13 comments/ 91447 views/ 89 favorites A Hunter Watches Ch. 01 By: Twisted_Mistress Sheila walked barefoot through the forest; the sun shimmered through the green canopy and fell on her bare shoulders like fingers of gold. She wore a short shift dress and no underwear. Her cabin in the woods was so secluded that she had never met another soul whilst staying there as she did three or four times a year. Whenever she could get away from work, now Mark wasn't there to complain about her disappearances she thought she might be able to visit more often. Her ex had complained bitterly the two times he had joined her there; moaned about the lack of cell phone signal, the poor television reception and the lack of internet connection. Well Mark had moaned about most things she liked to do but he had been most vocal about the cabin and had refused to join her again. Sheila had tried to encourage him, she had installed a DVD player so that he could bring films with him if wanted to watch television. She had played up the seclusion of the place hinting that they could make love outside with no fear of being seen, Mark had looked at her as though she were perverted. Maybe she was or maybe he was just too much of an arse; after two years of her trying to be the sensible tight laced woman he appeared to want he left her for his secretary at work stating that Sheila was too boring for him. Sheila huffed at the memory and stopped to rest on a fallen log; he hadn't always been that straight laced had he? She thought back to the time when his parents had come to stay with them, they were notoriously late risers and she had barely seen them all week because of work commitments. She had been working on a big project at the time and had taken to getting up at five in the morning to be at work for six. Mark had crept up behind her in the kitchen and placed his hands on her breasts making her jump. She had gasped when he pushed his early morning erection into the small of her back. "Come on." He had whispered, "How about a quickie?" She had been shocked, "Your parents are upstairs." She whispered back to him as he pawed her unfettered breasts through her thin night gown. "And they will stay there for hours." He had reasoned pushing hard against her. "We'll just be quiet." "I don't do quiet, remember?" She had hissed, he had complained countless times for her to climax quietly; chiding her about disturbing the neighbouring apartments. "How about if we try?" He had urged and placed his hand over her mouth. She had gasped in shock as he had pressed her down onto the kitchen table and hoiked up nightie to her waist and fucked her; keeping his hand over her mouth the whole time. It was the best sex they had ever had, that she had ever had. The idea irked her now; she didn't want Mark to be the best lover she had known. Thinking about the early morning episode had her shifting uncomfortably against the log; she was wet; aroused by the memory of rough satisfying sex. Her nipples poked at the thin fabric of her shift, all too aware of any movement of the fabric over her body. The hunter peeked out from behind his tree; the woman was back again. He watched hungrily as she moved herself against the log upon which she had been sitting. She must have been thinking about something really hot because her nipples looked bullets and the front of her dress was damp. He had been coming, often literally, to these woods for years for the excellent hunting they offered. He had been distracted by a different form of hunting when he stumbled across the beauty in front of him. Since the first accidental sighting he had found a pattern in her visits, every four to six weeks throughout the summer and autumn and he now timed his own visits to match hers. Three or four times a year he would be granted the pleasure of watching this sensual beauty wander the woods in next to nothing, toying with herself in the apparent seclusion. He watched her through heavy lidded eyes as she wriggled across the log to the spot where she could press herself against an old branch that protruded from the fallen tree. He knew it was one of her favourite places; it was where he often found her. The hunter stroked himself through his trousers as she wrapped her legs around the old branch and began to writhe against it, careful to keep her dress between herself and the surface; bark was not a soft gentle surface for such a delicate area. For the thousandth time the hunter wondered what it would be like to be that branch; to have her slick cunt grinding against him. He unfastened his pants and tugged his cock out and began to stroke it in earnest, oh to cum inside that gorgeous cunt just once. He shivered as he sprayed his cum on the damp leaves of the forest floor, transfixed as she began to moan and stroke her hands over her breasts. The hunter adjusted his clothing and fastened his zip, the whir of the teeth sounded like thunder in the stillness. Sheila held herself still, her heart thumping with more than just arousal. What was that noise? She looked around her but could see nothing, her ears strained but there was nothing else to hear other than the birds and the rustle of the trees. Nervously, Sheila swung hers legs back to the ground as she continued to strain her senses for any sign of something out there in the trees. Unsure she rose to her feet, the erotic moment was lost now; she would go back to the cabin. She tried to walk casually thought she couldn't help but wonder if someone was watching her; had they been watching her fucking the tree? Her cheeks flared with colour at the thought, she quickened her stride she considered it some more. What if some man was hiding and getting his rocks off as she touched herself? Sheila felt the moisture building again, her nipples dragged against the cotton of her dress and she could feel the cool forest air over her bare bottom. The cabin always brought out her darker appetites but she frowned at the idea of getting turned on by some pervert in the trees. Knowing her luck if he did exist then he would be fat and fifty and ugly as sin; not that she had anything against sin really, just the fat and ugly bit. By the time she had the cabin door at her back Sheila was panting, and not simply from exertion. With a low moan she raced to the kitchen and snatched up a candle from the drawer. Wasting no time she hurried to the sofa in the sitting area and threw herself on it. She raised herself on her knees and leaned over the low padded back pushing her bottom in the air. Reaching behind herself she pushed the blunt end of the candle into her dripping pussy crying out at the sensation. As she plunged the long thin candle in and out she moaned to herself quietly biting the meaty flesh at the base of her thumb, just in case there really was someone out there she didn't want them to overhear. The hunter stood with his back to the cabin wall beneath the open window and listened. He could hear the slurping sounds of good fucking and though his cock hardened he felt dread in the pit of his stomach as he considered that she may have brought a man with her. She had done so before. He crept up the steps and cautiously looked through the window. His breath caught in his throat as he saw her leaning over the sofa fucking herself with something he couldn't quite see. He heard the slurp and slap of her wetness over her ragged breathing. He frowned deeply. She was saying something; he strained to listen. "Oh god yes; I hope your watching this. Is this making you all hard and horny, old man? Yes I wish it was a big fat cock." The hunter ducked down as she raised her head to cry out, her orgasm hit her hard and fast. She had heard him and the idea of being watched had turned her on even more. His cock twitched at the idea forming in his mind. Sheila fell asleep on the sofa shortly after her orgasm; she stretched out smiling as the breeze from the window cooled her heated skin. It was twilight when she woke, the autumn air cool on her bare arms and legs. Sheila sat up and looked about the shadows. She had imagined someone being out in the woods; there was never really anyone out there she reasoned to herself. Sheila stood up and walked to cabin door; pulling it open she looked out. Peering at the trees and straining her ears she stood there for a few minutes before she smiled and gave an embarrassed laugh. Her gaze dropped to the wide wooden porch and saw something pale on the dark wood. Looking about she stooped to retrieve it. Sheila gasped; in her hand she held a perfectly carved wooden cock. It was pale and smooth and eight inches long, stuck to the bottom was a folded white card. She opened it up. "Definitely hard and horny; not old." It read. Sheila's hand shook; there had been someone out there watching her. Her hand flew to her cheek as she realised that whoever it was had been close enough to hear her when she had been playing with herself. She placed a hand over her thumping heart; if this had been at home in the city then she would be terrified of the idea. Somehow out here was a different world. What was the worst that could happen? This man could break in and fuck her, which in all honesty maybe that wouldn't be so bad. Still sleepy and a little confused Sheila let the door close behind her. She jumped as it banged shut; she couldn't; could she? The idea made her stomach roll with dangerous excitement. Lowering herself to sit on the raised wooden porch Sheila gazed out at the thickening shadows. She sat in a pool of light from the windows in the door, she pulled her knees up and slowly spread them open. Her heart pounded at the risks she was taking but it only served to make her pussy wetter and her nipples harder. With a low moan she held up the hand carved phallus and then slowly lowered it between her legs. Its rounded headed felt delicious as she rubbed it over her clit, her juices glistened in yellow light. Sheila rolled her head back against the solid wood door, running a hand over her breast. Getting into the idea of giving her mystery admirer a show she pulled the dress down allowing her breast to spill free. Sheila tugged at her nipple with her thumb and forefinger, stretching it out dramatically and then letting it fall back into place. She moaned as she pushed the wooden cock inside her dripping cunt, it felt warm almost like a real one. It was far superior to a candle, she thought appreciatively. Within moments she began to fuck herself in earnest, plunging the cock in, pulling it out over and again until she was moaning loudly. With the solid feeling cock inside her and the cool evening air playing over her wetness Sheila came hard with a sharp cry. Slowly her breathing returned to normal Sheila blinked in the near dark surrounding her. She sat up and her fingers brushed against something on the decking beside her. She gasped ad pulled away before studying it more closely. It was a parcel, a small parcel about the size of watch case or a make up palette and it was wrapped in brown parcel paper and it certainly hadn't been there when she had first stepped out. Sheila picked it up and rose to her feet, looking about the dark woods as she did. With shaking fingers she ripped it open, inside was a dark blue bandana folded to make a neck tie, or a blindfold she thought with a sharp intake of breath. Her hands shook so much she had to fumble to catch the note that dropped from it. 'Wear this over your eyes whenever you want a real cock' Sheila peered into the trees, her eyes darting about nervously, she pulled open the door and scurried inside. The hunter wiped the sweat from his brow; he was hot and hard from her performance on the porch. He almost regretted giving her the blindfold and maybe that was just too much to hope for. It was more than enough that she had the cock that he had carved for her; he had thought many times to make one. The fact that she had put on such a show for him with it nearly caused him to cum in his pants. He was hard again already and he had already spilled his seed over the tree trunk he had used to hide behind. He hoped that he had not scared her off; he wouldn't be too surprised if she were to make a run for her car in the morning. He didn't dare hope for more than the visual treat she had provided for him. Sheila held the bandana to her cheek; it had been clasped in her hands all night as she slept. She had even thought of going to her window and putting it on with the hope that her watcher would come to her bed. She woke late the next morning; her cheeks instantly suffused a dark pink flush at her wanton display. Sheila showered and dressed, she picked up an apple for her breakfast and took it with her as she strolled into the woods. In the pocket of her short dress she had put the bandana; just in case she actually had the nerve to use it. Sheila retraced her steps from the day before, following the familiar trail as she bit into the tangy flesh of the apple. She nearly choked on the sweet fruit when she reached her favourite log; the old branch that she often used to pleasure herself with was gone. It had been cut down and the stump had been carved into a cock, very similar in style to the one now sitting at her bedside; it truly looked as though the old tree had a hard on for her. She gasped and then from behind her hand gave a nervous laugh; stepping closer to examine it. The wood was smooth and warm, pale like the one she had used the night before and it jutted out forcefully from the rough bark of the log. Sheila stroked a finger along its smoothness and cast a furtive glance around her. Without hesitation she climbed up onto the log on her knees, lifting herself up she balanced over the bizarre erection until it was poised at her entrance. Sheila needed no foreplay, no persuading, the last twenty four hours had her in constant state of wetness. Placing her palms on the tree in front of her Sheila slowly lowered herself onto the carved cock. From his place behind the tree the hunter held his breath; the blonde was on her hands and knees with his carving disappearing under the folds of her dress. He watched as she spread her knees a little wider and slowly began to lower herself down. He couldn't see the exact point of penetration but he knew when it happened because she rolled her head back and moaned deeply. Slowly she rocked backwards and forwards over the cock he had carved; showing him her appreciation of his work. Her movements became less dreamy and more determined until she was rocking hard against the shaft growling fiercely as she took it all in, she quickened her pace. Punctuating her movements with sharp high pitched cries until she screamed and fell forward. The hunter watched her back rise and fall with her harsh breathing, his own was unsteady as he struggled not to manually relieve his twitching cock. Then it was his turn to gasp in shock. The blonde climbed shakily from the log, she braced herself against it as she pulled the bandana from her pocket, held it high in the air and with fumbling fingers tied it over her eyes. She turned around and bent over the log, pushing her bottom out and sliding her feet apart in offering. Sheila held her breath as she offered herself to her watcher. She could see nothing through the blindfold and she could hear nothing unusual from nearby, what if he wasn't here? How long should she wait? She jumped and gasped as she felt gloved hands grip her hips; they pulled her back so that she was bending lower and then hitched her short dress upwards until it hung draped high on her back. Unsure what to expect Sheila held her breath, she gasped her shock went she felt a long flat tongue lick her from her clit all the way up the crack of her arse and along her spine. Without warning she felt a pressure at her entrance as a large bulbous head slowly pushed inside her. It felt very thick and very wide and as it slowly pushed its way in she was impressed with the length. The hunter was careful to hold her firmly lest she feel the tremor in his hands as he finally plunged his cock into her sopping wet cunt. He roughly pushed his gloved hands up along her ribs until could grip her breasts; he squeezed and pummelled them in his scarred leather gloves making her cry out with the sensation. He paused for a moment to savour the feel of her juices dripping onto his thigh before he finally began to move inside her. She cried out once more as he began plunge deep inside her, pounding against her roughly like an animal. Sheila had planned to use her ears to find some clue as to who this man was but the feel of his solid cock slamming into her was more than she could bear and she could not stop herself from screaming out as he rode her hard. She clenched around him, holding him tight as she came on his cock yet still he didn't alter his pace. Breathing hard Sheila growled and moaned low in her throat as the hard paced rhythm began to build inside once more. Rambling nonsense and crying Sheila begged him to stop; she begged him for more and chanted her eternal gratitude until finally she began to scream as she was gripped by a tidal surge of orgasm. This time she felt her watcher take both her hips in his hands and thrust hard and deep, he ground himself against her hard pushing her face against the bark of the log. With one final thrust he gave a shudder and his cock began to pulse inside her, filling her with his seed. A minute later he pulled out from her. Sheila turned around and there was no sign of her lover save for the jism running down her legs. A Hunter Watches Ch. 02 Sheila has attracted the attention of the hunter as she plays in the woods; can she accept the true nature of her desires? Sheila leaned back against the log for a long time waiting for her breathing to even out and her legs to stop shaking. She felt the autumnal air cool against the juices running down her thighs and shivered. What was happening to her? Was she really such a slut that she would offer herself to a man she did not even know? Well obviously that was true; part of her wanted to toss down the blue bandana and walk away from it but another part of her already wanted to wrap it over her eyes again so that her watcher would return from the forest and take her again. She closed her eyes against the idea; blocking that part of her that was winning over the more sensible side of her nature. Taking several deep breaths Sheila moved away from the log, instead of retracing her steps to the cabin she turned and walked further into forest. The path was steep and trees were dense; as she walked she listened hard for any sign of someone following her. She heard nothing. The trees thinned out to form a clearing around the tumbling waterfall that fed the stream running through the forest. It was another favourite place of hers; she had often brought sandwiches so that she could lie on the riverbank all day dangling her feet in the water. In the heat of the summer she would often take a cooling shower under the icy water fall; Sheila looked at the tumbling curtain of water. It would be freezing today but maybe she needed an ice cold shower. Gasping as the bitterly cold water hit her shoulders Sheila walked slowly under the torrent; her dress bore the marks of her tree climbing on it and the blue bandana hung damply around her neck. Cool water stung her cheek and when she tested it with her fingers she found she had a graze; she must have scratched it on the log when her mystery man had been fucking her. Memory surged and heated her blood at once; Sheila groaned aloud as she ran her hands through her wet hair. Was there no end to her shameless behaviour? She was washing herself clean having invited a stranger to fuck her and already she was thinking of more. Sheila dropped her hands to her breasts, the cold was already tightening her nipples to hard buds; the urge to stroke them and pinch at them whilst she shoved her fingers inside her cum soaked pussy made her cry out in shame. How could she still be so horny? Horrified at her own wantonness she climbed out of the stream and ran all the way back to her cabin. Once there she didn't stop until she rounded the top of the stairs and stumbled into her bedroom. She threw her soaking dress to the floor and fell on the bed; wrapping the thick duvet all around her freezing cold skin. The hunter watched from his place high in the trees; he had a view of her bedroom window. He frowned as he saw the woman huddle under the bedclothes; he considered whether he had been too rough with her earlier. His cock hardened as he recalled ploughing himself between her damp thighs; her cries as she shook beneath him and her screams when she had orgasmed around his cock. Once was not enough; he wanted more. Would she really feel so bad about her sensual nature? He couldn't understand why that should be the case. The hunter was torn between wanting to go to her and hold close; comfort her and going to her to spread her thighs and make her scream over and over again. He took deep breaths; forcing his desire back down until he felt his control return. She still wore his bandana round her neck; he saw the blue line of it at the edge of her neck as she relaxed in sleep under the bulky quilt. He sat guard over her until full dark, with no lights on in the house he could only just make out her outline under the bedclothes. He knew he should leave; he could feel the urge to feed but the need for her was too strong. His patience was rewarded as she sat up and turned on the lamp next to the bed, the quilted slipped exposing her breasts to the golden light. Her blonde hair had dried matted and tangled giving her a wild look as she idly fingered the bandana around her neck. Sheila woke tired and groggy; as though the effort of sleeping had tired her out. She turned on the lamp and ran her finger along the bandana around her neck. Already she longed to place it over her eyes; she pulled it up and covered her eyes before quickly tugging it down once more. No, she couldn't; she had to stop acting like a whore. In her dreams her watcher had pursued her; chasing her through the trees in the dark. She had run from him even though she wished only for him to catch her; when he did he held her down and fucked her. Right there on the forest floor; Sheila shivered unsure how much she wanted to think about the dream; what exactly did it say about her? She laid her head against the head board in despair. Tired of over thinking Sheila slid from the bed and stood naked at the window after several minutes of gazing out the window she pulled the bandana over her eyes and fought with herself not to snatch it away. Wear this over your eyes whenever you want a real cock the note had said when she found the blue scrap of cloth; now she knew it was the truth. Ten minutes later and still she stood braced against the window waiting. She sighed deeply and sank to her knees, tears fell to be absorbed into the cloth at her eyes. She turned herself around leaning her back to the rough wall beneath the window. As she pulled her arms around her knees she felt something brush against the back of her hand. Sheila jumped and gave a startled cry; the motion knocked something to the floor. "It's you." She gasped. Again she felt something brush her knuckles; this time she opened her hand out. It was the carved cocked her stranger had left for her the night before. "You want to watch me? But I..." "Too hungry." His voice was a strangled whisper, rough like sandpaper. Sheila struggled to understand his meaning but she gripped the wooden carving tighter in her hand her breathing already quickening. She took her arms away from her knees and let her legs fall open. She could hear his ragged breathing from somewhere near the bed as she gazed into the unnatural darkness of the bandana. "I dreamt about you." She said quietly, running her free hand over her breast, toying with her hardened nipple. Sheila slid the wooden cock over her skin, sliding it from her knee to her thigh as she tugged and stretched her aching nipple. As the turned the phallus in circles around her slippery entrance she told the stranger of her dream and how exciting she found it With a cry of delight she plunged the carved cock into her cunt; she was so wet the noise of it sliding inside her filled the room. Sheila began to moan with desire as she stabbed at her core with hard rounded cock. The knowledge that her unseen lover watched her added to her wetness. He had come to her, asked to watch her; a command performance. "Oh God; I am such a slut." She cried with despair. She didn't break her rhythm but tears began to fall down her cheeks; the soaked bandana unable to absorb any more. Her sobs mingled with her grunts of desire as she plunged the cock harder within until she could bear it no longer and she screamed as her orgasm swept through her body. Sheila dropped her head to her chest, her breasts rising and falling with each gasping breath. The hunter was overwhelmed by the smell of her; her hot spicy lust filled the room he could feel her blood rushing so close to the surface that he could see the pulse of it jumping at her throat. He was too hungry; he should have fed over an hour ago but he had wanted her so badly even though he daren't touch her. She was ashamed of her desire; he understood that she couldn't bear to consciously ask for what she wanted. He took another lungful of her heady scent, drew it in and rolled it over his tongue. It was as close to tasting her as he dared whilst the hunger raged through body. "Go out to the forest in an hour." He whispered roughly. Silently he ran from the room and out in the trees; the moon cast silvery shadows in his wake lighting his way. Sheila pulled the scarf from her eyes; again she was alone. She thumped a fist on the floor in frustration. Carefully she plucked the wooden cock from her cunt and placed it on the floor; it glistened with her juices in the lamplight. To fill up the time she washed the wooden phallus, brushed her hair and ate an apple. She stood in front of her wardrobe wondering what to wear; she pulled out a red clinging cotton dress. She had brought a few years ago to wear for Mark but they had argued that night and she had never put it on. It clung to every curve on her body, cut low to expose the curve of her breasts and short enough to barely cover her bottom. She put her hair up in bunches and her pulse quickened as she looked at her reflection; she looked like a whore; an innocent whore but a whore nonetheless. After an hour had passed she stepped out of the cabin; he hadn't told her where to go only that she should go to the forest. She turned the opposite way to her normal treks through the woods; the forest was darker this way and eventually it led to the campsite at the far edge of the woods. She heard nothing as she walked and she began to panic that she had chosen the wrong way; what if he had been waited at the clearing for her? She wondered about turning around and heading back there when she heard a twig snap behind her. She gasped and fire heated her blood. Instinctively she hurried her steps, stumbling occasionally over unseen obstacles. Just when she thought she had imagined the noise she felt a hand stroke her hair and that rough voice in her ear. "Run." She did run; she ran as fast as she could. She stumbled over the uneven ground branches reached out and tugged at her hair, her arms and legs. She felt the scratches form as she fled; panic a living thing within her as she thought of the man behind her. She wanted to be caught but she wanted him to catch her for real. Sheila thrashed her way through the dense forest but the man pursuing her barely made a sound. Every now and then she felt his gloved finger touch her arm or her shoulder but there was never a sound. She could hear the music from the campsite, see the light of a fire, damn she had run too far. Looking behind she began to scrabble up the bank towards the noise; a gloved hand gripped her ankle and she fell on her face in the dirt. The bank was sheer, at the top the campfire flickered throwing dancing shadows over the large trees that circled it. She could hear voices, the deep and slurred timbre of drunken teenagers. As Sheila kicked herself out of her watchers grip she crawled towards the light, glancing behind her. She could see him now; a thick black shadow only inches behind her, as she scrabbled to the lip of the bank she felt his firm grip on her ankle and this time she couldn't break free of it. The hunter climbed up, roughly gripping the firm flesh of her legs using the leverage to pull himself up over her. He could smell her panic and her lust and the knowledge fuelled him. Only a few feet in front of them the voices grew louder a teenage boy pleading with his girlfriend to be a little friendlier. "Come on baby," He crooned to the unseen girl. The sound getting ever closer. The hunter roughly shoved Sheila's thighs apart with his knees as he crawled further up her body, he could see the glisten of her wet cunt, smell her desire even as she tried weakly to turn in his grasp. Sheila gasped as she saw the two figures appear before her, a young lad and his girlfriend. He was talking to her, pleading and she was resolutely shaking her head. Sheila closed her eyes as she felt a gloved hand close over her breast, felt the outline of his long thick cock pressing on her thigh. If she made any noise then the couple would find her; find them. Her turmoil was resolved when she felt the large gloved hand close over mouth. She sagged against his erection in defeat mingled with relief. "But I bought you a ring." The boy whined. "Really?" Asked the girl excitedly. She gave a squeal of delight as he must have shown it to her, she purred happily over it. "So what do you say? A ring for a ring?" He whined. The girl made a play of resisting as she held her hand up to inspect the sparkle of the jewellery. Sheila felt a hand slide between their bodies and the unmistakable sound of a zipper, she gasped and groaned. She couldn't believe what was happening; he was helping to live through her fantasy in front of this couple who were going to start fucking any second; more than that it sounded like the guy was asking for his girl's arse. Sheila held her breath as she felt pressure on her cunt lips; she was more than aware of the breeze send cool chills over her exposed body. The hand tightened over her mouth as the unseen cock speared her, she arched against him pressing her back to his chest. She felt teeth on her neck and began to struggle once more. "Watch." Said the hunter directly into her ear. Sheila opened her eyes and gazed at the two young people, they were on their knees entwined around one another, kissing passionately. Sheila could see they had hands inside each others shirts; and were murmuring their pleasure as they kissed deeply. The boy pushed his girl back and began to pull off her jeans, murmuring encouragement. With her trousers gone he urged her to her front, taking a bottle from his pocket he fumbled for a second before pouring it between her arse cheeks. Sheila groaned and felt the mystery cock stroke her deeply inside, a tug on her hair had her raising her head and watching the scene once more. The boy set down the bottle of oil on the grass beside him and pulled out his hard cock; without waiting he pressed it to the girls arse. Sheila could hear the girl whimpering telling him that she had changed her mind. Heard him talking her in to it; all the while he pushed down between her plump cheeks breathing his ragged encouragement. The girl on the ground began to cry out, giving the odd hiccupping sob as she lay stiffly beneath the boy. He continued to murmur encouragement to her and then gasped as he slipped further inside her. The motion brought a cry from the girl. Sheila stiffened beneath her own man, he flexed his fingers over her breast and ground himself inside her the sensation had her leaning back against him. "Oh God; baby, it feels sooo..." the young girl cried. "Oh God you like it? You dirty bitch." The boy called with shocked delight; Sheila watched him in silhouette as he began to thrust himself harder into her. Using longer deeper strokes as his girl urged him on. Sheila was overcome by the sight and her cunt began to twitch as she watched the pair. The girl moved up to her knees bending forward to give him better access and Sheila could see the silhouette of the boy's cock as it was pulled out and thrust back inside the young girl's eager bottom. Sheila orgasmed, silenced completely by the gloved hand over her mouth. As the two teenagers began to hump in earnest so the hunter began to began pump inside his woman. He matched the young boys rhythm so that each couple slapped flesh in time; his strokes were long and harsh and the woman beneath him shuddered in appreciation. There were sounds of laughter from closer to the fire at the campsite; joking about where their friends had disappeared to. Sheila watched through hooded eyes; heard the boys shaky breaths watched him thrust in and out of the girl on her knees whilst she in turn gasped in amazement at the effect he had on her body, trying desperately to muffle her cries lest their friends find them. At the same time her watcher ploughed into her own wet cunt; matching the boy's thrusts so she almost believed it was his cock that pumped inside her. She moaned low in her throat; the noise drowned out by the gloved hand. The leather rough and hot over her skin; she gasped in shock when it left lips. Less than a second later soft leather pressed once more her lips this time pushing through into her mouth, he was gagging her with his glove. She let out a scream and no sound pushed through the gag; two hands moved down and gripped each breast. They grabbed and pummelled at her mounds, pinching and twisting her sensitive nipples. It was too much for Sheila she arched up in glorious orgasm; adding even further to her desire she heard the girl in front of her gasp in shock as she too was wracked with orgasm. Her partner cheering her on as quietly as he could. "Oh yes; you dirty bitch. Come while I'm in your arse; fuck yes." Sheila thrashed her head from side to side in frenzy as she rode out the final waves of her orgasm only to feel the cock inside her grow harder still before it began to pulse and pump deep within her. The hunter held himself within his woman as he pumped his seed deep inside her as she spasmed around his cock. He watched the two teenagers adjust their clothing and stagger back to join their friends by the fire; they were greeted cheers and jeers as the others joked about what they had been up to. He mentally thanked them for the display; the smell of their sex mingled with his own. Reaching out he pocketed the bottle they had left behind before easing out of his woman's cunt and zipping himself up. She lay limp and exhausted beneath him making him smile with satisfaction; he had worn her out. Using her arm to pull her up he bent his knees and pulled her onto his shoulder; with his glove still in her mouth she was unable to make a sound. A Hunter Watches Ch. 03 Sheila has caught the eye of the hunter in the woods. The hunter helps Sheila accept the depth of her desires. He carried her over his shoulder with little effort. Tracing the trail back to his home in the cave behind the waterfall. It was from there that he had seen her for the first time. She had stood like a vision under waterfall he could easily have believed her to be a goddess as the water had poured over her blonde hair, plastering her pale pink dress to her, running over the hard peaks of her breasts. The fabric so pale that when wet it became almost the same colour as her flesh. Through it he could easily see the dark circles of nipples and the trim triangle of hair at her apex. He had moved as close to the cave entrance as he dared mesmerised by the way she had stroked unashamedly at her body. His mouth had dried at the first sight of her and he had thought himself lucky to catch a glimpse of such a beauty. Then to his amazement she had dropped to her knees. The stream that the waterfall fed was shallow, only ankle deep and he watched as the churning waters lapped at her pale thighs. He remembered how he had nearly choked as she spread those creamy thighs and plunged her finger inside. Tilting her face to the pouring water she had moaned deeply and added another finger to her cunt. Her breathing had changed from heated gasps to low moans as she stroked herself to her orgasm only ten feet away from him, her sharp cries had echoed around his head as they bounced across each wall of his cave. Transfixed as she bowed before him, resting her weight on her free hand. He could not resist pulling his own cock free from his pants and stroking himself to the rhythm she set. Water bounced up and it splashed down onto her bowed spine, her face only an inch from the water. Her feral grunts punctuated the air as she sawed three fingers in and out of her cunt. His only regret was that the falling water masked her scent from him. The sight of her bared teeth as she shivered to a screaming climax made him lose his grip on his control and he marked the entrance of his home with his spilled seed. He carried her now only a foot from that first meeting place. Treading carefully so that they were not showered with the spray for he did not want her to guess the position of his home. He wondered if she slept as she lay motionless against him. The cave was long and dark, neither hot nor cold as they moved deeper into the hillside until finally he lowered them both down on his sleeping bags. He knelt over her deciding what to do as she finally stirred. She stiffened slightly in confusion and then to his delight she shifted beneath him and raised tentative hands to his chest. Stroking questing fingers through his thick chest hair, he reached down and pulled the glove from her mouth. She flexed her jaw to relieve the ache, and swallowed hard. "Thank you." She whispered. It was full dark in the cave and he was assured that she could see nothing. He swept his hand across her chest, pushing aside the scant cover of her dress; he lowered his head to nuzzle at her breast. Hearing her sigh at the sensation he ran his tongue flat over her raised nipple before drawing it into his mouth and suckling at the diamond hard peaks. The blonde woman arched upwards, pushing herself to him already wanting more. Using his teeth he removed his remaining glove and cupped the soft curve of her other breast. As he grazed her nipple with the edge of his teeth he curled his calloused finger around the other in a show of possession. He had pumped his seed within her a scant twenty minutes before and already he was hard for her again, he unzipped his trousers in readiness. He moved her legs apart with his thighs as he made her mew with his attentions to her sensitive breasts. He could smell himself on her skin and that knowledge aroused him further. Only the day before he had been content to watch her toy with herself but no more; he claimed her as his own. He would never again be satisfied to watch her from afar. The thought of possession hardened his cock further and he pressed himself to her cum soaked pussy. He slid his cock inside her warm wet hole glorying in her delighted sigh as he stroked the length of her cunt with his hardness. She was wet, not just from her earlier passion but from his seed and fresh desire. Desire for him; he had never before known who she thought of when she touched herself. Now it would be him and only him. She began to moan beneath him, a low guttural sound similar to a growl; he nibbled at the column of her throat feeling the vibration of her desire on his lips. Her breathing quickened with the pace of his thrusts; he raised himself up over her and slowly plunged deeper within her; the sound of her delighted moans spurring him to lengthen and deepen his strokes. Sheila panted as her watcher pounded her flesh; she moaned deeply delighting in the fullness of his cock. Her mind still reeled from the eroticism of their union such a short time ago. He had chased her through the forest having listened to her recant the dream she'd had about him. Sheila had told him of her fantasy of being chased and then taken roughly; she could still hear his harsh voice saying 'run'. She cried out as she felt her body building to yet another orgasm and then again in disappointment as he withdrew quickly from contracting cunt. Before she could voice her consternation he was rolling her over onto her belly and then pulling back urging her to her knees. She growled her excitement in the thick darkness of the cave; she craved the deep penetration the position allowed and thrust her bottom in the air to afford him better access. She could feel the amalgam of juices pooling at the entrance to her cunt; knowing that his cum mixed with her own sent another frisson of desire through her. Instead of plunging himself inside her she felt him move further away momentarily, on his return she felt warm liquid pour down the crack of her arse. She cried in shock; immediately thinking of the couple they watched earlier. The young man taking his equally young girlfriend; offering her engagement in exchange for her anal cherry. Sheila moaned deeply as she recalled the girl's protests and how they turned to surprised delight. He held himself against her virgin hole as though seeking her decision; Sheila hesitated before pushing back against him. She didn't know why she trusted him but she did, he was all she wanted and she wondered if he knew that. Sheila hissed and bit down on her lip as he began to push his way into her arse. It was tight, uncomfortable and Sheila had to force herself to breathe out deeply; trying not to tense her muscles. It felt as though she may split in two; never before had she been so aware of a cock inside her. It was as though she could feel every bump, every vein that throbbed along his rod. Just as she felt she could not bear it another moment she felt something shift within her as though the cock inside her had breached some hidden barrier and the pain melted into fresh desire. The hunter felt the moment she melted against him; all the tension drained from her as she sighed with surprise at her own reactions. He ran his hands over her back before sliding them back to grip her hips; this woman was sex incarnate. He had wanted her for so long he had barely paused to consider that she would want him. Now that he had tasted her; felt her beneath him, watched her stroke herself for his pleasure and now he held her once more; his cock speared in her arse. Once more she began to respond to him with such powerful heat. His cock twitched and she answered him with a languid sigh; bringing himself under control he began to move deeper within her. He slid back and forth; using the oil to ease the way until at last he was resting against her firm bottom and his shaft was fully sheathed within her tightness. He ground himself hard against her holding her still as he stretched her narrow walls. To his delight she cried out and began to babble senselessly as desire flooded over her. She gasped and panted as she struggled to translate the new sensations within her; it fuelled him to begin to thrust smoothly inside her. She held his cock like a fist and he hissed with pleasure as she squeezed his shaft while he stroked her virgin walls all the while she moaned and muttered with each stroke. He frowned deeply as he tuned into her babble and struggled to make out her words. "Oh God, yes!" She screamed as he plunged back down fully, "Yes hard; mmm I love it! Oh shut up woman!" She remonstrated herself even as she cried her delight, the hunter cocked his head trying to understand why she would do that. When he heard her chide herself for the third time he gripped her breast with sharp nails and bent close to her ear. "Scream for me" He hissed in his sandpapered whisper, "Tell me what you want, what you like." "It doesn't bother you?" She panted with surprise, so used to Marks constant disapproval it took her a moment to understand his meaning. He punctuated his words with a harsh thrust. Her scream was her response and she was answered with a feral growl; the hunter was richly rewarded as she gave a graphic account of the effect he was having on her body interspersed with loud grunts and moans. The sound of her vibrant descriptions fuelled him further; the idea that someone had shamed her for it only angered him. He began to plunge harder, thrusting further as her glorious body adjusted to his size. He registered the change in her breathing, the pitch of her cries that told him she neared orgasm and he scraped his nails over her nipples and down her back until he felt her begin to shudder under him. He fucked her in short stabs until the she screamed out; shaking violently beneath him as she was wracked with her first anal orgasm. He could feel the contractions of her cunt through the thin walls of her arse and he gave in to his own relief and spewed his seed deep within her bowels making her cry out afresh. Sheila moaned with desolation when he finally pulled out from her; she revelled in the feel of being pinned beneath his body. It was long, hard and tightly packed with muscle, there was no give in his flesh when she pushed against him. She thrilled to the feel of his cock still twitching inside her; had she known arse fucking could be this good she would have done it years before. Who knew she was missing such a thrill? She sighed in sleepy satisfaction as he pulled her back against his chest, tucking her head to his shoulder as she surrendered to the overwhelming pull of sleep. As she fell into the darkness she felt a sharp sting on her shoulder and winced; then she felt warm lips close over the mark and suckle at the flesh. The last thing she heard was the watcher's rough whisper as he held her tight against him. "Mine." He growled. Sheila woke in her own bed alone, for a moment she wondered if the night had been but a dream. Then she moved and every single delightful ache in her body told her that she had most definitely not dreamt anything. I haven't decided whether or not to continue with the story of Sheila and the hunter; as you can tell he is not altogether human. Needless to say that this was only the start of their exploration together. A Hunter Watches Ch. 04 Many thanks to everybody who contacted me with their support for another Hunter story. I hope you like where it took me. * Sheila paced her bedroom floor for the eighth night in row. She had been home over a week and she had not had one decent night's sleep. Her work focus was shot and today she had nearly fallen asleep in an important meeting. Her boss was suggesting that she took some time off but how could she when she had only just returned from a weeks leave? It was a week in her regular retreat that had caused this dissatisfaction with her real life. Her cabin in the woods had been her refuge for years now but now she was torn between wanting to drive up there right now and never returning to the forsaken place. On her last visit she had met a man, she didn't know his name or even his face but she knew his body. And he really knew hers. At one time that thought would have made her blush but there was a different form of heat rising from her tonight. Sheila paced the lemon coloured carpet for another circuit, annoyed at her own awareness of the thin satin slip as it brushed her skin with every movement she made. As she felt her nipples harden against the soft fabric Sheila eyed the carved wooden cock on her bedside cabinet and felt the moisture build in her pussy. The phallus had been a gift from her mystery watcher in the woods. In a show of gratitude Sheila had used it for the first time right there on the porch. In appreciation her watcher had left her a bandana to wear as a blindfold whenever she wanted a real fuck. She had put that to good use too. She hadn't wanted to leave her cabin and return to reality and she hadn't wanted to leave her mystery man. She had no name for him; how would she ever find him again? That was one of the reasons she had for not returning to the cabin, what if she never saw him again? Her time in her precious woods in her lovely little house there would be only a shadow without him; forever ruined by his absence. As dawn pushed through the blinds at the window Sheila gave up on sleep. She was so tired she could barely swing her legs from the bed. This was no state to go to work in. Maybe if she went to the cabin she could look for her sensual stranger, she could ask at the campsite. If she went today then it would be recent enough for someone to remember him. Packing a small bag Sheila drank half a pot of coffee before calling her boss and confirming that she would take the offered leave and call in a few days to confirm the date of her return. With the decision made she could feel the tension dissolve within her; this is what she needed to do. She needed to find her stranger and ...what? She thought harder; what was she going to do once she found him? She could think of that when she found him and she didn't even try to consider how long that might take. The parking place for her cabin was nearly a mile from the cabin but the forest was too dense to for her to drive any closer. Even if she could she would need a tank to traverse the undulating path to her isolated home. She had bought supplies which she transferred to a rucksack and her travel bag was small enough not to be a burden on her trek. Sheila took a deep breath and headed down the rabbit trail to her cabin. She hadn't called out for her mystery watcher, although the temptation had been there. She had scanned to woods for any sign of him but she knew that would be fruitless; she had never seen him even when she knew he was out there. More than that he could have walked up to her and shook her hand and she would have been none the wiser. I would know him by the feel of his cock inside me though, she thought to herself. Not that useful in polite company though she mused. Sheila ran her finger along the ridge of her left shoulder where he had marked her with his teeth that wonderful night. The wound was gone now but she could still see the mark when she looked in the mirror. It was her only reminder that it wasn't a dream; that he was real. The hunter stirred within his cave. He had been sleeping more since the woman had returned home, passing the time in oblivion. It was her he was thinking of as he opened his eyes but he dismissed the thought. She would not return for another few weeks, if at all. He ignored the part of him that considered that she may have run from him. He stretched and yawned and considered sleeping for another hour just so that the day did not loom in front of him like some endless chasm. As a show of bravado he sat up; determined not to be ruled by his desire for a woman. Though he did consider checking her cabin; as a courtesy of course. It was only right that he keep an eye on her vacant property if he was in the area. As soon as he left the cave he could sense the disturbance in the forest; to the south birds left their roosts flapping in alarm. Cocking his head he listened hard. With narrowed eyes he set out to find the intruder; still not daring to think that it may be his woman. He saw her only a half a mile from the cabin. She wore jeans and a vest top and carried a large rucksack of supplies. His loins tightened painfully at the knowledge whilst his heart soared. He followed her making not a sound in the undergrowth. Sheila was grateful to be able put the rucksack down as she unlocked the door to the cabin. It was here that she had sat and performed for her watcher, the memory raised colour in her cheeks and heat to her blood. She put the groceries away and carried her bag upstairs to her bedroom. She pulled off the sensible jeans and vest and rifled through her bag for her forest uniform; a shift dress over bare skin. The dress came to mid thigh and was soft and loose. With a smile she tied the bandana around her neck and tucked the carved wooden cock into her pocket. And now what? She wondered. They had met because he had been watching her. She had been able to signal her interest because he had been watching her but what should she do now? A noise downstairs startled her and her hand flew to her chest, it was the front door. Could it be? Sheila hurried from the room pulling the bandana to her eyes as she reached the top of the stairs. "Is that you?" She called out, her hand steadying her balance as she gripped the banister. She murmured a thousand pleas for it to be true. She raised her hand halfway to the blindfold when she felt a movement at her side. Her precarious position at the top of stairs stopped her from spinning round to find the source. A thickly muscled arm circled her waist and lifted her from her feet. Tears of relief welled in her shrouded eyes as she was carried back to the bedroom. She cried out as she dropped to the bed bouncing once before lying still. She moaned softly as her knees were pushed apart and her dress was lifted high enough to reveal her naked breasts. "I missed you." She gasped, "I missed you so much I had to come back." Without preamble the thick head of a cock was presented to the entrance of her cunt, Sheila arched upwards as it thrust deep within her pinning her to the mattress below them. Thick gloved fingers surrounded her breast as her stranger began to pound his body into hers. Sheila curled her legs around his waist, opening herself to him, clinging to him as she revelled in his confident possession of her body. She screamed her compliance until she bucked beneath him in satisfaction and felt him shudder inside her in response. His stubbled cheek rubbed the length of her jaw, gloved hands pinched and pulled at her hard dark nipples. Sheila arched upwards; pressing as much of her skin to him as she could manage. She heard the hiss of breath next to her ear, felt his impossibly soft tongue swipe the length of her neck, teasing and tasting her. Her breath shuddered from her lungs as desire flooded her senses. She tightened around him; her thighs squeezing his waist, her arms pulling across his back and her cunt gripped him like a fist as though she was unable to ever hold him close enough. The Hunter closed his eyes and revelled in the feel her possession of him; he held her pinned to the bed, his cock pounded into her soft moist flesh and she clung to him. She welcomed him; even as he pounded within her she called for more. She was murmuring to him with each long hard stroke he took. "Who are you?" Over and over like a mantra. As her muscles tightened over his flesh his control broke and he cried out as he spewed hot seed within her. It was not her name he called out in his passion but one word. "Mine." His voice was deep and rough; like gravel. It resonated from within his chest like a growl. The moment his hot cum hit her inner walls Sheila bucked and trembled beneath him in her own release. He held her to him, her short panting breaths like a caress against the sensitive skin that stretched over his neck. "Yes." She whispered; acknowledging his possession of her, nodding jerkily as her body trembled with the force of her orgasm. "Are you so sure?" He asked, leaning back to study her. His heart thudded sharply against his ribs even though he told himself that he had not decided if he should show himself to her. His body knew that he would. Before he could debate with himself he slipped a gloved finger beneath the blindfold and tugged it loose. Watching closely as her pale lashes fluttered open, he held himself over her as his cock softening within her. She opened her pale blue eyes and blinked slowly to adjust to the light in the room. Sheila blinked again to bring the image above her into focus. Her stranger was so beautiful; deeply tanned as though he had spent his life outdoors, his features were strong, his jaw, nose and chin. His lips were long and thin, held now in a tight line as he waited for her reaction. It was his eyes that captured her, they spoke of so many emotions all at once; desire kept them hooded and heavy and the deep chocolate brown of the irises showed her a deeper desire than mere lust but there was a wariness in them too, almost fear but not quite. "You are so beautiful." She sighed, running her hand through the long soft hair that framed his face. With a look of sadness he shook his head, she frowned at him wondering what he meant. He hesitated for only a fraction and then braced his weight on one arm as he brought the other to his face. Taking one gloved finger between his teeth he tugged at the soft leather revealing the hand inside. Strong thick fingers flexed in front of her eyes, it was not the flesh that caught her attention but the nails, or rather the extended claws at the ends of each finger. Short thick claws like those of a dog tapered from each finger, Sheila blinked in surprise but did not gasp. Her stranger had always worn gloves when he touched her and now she knew why. Sheila gazed up at his wary expression and smiled at him; she didn't understand what he expected of her but he had made her feel in ways that no one else could. Those unusual fingers had brought her much pleasure in the short time she had spent with him. Slowly she raised her head and opened her lips to take a finger into her mouth. His eyes darkened with desire even as they flickered with surprise. She watched him, still sucking his clawed finger, Sheila gasped as his hand flexed and tightened above her, as those the bones shifted beneath the skin. "Do you know what I am?" He asked cautiously, his voice as neutral as he could make it. When she shook her head he pulled his finger from her lips. "I am the Hunter, the wolf." Sheila tried to process the information, "Will I be one too?" She asked quietly. The Hunter shook his head, "I inherited this ... condition; I cannot pass it to you." She knew she should be afraid, knew that she should feel fear but with his body still pressed hard against her, his cock still inside her and his seed seeping from within her she knew that she was only afraid that he would leave her. She ran a hand over the column of his throat, stroked him until her hand cupped the back of his neck. "This is why you gave me the blindfold." Closing his eyes and sinking into her touch he nodded, still braced for the rush of fear he expected from her. "In the throes of passion I cannot always control the beast." He spoke so quietly and his voice was so deep that she had to struggle to hear him. "I make you lose control?" Sheila smiled deeply as she spoke, his answering nod was barely even a movement, she felt it only because she stroked the muscles in his neck. The confession thrilled her; the knowledge of this unknown power caused a trill of laughter to spill from her. At the sound of it he snapped his eyes back to hers. "This does not scare you?" He asked with disbelief. "Am I in danger?" She spoke softly as a smile curved her lips. The hunter shook his head once, his eyes not leaving hers. She drew herself up so that she could place her lips to his, she stopped just a breath from him. "You said I was yours; did you mean it?" "Is that what you want?" She felt the words on her lips rather than heard them. "Oh yes." She gasped and pressed forward to complete the kiss. She sighed against the soft touch of his lips and flicked her tongue against his teeth. His admission made her feel bold, wanton even and she pushed her tongue deeply into his mouth, running it along the edge of his teeth. His own tongue stroked softly against hers until he plunged into her mouth, cupping the back of her head and holding her to him as his cock began to harden inside her wet cunt. Sheila opened her eyes wide at the sensation, sighing as his tongue probed her mouth in a mirror to the action of his cock. The Hunter sank into his woman, he burrowed his thick hard cock deeply into her warmth as his tongue tasted the heat of her mouth. He felt her insides slick with his seed, tasted her desire on her tongue and shuddered within her arms as they stroked at his taut muscles. She was his; she was not afraid, she was more than he had ever dared to hope for. He pulled out of her and flipped her to her stomach making her gasp at the ease with which he did so. He pulled her up so that she knelt on the bed before him then he straddled her thighs and plunged himself back inside her. The depth and ferocity of the penetration ripped a scream of sheer passion from her lips. He gripped one breast hard, allowing his thick claws to press deeply into the flesh, not breaking the skin but a firm reminder that he was not fully human. He growled with desire as he felt her gasp and press back against him. He flicked a claw over her tightly formed nipple until she began to writhe beneath him., When he sensed the tension within her, heard the shallow breathing signalling her oncoming orgasm he withdrew almost completely only to slowly force his way back inside until he was fully sheathed and pushing against her boundaries, then he slowly he repeated the process again and again until she was shuddering uncontrollably; completely overtaken by the force of her desire. The feel of her surrender to him spurred him further, he leant back holding her in place by his touch on her hips. He watched his claws press into her soft flesh, felt her spasm around his cock and smelled the mixture of their juices running from her and he could feel the beast within him rising closer to the surface. With the beast rising he was unable to control the finesse of his movements. Instead of coaxing the pleasure from her he could only demand his own satisfaction. He placed his face to her neck, drawing deeply to test her skin for the taste of fear. When he could smell only her intense desire he let loose the reins of his control. With one arm wrapped tightly across her belly he thrust deeply inside her, he bucked within her in short hard stabs. Revelling in the confines of her walls as he pushed against them, pounded within them until his cock swelled and burst within her. As he threw his head back and roared his climax he heard her scream and shudder as he sprayed hot cum within her. When his beast slipped back inside him he looked down to see that he had pulled her off her knees, his one arm held her to him as his cock continued twitch inside her. He knew a moment of true panic as she lay limply against him, her head resting on the bedclothes her arms loosely at her side before she gave a long low sigh of satisfaction and turned her face to the side allowing him to see the wide smile on her lips. A Hunter Watches Ch. 05 The Hunter had captured Sheila's heart even when she found out that the wolf lurked within him; she embraced them both. Sheila woke alone in her rumpled bed in the cabin. She had made the long trek to store yesterday and used the phone to call work. She would not be going back, ever. A week with Hunter and she knew she could never return to her old life. Hunter had left her late last night to feed, the hunger within him loosened his control and her limbs ached from her exertions. Each ache was a reminder of how intensely he had loved her and her intense satisfaction kept a smile on her lips. She had smiled a lot this last week. Just thinking about him made her want him, her mouth watered for him; she wondered where he was. He had not left her side for long over the last week; merely a few hours occasionally so that could hunt and feed. Though he would have meals with her the beast within him demanded fresh meat two or three times a week; a rabbit or small deer. A few times when she had been alone she had heard the sharp cry of an animal and wondered if it were him. Her love for him made it easy for her to accept these bizarre anomalies. She stretched her arms, smiling once more at the ache in her shoulders, and rolled out of bed to find her man. Lupus was his name, his given name, but he called himself Hunter and she liked the sound of it so she used it too. Sheila used the bathroom, brushed her teeth and pulled on a short loose dress over her naked body, the soft cotton rubbing against her nipples as she walked through the cabin. The cabin was empty; Sheila stood in the silent kitchen and wondered what to do. Worry nagged at her insides; what if he was hurt somewhere? Once she thought it the fear grew inside her. After another half an hour of waiting and pacing Sheila decided to go look for him, she simply couldn't bear to passively wait any longer. She threw open the front door and was about to dash down the stairs only to see him standing at the bottom of the flight dressed in only cut off combat trousers and looking up at her with surprise. With a cry Sheila launched herself at him; something she would never have dared to do with any other man. Hunter's ability to shift forms made him far stronger than ordinary men. Indeed he caught her with ease and Sheila wrapped her arms and legs around him, burying her face into his neck. Within moments of being held in the security of his arms Sheila felt silly for having allowed herself to become so worried about him; he was Hunter, what could possibly happen to him? She pulled back and blushed as she looked up at him. "Sorry, I got worried." She murmured. "I'm sorry I worried you but it was a wonderful welcome." His rich deep voice sent shivers along her skin, he tightened his arms around her waist, she was still wrapped around him. Sheila leaned back in his arms to study him; confident that he would not drop her. When she was sure he was unmarked she smiled broadly and curled her arms tightly over his shoulders, leaning in to kiss his lips. She crushed her mouth to his, running her tongue along the sharp edges of his teeth, with a sharp intake of breath Hunter curled his hand to cup the back of her head and met her tongue with his. Sheila ran her hands along his neck until she held his face in them, she moaned deeply as his tongue tasted the inside of her cheek. Sheila pressed her centre to his bare stomach and rubbed herself against him, enjoying the feel of his chest hair prickle against her breasts through the thin material of her dress. Hunter slid his hands along her thighs bring them to rest at her bottom, cupping and squeezing them in his large hands. With a growl of desire Sheila slid her legs to the ground, stroking the length of his legs with the soles of each foot. Still clutching his head to keep his lips bonded to hers she took a step backwards pulling him with her. When she felt the edge of the steps at her ankles she deepened the kiss and nudged him with her hips to force him to turn around. When she had backed him up to the step she began to slide down his body, lips still locked forcing him to lower himself to the step with her or break the kiss. Once he sat down Sheila gave a triumphant laugh and climbed onto his lap, instinctively settling herself over his hardened cock. She rocked slowly, sending tingles through her body as she stroked herself against the hard ridge of him. She could hear the approving noises he made in his throat and pressed harder to him, leaning into him until he lay back fully with her stretched along the length of his body. When he was prone she slithered down his body her eyes watching his as she unsnapped his shorts. Hunter watched her with aroused amusement. Her eyes glittered with desire as she tugged on his zip exposing his hardened cock. She never failed to steal his breath; the way she reacted to him. He gasped at the sensation of her tongue lapping at his cock as she spread open his shorts, small firm licks marked her slow, slow progress. As she lapped and kissed her way to the mushroom shaped head she tugged the shorts from him; never moving her mouth from him. Sheila stole all control from him as she ran her tongue across the head of his cock; sighing at the taste of his pre-cum. His breathing shuddered and he could feel the beast rise within him. He had just returned from hunting; his control should be stronger than this but Sheila robbed him of it; more than that she revelled in his lack. Never had he been so free with a woman before; he had hidden himself from Sheila at first but her acceptance of his beast was so complete he could only wonder at the time he had wasted. He watched her triumphant expression as his eyes turned from human to wolf. He knew without looking that the whites had been swallowed up by the dark chestnut colour irises. He dragged his clawed fingers across the wooden step, gouging deep trails into the old wood as he struggled for control. It was not his beast he struggled with but the need for release now as Sheila closed her mouth over his cock and began to suckle him. The slow insistent heat of her mouth, her own unsteady breathing that ruffled the tightly curled hair at the base of his length and the irregular flick of her tongue combined in a maelstrom of sensation that made his chest heave with each panted breath. He opened eyes he hadn't known he had closed as he felt her shift her weight; he looked into her hooded eyes as she pressed him further inside until he could feel the head of his cock rubbing the back of her throat. The intensity made him shudder and the sight she presented had him gasping. He stroked the back of her throat and still she bore down on him; it was a game she enjoyed. Each time she took him into her mouth she would try to take more of him than before; he gazed down the length of his body to see only an inch of his cock unsheathed, feeling the convulsions of her throat as she swallowed repeatedly to keep from gagging stole the last reserves of his control and he sprayed his heated seed into the depths of her throat. He let loose a ferocious snarl as he bucked beneath her; amazed as always at the tremendous shift in his fortune to have found this astounding woman. Sheila held the twitching cock deep within her mouth, stroking the velvet skin with her tongue to coax the last drops of salty cum from it. The musty smell of his desire and the thick viscous taste of him chased away all thoughts from her mind. Sheila ran her tongue over him one last time before raising herself up to gaze down on his wolf eyes. It made her heart trip in her chest to see the sated expression in those animal eyes. Lupus was a werewolf, a shapeshifter, his control was superb except during the throes of passion. The only parts of him that marked his true nature were his clawed hands. When they had first met he had worn gloves so that he could touch her and not reveal his secret. He had also made her wear a blindfold so that if his control slipped she would not be scared by his beast but it was that beast within that she measured herself by. In passion his control slipped and his beast rose closer to the surface; the more his inner beast showed the better the sex. Sort of like a supernatural ten in ice skating. The furthest she had pushed him so far was when he grew paws and a muzzle but that had been on the night of a full moon and he had been late to feed; but it still counted as an 8.5 to her. There was a lot to remember when your lover was a werewolf; apparently if he hadn't been a hereditary werewolf then he would have passed the condition on to her by now and Sheila was unsure as to whether she was saddened or relieved by that. She had never had reason to question her humanity before but it was that very fact that separated Hunter from her. He needed to change form every few days, he didn't need to hunt animals in the forest but the fact that he did gave him yet more control. It was the animal nature within him that he called his 'beast' and he had the ability to turn into a full wolf or a man wolf, this was a half wolf -- half human form. Hunter said that the full wolf was less predictable towards her but he was more secretive about the man wolf side of himself as he felt even less human in that form. Sheila had tried to explain that she was comfortable with any and all of his forms; preferring to wake next to his man wolf than to an empty bed but Hunter was hard to convince on that front. Looking down into his warm brown eyes she smiled down at him lovingly; just how had she got this lucky? She leant down to his face and licked the corner of his mouth; a wolf's gesture of submission. He grinned back at her and shook his head. "You can't submit only seconds after you have over powered me." He laughed, his voice still a rumbling growl. "You could have stopped me any time you wanted." She sighed and ran a finger over the hair on his chest. "I was holding out until I wanted to stop you." He let out a long breath; watching her with hooded eyes. "About another forty years or so." "You won't want me when I am sixty four?" She pouted at him forlornly until she could hold the face no longer and burst out laughing. Hunter grinned and then looked solemn; reminding her that the joke was not all that funny. When she was sixty four he would only look forty; werewolves age much slower than humans. Sheila's smile slid from her face as she realised just what she had said. "There are other werewolves that I can catch it from." She murmured, it was a repeat of a statement she had made since she first found out he was wolf. Hunter sighed and raised himself onto his elbows watching her solemnly. "It's too dangerous." He said quietly. "It would be worth it." She hissed. "Would it?" He looked up at her searchingly as though trying to reading something inside her, behind her expression. Sheila narrowed her eyes, "You know something. You've found one haven't you." Hunter looked away but Sheila straddled him and put her face in front of his, still not meeting her eyes he gave a brief nod. Sheila sat bolt upright, her heart thudding sharply in her chest. Hunter had refused when she had asked him to find another wolf but he must have looked in secret, for her. "It's too dangerous." Hunter said calmly, still not looking her in the eye. Sheila wriggled until she was pressed against his cock, she pulled her dress over her head and dropped it to the ground. She lowered herself until she lay pressed to his body. "We could consider it." She urged. Hunter shook his head resolutely. Sheila dabbed her tongue at the corner of his mouth once more. "Please." She drew the word out over many syllables, smiling as she did so. "You would use your body to change my mind?" Hunter frowned down at her. "No; I want you to use my body to change your mind." Sheila couldn't help but laugh at the shocked expression on his face. Hunter hardened immediately; Sheila's boldness stole his breath away. He searched her face for a moment before he closed his eyes and sank into the sensation of her moist folds pressing against his thick cock. The feel of her juices coating him, readying him to push into her. His breathing was already ragged when, with a slight movement of his hips, he slid inside her warmth. Hunter moaned at the sensation, a sound from deep in his chest, she was so wet, so ready; for him. He thought about the other wolf he had met, Ash, and thought about the man's offer. Hunter appeared reluctant for Sheila to change because he refused to sway her decision. He wanted nothing more than to be able to spend the rest of his days, not just her short years, beside her. Well; beside, inside, over and under her really but it was not his decision to make. All reasoning left him as Sheila ground herself against him hard, her hands were pressed to his chest for leverage as she rotated her hips. The shifting pressure around his cock made him twitch within her making her gasp in delight. He repeated the action deliberately a second time enjoying the way Sheila stopped still, her eyes wide and glazed looking. "I thought you wanted me to use your body?" he growled. Sheila gave a mild squeak as Hunter lifted her from him. He slipped from beneath her to behind her, a flat hand on her spine guiding her body down. She stood before him with her bottom thrust out and her head and hands pressed flat to a higher step. He thrust deep almost before she was braced making her stagger against the steps. Once she was stable she pushed back against him, Hunter ploughed deep inside making her cry out as his cock filled her. A cool breeze blew across his bare skin, cold over his thighs which were wet from Sheila's juices. Hunter paused for just a fraction and gazed into the dense undergrowth only a stones throw from when they stood. He could smell wolf and knew that Ash was watching them, Hunter narrowed his eyes in the direction of the trespassing wolf and thrust once more as though staking his claim on the woman below him. Sheila moaned appreciatively at the firm stroke of his cock and the smell of her desire overwhelmed his senses once more. On the air Hunter could smell the other wolf's arousal, knew the effect that watching Sheila had had on him and it convinced Hunter that Ash was not a threat so he allowed himself to focus once more on Sheila's body and bringing her to satisfaction. He stroked his hands along her ribs until his hands cupped her full breasts, weighing them as they swayed to the rhythm of their bodies colliding. The feel of his claws scraping the sensitive tips of her nipples was enough to make Sheila buck hard beneath him. Hunter couldn't help allowing himself a smug smile; Sheila was a very vocal bed partner. A previous boyfriend had made her embarrassed about it but Hunter couldn't get enough of her sex talk. She became very, very positive the closer she got to orgasm and right now with her hot wet cunt clenching him like a fist she was calling all manner of glories on him and his cock. Hunter gripped her hips tightly, holding her still as orgasm coursed through her body. He made small shallow movements with his hips, tickling her walls and sending fresh contractions thundering through her. Sheila gave a satisfied moan, her breath still forming in heavy pants in her chest. She rolled her head back to gaze at Hunter from the corner of her eyes and grinned at him. She felt his hard cock flex within her and she had to cry out at the million sensations that fluttered though her. Her legs felt so weak she crumpled to her knees still clinging to the open steps with her fingers so that she looked as though she were bowing beneath him. Instinctively she mover her knees wider apart to allow him even further access to her body. Sheila had barely caught her breath when she felt Hunter to begin moving within her once more. She gave a sigh of anticipation as his movements grew stronger, he lowered his body so that his chest covered her back and he curled his arms around her belly. He pulled her tightly to him, placing his mouth to her ear; she could feel his breath hot against her neck. When his tongue flicked out and teased the lobe Sheila closed her eyes and let herself revel in the myriad of sensations flooding her body. She could feel her own juices trailing her thighs, she could feel the thick hardness of his cock stretching her opening and she could feel every inch of his body that pressed against her flesh. He surrounded her and filled her and when he held like this she knew that she loved him with every fibre of her being. The growl that rumbled through his body into hers made her shudder with anticipation; it was a signal that his control was slipping. Sheila thrilled with the knowledge, she arched upwards against him as his hands clenched tightly around her breasts possessively. She could feel the claws at the end of each finger digging into her soft flesh felt him pull away from her just enough to pull his cock back until it barely grazed her entrance. He held himself very still, the fat head of his cock brushing every nerve ending of her folds. The tension of that pose ate at Sheila's control and she began to coax to him move again, murmuring, pleading and begging. The hands on her breasts held her so firmly that she could not thrust back against him and end the waiting herself. Claws played over her nipples, dragging the puckered flesh until they flicked back to their attention position only to be captured under that curved nail once more. Suddenly he pinched both nipples between each thumb and forefinger, Sheila cried out as both nipples were pulled taut and then twisted sharply. Again and again he repeated the action until her juices flowed over his cock and the scent of her desire nearly overwhelmed him. Just when Sheila thought he would make her come by his touch on her breasts alone Hunter rammed his cock deep into her cunt; all but lifting her from her knees. Raising her head she saw his hands gripping the step beside her own white knuckled grip. Shifting her gaze sideways she watched the short soft fur covering the skin of his forearms. Sheila instinctively began to call out her encouragement once more, she wanted him to fuck her, to split her in two with his long fat cock and cum all over her. She felt Hunter shudder as he fought for control and then he began to pound his flesh into her, the angle such that she thought he might pierce through her. She gripped the step to stop herself from falling on her face. Hunter bit down on her shoulder and Sheila threw her head back in passion. She could feel his control slipping and only her deep trust stopped her from trying to crawl out from under him. His cock had grown harder with the depth of his desire and he hammered his length into her again and again until Sheila could only grunt and gasp at the strength of him. Her ability to speak lost in the power of his body over hers. Hunter's feral growl made her open her eyes a second before she felt the shudder run through him as he sprayed his hot cum deep inside her, the feel of those hot jets triggered her body to clench around him. Her cunt contracted as though trying to suck more seed from his cock as he ground against her. "Oh my God; you are amazing." She sighed, rolling over to look up him. Her eyes widened as she looked up his black haired muzzle. His face barely recognisable; he wore a full wolf's muzzle, pointed wolf ears and his eyes showed no whites. "Jesus, looks like we scored a ten." She said with a half laugh. "Twelve." He hissed. Shifting his body slightly he turned to reveal a curled black tail sprouting from just above his buttocks. Sheila laughed with her delight as it wagged. A Hunter Watches Ch. 06 Sheila had found her lover in the woods. Once an erotic stranger now he was hers. She loved him, all of him, including the beast that lurked inside him. Her love was deep enough that she wanted to join him. Forever. Sheila stood in the shower and let the powerful spray beat against her skin. Her body held the joyful ache of the recently loved. It felt as though every muscle in her body sang out to her as she rinsed the shampoo from her hair. It was her mind that sang the loudest; he had found someone. Hunter, her half wolf lover, had found another wolf capable of changing her. Hunter was a werewolf, but a hereditary one. It meant that his bite or scratch was not contagious. A changeling, or made-werewolf, could spread the ability much like a disease. One that she wanted to catch. If Sheila did not join Hunter as a wolf then their time together would be limited by her own short life span. Though only in her twenties her remaining time seemed so much shorter than what was possible. A werewolf aged so much slower than a human. There was the risk that the change would kill her. Hunter had seemed unwilling for her to take that risk; yet he had found her another wolf. Sheila closed her eyes to the excitement coursing through her system. She shivered in surprise as strong hands curled across her belly and she leant back against the long hard body of her lover. Less than a half hour ago they had made spine-tingling love on the steps to her cabin. Already she could feel desire for him thickening her blood once more. She sighed deliciously and rolled her head back to rest on his chest. "Tell me about the wolf." She said quietly. Allowing the water and the safety of his arms to calm her nerves. "His name is Ash." Hunter bent low and rubbed his chin on her shoulder. It was an unconscious habit and showed that he was thinking deeply about something. Sheila loved the feel of it because it felt like she was being scent marked. "He followed me." Sheila took a few moments to digest the weight of his words. If this other wolf had followed Hunter then he must be nearby. "Oh." She gasped. Sheila blushed deeply so that the whole of her body seemed to heat. He must have seen them. Just for a second she could picture the two of them, herself and Hunter. Her body bent low before him as he reamed his magnificent body into her. Her embarrassment was short-lived as she felt the heat of a different kind rise within her. Hunter rubbed his chin over her shoulder, he could smell her arousal. His body reacted automatically to her scent. "It doesn't bother you?" He asked quietly. "No." She turned in his arms and laid her face into his chest, hiding herself from him. "You watched me. I really liked that; even when I didn't know that I liked you." Hunter felt a tremor run through the entire length of his body. He stroked a finger along her spine, slowly rubbing each vertebra, as he remembered watching her. The very first time Hunter had seen her she had been taking a shower beneath the waterfall directly in front of his cave. He had stayed crouched and mesmerised at the sight of her. Watching her as she dropped to her knees in the shallow stream and touched her wondrous body. The memory was still strong enough to make his mouth water. Her dress had turned invisible beneath the pounding water, giving him a clear view of her darkened nipples and the triangle of hair at her apex. It was the sight of her on her knees desperately plunging her fingers into her core that had undone him. He remembered the torment of not being able to taste her scent through all that cold clear water. He hadn't been watching for her when he all but stumbled on her only a few days later. Hunter had been new to the forest; he had noticed the solitary cabin years before on a hunting trip. His father had taken him hunting several times a year once it became apparent that his son carried the beast within him. He had taught him how check a territory for signs of other were-animals; the difference in scent between hereditaries and changelings. They had passed right by that cabin, Sheila's cabin, and they had found the cave that day also. Hunter had been walking that same path, remembering his father, when he caught the flash of gold from Sheila's hair. He had realised then that it was his water nymph from the other day; after all what were the odds of there being two sensuous beauties running around his woods? Instinct had him sheltering out of sight but it was desire that had held him there. Sheila had been leaning back against one of the many large trees in the small clearing. Having finished eating she put the used wrapper into the pocket of her dress and settled back against the large trunk, it must have been early autumn because she was curling her bare toes in a layer of dried leaves. He could still hear the crunch and hiss of them, see the dark mulch between her toes as she stretched and flexed them. The image was so sensuous, so innocent but certainly not child like. Her dress should have been modest, nearly reaching her knees, but the action of playing with the leaves had caused it to ride up to her thighs. That glimpse of pale golden thigh led his eye further to her breasts, the soft fall of them puckered against the moving fabric. She had not been wearing any underwear. He had watched breathless at the soft half smile on her face, her thoughts obviously drifting to some memory or fantasy. Hunter had acknowledged the fact that he should leave but he was compelled to stay and watch. He tasted her scent, committing it to memory. He felt the very moment that her desire sparked; the fresh musky notes of arousal that he would never had spotted without his heightened senses. Sheila had begun to squeeze her thighs together as she continued to move her feet in the mulch. The action had brought a soft moan from her lips; the sound alone was enough to make Hunter stroke his hand down his hardened shaft. Very slowly she had curled her hand beneath the hem of her dress from the movements of the fabric Hunter could tell that she traced the line of her slit. Her other hand lifted to trail the outline of one perfectly taut nipple, as she nudged the hardened centre her body slid softly down the tree trunk until she sprawled before him. A soft boneless pool of arousal. He watched as her knees parted, he caught a glimpse of her wet cunt before her finger pushed inside. The sight of that digit slowly disappearing into her partly exposed sex and reappearing slicked and shiny with her juices made Hunter clutch tightly at his shaft through his trousers. Sheila's fingers pinched and tugged at her nipple through the dress making it stand to attention. All the while she slid that long delicate finger deeply into her folds. She added another finger and the sight had almost brought Hunter to his knees. Her hand moved faster now, her breathing heightened, lips parted as she gave herself over to sheer sensual instinct. He could see the pulse in her neck jumping as her heated blood pumped through her veins. Watched as her breasts strained at the material of her dress with each intake of breath. She pushed a hand into one of her pockets and pulled out a half filled water bottle and Hunter's breath had shuddered as he saw her lower it between her thighs. She had pressed the capped top to her core, arching her back as it penetrated her hot wet cunt. "Sheila?" The girl had physically jumped at the call that came from her mother. She froze in panic for a moment before replying in a shaky voice. With an embarrassed hiss she sat up straight, arranged her clothing and then hurried back to the cabin for dinner. Sheila studied Hunter's preoccupied expression. "Does it upset you?" She asked quietly. "That he watched or that you like that he watched?" He looked down at her with a gaze so piercing that she squirmed physically. Hunter reacted to the shiver of her body and it took a moment for him to understand her discomfort. He reached across her and turned off the shower; the hot water was running out and nobody enjoys a shared cold shower. He wrapped a large towel around her shoulders and took another for himself. He had scrubbed his skin mostly dry before realising that Sheila still stood as she had been. Hunter folded her towel tightly around her body and pulled her into his arms. He dragged his hands up and down her back to warm her. Even though he knew that it was not the cold that had made her withdrawn. "I am not upset by your sensual nature; it is what drew me to you in the first place." He felt her body soften against his own once, the tension draining from her. "I worry about the risks to you if Ash gives you the wolf and I worry about his price for doing that. Please be assured that I love the way you enjoy your body." "You're not angry with me?" She asked quickly searching his face for signs of disapproval. Hunter laughed, a rich deep sound that boomed through the tiled bathroom. He rubbed her hair with his towel and then tossed it on the floor. He picked her up, still wrapped in the large towel so that she was trapped within his arms and carried her through to the bedroom. Sheila frowned in her confusion, unable to keep up with the fast flicker of his emotions. He sat down on the edge of the bed with her held on his lap with arms tightly to her and nuzzled into her neck. "You cannot make me angry, woman of mine." He laughed softly against her skin. His possessive words sent a tremor of delight through her body. "I watched you for a long time." He pulled open the towel baring her body in the circle of his arms. "I watched you explore your own body and I watched you give it to another man." Sheila gave a hiss of shock. "You saw me with Mark?" She had only brought her ex to the cabin twice; he had hated it. Hunter nodded, Sheila could feel the movement against her skin. "I didn't know you were there. I'm sorry." Just the thought of him watching her with Mark made her feel like she had been unfaithful, to Hunter. She couldn't see but felt his smile against her throat. "I think I should not have been watching." He gave another chuckle. "You were beautiful when I watched you touch yourself for your own pleasure but you were even more so when you touched yourself for mine. Even now I cannot believe the change in fortune that has brought me to your bed." He lay down on the bed pulling her with him and then he covered them both with the quilt. Sheila rolled onto her side to pull the damp towel from between them before wrapping herself tightly around him. "Tell me what's wrong Lupus." She said quietly her voice becoming shaky with fear, the mere fact that she Hunters' birth name proved her strong emotions. "Ash is a handsome man, my love. You enjoy the idea of him watching you; how would you enjoy fucking him?" Hunter held her fixed with his gaze. Sheila smiled with relief. "Would you like me to?" She asked. She considered the idea more fully; the idea of Hunter watching her beneath another man and she had difficulty catching her breath. Hunter could already hear her pulse race and her desire spark and he could barely contain his smile. She was the most amazingly sensual woman. He wished he had thought sooner to have another man share their bed. He would relish such a night had Ash not been extracting it from him as payment that was. "Are you sure you wish to share this curse my love?" Hunter said seriously. "How could you call it a curse if it keeps us together? Yes; I wish to share your gift." Sheila raised herself on her elbow and looked down at him with an expression of determination. "Then I will make the arrangements." Said Hunter with a slight nod. He pulled her back down and curled his body around her in readiness to sleep. A Hunter Watches Ch. 07 Sheila and Hunter have found one another. Sheila has found a man who treasures her sensual nature and Hunter has found a woman that loves him and his beast. They have found Ash, a changeling werewolf able to turn Sheila into a wolf too so that she and Hunter will never be parted. But can they afford the price he asks? * Hunter watched over Sheila as she slept. She lay curled tightly to his body as though afraid he would leave her. He smiled deeply at her sleeping form, that she would ever need to worry about him leaving her; it was simply too ridiculous. Stroking long clawed fingers along her spine he gazed out of the window. Just beyond the glass the forest moved and danced in the breeze. Hunter took a breath laden with the scents of the woods; full of leaf mulch and rich damp earth. And wolf. Narrowing is eyes he concentrated on the scent of wolf; he was nearby and likely to be able to see them. Sheila had begged to join Hunter as a werewolf but as a hereditary wolf he was unable to pass the condition to her. Despite the risks he had given in to her pleading and found one who possessed that ability; Ash, but the wolf wasn't going to give them his 'gift' for free. Hunter had initially refused but Ash had followed him back to Sheila's cabin. The idea of Sheila wanting somebody other of him sent his very soul into panic. Sheila loved him; she didn't want anyone but him and the idea of somebody touching her was not a threat to them. He had been aware of the depth of her sensuality before they had even met. Could he really watch her with Ash? He looked down at her as she shifted in her sleep, the feel of her skin moving against his aroused him painfully. Maybe the price for her change would be harder for Ash to pay than for either of them. After all he could wake up next to Sheila every day and Ash would only have a brief taste of paradise. Hunter moved one clawed hand to Sheila's naked breast. Even in sleep she responded quickly to his touch. Her large pink nipple puckered under the light touch. Sheila murmured in her sleep, her arm tightening across waist. Increasing the pressure Hunter dragged the edge of his claw over the taut peak and felt a wash of triumph as the scent of Sheila's arousal drugged his senses. Sheila stretched and sighed against him. Instinctively pressing her pussy to his thigh as she wrapped her leg between his. The feel of her juices on his skin made his breath tight in his chest. Hunter tightened his grip on the flesh of her breast, his claws dugs deep channels in her soft skin. Sheila's eyes fluttered open with a sigh. One look at him had her gasping at the naked desire in his eyes. She arched against him presenting her breasts for him and making him growl with lust. Throwing back the duvet hunter pushed her to her back, one breast still gripped tightly he lowered his mouth to the other. Opening his mouth wide he sucked on the soft flesh where her breast met her ribs. The skin so sensitive that Sheila cried out under the assault of teeth and tongue. The way she moved so swiftly from sleep to sensuality made Hunter's senses swim. Sheila wrapped her legs around him and stroked his thighs with the soles of her feet as she writhed under his attentions. Hunter ran the flat of his hand along her ribs, over the flatness of her belly until he could tangle his finger tips in the curled hairs of her core. Sheila bucked her hips begging him to touch her more deeply. The sound of her breath panting and the feel of her skin heating beneath him drew a moan from him that was all but a growl. With a glance towards the windows Hunter drew himself up over her. He lifted her by her bottom opening her to him then pushed her knees back. He held himself there to marvel at her hot liquid centre before lowering his face to her. Sheila screamed as he pierced her with his tongue. Again and again he stabbed her with the point of it. He flicked and lapped at her hot walls coaxing more and more juice from her until both his face and her thighs were coated. He licked her from arse to clit with the flat of his tongue over and over until he thought she may drown him in her musky moisture. Sheila threw her head from one side to another whimpering as her body contorted with passion. Hunter latched his mouth around her hard clit and began to suckle, flicking and stroking with his tongue, grazing her with his the edge of his teeth until Sheila was mindless. She wrapped her thighs across his shoulders pressing herself ever closer. Hunter shifted and without breaking his contact with her pulsing nub he plunged three fingers into her as deep as he could go. Sheila's upper body was wrenched from the mattress as she screamed at the sensation. Hunter began to fuck her hard with his fingers until they were slick with thick sticky wetness. He didn't stop, not even when she screamed with her orgasm. He pumped and pumped as she contracted around him, shuddering beneath him. The feel of those fingers inside her and the sensation of him suckling at her clit intensified her orgasm so greatly that she was torn between trying to pull away from the overwhelming fire he lit within and pushing herself ever closer. Her shudders had barely quietened when Hunter drew himself back to take in dishevelled state. Her hair was damp and knotted, her face flushed and her body was slick with sweat. With an expression of fierce possession he pressed the swollen head of his cock to her entrance. Sheila watched him intently as he raked her with his hot stare. He pushed her knees back to her shoulders and held them in place as he slowly pushed inside her. She gasped as a million nerve ending rippled at the feel of him. Instead of plunging deep into her as she expected he pulled back and repeated that initial penetration again and again until she feared she would go mad from it. Without warning he did plunge. Her cunt was hot and tight but so wet. He filled her with his hardness all the way to her cervix, his sack slapping against her bottom. He pulled back and slammed back inside and buried himself to the hilt. He watched her eyes roll as she contracted around him in orgasm. She clenched him so tightly it felt as though she were trying to expel him from her body. Hunter threw his head back and ground deeply into her revelling in her shocked gasps. When she went limp beneath him he pulled out and roughly tossed her onto her belly. He straddled he thighs and pressed himself to her tightly puckered hole. Sheila turned to look over her shoulder at him, her eyes glazed with desire. He nudged at the entrance to her tight hole he didn't move until he felt her give a deep moan of passion. Very slowly he pushed downwards and he watched that tiny pink star reluctantly give way to his cock. It stretched wider and wider as he relentlessly pushed into her. The thick coating of her juices eased his way somewhat but still he had to fight his way into her tightness. Sweat beaded his forehead as he struggled not to plunge himself into her. Sheila steadied her breathing so as not to tense up beneath him as her stretched her almost painfully wide. They had made love this way once before and she knew that it had felt like nothing else she had ever experienced so she lay still and waited for that first spark of dark desire. He had slowly forced nearly half his cock through her intensely tight passage, his cock pulsed strongly with the urge to start fucking in earnest. He heard her gasp and issue a deep moan as her body responded to his. She began to babble into the pillow, a habit she found embarrassing but he thought extremely arousing. He leaned his head closer to hear her better as she muttered her love for his cock and begged him for more. He let out a ragged breath, pulling out a little so that he could plunge himself into her. She gave a scream of desire as he pressed his crisp hairs to her abused hole. He ground himself inside her, twisting and circling his hips, pushing against her tightly muscled walls. He could feel her pushing back against as though trying to take him even deeper within her. It was all he needed to begin to fuck her narrowest passage. Sheila screamed and growled as he began to thrust. Pushing herself off the bed in offering begging and crying as her body was overwhelmed with the strange sensation of his cock filling her arse. It felt so good to have his cock gripped so very firmly he withdrew fully just so that he could bury himself within her in a single thrust. She babbled such sweet nonsense that he repeated the move until he felt his control begin to slip. He covered her, laying his stomach to her spine. Grinding himself against her as placed his mouth to the back of her neck. He licked the salt from her skin, nibbled at the tightly drawn skin of her neck and shoulders and he listened to her frantic murmurings. He bit down on the muscle of her shoulder and felt her begin to shudder with fresh climax. He could feel her womb contracting through the thin wall that separated him and he lost his control to the feel of her body holding him. Sheila gasped anew as she felt every spurt of his hot seed against her walls, her toes curled as wave after wave of orgasm rocked her body. She sighed under the delicious weight of him as he pressed her into the mattress, his semi hard cock still teasing her as it twitched within her body. Sheila moaned her disappointment as he pulled himself from her. "I'll crush you." He said with a smile. "But you feel so good." She whined smiling at him. Once he had rolled to his back she curled up against him, rubbing her face in his chest she inhaled the salty scent of satisfied man. "Mmm; that was a wonderful wake up call." She purred to him softly, shivering as aftershocks tingled through her. She looked up him to see him gazing out of the window. "What's up?" Hunter looked down at her and grinned happily. "From the smell I would say somebody else enjoyed that almost as much as we did." Sheila blushed and then laughed. "I forgot he was there, you can smell him?" Hunter nodded. * Ash had found the strong branch that Hunter had once used himself to watch Sheila in her bedroom. Twice Ash had nearly fallen the twenty foot drop to the ground as he watched the wolf with the human woman. His mouth watered for a taste of her. His cock was still hard from watching the pair of them even though he had already spilled his load once already. He could not wait until it was his cock pounding inside that tight arse. Soon, he thought to himself, very soon. A Hunter Watches Ch. 08 Hunter had watched Sheila for many years before he worked up the courage to risk her rejection. Sheila now has the opportunity to join her lover as a wolf changeling. She could live another one hundred years with her lover if she can survive the change and the man who can give that to her. It was a week before full moon and Ash watched as Hunter left the small cabin in the forest. The broad shouldered wolf had asked Ash if we would bestow his curse on Hunter's woman. Ash had laughed in his face when he had first heard the story. A woman so deeply in love she wished to join him in his cursed existence just for the extra years it would give them together? He had thought Hunter was telling him an elaborate tale to use him to revenge himself on some tart who had crossed him. The story had piqued his curiosity enough that Ash had followed the wolf home. He did indeed have a hot woman waiting for him at the small cabin. Ash had damn near drooled at the sight of her throwing herself into the arms of her man. He had only been gone a matter of hours and she treated him as though he had been away for months. The memory of her warm wanton greeting could still make him roll his eyes to back of his head. Ash had watched the pair of them for the last week. They were so deeply in love it hurt to see them. He wondered at the chance of a woman ever looking at him the way Sheila regarded Hunter. Ash gave a bitter laugh; he had been on the receiving end of a woman's lust turned to scorn. Life was fine when you light fire within their bodies, make them hot and tight and then turn limp in your arms. It was another story when they saw the first sign of his beast. To become a werewolf, or changeling, was to become physically stronger. To have enhanced senses. It was to live with a beast inside your own body. At times of heightened emotion or sensation that beast rose closer to the surface; even breaking through that surface occasionally. Ash had had more than one woman run screaming from his bed because his wolf had broken loose. Maybe just the eyes would run to amber and reflect a little in the dark. Or his claws would burst through his fingers, once his ears had shifted from being neatly at the side of head to furred points. He had learnt to take a woman deftly in the dark; not to linger over her pleasure since there was no gratitude to found in it. It had cut deep to watch Sheila take such profound pleasure in bringing forth her lover's beast. To actually see joy in the place of horror because she knew her lovemaking had driven him beyond his control. He had seen the lithe blonde proudly stroke her fingers along the sensitive seam of furry pointed ears whilst Hunter lay buried inside her. Ash had made his decision; he could watch no more. He would end this torment tonight. Once more Ash paced a short distance and back again. He had bargained with Hunter that they would meet in a few days and that Hunter would share his woman with Ash. He had spent the last week salivating over the promise of burying himself inside her. Simultaneously planning on how he would pleasure and punish her beautiful body. He had even thought to take her back with him but any fool could see that Sheila was devoted to her wolf. She was not tied to Hunter through the merest desire for a hot fuck. With a hiss of frustration Ash forced himself to walk up the wooden steps to the front door of the cabin. Sheila lay on the couch with her book. She rolled her neck to one side to ease the gentle ache there. She placed her book face down and open on her stomach; too distracted to read. Her lover was out hunting. He had left her to go and change forms and quench his blood lust in the darkness of the forest. It was the only time they were apart and Sheila missed him. She gave a smile when she thought of the changeling wolf that Hunter had found, his name was Ash and in exchange for sharing their bed he would gift Sheila with the ability to join with Hunter fully. Hunter's status as a hereditary wolf meant he could not create werewolves except to father them. Sheila turned her head towards the window at a sound from outside. A glance at the clock told her that it was too soon for Hunter's return. She wondered if he prowled outside their cabin and toyed with the idea of looking for him. Sheila gave a sigh; she had made a promise to Hunter that she would not leave the cabin without him whilst Ash was in his territory. Abandoning her book Sheila decided to fetch her self a glass of wine. She gave a stretch and smiled as her aching muscles protested the movement. Slowly she moved from the sofa, smoothing down her dress as she rose. The autumn air was chill in the cabin, she wore only a sleeveless white shift dress since she had planned to light a fire for the dark evening alone. She looked at the fireplace but couldn't raise the interest to light the fire; it seemed like a waste without Hunter to share it with. Pulling a shawl from the back of the sofa she wrapped it around her shoulders to warm of the cold. As she turned she caught sight of a movement through the door pane. Frowning Sheila closed the distance. There was only one lamp lit in the room but it threw its glare on the glass and she could only see herself reflected. Sheila pulled open the door. She gave yip of surprise and stepped back. The tall man before her started and looked back at her with an equally stunned expression. To Sheila's surprise the man turned and hurried down the steps. As he passed through the small strip of light from the window Sheila caught a glimpse of dark gold hair. "Wait." She called. "Ash? Is that you?" The man stopped two steps from the bottom and half turned towards her. His face so wary that she could almost believe he was afraid of her. "Please wait. You are Ash aren't you?" Sheila spoke softly not wishing to startle him any further. He turned fully towards her, one hand on the rail. Very slowly he raised his pale eyes to meet hers. He nodded his answer but didn't move. "Won't you come in?" Sheila licked her lips nervously. Hunter had worried for her safety with this new wolf nearby and she was asking him into their home when Hunter was away. This man before her may well be a wolf underneath his battered jeans and t-shirt but he still seemed more afraid of her than she of him. Ash hesitated before slowly retracing his path up the steps. He cursed himself for not leaving sooner. He took a calming breath and reminded himself of what he came to say. Resolute he walked towards the wolf's woman. As Sheila closed the door behind them she waved a hand towards the plump sofa for him to sit. "I was getting a glass of wine, would you like one?" She watched the young man perch at the very corner of the sofa and wondered at the disparity between him and the devilish wolf that Hunter had described. "Please." She smiled as she walked around the breakfast bar and into the kitchen. He was a handsome man of about twenty she reasoned. He was tall and slim, not yet filling out those broad shoulders. His face was still boyish, slightly plump in the cheeks and soft around the jaw line. She fetched two glasses of rich red wine and set them on the coffee table. As an after thought she moved to the fireplace, making a few needless adjustments to the wood piled there in readiness; she finally set a match to the paper. She stayed on her knees watching the tentative flame catch to the kindling. Sheila stood up and returned to the sofa, she smiled softly at Ash as she moved. When she sat she reached for his hand. "I wanted to say thank you. For your kind offer." Ash frowned at her in confusion. His 'kind offer' has consisted of him saying to Hunter that if he wanted him to pass on the disease in his blood then he wanted to 'fuck his bitch six ways to Sunday'. Obviously the other wolf had only given her a vague translation. "You really want to be ... like us?" He asked. "Very much, yes." She smiled more broadly. "Do you think it so terrible?" "Yes I do. Do you know how you'll be forced to live if you change?" He leant towards her his face a picture of confusion. Sheila blinked at the question but Ash waved any words away. "You will be forced to change into an animal, to hunt smaller helpless animals, to eat them. If you don't do it, if you resist, then you will have to risk changing against your will and attacking and maybe killing a person." Ash grimaced with disgust. Sheila gripped his hand tightly and it shook beneath her grasp. His skin was so cool she began to rub her other hand over his knuckles to warm him. She nodded at his words, she did know what to expect. "After a while you don't even care about the animals that you hunt. You enjoy their fear; it excites you. Enjoy the feel of its struggle as you sink your teeth into its flesh." Ash turned his face away but not before she caught sight of his disgusted sneer. "Ash that is what wolves do. I know it isn't going to be soft and fluffy; heaven knows that is not why I want to do this." She smiled warmly at him. "I want to be with Hunter for as long as I possibly can. If I don't do this then I will be forced to watch myself age whilst Hunter does not. He will still be young and strong when I am old and feeble, then I will die and he will be alone again." Ash had been ready to make a sneering remark about her vanity before she finished but it stuck in his throat. She didn't want her wolf to be alone, again. To witness the depth of her love would surely be a delight if you had any hope of finding something similar for yourself. But he didn't and the sight made him ache for what might have been. He blinked, she was moving that lush mouth of hers again, and he struggled to catch her words. "I know that nobody would really choose this life if they didn't have to but I do have to. I'm sorry that it hurts you to live like this." Ash snorted derisively. He wanted to tell her about hurt; to see her face as she saw all that he had lost. Almost as much as she would gain with the same curse. Anger flared inside him and he could taste the need to cause her pain. It was as thick as heart blood and it was so strong that he could almost choke on it. One glance at her open honest face and he knew that he couldn't do it. "I have to go." He said abruptly yanking his hand from between hers. His skin felt so much colder as the air brushed at the heat she created. "Ash wait." He turned and saw the panic on her face. "You really would sacrifice your own humanity for him." There was such a sense of power from having what she wanted so badly. Before he became wolf he never would have pictured what he could now. He wanted to command her to her knees and suck him and once her throat was raw with taste of him he would force her to bow before him so that his wolf could fuck too. The images so clear in his mind that he trembled with the effort to remain still. He could see so clearly how she would look up at him from her knees begging him to scratch her so that she could keep her beloved wolf. She would take every inch of his meat into her throat and she would thank him for it. Ash shook his head; as disgusted as he was at the part of himself that could wish for such a scene his body had already begun to respond. Blood coursed through his body raising his cock to painful proportions. Sheila was kneeling on the sofa leaning against its back as she reached out to him. Her arm was bent and Ash could not tell if she had just begun to reach for him or if the look on his face had made her begin to pull back. He lifted his hand to grasp her outstretched one. The front door crashed open. It cracked once more as the wood hit the wall. A black blur of frenzied rage flew from the doorway to the centre of Ash's chest. His fingers were wrenched from Sheila grasp as he was knocked to the floor. His head bouncing twice on the wooden floor. Blinking hard he fought to bring his vision into focus. Standing over him was the biggest blackest wolf he had ever seen. Its whole muzzle curled back in a snarl. The growl rumbled so deeply that Ash could feel the vibration of it in the floorboards. He could see every tooth in that long wide jaw and he flinched as saliva dripped on to his chest. Sheila fell over the back of the sofa in her rush to help Ash. She landed on her shoulder and hip with pain sharp enough to take her breath. She had to get between them before Hunter hurt him. Without thinking she half-crawled half-lunged at Ash, placing her head at his throat blocking Hunter's aim. The black wolf snarled as her nose touched his. Sheila recognised those deep chestnut eyes; the very eyes of her lover when lost in lust. Taking a calming breath she nuzzled her cheek along the length of those terrible teeth. The wolf sat down abruptly as though in surprise. Sheila wrapped her arms around Hunter's huge neck and hugged him. Her hands clutched at the loose folds burying her fingers deep into luxurious fur. With one last smile for him she turned to face Ash offering her hand to help him up from his back. "I'm very sorry." Ash scooted backwards away from the huge wolf. He touched fingers to the back of his head and when he looked at them they were smeared with fresh blood. He inhaled deeply before placing both fingers in his mouth. "He was right to protect you. I would have hurt you." Ash hung his head as he spoke. Sheila tilted her head and smiled at him. "It was sex you were thinking of." She said quietly. Ash turned his face away from her. "It is the same thing." His voice was rough with humiliation. Hunter growled and shifted forward. Sheila placed her hand at his neck without looking at him. Instinctively she touched her other hand to Ash, tracing her fingers over his cheek. His eyes narrowed and flinched back from her. The action brought another growl from Hunter. "Hunter stop that." She flicked an impatient glance at the huge wolf. "Can you either butt out or change form so you can talk to me? I really can't read you very well like this." The black wolf slunk back with his head low; the sight of him caused Sheila to bite her lip to stop from laughing. Even she could read his apology. She looked back at Ash, the sheer pain and self-loathing on the man's face tore at her. She had seen a similar expression on Hunter the first time he risked showing himself to her and she longed to soothe it from Ash's features. "Are you saying you wanted to hurt me Ash?" Her voice was calmly neutral. Ash shifted uncomfortably and gave a reluctant nod; he still would not meet her eyes. "For God's sake woman he wanted to force you." Hunters voice was thick and rough as though he were using a different part of his throat to talk from. Sheila turned and saw him sitting a short distance from her in his man-wolf form. The sight of his new form distracted her enough that she had to close her eyes and look away. "Well I do not like pain but I can enjoy a degree force." Sheila blushed as she spoke. "You would do this to gain my curse." "I would do this and you can keep your curse if I hurts you to give it to me." Sheila spoke with a firmness that forced Ash's eyes to hers. "Then why?" "Because it wasn't long ago that I was ashamed of what my body desires and I would not wish that cage for anyone." Sheila slid her hand behind her, reaching blindly for Hunter. She found his short clawed hand and tightened her fingers around it. When He returned her squeeze she tugged him closer to her until his stomach pressed against her spine. She twisted her neck to look up at him; he was at least a foot taller in this form. She mouthed 'thank you' to him and let him see the heat in her eyes. A Hunter Watches Ch. 09 Sheila has met Ash the Changeling wolf who could give her the werewolf curse allowing her an extended lifetime with Hunter. Ash had sought to use the opportunity to sample Sheila's physical delights but instead found himself humbled by the depth of their love. Unable to bear the sight any longer he decides to leave the forest. Sheila, unable to bear the young mans' disgust at his own nature, wants to help him come to terms with his physical desires as Hunter had helped her. Ash couldn't move from his position on the floor. Hunter had knocked him to the ground when he caught the scent of his intentions toward his woman. Ash would not even defend himself as he was still speechless over just what Sheila had done. She had put herself between himself and the deadly jaws of her wolf lover. He flicked a cautious glance towards the two of them now. He had watched them with feverish obsession for the last week. Their lovemaking had been a sight to behold, one that would ache in his loins for a lifetime, but it was Sheila's acceptance of the beast within her lover that called to Ash. Her desire to join him in his curse so that they would not be parted too soon, so that her lover would not be left alone again; that had coldly highlighted just what he had lost when a confrontation with an injured wolf had left him with this mockery of a life. Sheila was kneeling before him, only an arms length away. Behind her, surrounding her was Hunter. He was in his man-wolf form; an intimidating sight to see. His body more highly developed than the man he was, his chest and shoulders were broad and thickly muscled. His chest and back were covered in hair, not the wiry body hair of a human but the soft pelt of the wolf. It ran down his arms to the short clawed hands that were something half way between hands and paws. His face was over-shadowed by his muzzle, a thick short muzzle bearing the overly developed teeth of his beast. Behind them though Ash could clearly see the eyes and facial structure of the man. Ash watched as Sheila laid her head back against that unnatural expanse of chest as though it she were taking comfort from his touch. Ash swallowed; his throat too tight for even his own saliva. His mind swirled over Sheila's words. He had confessed to her that he thought to hurt her. The last thoughts he had before Hunter had knocked him to the ground were of him taking savage possession of the woman. He was certain that she had no idea of the images in his mind when she offered her body to him; he assumed her wish for the werewolf curse was consuming enough for her to suffer abuse at his hand. It was not potential abuse that Ash saw in her eyes now it was sheer sensual heat. Ash looked over her head at Hunter. The man-wolf nodded to him gravely. "I will not allow you to hurt her." "And if I don't want you here?" Ash asked. "Then she will leave with me." Ash nodded, he thought to ask more but was distracted by Sheila moving from the safety of her lovers' arms. She sank down to her hands and knees and crawled the short distance towards him. From his vantage point he could see from the dipped neckline of her short dress that she was naked beneath it. He watched the peaks of her breasts sway with her movements and his higher brain function slipped into neutral as the unnecessary blood was diverted to his groin. Sheila knelt before him, eye to eye. "I don't like pain." She said softly. "But I trust you not to hurt me." "At all?" Ash flicked a panicked glance from her to Hunter. "Beyond the pleasurable." Sheila closed the distance and pressed her lips to Ash's. His first thought was one of panic; when had he last kissed a woman? For one breathtaking moment he could not think what to do and then her tongue touched his lip and Ash kissed her back. He tasted her mouth, ate at it. He pulled her lower lip between his teeth just to taste the meat of it. As he did she sighed into him. That small breathy sound caressed his senses. The urgent probing of her tongue stroked his desire. The air tightened in his lungs and his breathing grew laboured. Ash fisted his hands into her hair, tilting her head back allowing him better access to the willing sweetness of her mouth. In one breath he drew in the scent of her desire. That thick musk of a woman eager for his touch; it had been so long since he had smelled that scent that he was very nearly overwhelmed by it. He drew them both up their knees, guiding her up by the hands still tightly wound in her hair. Drawing a shaky breath Ash rose before her. He pulled his boots and socks from his feet and hastily yanked at his jeans. Looking down to see her parted lips and wide eyes as she knelt before him, just as he had imagined her; as he had wanted her to be. Just waiting for his demands. He almost staggered as he dragged the denim from his legs. The sight and sound of the shiver of her fear as she saw the full extent of his erection excited him further. She rolled her eyes up to his face as she waited silently for his command. Ash shuddered as he gripped his hardened cock and stroked it first over one pale cheek and then the other before he pressed the hot pulsing head to those soft pink lips. Sheila gasped as he pushed his thick cock head between her lips. The thin trails of his pre-cum on her cheeks cooled quickly as his heat pushed into her. She pressed her tongue to him as he thrust himself into her mouth. His cock filled her mouth, forcing her to stretch her jaws to accommodate him. She gazed up once more to absorb the savage heat of his arousal within his hooded eyes. Heat pooled at her centre and she gave a moan of helpless desire. The peaks of her breasts were hard and tight as she felt his hands coil in her hair once more. Her whole body warmed and pulsed as he began to stroke her mouth with his cock. He held her hair so that she could not move without causing herself harm and that knowledge caused her to shudder for him. The fact that her lover watched her mouth being fucked caused her body to tighten unbearably. Again and again Ash thrust his cock into her, using her mouth as he would her cunt. Each thrust drew some murmur or sigh from her and each one seemed to loosen his control further. Emboldened by the sounds she made Ash plunged himself down into her. Sheila felt a moment of panic when her air was cut off but the feel of his cock forcing itself through her mouth and into her throat overrode that fear. Probing and sliding, invading her, she swallowed convulsively in an effort not gag on his length. The constant constriction caused his cock to throb and dance within her. There was no chance for finesse for her lips and tongue to draw the pleasure from him. He took it, stole it from her as he plunged his body through her mouth. Over and over he pulled at her, pressing her nose to his belly before dragging her back from him. Sheila was dizzy at the way he overpowered her. She revelled in the weakness of her body and the power of his. Until finally he pressed her nose to his flesh and kept her captive there. Deep inside her throat his cock throbbed strongly before he sprayed his hot cum straight to her belly. Her ears began to ring as her body began to give in to the panic; she fought against him as she felt herself become light headed with lack of air. Her fingers clutched at his muscled thighs in an attempt to push away from him. With a savage roar Ash pushed her back. Sheila gasped for the air she had been fighting for. Ash dropped to his knees in front of her, he reached for her with an expression of shock. His fingers shook with the intensity of his climax but also fear for having hurt her. Sheila unleashed her killer smile on him, allowing him to witness every ounce of her unreleased sexual heat. Ash trembled visibly, he had lost himself to this woman. He had taken and taken from her until he thought he had hurt her badly. Even as he sought to apologise she turned those soft eyes on him. Where he thought to see accusation he saw only lust. She still wanted him. He had fought for possession of her and she matched him with her own demand for it. Unsure for a second he turned his eyes to the wolf. Hunter flicked his gaze from the panting form of his woman to him. His man-wolf muzzle was not designed for human expression but Ash swore he smirked at him. A look that spoke of pride and desire for the lusty nature of his woman and amusement of Ash's own underestimation of the same. Ash pressed his hands to his knees to steady himself, feeling in control once more he looked at Sheila. Her breathing was heavy and no longer the panicked gasps of a few moments ago. Ash leant his face to her neck and inhaled deeply, he could scent no fear on her. There was only the heat of her blood and the musk of her arousal. With a soft growl Ash pushed her to the floor and swiftly straddled her waist. He grasped the neck of her dress between both hands and wrenched it. He rent the fabric down the centre of her body dropping the remnants and allowing them fall at her sides. He allowed his eyes to rake over her body, taking in the swell of her breasts, the fragile line of her shoulders and the softness of her flat belly; all of her laying in readiness for him. He ground himself against that soft flesh. His cock already swelling with need, hot and hardened once more. He pushed deeply as though to create a fresh hole in her to fuck. Sheila had to close her eyes. The feel of Ash's cock on her skin, the hot need in his eyes and the weight of him pinning her lower body uselessly to the hard unyielding floor stroked that deepest desire within her. The one that begged for her be overpowered by sheer strength and then used to sate every sexual whim possible. Before Hunter that dark desire had shamed her, it was that shame she saw in Ash's desire to use his force on her and it was why she chose to give herself to him this night. Sheila reached her hands towards him. She managed to brush her fingers over the hard swell of his chest when strong fingers curled around her fingers and pulled them away. Her wrists were pulled high over her head until they were pressed to the floor. She looked upwards and shuddered a sigh as she saw Hunter kneeling by her head. His hands held her captive knowing how much it would arouse her. Breathless at the sensation Sheila tested her bonds and whimpered at the feel of hot flesh holding her down. She watched Ash lick his lips, he looked from her to Hunter as his eyes flashed with the understanding of this new element. Just when she pulled her knees up to press the soles of her feet to the floor Ash slid down her body to trap them beneath his weight. Sheila tried to move and found she was truly unable. Ash nudged her thighs as wide they would stretch without breaking her hips. He gazed down at her wet entrance as she shivered beneath his eyes. He breathed deep of her heated sex as he looked into her eyes. Sheila watched him swallow and lick at his lips, the scent of her musk pouring through his senses. She knew he could taste her on his tongue already and the knowledge made her want to press herself to his mouth. The sheer fact that she couldn't so much as squirm against him drove a growl from her chest. Hunter swallowed hard as he watched the desire flood Sheila's body. He could feel the tension in her muscles beneath his hands as she fought to touch the man hovering over her body. Her heavy breathing caused her breasts with their hard tight peaks to rise and fall, hypnotising both men with their erotic dance. He could only lick his lips as he watched Ash bend his head to one tantalising breast. The young wolf paused just out of reach, heating that soft flesh with his hot breath until Sheila whimpered for him. He couldn't see what he did but he knew the moment that his tongue touched that desperately taut nipple by the arch of Sheila's back. The moment Ash loosened his control to feast at her breast wrenched a scream from Sheila's throat. The wolf drew her breast deep into his mouth, using his jaw to knead at the flesh, his tongue writhed and his teeth scraped. Sheila gasped and whimpered both begging and thankful to him. Her fervent desire made his cock dance and twitch at her abandon. Ash gave himself over to desire. He licked and sucked at those sensitive breasts and he drowned himself in the helpless moans and whimpers his fervour generated. Sheila bowed her back, pushing her body closer to him, begging him for more. He closed his hand tight around her breast, kneading it and tugging at it as he moved his mouth to bite at the other. He drew that softest flesh between his teeth and sucked deep enough to leave a mark. When he released it he watched the purple mark on the pale skin with satisfaction. He cocked his head as Sheila babbled incoherently. She begged him, pleaded with him not to stop. For them to let her go, for them to hold her down and when she couldn't form the words she grunted and gasped her approval of every sensation his hands and mouth wrenched from her. Each sound she uttered made his hand shake; made him want to drown her in his desire. He slid one hand down her belly as he suckled at one breast and squeezed the nipple of the other with his other hand. Firmly he stroked two fingers along her wet folds and revelled in the sight of her thrashing her head from side to side. His fingers were coated in her juices as he teased that soft skin. The shivers running over her body told him that she was moments away from orgasm. The knowledge made him plunge those two fingers into her cunt. Sheila screamed and he felt the muscles in her thighs tense with her desperate need to raise her hips to him. He pumped his fingers into her body, adding another until all he could see or smell was her body and its need. He pulled his fingers from her without warning and Sheila cried out with her dismay. He knelt over her, his knees still pinning hers in place, and he licked her sticky musk from his hand as he savoured her pleas. The orgasm that had been so close ebbed away as he made a show of his power over her body. Only when every trace of her juices had been washed away did Ash move. He shifted his body and closed his hands around her thighs in place of his legs to keep her pinned. He froze and flicked a nervous glance at her. His eyes; he knew by the heightened focus that they had bled to wolf. A soft growl brought his attention to Hunter when he looked up at him the man-wolf had pulled his thin lips back in a grin. Sheila bucked beneath him, his grip having loosened with his panic. Ash blinked and pressed down harder before he pulled her knees up roughly. He rubbed the head of his cock along her folds. He revelled in the sight of her wet and begging as he stared down at her with wolf eyes. He stroked across her again and again until he could wait no longer to sample her fully. He shoved deep inside her. He bumped at the end of her chamber and watched her eyes roll at the sensation. Shaking his head at this unbelievable turn of fate Ash gave a guttural growl as he gave in to his need to plunder her body. He found a punishing rhythm that stole both their breaths. He ground himself against her, dragged himself from her only to impale her once more. He drove into even when she convulsed with orgasm, forcing himself through the intense contractions of her pleasure. He watched the line of sweat run down between her breasts as she struggled to take in air. Her wolf sat motionless, still pinning her wrists to the floor, his engorged cock bobbing against the soft fur of his navel. Ash realised he had never once seen Sheila take him in his furred form, only his human one. Ash lifted Sheila and flipped her over to her knees. The extra strength borne of his wolf blood meaning he controlled her movement with ease. Ash made a fist in her hair at the base of neck and yanked her head back until she was nose to groin with Hunter. The other wolf growled softly as Ash pushed the woman forward. Without pausing Ash jerked her thighs apart and savoured her whimper. He burrowed deep into her womb as he listened to her slurp at her lovers' cock. He began to move in long slow strokes, luxuriating in the depth and tightness of the position, Ash watched Hunter curl his half wolf fingers into Sheila long pale hair and begin to work into her mouth with the full weight his hips. Between them they synced a rhythm, one thrusting as the other withdrew, so that Sheila was rocked between them. Sheila was blind and deaf to everything but the two cocks that pierced her. Hunter had taken his cue from Ash and had tilted her head back so that he could fuck deep into her throat in one smooth movement. Her nose rhythmically pressed to his soft fur. Two sets of hands held her tightly gripped, one at her skull and the other at her hips as her body bounced back and forth with the force of their entry. Sheila gasped as Ash ploughed her so deeply that he lifted her from her knees. The feeling of Hunters cock stroking the confines of her throat and Ash pushing deeply at the walls of her cunt brought her to a staggering orgasm. Ash ground hard against her, barely moving as she closed around him like a fist. She shuddered at the sensation of claws dimpling the flesh of her hips. Where only moments ago there had been long masculine fingers with short trimmed nails now there was roughened pads with strong sharp points. Unable to verbalise her approval she bucked back against his body pressing him deeper still into her slick tight cunt. He ground himself to her awakening a fresh surge of intense shudders. Hunters grip tightened as he faltered in his rhythm and then plunged deeply. Ash began to move once more, his thrusts shoving Sheila at her wolf with each stroke. Hunter roared his climax as he pumped his heated seed, the feel of Sheila swallowing convulsively so as not to waste a drop of the precious scalding fluid had him grinding to her lips. The moment Hunter withdrew his cock Sheila's head dropped to her chest as though her neck could not raise such a weight. She panted heavily and it was only Ash's strength that held her in place. The sight of her made his loins ache with delight. Ash looked down at his man wolf hands, still fingers but shorter and thicker and deeply furred. Ash looked from Sheila, bowed down before him as he slid his cock in and out of her deliciously wet cunt, to Hunter. The man-wolf braced his hands on his knees as he fought to recover from his orgasm. The look of satisfaction on the other wolf's face as he watched his woman whimper with exhausted sensual pleasure whilst being fucked by a stranger made Ash realise fully the weight of their of shared love. Sheila had offered him her body just to slake a desire that had disgusted him. Tonight she had shown him that very desire could bring so much pleasure to the willing. She no longer even expected him to scratch her. Ash closed his eyes and held himself deep inside her as he called his beast to the surface. Sheila gasped and bucked at the ripple of power that flowed from his body to hers as he changed from a man to a man-wolf. His cock still buried inside her. Fur flowed across his body, his chest and shoulders broadened considerably. He licked his lengthened tongue over his muzzle. Ash curled his hands around Sheila's elbows and dragged her up until her spine pressed to the soft fur of his chest and belly. The sensation of his pelt on her skin was the final straw for her ravaged body and Sheila cried out as her climax had her bucking and grinding against him. Ash held her to him as he leaned down and placed his jaws around the fleshiest part of her upper arm watching Hunter carefully as he did so. Whilst she was lost in the waves of pleasure flooding her body Ash bit down until he could taste her blood on his tongue. A Hunter Watches Ch. 09 The taste of her blood and the feel of her pulsing around his cock broke him. As Ash pumped and pumped within her he raked his clawed hands down the front of her body. When he let her go she slid bonelessly to the floor. As he fought to bring himself back to his senses he could just make out the sound of her murmuring thank you over and over again. Hunter picked up Sheila's limp body from the floor and with an acknowledging nod he carried her up the stairs to their bed. As he gently tucked the duvet around her body he heard Ash leave the cabin. Sheila opened her eyes slowly. Her eyes ached with the effort of lifting her lids. "Hunter? Ash?" She moaned. Her voice sounding strangely thick. She felt a soothing hand on her arm. "It's alright I am here." Hunter looked down at her and she frowned at the hint of tears in his eyes. "What's wrong?" She gasped. "My love; you have been delirious with fever for five days." He said softly. "Ash?" Hunter nodded. "Tonight is the full moon." Sheila rolled from the bed to the window, through it she could see the bright white glow of the moon. In it she saw herself reflected. Soft pale fur covered her body, she touched the muzzle and blinked at the short furred fingers that she had raised. Her eyes moved to Hunter's human reflection standing behind her; he was staring at her. Sheila spun round to him. "Hunter please tell me you still want me." Hunter frowned at her before he barked a gravely laugh. He moved closer and wrapped his arms around her in a crushing embrace. He ran his hand down to the small of her back and pulled her closed against him nudging his hardened length to her belly. The End This concludes the tale of Hunter and Sheila but please keep an eye out for Ash in the future.