by Silver Lake
Above her, the cherry red sky was darkening. Night would quickly descend, but she kept on walking. As a kid, she and Dad had hiked all over these woods, so she was confident of finding her way back. The trail beneath her feet petered out, replaced by grass and soil. She glanced back, remembering the features of the landscape. She kept going, sticking to a straight line.
Eventually, her anger faded and the winter cold began to seep in to her fingers and toes. The sky above had deepened to a rich velvet blue, and the spectral light of the full moon made the frosted ground sparkle like diamonds.
Lori stopped walking, and turned round. It was time to get back. Bobby should’ve calmed down by now, and she didn't want the whole trip to be ruined. She started back the way she came, but she couldn’t find the trail again. The forest reared up around her, ominous and threatening. Panic flared inside her, and she stumbled along, desperately trying to get her bearings. The geography around her had changed now it was dark. The forest had become a tenebrous labyrinth, swallowing her in its bottomless maw. What had brought comfort now filled her with fear.
Lori hugged herself, shaking more from fright than the cold. She was lost, utterly and completely lost. “Hello!” she called out to the wilderness. “Bobby! Can you hear me? Bobby!”
Silence answered her. It surged down upon her, a powerful oppressive force. Tears welled in her eyes, and she began to weep as he heart pounded.
*
He caught her warm scent on the crisp air, and sharked through the undergrowth toward her. His hunger was all consuming now, and the power of the full moon surged through his blood stream. The change was close. It electrified every fiber of his being, and the ache in his hard dick was excruciating. Her scent got stronger, and he could almost taste her. His eyes, adapted now for night vision, found her with ease. They raked over the shapely contours of her body, and the ample swell of her breasts beneath her sweater. Her ripe cunt was sweet smelling, and he fantasized ramming deep and hard in to its tight slit. She was perfect, he realized. Truly, she must have been a gift sent by the Goddess. Maybe this full moon he would escape the ravages and mad lust of the change.
A spear of white hot agony shot through him, and he almost buckled beneath its brutal intensity. He clutched at his throbbing chest, taking deep breaths. The pain receded slowly, its tendrils slithering along his nervous system. He closed his eyes, and let his sweating body rest against the nearby tree.
Time was running out. The dark curse he had carried since childhood festered inside him like a cancer. It polluted his entire being, reaching out to tear away his barriers of self-control and morality, forcing him to surrender to his true feral nature.
No! Not yet! He snarled mentally at the curse, struggling for control of it. I can fight you!
He turned his attention back to the girl. She was crying, lost, alone and frightened. She needed help. The predator in him resurfaced again, warring with his human desire to help and he prowled from his hiding place, unsure if he would comfort, devour or fuck her.
*
“Hello? Are you okay?”
Lori let out a little shriek of fright when she heard the voice. She backed in to the trunk of the tree behind her, terror making her heart pound like a jackhammer. “Wh-who are you?”
The man in front of her smiled disarmingly, and raised his hands in a calming gesture. He had appeared like a phantom out of nowhere. “It’s okay,” he said. His voice was a soft velvet drawl. “I’m not going to hurt you. I heard you call out.”
She swallowed, feeling a sense of calmness settle over her. The man was youngish, in his late-twenties maybe, with wavy blonde hair, and had a weather-browned, boyish face. His smile was warm, and his dark eyes seemed to sparkle with compassion. “I have a fishing cabin nearby,” he added. “I was out for a walk when I heard you yelling for help. My name’s Connor. Who are you?”
“Lori,” she said her voice tight with tension. Though he didn’t seem threatening, she was still freaked out being alone with him. She wasn’t away of any house near this part of the lake, and she couldn’t have walked that far. Had she? “I’m lost,” she said, somewhat redundantly. “I went for a walk. I’m camping near here, with my boyfriend,” she added emphatically. “He’ll be worried sick about me.”
Connor nodded, seemingly deep in thought. “I’m surprised he’d let you come out here on your own. These woods can be pretty treacherous.”
“We kinda had a fight,” Lori heard herself saying. Why the hell was she telling a total stranger about her rotten love life? “I was trying to find my way back.”
“Where are you camped?”
“Near the shore of the lake. In the campsite at the trailhead.”
“Well, I can take you back to the lake, and we can find it from there, okay?” Connor replied. “I promise I’ll be on my best behavior.”
Again, the disarming smile returned to his face, and despite herself she began to relax some more. She figured if he was going to do something he would have done it by now. He could easily overpower her, and she doubted Bobby would hear her if she cried out. She managed a smile, and nodded. “Okay, that would be great.”
“Good.” Connor seemed genuinely pleased. His eyes lingered on her face, and Lori felt her cheeks start to color. He was very good looking. She straightened up, and looked down at her boots. “Can we get going please? I’m getting cold standing here.”
He nodded and advanced toward her. “Here,” he said, slipping off his thick overcoat, “this should help get you warm.”
Lori let him drape the coat over her shoulders, and she gratefully nestled in to the warmth it offered. “Thanks, you’re very kind.”
“No problem. I wouldn’t be much of a knight in shining armor if I didn’t offer you my coat.”
She laughed, his easy charm banishing any lingering concerns. They started walking, and Connor quickly found an old beaten path down to the lake. After they had gone on a little while in silence, Lori asked; “You said you have a home here, do you come to the lake often?”
“Yes,” he said. “I find it very peaceful here. And there are times when I need the solitude.”
“Me too,” she replied, warming to him even more. “I used to come here with my dad when I was little. We used to watch the sunset together. It’s amazing this time of year.”
When he didn’t answer straight away, she looked over to him. A pained look creased his handsome face. “Are you okay?” she exclaimed, suddenly alarmed. She reached out to touch his arm, but he flinched away from her.
“Leave me,” he growled, his soft voice becoming a guttural animal snarl.
She backed away, suddenly very frightened again. “What’s the matter? Are you hurt?”
“Bitch!” he said hotly. “Horny bitch! You want me inside you!”
Lori blinked in shock. The suave, charming man of a few moments ago had seemingly vanished, replaced by a brutal savage. “I-I beg your pardon?”
“I smell the lust on you,” Connor went on in his new gruff voice. “You’re cunt’s dripping for me.”
He gritted his teeth, and hunched over, seemingly engulfed in agonizing pain. Lori stayed rooted to the spot, too scared to move. Connor let out a piteous scream and fell to his knees. He clutched at his chest, and he bared his teeth like a dog.
“Connor, you’re frightening me! What’s wrong?” She edged toward him, desperate to try and do something to help. He jerked his head and glared up at her. Lori screamed as she looked into his wild feral eyes, now blazing an unnatural yellow. His front teeth sharpened, morphing to deadly sharp fangs.
“Lori!” he hissed, his voice more animal than human.
Lori screamed again, and turned on her heel. With only the thought of escape in her mind, she crashed in to the undergrowth. Branches ripped and smacked at her, but she ignored the pain. She yanked the overcoat off her shoulders, leaving it in the brush. All that mattered was getting as far away from Connor as possible. She plunged headlong into the forest, oblivi
ous to everything around her. Somewhere behind, she thought she heard a wolf howl behind her, but didn’t look back.
Barreling through a cluster of brambles, she suddenly emerged on to the shore. Before her, Lake Wilde yawned like a bottomless cavern in the wintery moonlight. Lori scrambled down to the waters, and looked about, wide-eyed. The campsite had to be close by and Bobby would be waiting. She started running in the direction of where she thought he’d be.
Before she got a few steps there was a blur of movement in the corner of her eye. She spun round just as a heavy weight smashed in to her, knocking her off her feet. Lori screamed again, feeling hot breath wash over her face. Connor’s powerful, hard body pressed her to the ground, and his yellow eyes stared down at her.
“Get off me!” she shrieked. “Please don’t hurt me!”
“I’m not going to hurt you Lori,” his voice came low and thick, slow as if he were trying to struggling to form the words. “But I can’t keep the change back for much longer.”
“What are you talking about?” Lori was becoming hysterical. “Please God! Please let me go!”
“Shut up and listen!” he shot back. “I don’t have much time!”
The forcefulness of his tone silenced her. Heart beating madly in her chest, she stared up in to his face. It had elongated now, taking on a sleek wolfish cast. He seemed larger as well, and she could feel the tight swell muscle through his clothes. The bulge of his thick erection pressed urgently in to her crotch.
“What are you?” she said, in a strangled voice.
He shuddered and closed his eyes, as if trying to control some intense emotion. When he opened them again, a sliver of calmness had returned to them. “I am cursed Lori. I was bitten by a werewolf as a child, and every full moon I change.”
She stared at him, unable to comprehend. “Werewolves aren’t real,” was all she could say.
“Well obviously, they fucking are!” he retorted. He gritted his teeth, and bit back a snarl. He swallowed and took a deep breath. “Look, I am going to transform pretty soon. When that happens I’ll be no better than an animal, I won’t be able to control myself. Do you understand?”
Lori nodded mutely, unable to accept that any of this was real.
“Usually with the coming of the full moon I go somewhere remote to limit the damage I cause,” he said. “These last couple of years I’ve been coming here. It’s usually quiet and I chain myself up inside my cabin by the time the change comes. It’s been a pretty workable system so far.”
“Then why are you out here?” Lori said in a timid voice. “Why didn’t you chain yourself up this time?”
“Your scent,” he said. A mournful look crossed his lupine face. “I smelt it on the air on my way in and I couldn’t resist. I thought maybe you could stop me changing.”
“How can I stop you changing? I don't understand any of this!” she said, frowning.
He licked his lips, and Lori thought she saw a hint of embarrassment through his wildness. The press of his hard cock against her body was stirring a moist heat between her legs. “I can stop the change before it goes so far,” he said carefully, “but to do it, I need to have sex.”
“What?”
“I need to have sex,” he said again. He let out a low groan, and his wolf-like features became more pronounced. “By having sex, I can stop the change. I used to have a lover who…understood this. But she died. Since then, I’ve had to suffer complete transformation, until now.”
It wasn’t hard to read the look in his hungry eyes. Her cunt pulsed with desire, and she wrapped herself around the firm contours of his body without really knowing what she was doing. Whether it was desire or self-preservation, she gave in. Lori gave him the most imperceptible nod, and he plunged his tongue down her throat.
She melted in to the kiss, letting her lust for Connor take over. His hands caressed her body, reaching up under her sweater. She let out a muffled moan as she returned the French kiss, and reached up to stroke his hair. It was thick and silky soft, and felt more like fur.
A low deep growl escaped from the back of his throat, and his hands found her breasts. He squeezed them hard through her bra, and his thumbs circled her aching nipples. Pleasure spread from between her legs, arcing up through her spine. Her cold hands moved down his back, the palms warmed by his throbbing heat. She reached his firm buttocks and squeezed and fondled them.
He broke the kiss, and nuzzled her hair. He trailed kisses along her neck, and his sharp teeth sank in to her flesh. She whimpered in pleasure. She’d never experienced the sensations he was provoking in her body before in her life. Bobby had never made her this hot and wet. He was always too busy making sure he got his enjoyment first.
Connor lifted his head and faced her. His eyes were yellow orbs of feral lust, and his fangs glistened in the ghostly moonlight. She stared up at him in awe, fear and lust clashing together inside her in equal measure. He was magnificent, a dark beast of primal energies. He held her gaze for long, agonizing moments before he dipped his burning eyes to examine her body. She was panting hard as he began to undress her.
He took his time, moving slowly. The air was icy cold, but she was oblivious to it. His fingers were like burning pokers as he peeled off her sweater and t-shirt. The hard ground beneath her was like a frozen kiss to her flesh, an exquisite contrast to the seething heat. When he’d got down to her bra, he paused. He crooned appreciatively at the firm ripe swell of her breasts.
Lashing out suddenly, he ripped the bra clean off. Her bare breasts were left exposed to the glacial moon and Connor’s ravenous gaze. He reached forward and ran his fingers around her erect nipples, his elongated nails scraping and playing with them. She let out a gasp of delight, encouraging him to carry on. His hot mouth slid over each one in turn, licking and suckling them. His tongue flicked and circled her areolas. She moaned louder and arced in delight. His slightest touch had dissolved her body in to a single trembling erogenous zone.
When he’d finished with her top half, he moved down to her bottom. With obvious eagerness, he yanked off her boots and socks and clawed at her buttons of her jeans. Cold air rushed round her legs as he pulled them down. He got them over her bare feet, and tossed them aside. His jaws came down and ripped off her panties. He let out another husky growl as he gazed at her cunt. With incredible tenderness the tips of his fingers ran through the dark curls between her legs.
“Oh God,” she whispered, her voice catching in her throat.
He spread her legs, caressing her thighs. His hands moved up to play with the sleek folds of her labia. Then, with palm upwards and using only his index and middle finger, he pushed his way in to the pulsing heat of her slit.
Lori bit her teeth, and writhed in the dirt as he probed deeper. His fingers explored her gently, crooking upwards to brush along the tender walls of her vagina. Shockwaves surged through her as he found the rough bump of her g-spot. For a long time he played with it, alternating between tapping, running circles round it with his fingers and flicking it like a switch. Lori found the flicking most pleasurable, and moaned loudly, begging him to keep going.
After a while, he moved his fingers further in, and began to gently stimulate the cluster of nerves that made up her most sensitive place. Lori threw back her head, waves of stimulus tearing through every inch of her body.
“No! Stop! You’ll make me cum!”
He ignored her pleas. She stared up at him, and shivered when she saw the look of cruel relish on his wolfish features. Powerless to resist, she squeezed and stroked her aching breasts and gritted her teeth against the buildup of pleasure. A heartbeat later, her hot ejaculate gushed from between her legs.
“Oh God!” she panted, feeling a surge of embarrassment. She had never done that with Bobby and feared Connor would be horrified at the mess from her sexual release. His yellow eyes fixed her with a look of wild delight, and easing his fingers out of her dripping cunt, he licked them eagerly, like a dog lapping up water from a bowl.
Moonlight bathed his hard, sculpted body. White as marble, he was a paragon of taut muscle and animal strength. Dark blonde fur crested his broad shoulders, and his bare feet resembled large paws. Lori stared at him in open lust, too far gone to care whether he was man or beast or something in-between. To her he was a god, a primal deity of untamed savagery. More than anything else in the world, she wanted him inside her, wanted to be ravished and devoured by this creature of the wilderness.
Her eyes clung to the thick dick and heavy balls between his corded legs. He was big, much bigger than Bobby, and a fresh wave of wetness slicked her cunt at the thought of taking all of him.
Connor leaned forward and pressed his face against her trembling flesh. He seemed to be sniffing her, running his nose along the shapely contours of her body. She gasped as he buried himself between her legs. The heat of his mouth washed over her pussy, and his long tongue found the hot swell of her clit.
As before, he teased and tantalized her, sucking and licking at the tiny protrusion. Lori let out a deep sigh as his tongue circled, stabbed and danced along the area of sensitive flesh. She gazed up at the velvet sky, smiling dreamily at the icy pinprick stars and their swollen lunar mistress.
The oral stimulation grew more insistent, and she clawed the frosty earth with her fingers as the pressure intensified. His musky scent intoxicated her, and she reached down to stroke and kneaded his thick fur. Connor pushed his face deeper in to her triangle, letting out muffled grunts as he explored her velvet folds.
“Yes Connor,” she moaned. “Yes! Yes! Don’t stop!”