She thought he looked majestic.
A slow smile spread across her lips as her eyes met his. Gone was the playful puppy dog look he had used before. It had been replaced by this beast, this hunter, this super predator. He drew his lips back, baring his teeth to her in what looked like a snarl, and she smiled wider.
She was not afraid. Far from it.
She was turned on.
He lifted his nose, his nostrils flaring at the end of his snout as he smelled her arousal. He became still, his flanks barely moving with his breathing, watching her.
"Thank you, Damien," she said softly, moving around the elk. She walked along his side, leaning against him, mimicking the way another wolf would rub against him to get her scent on him.
Accepting him in front of the pack.
Everyone cheered and howled when she reached his haunches. She stopped, a hand on his back, and looked at him over her shoulder. "How can I show you my appreciation?" she said, her voice low.
Damien swung around quickly, kicking dirt over the elk as the other wolves from the hunt came to drag it away. Charlie took a couple steps away from him and paused, looking back over her shoulder at him. Damien growled low in his chest, and she gave a little nod, knowing what he wanted. She walked towards the woods, letting her hips sway as much as possible. She knew he was following her, even though she couldn't hear him.
Everyone around them was watching their little play. Damien's parents sat with their arms around each other, smiling at the way the Charlie and Damien interacted. Diane turned to David and kissed his cheek, nuzzling him briefly, and David squeezed her in response. Charlie and Damien were unaware they were so entertaining to everyone. But even if they'd known, they wouldn't have cared.
Charlie looked back over her shoulder again. Damien was low to the ground, stalking her, the blood on his fur making him look fierce, and for a flicker of a moment she actually worried she would get so wet it would run down her legs. Damien gave another of those deep growls when he saw her looking at him.
"Who's afraid of the big bad wolf?" she sang softly, turning back around and walking faster towards the woods. Damien chuffed loudly. "Oh I know that's not fear you're smelling, cowboy. And I know it's making you...hungry," she giggled as she reached the tree line.
She ran into the woods, not worried about where she was heading, knowing she wouldn't be going far. She had gone no more than fifteen feet when Damien jumped out in front of her. She gave a half laugh-half shriek and changed directions, running another ten feet or so before he jumped in front of her again. She laughed and turned again, but was very quickly stopped again by the big black wolf. She backed up, panting a little, as he moved towards her, until she backed into a large tree.
"What big eyes you have, cowboy," she said, as Damien paced in front of her, keeping his eyes steadily on her face. "All the better to see what you want?" She slid her hands from her hips down her thighs, making sure he was watching before she used her fingers to slowly draw up the hem of her skirt.
"What big ears you have, cowboy." She gave a sultry sounding laugh and smiled at Damien. "All the better to hear me beg, hear me moan, hear me scream your name?"
Damien stopped pacing, turning to face his mate, growling louder. Charlie's eyes widened as the sound sent a shiver through her body. She was so turned on it was nearly painful. Damien slowly licked his muzzle, and it was her turn to follow his movement with her eyes.
"And my my my...what a big tongue you have, cowboy," she said, sounding a little breathless. Her eyes were shining beneath heavy lids as she finally raiser her skirt above the level of her hips. "I hope it's all the better to eat me with."
Damien thought he might combust from desire when she spread her legs. Not only was she not wearing any panties, but she had completely shaved herself. Her pussy glistened in the firelight that was able to penetrate from the clearing, reflecting flickering tones of gold and rose. Damien had never seen anything so enticing.
"Do you like it?" she whispered, suddenly feeling unsure as he hadn't moved. She let go of her dress and he gave her a growl that ended in a bark. She immediately pulled her dress back up to her hips.
He liked it very much.
Damien slowly approached her. Charlie watched, her breathing shallow, as he sat back on his haunches directly in front of her. She could feel the humidity of his breath as he dipped his head forward. Damien ran his tongue lightly up her right thigh, stopping when reached the juncture of her hip. He nuzzled her sex, saturating his senses with her scent and making her hiss when his cold nose touched her super-heated skin.
He pulled his head back and sat for a moment, panting a little himself. The urge to just take her was almost overwhelming, and Damien wanted to go slow.
"Please," Charlie sighed. She spread her legs a little more, opening her cunt to him, and he was undone. He leaned forward, his long tongue snaking out and he began lapping at her pussy. She felt more sensitive, almost over sensitive, and she tilted her hips forward, placing her left hand on top of his head, her fingers curling in his fur. "Oh...Damien...please," she moaned.
He used his tongue to fuck her, wriggling it as he thrust it in and out. She started moving her hips in time with his tongue, her breathing catching every time his nose bumped against her clit. His drool mixed with her juices and ran slowly down her thighs. Her soft moans were nearly drowned out by his growls and grunts. He moved his tongue, flicking it over her clit rapidly.
"Damien...please...oh god...please suck my clit," she begged. She felt a vibration travel up her arm from the hand that was still fisted in the fur at the back of his head as he changed forms.
"You make me crazy," Damien growled. He used his hands to spread her pussy open and sealed his mouth over her. He sucked on her clit, drawing it into his mouth and fluttering the tip of his tongue on it.
"Yes...oh don't stop...don't stop...oh god, make me come," she panted. She had let go of her dress and had both of her hands in Damien's hair. Damien bit down on her clit, and Charlie exploded, her orgasm ripping through her as she cried out his name. He released her clit and ran his tongue up and down her lips as her body slowly stopped shaking.
Damien reached up and disentangled her hands from his hair. He scooted back and laid down, pulling her down on top of him. "Ride me," he growled.
"Yes," Charlie sighed, sliding down on top of him slowly. She put her hands on his abdomen and started doing as he wished. She would rise up just to the point he almost slipped out of her before slowly lowering herself back down. "Fuck. You feel so good," she moaned, moving a little faster. He reached up and tugged the front of her dress and her bra down, lifting her breasts out so he could cup them and play with her nipples.
She leaned forward, planting her hands on either side of his head, and began rocking back and forth. She bent down and kissed him, licking and nibbling on his lips briefly. She lifted her head and Damien moved his mouth to her breasts, alternating between biting and sucking on first one nipple then the other.
"Mmmm...so good, Damien," Charlie panted.
"You like this?" Damien asked before biting back down on a nipple.
"Fuck yes." She tilted her hips so her clit rubbed against him every time she rocked backwards. "Can you feel how wet I am? Can you feel how wet my pussy is?" she whispered, watching as his eyes seemed to darken at her words.
"Charlotte..." Damien growled around her nipple.
"God your cock feels so good, cowboy," she said, moving a little faster and grinding into him a little more. She could feel herself getting wetter around him. "I'm going to come again. Oh god...Damien...I'm going to come again."
"Do it, Charlotte," Damien breathed. He pinched and rolled her nipples with his fingers while she writhed above him. "Come on my cock like you came on my face."
"Oh fuck...oh fuck...oh fuck," Charlie cried as his words sent her over. She came hard, her legs straightening and her whole body going rigid.
Damien groaned as he felt her clamp down on him
and flipped her over on to her back. He lifted one of her legs, pushing it back against her chest and started fucking her. Charlie lifted her other leg and wrapped it around his hips. Damien threw his head back and barked as he thrust into her hard one last time before his own orgasm overtook him, making his whole body shake.
He collapsed to her side, his chest heaving. Their legs were still entwined and Charlie rolled on to her side, laying her head on his shoulder. They lay in silence for a few moments while they caught their breath.
"I am in little doubt of your appreciation, dolcezza," Damien said at last, making Charlie laugh.
"Thank you for the elk," she sighed.
"You shouldn't have doubted me, my love."
"I wouldn't call it doubt"
"No?"
"No. I'd call it concern."
"Well then, you shouldn't have been concerned," Damien laughed. He helped her to sit up before standing up himself. He held his hand out to pull her up. "We should get back."
"I love you," she said, putting her hand in his and letting him pull her up.
"I know," he said, making her laugh again as he changed back into his wolf.
They head back to the clearing, walking side by side in silence. They had nearly reached the clearing when Charlie stopped. She tapped Damien's shoulder to get him to turn around and face her.
"Did you chase me off because you thought I would be embarrassed?" she asked, watching his eyes closely.
Damien cocked his head and chuffed, laying his ears back.
"Alright." She smiled at him. "Yeah. It was...beyond sexy, cowboy." She bent down to whisper in his ear. "I can't wait until it's my turn." She stood up straight and walked in to the clearing.
Damien turned to watch her, his tail wagging. Neither can I, my love. Neither can I,he thought.
"Don't try to turn me on again, cowboy," Charlie said, looking at him over her shoulder. "We should save something for tomorrow." Damien gave a grunt at that and followed her out into the clearing.
"Charlie!" David called, waving her over. She paused when she realized that he was completely naked. She glanced around and realized almost everyone that wasn't in wolf form was naked. Damien walked up to her and nuzzled her hand.
"I'm okay, Damien. Just...it will take a little getting used to is all," she said. She looked at him and smiled. "I'm okay. Really."
They walked together over to where David and Diane sat on the ground. Charlie sat next to Diane and Damien lay beside her. A young woman brought over a tray of sandwiches and fruit and placed it on the ground in front of them.
"Where's Becky and Anna?" Charlie asked, looking around.
"Right here," Becky said, walking up behind her. Charlie turned to look and could feel her face getting red as they walked up, both nude. She noticed they were holding hands and smiled.
"Nice to see you fitting in," Charlie said with a giggle as the couple sat down with them.
"Um...did we have an accident, Char?" Becky said, smiling.
"What? No. Why do you ask?
"Your thighs are streaked with blood."
"Oh shit!" Charlie said, her hands flying up to her face.
"It's elk blood," Anna said, laughing at Charlie's reaction. "From Damien's fur."
"Charlie!" Becky exclaimed, feigning shock. "I can only imagine how that got all over your thighs."
"Ugh. Beck!" Charlie said, her cheeks bright red.
"What? I'm sure there was a perfectly innocent reason Damien had his muzzle between your thighs," Becky said.
"For fuck's sake, Beck!"
"Exactly."
"Oh stop teasing the poor girl," Diane said, sliding over to put her arm around Charlie's shoulder.
"Thanks, mama," Charlie said, turning and sticking her tongue out at Becky.
They ate dinner, watching as the wolves present wrestled and played. When Damien and Darian wrestled, it brought everyone to their feet in a circle around them. The brothers were closely matched, with Darian just barely beating his twin. Eva came over to stand by Charlie, taking her hand as they sparred.
"I didn't know he was such a good fighter," Charlie said.
"He is. He has to be, Charlie." Eva gave her hand a squeeze. "He has to be able to take over if needed."
"Yeah, he would, wouldn't he?" Damien had long ago explained the hierarchy and order of succession to Charlie. Her eyes were on the two wolves, and she couldn't help but cringe a little when Darian knocked Damien over; he landed with an audible grunt and before she knew what had happened Darian had his jaws around his brother's neck. She knew Damien wasn't hurt – knew he wouldn't be hurt – but she still tensed up. She glanced over at Eva to find her smiling at her.
"He'll be fine."
"Oh, I know," Charlie said, smiling back. "It's still just a little..." she trailed off, flapping her free hand all around.
"Yes," Eva laughed. "It certainly is."
"Interesting," Becky said, moving to stand on the other side of Charlie.
"What's that?" Charlie asked, watching as Darian and Damien started wrestling again.
"The careful way they fight with each other."
"Careful?" Charlie echoed.
"Yeah. They're fighting, a lot, and really going at it, but they're not injuring each other at all. There are no cuts or gashes. They're being careful with each other. It's interesting. And impressive."
"Huh," Charlie said. She turned her attention back to the two wolves in the center, head cocked and a small smile on her face.
"What?" Becky asked, catching her fleeting expression.
"Just thinking he keeps finding new ways to impress me," Charlie said with a shrug.
"That's a good thing," Eva said.
"Yes, it is. A very good thing," Charlie agreed.
The younger wolves rushed into the clearing as the two brothers shook the dirt and grass out of their fur. They all took turns trying to wrestle with Darian and Damien, and everyone around cheered and howled at their attempts. The brothers were extremely gentle while sparring with them, never hitting them fully or throwing them down. Still, the young wolves quickly tired and one by one left to find a place to rest.
Damien trotted back over to where Charlie sat with his parents and Becky and Anna, curling his big body next to hers and placing his head in her lap. Charlie began stroking his head, almost absentmindedly, deep in conversation with Becky and Diane. Damien closed his eyes, relishing feeling her hands on him, hardly paying attention to the conversations around him.
'Aren't you the contented one?' Darian sent from his position beside Eva.
'Indeed I am,' Damien responded, giving a little snort.
'She should go back soon and get some rest.'
'I know,' Damien sent, chuffing and shifting a bit. 'Just...not quite yet.'
'Who is staying with her tonight?'
'Mom, Eva, Darlene and Becky.'
'Oh...damn. I forgot Eva was going.'
'It's tradition,' Damien said, lifting his head off Charlie's lap and regarding his brother. 'The females of the joining families stay together the night before; and the males stay with the males.'
'I know,' Darian snapped. 'I just...I forgot, alright?'
Wondering at his normally unflappable brother's temper, Damien turned his attention to Eva, who looked down at her mate with a small, almost secret smile on her face. Her cheeks were a bit flushed, even as they seemed to glow. He regarded her closely for a moment before it finally hit him.
'Congratulations,' Damien sent, his happiness for his brother wholly undisguised. 'Why didn't you tell us?'
'I didn't want to take away from your mating. I still don't, okay? I'll make the announcement after tomorrow night.' Darian could sense the gratitude from his brother. 'I want tomorrow to be about you, brother. You and Charlie and your happiness.'
Damien was quiet for a moment, touched by his twin's thoughtfulness. 'When is she due?' he asked at last.
'Not sure, but probably February or March.'
'Mom's going to go apeshit, you know that, right?'
'Yeah, I know. Honestly, that kinda makes not telling anyone a bonus. Just a little more quiet,' Darian sent, making Damien chuff again.
"You keep doing that, cowboy, and I'm gonna make you tell the whole class what has you so amused," Charlie said, looking at him closely. Damien pulled his lips back in a grin that would have looked terrifying if not for his tongue lolling out the side of his mouth. "You bet I know just how to make you talk," she said, giving a husky little laugh. "Keep on smirking, cowboy."
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