Cry Wolf

by Aurelia T. Evans

Kelly touched Lily’s cheek. “You know I wouldn’t do that,” Kelly replied. “I just want to help Malcolm rejoin his pack if he can.”

  “Good luck with that,” Jeremy scoffed.

  “Back in a few days,” Kelly told Damien.

  His body creaked into werewolf shape as Kelly put her car back in drive and Lily and Tanya stepped away.

  Malcolm didn’t look back in her direction until they had made it into Antoine and stopped at a Starbucks drive-in. She didn’t have to ask what he wanted or if he wanted anything at all.

  “Here,” she said, handing him a mocha latte. “You need this.”

  He accepted it without a word, but the trip was less tense after that.

  They had made it about four hours and an additional large speciality coffee each before they got tired and restless at the same time. Kelly had Malcolm look up the closest camping site then swung off the interstate for Happy Trails. They asked for a spot closest to the creek, where the trees were denser.

  As soon as Kelly had attached her trailer to electricity and water, she and Malcolm checked that none of the people living in the two other RVs were watching then shed their clothes and transformed to hunt along the creek. Kelly made sure that Malcolm never went too far ahead or behind her just in case they got near humans in their farmsteads. She also cut Malcolm off any time he veered towards the cows. She wasn’t morally opposed to raw beef, of course. It would just attract more attention than was necessary.

  When they made it back to the trailer, they still had a decent amount of the early evening available.

  “Pizza tonight?” Malcolm asked.

  “Didn’t we just eat?” Kelly teased. Certain things didn’t cross over from one form to another. For the werewolf, only human kills could completely satisfy in both skins, which was disturbing on so many different levels that Kelly didn’t like to consider it. And she didn’t need to, since she and Malcolm abstained.

  “It’s not a road trip without pizza,” Malcolm said.

  “Do you want me to call now?” Kelly asked, sitting on the small couch across from the front door, where she had thrown her cellphone. But Malcolm wrapped his hand around her elbow and pulled her to her feet.

  “It can wait,” Malcolm said. “I don’t think I’ve finished apologising for being such a dick yesterday. Or offered you any gratitude for joining me on this quest for the Holy fucking Grail.”

  “I’m not sure how the Holy Grail would feel about being split by ‘fucking’,” Kelly said.

  Malcolm grinned. “Do you realise what you just said?”

  Surprised laughter bubbled up out of her, but it was cut short by Malcolm’s tongue on the pulse point under her ear.

  “I’m so many different kinds of hungry right now,” he murmured. “I’m not sure which is which.”

  Kelly slid her hands up his arms and encircled his shoulders. “You really want to apologise to me?”

  “Absolutely,” he replied, smiling against her collarbone.

  “Anything I want?” she asked after a little hesitation.

  Malcolm pulled back, a line between his eyebrows, but he nodded. “Anything you want. Although now I’m nervous.”

  “You should be.” A growl purred through her in warning. “It may not be like anything you’ve had before, but I promise it’ll be worth it in the end.”

  “Really nervous,” he added.

  “Before we start,” Kelly said, nudging him back to the bedroom, “did I get the right vibe that you sometimes don’t have sex with just Ki?”

  Malcolm actually blushed, deep red over his cheeks and ears. It was adorable.

  “What?” Kelly poked him in the ribs.

  “What exactly are you asking? Because it hasn’t been anything more than just…” He couldn’t even say it, just brought her hand to his cock, which had begun to show interest. “But before I came to the sanctuary, I… I’m not sure I want to talk about it.”

  Kelly stroked him a few times, enjoying the weight of him in her hand. She had to release him, but she would have plenty of fun with it soon.

  “That’s okay, you don’t have to tell me anything,” Kelly said, patting his cheek. “I just wanted to know if you’d already experienced what I have planned for you.”

  Malcolm’s eyes went wide. “Are you serious?”

  Kelly raised her hand, palm facing his chest, and pushed him flying onto the bed.

  His brow furrowed. “I don’t know.”

  “Honey, I don’t do safe words. If you want me to stop, you tell me to stop. But you owe me an apology.” Kelly stalked him from halfway down the trailer hall and put her hands on the door frame. “Do you trust me?”

  Malcolm craned his neck to stare at her in the evening light coming through the window and the skylight. She’d kept the blinds open. Anyone could look in and see them in all their naked glory in a world that wasn’t quite as free as the sanctuary.

  “Yes,” he replied breathlessly. “I trust you.” He smiled to show that he wasn’t downright terrified. “Do your worst.”

  “Oh, you don’t want my worst. This isn’t anywhere near that,” Kelly said, entering the bedroom. One step brought her shins against the bed.

  She snapped her fingers and the bottom drawer under her small closet opened. Metal restraints flew out to wrap around his wrists and ankles, connecting to the four sides of the bed frame that had been altered in order to accommodate them.

  If anyone in her original wolf pack had sneaked into her trailer and opened the toy drawer, they would have assumed that the restraints were for David to tie her down. Naturally, a big, bad alpha like David would want Kelly at his mercy, although real bondage was pretty useless on Kelly, since she could pull them apart with her mind.

  Back in those days, though, Kelly would close the blinds and strap David down. That had been their secret, and David might have tried to kill her if she had shared that with the pack—not that she’d ever had a desire to.

  Kelly flexed her fingers as she imagined doing some of those things again. There had been a lot of things wrong with her relationship with David. This hadn’t been one of them.

  Malcolm lay back, trying to appear calm. Kelly climbed on the bed and crawled between his spread-eagled legs. She ran her fingers through the light fur on his thighs and smiled when the muscles twitched.

  “Relax, honey,” she purred, smoothing her hand up his abdomen and over his chest before leaning down to take his lower lip between her teeth. She tugged playfully, sucked it into her mouth for a brief moment.

  Kelly withdrew. He stared at her from under heavy-lidded eyes. He didn’t tell her to stop. So she lowered herself once more and plundered his mouth, their tongues sliding over each other in slow, hot strokes that built the heat of anticipation low in her belly.

  She tickled her nails over his chest and his stomach, making him squirm under her. When she rubbed her thumb over the slit of his erection, he jerked, his teeth raking over her tongue and inciting a moan from her.

  Relinquishing his lips, she crawled down to tease the head of his cock with the very tip of her tongue, sometimes in circles around the head and sometimes dipping into the slit.

  She smirked as she lifted her head and met Malcolm’s eyes over his standing cock.

  “You know what I’m going to do before the night’s over?” Kelly asked. “I want your cock on me, rubbing all over me. What do you say, little guy?” she asked, addressing the twitching erection bobbing in front of her as it continued to harden.

  “Little?” Malcolm said, mock-affronted.

  “Looks good to me,” Kelly said, beckoning to a strap of leather from the open drawer. The cock ring landed in her hand, and she wrapped it around the base. She wasn’t going to let him come until she was good and ready.

  Malcolm’s head fell back against the pillow. “You can’t be serious!”

  “I’m always serious about these,” Kelly said. She spat on his cock and wrung it a few times to show him just how seriously she took his be
autiful erection—and he had no control over it now, so it was really all hers.

  Malcolm groaned at the rough treatment. He tested the restraints, but they were thick, solid iron, and the place where they connected to the bed frame had been reinforced all the way into the trailer workings themselves, a design conceived by Kelly and implemented by David. Malcolm wasn’t going to break through any time soon.

  “Now, as you pointed out, it’s always hard to tell which part of me is hungriest, so I suppose you won’t mind if I eat you all up, wolf.”

  He cried out as she took him down, swallowing his cock to the root. She moaned, loving the sensation of having him in her mouth, loving the taste of him. She hummed and growled all the way back up the length of him, and the vibration of her growl eventually met the vibration from his in a purring rumble. At the head, she sharpened her teeth and scraped them against the edge. His hips jerked and he shouted.

  His cock bumped tight and close to his belly when she popped him from her mouth. It gleamed with her saliva, full, rigid and swollen above the cock ring.

  “Have I mentioned how lovely you are?” Kelly asked, caressing his erection lightly.

  “Why don’t you just kill me and get it over with?” Malcolm said through clenched teeth, his hands tightened into fists.

  “Feel good?” She didn’t have to ask. She only needed to peek in his head to know how exquisite it was, and just that glimpse shivered through her with phantom pleasure. “Oh yes,” she whispered at the same time that he did.

  She wrapped her hand around the base, holding his cock away from his body so that she could nuzzle it affectionately. Then she lowered herself down to bring it against her breasts, tracing each areola with the tip and teasing him with the piercings before squeezing her breasts around it. His need made him thrust his cock between them. The head pushed through the smothering softness to emerge from her cleavage. His breath hitched at the sight.

  She only let him have a few moments there before she went farther up his body to dip the dripping slit into her navel, smearing it with pre-cum, then lower to nudge her clit with the head. Then she slid the whole long cock through her dripping folds to show him how wet he’d made her.

  But again, she didn’t linger. She didn’t allow him get into a rhythm or get used to any one part of her. The cords of his neck bulged with every spasm of pleasure for which he could find no satisfaction.

  She moved back on the bed, resting on her elbows between his legs, and spread hers for him to view her thin folds and the shine of wetness where he wanted to be. Kelly forced him to watch her stroke herself. She dipped her fingers into her pussy and brought them out, coated with her juices. He shifted his hips underneath her legs as she licked her fingers with a smug grin.

  Then she brought her legs together again, pressing her thighs to either side of his cock. She dragged her legs back over his engorged erection until she was sitting up in the air, braced on her palms like a gymnast. Malcolm winced when her ankles poked into him, yet he still leaked over his dark, needy flesh. His expression contorted as though he was in pain, and his breathing grew stertorous, as desperate for air as he was to come. She liked watching his back curve, the stretch of his abdomen displaying his lean muscles, his ribs expanding and rippling under his skin. She gently lowered herself to the bed.

  “Look at me, Malcolm,” she said. She turned her feet inward and caught his cock between her arches. Her soles were surprisingly sensitive, and she enjoyed the pulsing warmth of him there.

  When she was sure that he was looking very closely, she raised her arms so that they pointed straight above her head, proudly lifting her breasts, their peaks hard and tight and begging for attention. Then she bent forward, her legs still straight, and took the gleaming, dark head of his cock between her palms so that both her hands and feet covered every square inch of his needful erection. She massaged him, gently squeezing and rubbing and stroking in little circles, revelling with each new drop of moisture she coaxed from him.

  “God, I feel like I’m going to burst,” Malcolm groaned. He pulled against the bonds, clanking the chains. His expression strained as he fought against the impulse to roll his eyes back in his head. He wouldn’t want to miss a second of her unique flexibility, not to mention her single-minded devotion. “It’s like you worship cock.”

  “Not quite,” Kelly replied as she continued to knead him. She thought if the cock ring weren’t there, she might have made him come from this alone. “I do like it, though. Some people might say I have penis envy, but that’s before they see this.”

  She eased off him. He growled in mounting frustration.

  “Don’t worry, not too much longer, big guy,” Kelly said. She kissed the instep of his foot and swung her legs over the bed to get up.

  She physically removed one of the toys from the drawer instead of conjuring it over. This one she had kept under a velvet robe at the very bottom, because it had been something David had wanted her to hide. A dedicated snoop would have found it, but by that time Kelly might have realised that someone was looking where they weren’t supposed to be looking and stopped them.

  “Oh my God,” Malcolm said as she began to strap on her harness.

  “Goddess, I believe, is the word you’re looking for,” Kelly said. The dildo she attached was one of the smaller ones, since Malcolm had never done this before. Then she opened the box where she kept her sexual aid potions, such as the aphrodisiacs. She briefly touched one of those bottles and thought, Another day. Right now, she just needed a lubricant.

  All of the potions she made for herself or provided to the public were more efficacious than anything over the counter. She was legally bound to declare everything that was inside her potions in order to sell them, but she made sure to use more obscure references. It was best for people not to know what made their sexual experiences so satisfying. Everything was all natural, of course, but then again, so was slime mould. Besides, she was pretty sure that the mixture of the potion components wasn’t nearly as important as the magic of the one making them. So even though her potions worked, she didn’t really know why they worked and probably never would. That was mostly fine with her—she could live with the mystery.

  All that mattered was that they worked and worked well.

  When she turned around, Malcolm flushed again. This time the endearing pink hue extended down to his chest.

  “I take it you’ve done this before,” Malcolm said weakly. The cock ring kept his erection artificially full, but even so, Kelly noticed that he had wilted just a little.

  “What’re you talking about? I just found these this morning. I’m making things up as I go,” Kelly said.

  “If I could get free of these chains, woman, I would wring your neck.”

  “I’d rather wring something else, but I’ll refrain just for that comment,” she said.

  Malcolm fell back again, closing his eyes and groaning. Kelly grinned as she crawled back onto the bed.

  “All right, let’s begin,” Kelly said, opening the vial and pouring a little of the lubricant on her fingers. She wasn’t going to fuck him yet. There was plenty to do before that. The lubricant was a cleansing agent as well—a versatile little potion.

  Kelly adjusted her position so she could lay between his legs comfortably without the dildo poking into the mattress. She started by licking at the base of his cock above the leather and over the ridge that lined the underside before mouthing down to his heavy balls. She took the pliant flesh in her mouth, moaning him back to full hardness. As she loved on his sac, she brought her lubricated fingers to the fold of flesh behind his balls. His hips bucked as she stroked her fingers over it and down to the clenching hole, circling it first with her finger then spreading his legs wider to lick around it. The potion tasted a bit like lemon, but as she licked it away, all she tasted was clean, salty male skin. Malcolm’s very vocal, surprised appreciation filled her ears.

  She dragged her tongue back up his perineum and over his sac to obs
erve the effects of her ministrations. His breathing was harsh again. The nails at his hands and feet had sharpened into claws, and his chest showed a noticeable shield of fur. His cock bobbed against his navel, leaving a small puddle of pre-cum that she lapped up to make him open his eyes again.

  “I need…” he rasped through partially transformed vocal cords. “Please, Kelly, need…”

  “Yes, you do,” Kelly purred. She unsnapped the cock ring then withdrew completely, not giving him any stimulation in order to stave off the impending orgasm. She just sat there casually, one leg crossed over the other, her electric blue silicone erection pointing outward. As Malcolm caught his breath through his clenched, lupine teeth, Kelly opened the vial again and poured more lubricant on her fingers.

  “Since this is your first time—”

  “Not my first time,” Malcolm said, looking at the wall. “It’s been a really long time. First time having someone licking there, though,” he said, glancing at her. “That was…” He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

  “We’ll have to do that again sometime, then,” Kelly said, rubbing his calf with her dry hand. “So you know what I’m about to do now? The potion should keep it from hurting too much. It doesn’t get rid of all pain, but I doubt you’ll care.”

  “Is there anything magic can’t do?” Malcolm asked.

  “Quite a bit, but it’s best not to dwell on those things and instead focus on the marvellous things it can do,” Kelly said with a lopsided grin. “It’s a good thing magic is as kinky as me, otherwise I don’t know what I’d do.”

  He hissed as she stroked around his hole and breached the entrance, pushing the lube in with her finger. He was tight with tension. She laved the folded flesh on his perineum to help him loosen around her finger. After he’d adjusted to one, she eased another slicked finger in. She was careful not to rub directly on his prostate—she didn’t want him to finish his first orgasm until her dildo was inside him. Call it a matter of personal pride, Kelly thought with amusement.

  Kelly scissored her fingers inside to more effectively stretch him so that she could get her third finger in. That was all he needed for the dildo she had on, but she poured a little more on her fingers before she thrust them inside him again. He moaned with every thrust, his legs tensing as he tried to buck his hips beyond the limits of the chains. Sometimes he hissed from the sting of it, but his erection had already recovered from its initial flagging, the veins a dark purple. Although he looked delicious to her, she refrained from indulging. If she went down on him, he’d come down her throat and not with her cock up his ass like she wanted.