0 comments/ 11695 views/ 7 favorites Beasts By: Gotham_Succubus My feet press softly into the thickly piled carpet as I tread to the front door. The familiar strong rap again the wooden surface drew my attention. I shouldn't be surprised, but as usual, I was slightly startled from the quiet place I often drift to when alone. Breathing in sharply I grasp the door handle, my lips spreading unconsciously into a wide smile. He stands there, wearing a matching grin, his hands shoved awkwardly into his back pockets, as a child would upon entering a space of fragile antiquities. Most of his features are obscured by the brilliant albeit oppressive late afternoon sun, but behind him I see the pale ethereal ring of the rising full moon. I suppress a wave of panic. Stepping aside, I permit him entry. My movements are gawky and hurried as I close and latch the door to my home. The darkness of the room swallows us, granting refuge from the astonishing heat. Before I can turn to face him, his scent engulfs me. I'm certainly not the first woman to have taken a notice of the fragrance that is nothing but his sheer masculine essence. It wraps around me, slipping over my skin, sifting into my pores. My heart beats faster as his scent enter my bloodstream, nourishing every fiber of my being with him. The primal part of me tells me I know this scent, as if recalling a distant memory. The hardest part about these encounters is trying to look at his eyes the first time. This certainly isn't the first time, but each introduction feels as if millions of butterflies are seeking freedom from my belly. I feel him watching me. Peering first over my shoulder I slowly turn to him. All I can hear is the blood rushing in my ears. From beneath my lashes I catch my first glimpse of blue-gray shimmering in the darkened room. It's a shade of blue I have only once seen before. A chill races across my exposed shoulders, recalling the glint of silver moonlight glancing off of a wolf's pelt, rivulets of cerulean blue weaving between the dense fur, as it bounded after a rabbit through a winter's night. I see the same hunger in his eyes now; wild eyes contrasting sharply with his otherwise gentle and kind face. I'm momentarily paralyzed, but I manage to open my mouth to speak. There are no words I can muster, and as I feel myself pulled deeper into his eyes. I know I am panting. I see him watching my own eyes, pale green, and wonder what they must look like cast in the heavy shadows. I feel green; every never in my body feels new and electrified. Without warning I feel a shudder course along the insides of my thighs, the wave traveling towards my hips, along my spine and enflaming my cheeks and ears as it leaves my body. for the moment I feel as if I am floating, unable to gain purchase to anything tangible. The roaring in my ears is wholly deafening. The hunger begins to gnaw at me. The glint of his teeth, revealed by his widened smile, grounds me. Laughing heartily he pulls me towards the kitchen, quipping about needing wine. The harsh glare of fluorescent lighting slows my heart and I can hear once more. Fishing two glasses from their home in the drying rack, places them upright on the counter and reaches behind himself, yanking the refrigerator door open in a single movement. I scurry to my favorite perch on the kitchen counter, so when he turns back to fill the glasses he is forced to maneuver between my knees. The rough denim of his jeans lightly scratches the sensitive skin along my inner thighs. He chuckles again this time, and I can feel the warmth of him growing. He moves in closer, his arms brush against mine as he retrieves the glass from behind me. In the process he unflinchingly grazes my clothed sex with his own. He lingers only long enough to trace the outer contour of my ear with a stiff tongue. Then suddenly his back is turned to me as he busies himself with the wine. I watch nearly mesmerized as the deep red liquid tumbles elegantly into the glasses, slipping along the walls like an otherworldly tide. My hair stands on end as I watch the delicate movement of his hands as he tends to each glass, thinking of the sticky, hot flood rising at the apex of my thighs. I wonder if he feels me studying him, as I have often felt his penetrating gaze drift over me. He turns to me, offering a glass of the dark libation. He whispers an amusing toast, but it is quickly forgotten as I fixate on the precise movements of his lips. The wine is thick and heady in my mouth; a startling contrast to the smooth blandness of the glass. It smells of wet wood, rich fruit and a distinct muskiness that I often associate with him. The wine's warmth slides down my throat, adding fuel to the fire that is already burning in my belly. A crimson stain spreads across his cheeks. We share an ephemeral exchange of glances over the horizon of wine glasses, as if two beasts meeting for the first time. I try to ignore that I see his pulse quicken along the graceful line of his ventricle artery, so I drop my eyes to the remaining liquid in my glass. With his thigh he spreads my knees further apart, until he is able to fully settled against my heat. The hem of my flimsy skirt rides high over my thighs, exposing the lacy edge of my panties. Empty glasses are carelessly discarded into the sink, and only a moment later his fingers are weaving tightly through my hair, his hands grasping my head. His lips are soft but demanding against mine. I seek to devour him with my passion. I respond to the ferocity of the kiss by moaning unabashedly into his open mouth. Grasping the waist of his pants with both hands, I pull our hips closer together. Instinctively, he bucks against me, the full weight and fire of his cock now grinding again my nearly exposed delicate flesh. His hands leave my hair, and without ceremony, yank away the fabric covering my breasts. My furiously blushing nipples contract against the exposure; the glint of stainless steel nearly perverse in the artificial lighting. He thumbs the pierced numbs, groaning hotly at the contact with the self-inflicted violation. I wrap my legs around his hips, desperately rubbing myself against the hardness I needed. He breaks the kiss, crassly rubbing his stubble against the side of my neck. I buck against him, moaning at the rough contact. Abandoning my breast, one of his hands slips under my skirt, fingering the edge of my black lace panties. He moans as his fingers graze the soaking wet fabric concealing my hungry sex. Carefully pulling the fabric away, he seeks more contact. A slight flush rises on my chest as I hear the telltale sound of my juices leaking from the security of the garment. The scent of my arousal is now mingling with his: the ultra feminine colliding with the absolute masculine. Tenderly he caresses the outer lips of my wanton desire, allowing it to bloom around his fingers. Evidence of my need flows freely, coating his finger and spilling across my bare flesh. Momentarily all I can hear is our heavy breathing, but all tangible sound disappears as his fingers slipp into my heat. Waves of hot blood pound in my ears and the fire in my belly engulfs my heart. Every inch my being turns into kindling. Instinctively I reach between us, grasping his clothed cock, but find the contact insufficient. He finds the right spot, and I tear my lips away, crying out in pleasure unabashedly. In response, he grinds against my hand. Before I can attend to his belt buckle, he pulls away and I whimper at his absence. Before I can lodge a complaint, I am tossed over his shoulder, my panties still askew. The short trip to my bedroom seems endless. Upon entering the unlit room, I can see from my inverted position the sun sinking low into the horizon. The moon vivid against the violet and vermillion dusk, and I easy push aside the warning pleading me to turn back. A deep amber glow fills the spaces of the room not occupied by black shadows. I am discarded onto the bed and I smile widely at the obscene bulge struggling against the front of his jeans. Without hesitation, I grasp the waist of his jeans, aggressively attacking the offending belt buckle that seems to only exist to cause me frustration. Yanking the clasp away from the leather band, I find pleasure in overcoming my first obstacle. He reaches to caress one of my still wickedly exposed nipples, but I bat his hand away, returning to my task. The button and zipper fly are easily undone, and the garment slips low on his hips. I push it down further, but only enough to satisfy my immediate desire. I pull him closer, urging him onto the bed next to me. I nearly lose my grasp of the denim as the mattress shifts under his much larger form, but I remain undeterred. Rolling over, I straddle his hips, my fingers seeking the last button separating me from what I knew to be the source of immeasurable pleasure. My fingertips feel scorched as they caress the burning flesh of his cock. The velvet-soft skin betrays the turgid, puling structure beneath. I pull his manhood through the now unfastened opening in his shorts, and I feel both relief and elation. I know I am depriving him of the satisfaction he desires, but for the moment I want nothing more than to consume him in the most primitive fashion. Taking a moment to rub my thumb over the hot, pink tip of his cock I am rewarded by a salty bead of precum. Needing no further encouragement my mouth descends upon him. My tongue licks the musky wetness as my lips envelop his shaft. My lips are thrilled at the viscerally intimate contatc. Moistening the burning skin, I bring him deep into my mouth until my nose grazes his pelvic bone. In my throat I feel him tense, and while generally a reserved man, a throaty sound rumbles in this chest. Encouraged I begin a long, steady rhythm; every few strokes I bring him deep into my throat again, massaging his cock with a deep hum. My thighs are now wet, my juices running from my expose pussy, thrust provocatively high in the air. With each deliberate bob of my head, my clit aches to be touched. I glance up watching him watch me. His eyes are startling, as if a cosmic shift is taking place within him. Inspired, I slip one hand down over my nipples, across my belly and bury my fingers deep in my ravenous sex. The sound of my digits' efforts are loud in the otherwise quiet room, echoing vociferously over his occasional moan. He is watching me intently now; his gaze branding my skin. I bring my slick hand up, fondling his heavy sac. Unconsciously, he thrusts deeper into my throat. Overwhelmed with adulation, I feel a tremor quake deep inside of my pussy; I am moments from release. With a flash of fire in his eyes, and he grasps my shoulders roughly. With tremendous grace he pulls me under him, my skirt around my waist and my soaking wet sex now vulgarly on display for him. His cock, glistening with my efforts, strains indecently into the air. This sends another shudder coursing through my womanhood. He pushes forward, my legs tumbling over his shoulders. He licks each rosy nipple harshly before setting to work. Skillfully, he slips down my body until he is settled between my thighs. Tenderly at first, he licks my out lips and I begin to bloom again. I am rewarded by him taking my tiny petals in between his lips. Sucking my clit hard at first, he then soothes it with a delicate nibble. My thighs are shaking furiously now; my toes curled painfully tight. With each pass of his nimble lips and tongue I feel a familiar stirring, starting first at tiny sparks dancing across my skin. Then the aching begins deep in my sex, and I suddenly feel a hunger so ravaging I fear I will never be satiated again. He must feel my need now, my thighs pressed painfully tight against his face. The rough stubble there merely heightening my need for release. Gently he presses two slick fingers into my anus. Suddenly I am lost. The small spasms, that had started so deep in my pussy are now all-consuming, desperate to claim purchase on something hard and tangible. He maintains his artful rhythm until I am spent. I crave him more now. The overwhelming essence of him permeats my entire being. I am enflamed, but as I turned my head, I saw the sun had finally descended below the horizon. Now I need him; now as Hell burns wrathfully within me. With my knees still cradled over his shoulders, he shifts forward, the weight and feel of him exhilarating. But there are still too many barriers between us. I tear at his shirt indiscriminately, pulling it roughly over his head. As I rip and mangle the remaining garments, he meets my fevered desperation, lurching forward and burying himself completely inside of me. With the sudden molten heat inside of me, the delicious stretch to accommodate his thickness, I am sent hurdling over the edge again. The smell of him, flesh to flesh and the dizzying rhythm he keeps pulls me over: again and again and again. But, my ecstasy is broken by an all-too-familiar sensation. Primitive hunger stirs inside of me and I fear I cannot quench the inferno inside of me. Tearing, razor-like scratching pulls at my spine; sudden rapid snapping becomes audible over our exertion. I pull my legs down, wrapping them around his waist; drawing him in impossibly deeper. Using my new found leverage I grab his shoulders and I roll him under me. He grasps my hip, driving into me furiously. Parallel slits running along my spine rip open, and my secret unfolds from my body. In the shadows of the room two leathery wings, topped with cruel horns, rise above me. I run my tongue along the parameter of my teeth, feeling where my tiny fangs emerged from behind my eye teeth. His eyes are staring into me, and I can feel him peering deep into my soul. But he doesn't stop, so I grasp his shoulders harder - my dull nails cutting tiny crescents into the skin - pulling him upright. Seated in his lap, I writhe around his hardness, relishing the feeling of his lips scouting a long, rough trail along my neck and shoulder. My eyes slip close, and I permit myself to fall free in to the moment. Hard, fang-like teeth, sharp and hungry nibble along my architecture. I don't anticipate them biting deep into the flesh of my shoulder or the overwhelming climax that follows. As the waves subside, I allow myself to open my eyes again. I am met with familiar startling eyes, but something is very different. The rough plane of stubble on his cheeks is now overgrown with downy, silvery sparse fur. My fingers glide over his chest, back and flanks finding the same pelt there as well. His mouth opens to speak, but I swiftly cover it with mine. Tonight is not a night for talking. Finding new vigor in my rhythm, I press my feet flat in the mattress firmly next to his hips, riding his cock. My mouth is still entwined with his as I bite his lower lip, tugging, and drawing a bit of blood. I smile at his angry growl, but I am soon interrupted as I am rolled onto my stomach, and repositioned on all fours. Now I know, without a about, he can see the grotesque wounds where my wings have sprouted from my back. My moment of self-depreciation ends with a warm mouth caressing my sopping pussy. The shudder that careens down the length of my limbs is met with a resolute chuckle, almost vicious. This time his attention to my sex is different. It's harsh and crude, and I am reeling because of it. There is nothing for me to see but black, so I relinquish my control, savoring the sensation. A gentle finger draws moisture upwards, coating my puckered entrance. First one, then a second finger push into my anus. The feeling is exquisite, so I thrust backwards encouraging him to go deeper, but instead he pulls away. Rustling behind me only stirs my frustrations, now yearning in the loss of his heat. Unexpectedly, a firm hand cracks down on my ass, and I jump forward a bit. But I am just as quickly drawn backwards, the head of his cock now pushing against my anus, where his fingers had just ventured. I bare down forcing the tip inside, hurrying what he clearly anticipated to be a slow, torturous action. I cannot wait, and he senses this. I shift my weight onto one arm and I slip my free hand between my legs. My sex is now overflowing, evidence of my need and his meticulous attention. The familiar pop, just past my sphincter is followed by a shared groan of relief. Shoving two fingers into my drenched pussy I feel deliciously full. Another hard slap across my ass sends bolts of electricity straight to my clit, now exposed beneath its tiny hood. I grind against my palm as he pulls nearly all of the way out then plunging forward. I gasp again at his girth. He thrusts firmly and slow at first as he tentatively grasps the horned bottom tips of my wings. No one had ever touched my wings before, and certainly not while buried to the balls deep in my ass. The dull ache where my wings extend from my body enflames my need further, I have become the inferno, so I push back against him - hard. He is no longer gentle with my wings, grasping them roughly, now slamming himself deep into my ass. Juices pool in my cupped hand as I grind my engorge clit against my palm. And despite my unsteady perch on one hand, his thrusting drives my finger deeper into my pussy. Grazing that precise spot, I feel ecstasy like never before. I rise my orgasm out violently, punishing his impossibly hard cock with my hunger. Trails of stars pass before my eyes as the universe seems to explode from between our joined bodies. Somewhere, in a distant thought, I realize his cock is swelling and his fingers are now bruising my waist under their vice-like grip. A strangled groan tears from his mouth as his teeth sink into the delicate flesh between my wings, the pain exquisite. Hot streams of cum flood my ass, leaking down my backs of my thighs, pulling me into a black orgasmic abyss. Before I black out, I feel him slipping from me and his arms encircling me in a deep embrace. Sometime later I awaken to sensation of incredible heat. Draped over my shoulder is a familiar arm, donning that unfamiliar silvery coat. His breathes heavily at my neck, in near-slumber. I consider the moon, heavy and full and for the first time feel a sense of relief. While we may not always take on these other forms, they are essential to who we are. I am relieved that a werewolf cannot turn a succubus just as I am sure he is content knowing a succubus cannot drain his life-force and steal his soul. It's a relief not to have to devour a lover under the full moon. For the first time, we are exactly what we are. Beasts Ch. 02 Beasts II: Abandon For the third time I have fixed my make-up, my nose only a few inches from the slick surface of the full-length mirror. I try to brush away errant flecks of eye shadow only to resolve they are simply freckles. Heavily I sigh: I normally don't feel so anxious. Then again, I don't go out very much. On a whim, my almost-human companion suggested a night out for dinner and music. Checking the calendar, I concluded there was no lunar reason not to accept. Twirling around, I watch the pleats of my dress fall effortlessly into place. The satiny material, in a riot of colors, catches the light. With another tug at the seams of my stockings my confidence returns. I scurry down the hallway, hoping to be ready when I hear that familiar knock on the front door. My glossy black heels dig into the plush carpet. As I enter the living-room I hear the shuffle of feet on the sea-grass welcome mat. I take another full breath, my fingers grazing the brass door knob. Once again, I leap backwards at the rapping on the wooden entry to my home. I shake my head, considering he hesitated on purpose. As I pull the door open wide, the devilish grin on his face confirms my suspicion. Pursing my lips at his subtle mischief, I step gingerly out the door. He offers his arm, as I knew he would. The short walk to the restaurant is quiet. I lean my head on his arm, content in knowing we look perfectly normal. He's wearing a well-pressed shirt and a tidy necktie, and I have selected a retro-styled sundress. There is nothing to suggest that we are not simply a pair of young lovers out for an early dinner. The late afternoon sun is very warm, but a temperate breeze ruffles our hair. The immense heat he emits is the only clue that betrays his otherwise idyllic human masculinity. I try to push away those dangerous thoughts as we enter the patio dining area. He ushers me to a quiet corner near the edge of the black wrought iron fence. The heavy queen palm fronds hang over the table, suggesting a hint of privacy. Drinks are swiftly deposited on the table, delicate glasses brimming with deep scarlet wine. Dreamily I watch him bring the cool glass to his lips, drawing in the dark liquid. Just over his shoulder the vivid blue sky is streaked by the warm hues of early evening, bright ribbons of rose and vermillion race across the horizon. We sit quietly, as we always do. Words never seem as powerful as these shared silences. Deftly his hand snakes across the table, encasing my hand inside his. Above the crystalline din of dinnertime activity, our silence roars in my ears. His hand is surprisingly hot, hotter than it should be, even for him. I take long sip from my glass, trying to ease away my concerns. But the deep earthy wine cannot erase the dark flush that blooms upon my companion's face. His flesh is ablaze now, and I feel as though I have wrongly touched a hot iron, but am unable to pull away. I watch the heavy rise and fall of his chest, knowing he is struggling to maintain restraint over his natural state. My nails bite down into his palm until I feel the warm wetness of blood spreads beneath my fingertips. In response, I am greeted by a barely audible rumbling growl from across the table. I am being warned. I glance around and see that other patrons are going about their meals, unaware of the drama building in our corner. To a casual observer we must appear to be infatuated lovers. There is nothing loving or romantic about what is happening in this moment, though. With my free hand I quickly retrieve several bills from my purse, resolving we would not be dining here this evening after all. As the papery notes tumble onto the pristine white tablecloth I am yanked from my seat. Pushing through the patio's side gate, he pulls me into the mosaic lined alleyway. Over his shoulder I see the sky now bleeds with the impending sundown. For the first time, something catches my eye. The ominous black shadow of the moon courses long the horizon in terrible pursuit of the sun. I swallow hard. The dark idea forms in my mind as I am forcefully shoved against the wall, my bare shoulders scraping against the rough mortar. Large hands, now finely tufted in downy fur, cradle my face as a hungry mouth descends upon mine. Full moons were a dangerous, volatile time for dark creatures like us. But an eclipse? These are rare and truly lethal events. My mouth breaks away from his, my lips wet and swollen from his affections. I breath in the evening air, seeking something cool, but all I can find is heat. Sharp teeth and newly extended canines catch the shell of my ear; blood that had been boiling in the pit of my stomach rushes to the core of my ecstasy. My skin feels too tight, as my veins burn as though they are channeling molten lava. Involuntarily, my back arches and the gap between our hunger bodies disappears. I am rewarded with a needy growl. Once gentle hands now wrap around my throat. Had I fear of death this would be the moment I should choose to panic. He turns my head to watch the black disc creep into light path of the setting sun. Shadows have begun grow long and impossibly black. In a single blink of my eyes his mouth is on me again as an arm wraps around my hips. Hoisting me up the wall my raw shoulders begin to bleed. My legs instinctively wrap around his waist, the hem of my dress slipping up my thighs to reveal my red garter belt and the tiniest of lace panties. He bucks, the unmistakable heat of his hardness presses against my barely clothed sex. Moaning into his mouth I feel the familiar ache racing parallel to my spine. My eyes, which I had not noticed closed at some point, slip open to see my companion's face now fully changed. Silvery blue fur covers nearly every inch of him, and his eyes are even colder than I remember. He smiles wickedly, his carnivorous mouth fueling an inhuman hunger inside my belly. My body is now tightly wedged between the rough tiled wall and his firm, simmering body; I am at his mercy. He slips his fingers inside my flimsy panties, dipping the tips into my flowing wetness. I roll my hips forward into his hands, forcing his digits into my slick pussy. A insidious hum slips across his lips, and his slowly begins to pump against me. I cry out, both from divine pleasure and in pain. Suddenly it feels as though Hell is going to rip open, my body the portal between words. Two slits along my spine begin to part, and a pair of horned leathery wings unfold from behind me. He thrusts his fingers into me, stretching me with a third. I buck wildly, losing myself in the blistering sensation. I feel my fangs descend as my transformation culminates. He licks the tiny white points, then sucks my tongue into his hungry mouth. Wrapping my arms around his neck I meet his rhythm with my bucking hips. I bite the tip of his tongue, blood mixing in our kiss. He returns the gesture and takes my lower lip between his teeth. Scarlet life stains our mouths. The moment is broken by a nearby shuffle. We glace further down the alleyway to see a young woman, dressed in a white apron and trousers. I assume she must work in the restaurant's kitchen. She turns to run, but without another thought, I have taken flight. I tackle her, rolling us into the shadows. My companion is at my heels. She looks afraid, and this does nothing but fuel my blood lust. For a long moment I look into her eyes, and then pounce, biting deeply into her neck. It's cliché, but it really is the best place to draw out the blood. My fangs deliver a near lethal dose of poison, enough to render her unconscious, but not to kill her. I move away, offering the tender delight to him. Lapping at the pooling blood aside the still young woman's body I can see the excitement coursing down his spine. When he is done, he looks up at me, his back arched as if prepared to attack. But instead his eyes look out of the entrance to the narrow alley and into to the sky beyond. I follow his gaze to see the sun nearly covered by the greedy moon. In a single movement I am rolled onto all fours, facing the darkening horizon. He is soon behind me, his hands pushing my dress roughly over my hips with bloodied hands. Inhaling, I brace myself as the evening air rushes against my skin, the sound of tearing fabric is followed by my panties falling into shreds between my knees. I hear the familiar tick-tick of a zipper opening hastily. My juicy pussy lips are gently parted by the thick head of his hot cock. No matter how furiously the hellacious fires blaze inside of me, he is always hotter. Tonight, as he plunges into me, burying himself completely with in my quivering sex it's like he's exploding into a supernova. Sweat breaks out into tiny beads all over my skin and my mouth turns dry. Pulling out almost entirely, he slams into me again and I cannot keep the screams behind my teeth any longer. I push back, trying to take him deeper. I need him deeper. Grasping my wings roughly he starts an impossible pace, howling crassly into the sky. Tears stream down my face as my pussy swells around him, juices pouring down the insides of my thighs. The taste of blood on my lips, that otherworldly cock buried in my cunt and the cresting the solar eclipse fills every fiber of my being with a passion I fear will never release me. I'm so hungry for more. He pulls me back as he shifts back onto his heels, and I balance precariously on my sharp stilettos. I continue to ride him as he pulls the top of my dress down, my breasts spilling out vulgarly. Had the sky not grown dark, and nearly all of the light from the heavens pulled into the eclipse's corona, any passerby would see our ravenous fucking. At this thought I ride him harder, reaching up and tugging roughly at my nipples. I twist them viciously. His hands are grasping my wings again, but now so close to where they emerge from my human skin. It feels raw and electric. I look down to see the thick shaft of his cock plunging into me, my pussy red and hunger. I consider, perhaps, that I am actually devouring him instead. With the side of his face he pushes my head, exposing my neck to his mouth. He begins to nibble along the line of my jugular, and I feel another flood of wetness seep from my swollen cunt. Slipping a hand between us he swirls his fingers in the bountiful moisture he finds there. With copious amounts of my juices on his fingers he smears is around the pucker of my anus, probing the tight entrance momentarily. Then with another deep thrust of his cock into my pussy, he pushes two fingers inside of my ass. The sensation is overwhelming; my muscles constrict around his digits. He lifts my hips, his cock slipping from my now flooded sex. Removing his fingers he guides the thick head of his erection just inside the snug ring of my anus. Impatient with his tenderness I arch back, forcing his entire length inside of me. Instantly I am burning brighter than I could ever imagine. I am aroused at the knowledge that my legs are spread wide, the lips of my cunt spread like a glistening butterfly in the night air. Thrusting deeply into my ass I feel his shaft swell slightly. I know he cannot hold back for much longer. I tug violently at the tender tips of my nipples, crying wildly. He slips two, then three fingers into my cunt, and I devour them. I hump his hand wantonly as he plunders my asshole with abandon. Without warning, his teeth sink into my neck. My climax seems to start between my ears, my face is numb. Then I cannot breath as a cold inferno overtakes my body. I fuck his fingers and cock as if their pleasure is keeping me alive. As my blood floods his mouth I suddenly feel like I am inside of him. As my orgasm surges through my core, pulling his fingers deeper inside of me, a molten surge of hot cum floods my ass; and then I can feel all of his essence inside of me. He arches his back, slamming into me at a tempo that no human could achieve. Then an Earth-shattering howl bellows from deep inside of his chest. Through my climatic haze I watch the hot white flash of the eclipse explode on the horizon, the last sliver of sun falling into darkness. The ground suddenly feels cold as I lay exhausted beneath my equally weary companion. But we cannot linger. My wings, now snuggly folded, started to tuck themselves inside their secret slits. I look at him, no traces of his silver fur remain, just the darkened shadow of a very human beard. A moment of tenderness washes over me, and I press a long kiss into his hair. I can feel him smile against my shoulder, before he yanks us both up on to our feet. Though unsteady, we scurry away from the scene and the young woman who will be rising soon, taking advantage of the newly fallen darkness. No one pays much attention to us, the dwindling crowds still atwitter about the strange celestial phenomenon. As we reach the safety of my home, I glance over my shoulder once more towards to horizon, knowing we will soon turn again under the full moon. Beasts in the Rain They were maybe 2 miles into their adventure through the woods behind the cabin where they were staying at. It was the "honeymoon cabin" that lay a few acres separate from the rest of the campground down the road, but they weren't there for any special reason...only to get away from their everyday stresses and routine life. "We've gotta be halfway by now right?" Jason asked Erin. "Oh come on, you're such a baby. The lookout is another mile or so," she teased. "Another mile? Jeez...how do you enjoy this? I feel like we've been walking forever." Jason wasn't exactly the outdoorsman, even though he absolutely adored Erin for her sense of adventure. "Are you bored already?" She waited at the top of a small dirt hill so he could catch up. "Well..." She laughed a little. "Fine, let's make this interesting then." "Yeah, how?" He took another sip of water once he caught up to her and leaned in to kiss her neck. A combination of saltiness from her perspiration and her body scent lingered on his lips. "How about a little strip trivia?" she giggled and galloped down the other side of the hill to continue their hike. "What?! I'm not getting naked out here! We'd be naked in 5 minutes!" "No, not necessarily. Okay, fine. Here are the rules: no work related questions and every OTHER one we get wrong, we lose something." Jason eyed up her attire: her short running shorts that emphasized her runner's thighs and tennis shoes that only added to the sexiness of her dark toned calves as she hiked. There was a reason he kept his distance when they walked. "Ok. Which coffee company burns their coffee beans until they are practically charred?" "Umm..Starbucks?" "Yep." "Okay, which President is on the dime?" "Oh crap...uh...Harrison Ford?" She starts laughing. "One more and your shirt is gone." They continue hiking, nearly to the lookout point they were searching for. Jason loses his shirt and Erin just answered her 2nd question wrong. Jason smiles, eyeing her up from head to toe. She stops in the middle of the path, reaching under her shirt, twisting and turning until she slips her sports bra off without revealing anything under her top except her navel for a few seconds. "Hey, that's cheating!" he said, coming up to her and playfully tugging at her top. "Hey! Quit it!" she laughed, pushing him away. "It's not cheating...I just have to remove a piece of clothing...it doesn't have to be the most outer layer!" Her thick nipples pressed through the thin fabric so he decided not to complain. Instead he lifted her chin lightly with his finger kissed her, sneaking his other hand to her left C cup breast to cope a little feel. As soon as she felt his hand there she shied away. "Next question." She turned around, grabbing his hand, and continued leading him through the forest. "What is..." She paused. "What is...that sound?" They paused, looking around them for the source. The tree tops were still, yet it sounded like a swift breeze. Before they knew it, heavy water drops were falling from the aisle between the trees above. They almost hurt, they hit the top of their heads so hard, while the rest of their bodies seemed soak it right up. It wasn't long before Jason's naked top half was glistening, trailing rivers of water down his neck and shoulders to the waist of his khaki shorts. "Ahh, dang it!" He was looking down, covering his head for the first few moments, and then looked up to see his lover laughing, having moved to a more open spot where she could further be drenched. Her white top clung to her form. The silhouette of her belly button could be made, as well as the obvious perky nipples poking out even more. He could even make out her tan areolas. Her dirty blond hair was matted and curled around her soft wet face. He lost track of the rain battering down on him and moved closer to her, resting his hands on her hips. He looked down at her, enjoying the feeling of her cold hands rubbing up his cool damp skin, from his stomach up his pecks, over his shoulders and to his neck. Her smile was contagious. He hated every bit of being wet and cold out in the rain in the woods, and just barely forgot about it all when he pressed his forehead to hers. "you know, we're probably going to get sick from being out here in the rain..." She shook her head and said "shut up" before practically leaping at him. She pressed her body against his while her lips attacked his. He was expecting something soft and sensual but something violent poured out of her. She pressed her lips against his...almost too hard, but not quite. She bit his lower lip aggressively and twisted her arms around him, surfing her fingers through now stringy hair. At first he was gentle with her, slowly sliding his warm hands up her cool smooth body underneath her shirt. He raised them to chest level, using his thumbs to caress her soft lumps on either side. When he realized her aggressive body language, he quickly moved them inwards and grabbed each breast roughly, grunting. She moaned and pressed herself at him more and more, he stumbled backwards not expecting her heaves. All his intuitions, fears, and discomfort of location and environment were soon forgotten if not reversed. His arms were squished between them as he groped her breasts so he squeezed them free and wrapped his arms around her, grabbing her ass roughly, lifting her up off the ground. She took the hint and leaped slightly, wrapping her legs around him. He freed his lips for a moment and dove into her neck, licking, sucking, and biting a little. She controlled some of his power by tugging on his hair this way or that...like encouraging and discouraging an animal. He grunted again in and dove for the sweet spot by her ear lobe. She leaned her head back, moaning, and squirming almost out of his arms. She even tried to drop her legs from around his waist, but he held one of them up yet while pulling her hair slightly. He may have been the weaker of the two when it came to the outdoors and roughing it, but he wanted to show her who was the alpha between them. He started losing his balance, so he let her drop, only to start making a go at her the way she did before. He tugged at her tank top, trying to get it up while he kept moving forward against her, kissing at her and thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She giggled and tried to fight his arms away, "What are you doing?" she laughed when her lips had a free moment. "Mmmm." He kept kissing her and said between kisses, "You either let me take it off...Mmmm... or I'm ripping it off. Your choice sweetie." This was a new side of him she'd never seen before, but embraced it. The rain and setting made her feel wild and free. He kept backing into her, making her walk backwards on the trail. He slipped her tank up off over her head, tossing it in the grass aside the trail. Returning to kissing her, he slid his hands up her smooth body, squeezing her perky cool breasts and pulling on her nipples. She moaned and kissed him back rougher, their heads moving back and forth from the rough kissing. She slid her hands around his back and grazed her fingernails from top to bottom over his skin. He couldn't take it anymore. He spotted a wide tree out of the corner of his eye, picked her up so she wrapped her legs around him again, and pressed her bare back against the rough bark. She winced a little from the wood tips gauging into her back but he ignored her. He pinned her up so her hips were above his and he shoved his hand through the legs of one of her shorts. He pulled back her cotton panties and felt her hotness was already built up. Her lips were already swollen and sticky, wanting more. "Oh my gosh, you are so wet!" She was secured between his body and the tree so she moved one of her hands down, shoving it inside the tight waistband of his boxers and found his 8" mostly hard already. "Mmmm and you're so hard!" He began fingering her, a little rougher now, trying to find the best angle to avoid his wrist from cramping with the restrictions of her shorts while she continued to stroke him, making him wet at the tip. The rain poured down even harder, beating at his back while now and then the leaves would drop huge puddles of water over their heads. Streams of rain glazed their bodies. Jason's lips moved in to lick up one of the trails of sweet nature dripping down over her nipple. She gasped from the combination of his hot tongue and the cool water droplets. For a moment he was distracted as the large droplets from the leaves above fell into his eyes. He looked up, wiping them, wondering if there was some place better they could go there in the woods, when he noticed to thick branches within reach. Even in thought, he did not move to release her from the tree and he asked her, "Are you strong enough to hold yourself up?" Her moment of bliss suddenly subsided, "What?" He gestured his head above her. "There. Grab hold of those and either hang there. I'll give you a lift." She was confused as to what his little idea was but did as he said. He released her from the tree, brushing off the bark bits that clung to her sweated skin. She stepped into his locked palms and he lifted her so she could grab the two branches. The first couple times were a fail, but as the rain died down to a soft patter, they were able to concentrate a little better. On the 4th try she grabbed both branches on either side, spreading her arms, her body shaped like a "Y". She looked down at him, still slightly confused until she realized her hips were just above his head. He reached up, smiling, and briskly jerked both her panties and shorts down together and over her shoes so she was dangling naked from the tree. "Hey!" she laughed "What are you doing?" He smiled devilishly and got up between her legs. He had to walk up onto one of the roots from the tree to raise his lips to the right height, but soon his lips were pressed to hers. He craned his neck back further to flick his tongue into her loosening slit. He licked from her opening up to her clit which was now bulging and pulsing. "Ohh my gosh," she moaned out, leaning her head back. "Please, don't stop." He grabbed onto her legs to keep her from swaying and kept his tongue flicking over her clit over and over. Letting go of her left leg, he used his free hand to finger her, easing 2 fingers inside easily from her wetness. He kept his tongue on her clit and fingered her hard. Her moans grew louder. She tried bucking at him, grinding her clit into his tongue, wanting more, but her thrusts didn't do much except make her whole body start to sway back and forth. The rain subsided a little, with only a few drops falling from the leaves, but they didn't stop. The wind picked up and a cool breeze grazed her nipples, only making them more sensitive with the moisture still resting on them. She squirmed as they desired attention, a firm hand to squeeze them and then rub them, a mouth to suck them and a tongue to flick them, but she remained teased. Jason stopped to watch her reactions, and the cool breeze snuck between her spread legs. It brought her closer to the edge, the cool air on her swollen clit. "You know...it would be fun to tie you up here, except tie your legs spread around the tree too," he taunted. "Aww, now why would you want to do that." "Ha! To tease you, my dear." He tickled his fingers over her lips ever so gently and then flicked his tongue gently to her clit to tease her even more. She groaned and squirmed, making her sway back and forth again. "Since when did you want to do anything like this?" He pondered it. "You know I'm not really sure. I think the wilderness brought something out of me. I never liked it before, but this... this makes me feel... like an animal. I feel like I'm a part of nature, and having you...taking you the way I want...like an alpha wolf. It's a turn on! I want to drive you mad!" He left it at that. Inside he thought, I want to drive you mad, make you crazy for me, make you want me and desire me more than you ever have before. I want to tease you until you beg me to take you on the forest floor, regardless of the rocks and roots, bugs and dirt. He hadn't realized he had been standing there doing nothing while thinking, and quickly grabbed her up and started eating her out roughly again. He reached one hand up into the air and rubbed one of her nipples lightly. It was hard between his fingers, and tingled underneath. She moaned, struggling to hold on now. She was losing some of the feeling in her fingers, having been hanging there for over 15 minutes now, and all her nerves deciding to populate her pink bits. He licked at her clit ravenously, fingering her roughly with his left hand while rubbing her nipple with the right. She forgot to breathe, just kept inhaling over and over, trying to intake every feeling. The breeze that blew over her sensitive nipples, the hot tongue overpowering her clit, his fingers occasionally pinching her nipples, just on that comfortable border between pain and pleasure. She finally exhaled and realized she couldn't hold on anymore. "I..." she still couldn't breathe. "I... I need...I need to let go... I .... Can't hold on anymore." "If you let go, I won't finish you." She released a little whine. "Oh please, please will you. I'll lay on the ground, I don't care!" He tried not to smile at his own success. "Nope." He kept going, sucking, finger fucking, groping, teasing, licking, nibbling. She was getting close, he knew because her breaths were so irregular, her pussy was throbbing and soaking his fingers. He wanted to keep her close, but didn't want to push her over yet. He knew sometimes after she came, she was set, and often would just let him fuck her so he could finish. He didn't want that. He wanted her to beg him to fuck her because she wanted it and she needed it. "I.. I can't! I'm letting go, I can't hold on, I'm slipping. Watch out!" He didn't budge, but instead prepared his arms to catch her or at least lower her impact on falling. She landed on her feet, his hands sliding back up to her breasts. He left her pussy alone for the time being, moving both his hands to her nipples and just softly caressing them. It practically tickled her so she tried to pull away a little...wanting it rough or not at all. He pushed her against the tree again, his hard cock now pressing against her pelvis through his khakis. "Don't move away from me" he whispered in her ear, and moved in to suck and nibble her neck. She almost fell weak at the knees. She had never seen him act this way, so confident, so secure, so powerful. She felt vulnerable and dependent, for once, on him. "How far is the lookout from here?" he asked. "It's gotta be just over that hill," she responded. He looked into her eyes, her pupils dilated. She was like a little mouse, a little bit of prey, almost afraid, yet full of lust, desire, and passion. He knew she wanted more, but he wanted a better place. He finally backed away from her, and took her hand. He pulled her to the path and then stepped out of his own khakis finally, tossing them with the rest of her clothes, leaving him in his boxers and tennies. His cock poked through the hole in his boxers and he placed her soft hand around it. "Lead the way." She turned his back to him with her hand firmly around his cock, occasionally using her fingers to caress it as they walked up over a small hill and down to a more open area. There was a huge boulder to one side, and the rest was open grass and a cliff that looked out over the rest of the state park. They could even see bits and pieces of the windy road through the tree tops. They stood at the edge, admiring the view, though neither of their minds were on the scenery. He watched her half dried hair dance in the wind. He pulled her around to face him and kissed her passionately again. Her hand was still on his cock so she kept caressing him. He put his hand back down to her pussy, her stickiness having dripped down part of her legs now. He couldn't believe how wet she was! He moved her hand away from his cock and focused on teasing her again. He didn't want her to give him any attention yet, which might distract her from her own pleasure. She wanted his cock bad, and he knew that, and figured the best way to make her begging for it would be to deny her of it. He placed a hand on her shoulder, gently pressing her downwards and followed so that they both lowered to their knees, and he laid her back in the wet soft grass. The sky was still dark, but the air warm. The smell of rain in the clouds lingered, and they knew it would come down again soon. Her nude soft body with gentle tan lines was a beautiful site against the lush grass. He crawled over her, sliding down his boxers and kicking off his shoes and socks beforehand (while she did the same) and started kissing her lips softly. "Don't move," he whispered in her ear. She closed her eyes while his lips trailed from her neck to her plump breasts, licking over her sensitive nipples. She giggled once or twice when his tongue grazed over her belly, and his fingertips tickled her sides. His hands grew firmer as he made his way to her hips, and he spread her legs as wide as was comfortable for her. The grass tried to hide her pussy so he told her to raise her hips. His tongue continued its duties from previously while he teased her. She moved her hands up to play with her nipples, but he gently bit her clit to get her attention. "Hey!" she squirmed and jumped up. "I said don't move," he warned. She put her hands back down and felt his tongue and lips at work, his hands finally moved up to her nipples. After a few more minutes of getting her close, his mouth quit while his fingertips still teased her nipples. "You're killing me!" she moaned. "Am I teasing you too bad?" he asked. He knew she didn't like him going from rough and playful to soft and sensuous...to her it was like going backwards. She was always the one to progress things, and usually tease him until he was begging to fuck. He enjoyed this sudden switch in roles. "Yes!" she yelled in frustration. "Okay...I'm sorry." He shoved 2 fingers up pussy hard, finger fucking her hard and rough, his thumb locked straight ahead so when he went in, it brushed her hard clit. He went harder, working her g-spot until she was thrusting at him. "Oh yes, please don't stop. Oh more! More!" She begged. "You want more?" "YES!" she moaned out. "Get on your hands and knees!" He slicked his soaked fingers out of her pussy, licking them while the other hand grabbed at her hips, throwing her around to her stomach. She struggled to jump to get to her knees so he hooked his arm from under her stomach and brought her up. Within a second, he shoved his hard cock into her pussy, thrusting it back and forth. She was soaking wet, it was no problem. Her pussy was throbbing, begging for more, juicing up his thick cock. He grabbed her hips and pulled her ass back against his body while he pounded that pussy. "Oh gosh, oh yes! That's right, fuck me baby!" They saw a faint flash of lightening light up the sky, with a huge rumble of thunder a few seconds to follow. Her thrusts stopped and she looked out at the sky. "Maybe we should start heading back..." He hadn't stopped. He was still grabbing her body and using it to slam her pussy. "Fuck no, we're not." He pulled her hair so her head was forced up to the sky. He felt her response to this action around his cock... an oozing of her juices lubed his cock some more. "We aren't going until I'm done with you!" His take of control just made her want him more. She forgot about the storm brewing above as he kept going. He pushed her head into the ground, into the grass so deep, the dirt below stained her cheeks. The slaps of their bodies together echoed off the nearby rocks. She wondered how many people might see them at the top of the cliff, naked, and fucking like animals...like dogs...like wolves. Beasts in the Rain The rain tapped down slowly and within a couple minutes graduated to a downpour, soaking their bodies once again. Steam floated off their hot bodies as the cold drops pooled their over their skin. Their hair dripping in their faces only turned them on more. When Jason finally got bored of that position, he pulled out, pulled her to her feet, and picked her up, carrying her over to the giant boulder. She wrapped herself around him, embracing his hot working body, kissing at his neck to keep him turned on while his cock just grazed her pussy as he walked. He pushed her up against the cold wet boulder and began fucking her against it. He slammed it in deep, driving to hit her sensitive G within. He knew he found out as her knees went weak around his body, but he held her muscular thighs up so he could keep pounding her. Her C cups bounced, rain dripping off her nipples. The cool wind breezed over them, making them sensitive once again. She reached down to rub her clit while he fucked her, and he felt her getting closer again. Her pussy squeezed his cock, almost pushing it out of her. He fought it, thrusting deeper and deeper, overpowering her pussy, making her take it. Erin moaned louder, begged for more, screamed as she got nearer, on the edge. She demanded he not stop and he didn't dare. "Oh! Oh my gosh. Yes! Don't stop. I'm there...I'm there.. I'M ... Theeeeeeeere." Her pussy throbbed around his cock, squeezing around the head. His tip was so sensitive, he was about to cum. He couldn't take it anymore. "On your knees!" He quickly pulled away from her, realizing this was probably his only chance to cum on her face without her arguing or refusing. Without hesitation she dropped to her knees in front of him. He squeezed his thick cock a couple more times before emptying his balls all over her face. His hot creamy load just kept coming, squirting over her forehead, into the roots of her hair, over her cheeks, nose, and lips. He was surprised her face was not in disgust either. When he finally caught her breath, he was surprised to see her still on her knees on the dirt path. "You look so beautiful." He squatted down to her level, admiring her perky wet breasts, with a few drops of his come sticking to them. He wiped the stickiness from her eyelids so she could open them and look up at him. "Come on... let's walk out in the open so the rain can wash your face." He walked her out to the open, and helped her use the rain to wash her stickiness away. Even with his scent still on her face, he moved in and kissed her passionately, lifting her head to his, holding her neck firmly in his grasp as if he were about to lose her. Afterwards, he smiled a little to himself...inhaling his masculine scent. It was a scent he generally didn't care for, but today he felt like an animal. He felt like a beast, marking his territory on his pretty little thing. He pulled her close as he noticed her shivering. "Come on, let's get back to the cabin and warm you up. We don't want to get sick." They walked back to get their clothes, but didn't bother putting them back on as they were drenched and only make them colder. They walked in silence for 10 minutes until Erin finally spoke, "I thought you didn't like hiking or the outdoors?" she taunted. "You watch yourself. I wasn't kidding about tying you to that tree..."