with need, and began to grind my hips wantonly against his strokes. When I felt his tongue withdraw I scrambled to my hands and knees and, arching my back, thrust my fully exposed pussy and anus towards him. His arms were now long enough to support him on either side of me as he mounted me, and I could feel his shaggy fur brushing warmly against the back of my thighs.

  My pussy was so wide and wet I knew he would have no trouble finding his mark, but even though I was expecting it, his first thrust took my breath away. His cock was brutal; thick and blunt and heavily ridged. He pushed its whole length inside me on his first stroke, giving me no time to get used to the sensation of this hard invader, and worked mercilessly at my pussy, his thrusts not fast but regular and purposeful. I could feel his heavy testicles swinging forward to bump against me with every thrust, slapping against my clitoris and sending waves of pleasure through me.

  I did not usually come from just intercourse alone, but his cock seemed to be stimulating a place deep inside me, and I could feel an orgasm building in time to his thrusts. Since he was setting the pace I could do nothing to arrest or advance it, and could only moan to let him know I was getting close. He did not speed up or slow down and as the feelings built I felt as if my climax was simply incidental to his needs, an inevitable by-product of the relentless fucking I was receiving at his hands. The idea of being used so casually tipped me over the edge, and I came with long, jagged moans in time to his movements. He did not alter his speed, and I had to suffer as my sensitive, post-orgasmic pussy continued to be pounded. I was so lubricated that I could hear the wet sounds his body made a
s it slammed into me. Much more quickly than I would have thought possible, I felt another orgasm welling up inside me. My pussy was so sensitive that I wanted to shift position and give myself time to recover, but Alex held me firmly in place and I was forced to come again. This time it was sharper, almost painful, sweeping through my whole body and making me lightheaded, an orgasm that seemed to make all the muscles in my anus, buttocks and thighs contract in waves. I felt my body trembling, almost unable to support itself under his onslaught. I was sure it must be over, but the third orgasm followed so quickly on from the second that I had to put my head down onto my arms, slumping forward onto the earth with only my hips raised to meet his endless thrusts. I felt exhausted, utterly spent and unable to do anything about the sensations I was experiencing, only to give in and passively submit to his powerful, overwhelming, indefatigable cock.

  His orgasm seemed to be nearing and I felt a shudder run through his thighs. He grunted, his thrusts becoming faster and closer to my body, then suddenly with a guttural snarl he reached forward and gripped the back of my neck between his teeth. He held me utterly still as his cock shuddered and pumped his seed into me, pinning me between his teeth and his cock.

  When his orgasm was over, I lay on the forest floor, my face in the dirt and my breathing ragged. I could not have moved my body even if I wanted to. As the endorphins receded, I started to feel the pain in my knees from kneeling for so long, the scrapes on my back from the rough bark of the tree and the throbbing soreness on my pussy. My breasts ached from his teeth. Then I felt a warm, gentle tongue on the back of my neck. The wolf nuzzled and licked tenderly at my wounds, stropping gently at my sore breasts and bruised buttocks, then finally curled its large, furry body around me. I shifted slightly to bury my face in the warm, safe fur and fell asleep.