5 comments/ 47467 views/ 8 favorites Beneath a Full Moon By: Luna_Wolf72 In the Beginning: I am alone. My pack has abandoned me for this weekend, their plans taking precedence. As I wander this small township, I allow my fantasies to become more vivid to me. Fantasies that have kept me warm on many a cold night. It is hard being a pack leader. Harder still, when one has no one to share with. I step into the shadows of an alleyway and call forth my deepest desires, letting them fill the empty place inside of me. *A woman. Secure in herself, knowledgeable of the world and her place in it. Someone who will come to me willingly let me guide her, hold her, care for her. I need a female who is able to hold my beast at bay, or call it forward with just her smell, her look, her needs. * I hear the light steps of someone on the street, near my hiding place. A female, pale skinned and wide eyed, makes her way past me. Her eyes are ever alert, glancing back and forth as she walks. I can smell her as she passes. The smell of womanhood and loneliness calls to something inside of me. The hunter in me wants to lure her into the shadows. Seduce her with my mouth, tongue, teeth and hands. Mold her to my will and then bite her, hard enough to feel her flesh between my teeth. Chew on her and make her a small part of me. Ah but the human part, the essence of all wolven kind? That part wants to watch her, take her in. Help her if she will let me. I start to move forward, my mind still not made up as to what I will do when four men converge on her from an alley across the way. They surround her, and her immediate reaction is so unusual that it cements what I want. She begins to curse them, her eyes flashing, her body straining from the need to lash out. They let her words wash over them as they move en masse to take from her. A growl is all I release before stepping forward, into the light. Allowing first one, then another, to see me. My body has grown in bulk. My black hair has grown into a tuft of fur and even my teeth are longer and razor sharp with the need to defend. I can smell their fear and her rage. The combination of scents is enough to arouse my blood lust, my need to hunt, to stalk, and to kill. I tamp that need down and give them a chance to be afraid, watching them with golden eyes, marking their scents. They turn and run, a pack of fearful hyenas, falling before me. I push the change away, a moment's pain, and stride forward. "Hello, I am Shelly. Tis a good thing I came along, yes?" The female turns to look at me, her body still trembling from the need to fight or run. She is taller than me, nicely built with curves that scream womanliness. She is a bit older than me, as well. Her hair seems dark in the moonlit night but what get me are her eyes. Somewhere, deep inside she is a giver. I can feel it, like a light rain against my skin. I want her. Not to make her part of the pack, or to hide her away for fear that she will break in the real world. No, I want her for me. To mold, to cherish, to cause pain and soothe with kisses when I am done. I want to wrap her in leather, stroke her with a lash and caress her with my body. I want her. I can feel my inner beast stretching beneath her gaze. I am small. I know I don't look so scary in human form. These things are a blessing. She will feel safe with me. And while she is near, I have a better chance of making her want me. "I know you don't know me but I would really like to buy you a cuppa coffee. Would you walk with me?" Her head nod gave assent. We meandered along, no words being spoken. I could feel the first flush of wanting as we entered an all night diner and I saw her face clearly beneath the harsh glare of light. She had lived and lived well. Nothing had been easy for her, but she fought and won. I waved a tired waitress over and waited for her to place her order before placing my own. Then when the white mugs were placed before us, I spoke again. "Now, tell me about you. Make up a name if you would like, I don't care. Tell me anything you want to share." Her voice was a husky contralto. She spoke about her troubles: a man who would not leave her alone, a house payment due, a fight. She told me a name: Sheri. I did not believe her, but I let it slide. The name wasn't what I needed anyway. Afterwards, I paid our bill and took her back to the street, to wander, to talk. It was after we had entered the shadow of the park that I turned to her and bade her to watch. My eyes grew large and luminous, the silver of the moon reflecting in them as the brown bled into gold. My body grew only a foot or so, but more than enough to show the difference. My voice became a husky growl as my teeth lengthened, curving down. I reached for her with hands that had grown 3-inch long claws. One movement and her coat was gone, hanging off of her in shreds. Then I stepped away and forced the change away, clamping down on the need to feast on her pale skin. "Will you come with me? Let me have you just for this night? I won't hunt you later or try to hurt you, much. I need something only you can give me. Will you surrender, just for tonight?" She looked shocked, amazed, even confused, but I saw no fear. Her voice was hesitant as she explained that she had never involved herself with a woman before. "Ah, but all you have to do is respond. Cum for me, let me take you there and back. These are small things, yes?" A head nod, a sigh. She would be mine, if only for this night. I led her to the far side of the park, heading for my black jeep, parked under a stand of trees. She hadn't said anything more, only followed behind me. I could hear her heart and the rush of blood as we reached the jeep and I unlocked the passenger door. Just the smell of her had me salivating and it took all I had to control the urge to ravish her right there. Once we were on the road, I turned on the radio and allowed the warm strains of Norah Jones to fill the empty space between us. Her scent had gotten stronger, the spice of the unknown blending with her tiredness and just general malaise. Something about her made me want to drown in her. My house, when we arrived, was as dark and forbidding as I had left it. No lights to greet our return, no noise of any sort. After unlocking the front door, I turned to her and motioned her in. I spoke a word for light and smiled back at her when lights flared on in the hall and living room. "Come on, girl." I led her upstairs, never once looking back to track her progress. I could smell her and I knew she would follow me. We entered my bedroom a few moments later. I gave her a few minutes to grasp the enormity of what she had agreed to, moving to the side to allow her a better look at the crops, floggers, blinds and the like which hung from a cross by my far left wall. "You may leave, right now, if you choose to. If you stay, there will be no leaving until daybreak." I waited, but she made no move to run. Her smell intensified and I knew then that I would keep her for as long as she would allow it. "Strip for me." My voice had taken on a huskiness I despaired of, but she did it without hesitation. I watched in utter fascination as the whole of her body was revealed to me. She was beautiful: lovely legs, gorgeous hips and a waist that was quite small in comparison. Her breasts were neither overlarge nor miniscule...just the right size and shape for nipple torture or light bondage. "Clasp your hands behind your back, spread your legs hip distance apart, tilt your head back slightly, eyes open." Her body moved perfectly into stance, her breasts thrust proudly forward. I got up and walked toward her, inhaling her scent with each step. "Mmmmm. Lovely." My fingers traced her shape; cruising over the swell of her hips, the dip of her waist, the small of her back. She never moved, not so much as a muscle. I pinched each of her nipples, hard enough to bring them to partial hardness and then laved each one with a tongue tip. Dropping to my knees before her, I leaned forward enough to plant my nose against her crotch. The smell was honey rich. She was ready for me to begin. "Come girl. Walk on my left, to the cross." The walk was completed in short order and then I spent a few moments gathering a few toys: a leather crop, silk scarves for tying, a long length of jute for a pretty game I had in mind, a black blind, a small anal plug. With my hands full, I leaned forward and captured her mouth with my own, licking the edges with my tongue. She opened to me with a sigh and I plundered the inner recesses with my tongue, stopping when my body screamed at me to continue. "Go to my bed. Lie back and close your eyes." I waited impatiently for her to position herself and then I strode to the side of the bed, looking down at the pleasant contrast between pale skin and black silk sheets. Grabbing her head lightly, I placed the black velvet blind over her closed eyes and positioned it so that it was snug. She looked so alone there; her body lay out before me. "Arms stretched out above your head." I took a silk scarf and wound it around both wrists, taking care to keep it from tangling. Once her wrists were bound, I used a second scarf to attach her hands to the wrought iron bedpost. I checked the connection, making sure she wouldn't hurt herself too badly if she moved. "Spread your legs." I used the remaining scarves to secure her ankles to opposite corners of the bed. Her body was now open for inspection. After a moment, I reached for a small pillow. I rolled it up and placed it under her back, causing her breasts to tilt higher. Then I grabbed the length of rope. Starting at her waist, I wound it around her twice before putting a slipknot in it. From the knot I brought the soft rope forward, to nestle snugly between her slightly wet cunt lips. Now when she moved she would feel the friction of rope, rubbing against her clit. From that point I headed upward, wrapping her breasts. Over one and then the other, criss-crossing between them until all but the nipples and a bit of flesh were covered. After a moment's thought I lifted her head and wound the rope around her neck, using another slipknot to hold it all together. The picture she made was utterly delicious. The rope meandered along her skin like a river, leaving far more skin exposed then she would believe. I was pleased with the final outcome. She was ready...and so was I. "Test your binds for me. Wriggle and pull. I want to see if they will hold." She did as I requested, her intake of breath letting me know that the rope between her thighs had caused the desired reaction. "Good. Is the rope too tight on your neck?" "No, Ma'am." her voice was now quiet, husky, almost needy. It was not the same voice she had used to defend herself earlier from her would be attackers, nor was it the voice I had heard as we walked along earlier. "I do not know your pain limits, so I will give you a safe word. If anything becomes too much for you, simply say wolf. I will stop until you are ready to begin anew." With those words, I picked up my crop and began a slow methodical testing. I placed each mark with care, starting with her thighs. The sound of swish/ snick and the flat smack sounded loudly to my ears. She moaned and moved slightly, each movement causing the rope to slide with her. I covered her with those flat squared markings, her skin reddening with each touch. I began to really get a rhythm, my own blows becoming harder as I waited for her to cry out. She never did. Finally, after a good twenty minutes, I stopped and bent low, to plant my nose in her sopping cunt. I sniffed once before moving the rope and running my tongue up the length of her vulva. Her body shuddered. I replaced the rope and stepped backwards, watching her as she shivered. "You look beautiful, little one. Too bad you can not see how wanton you look, Miss 'I have never given myself to a woman.' You probably should have tried this long before now." I waited for a few minutes and then I turned on my heel and left the bedroom. I needed a drink. I sat downstairs for a while, giving her a chance to think that I had left her alone. I had more planned for her, but I needed to get my bearings first. After a long 15 minutes, I went to my playroom and grabbed my favorite candles. They were low heat, though the wax itself at first touch would burn a bit. I also grabbed a small turkey feather and my favorite halter and cock for use a little later on. Finally, I returned to the kitchen and grabbed a handful of ice cubes. Placing them in a Styrofoam cup, I gathered the rest of my toys together and went back upstairs. I moved quietly to the side of the bed, not allowing my steps to make a noise on the floor. The first hint she had of my presence was the click of the lighter as I lit my candles. Knowing that the candles would take a few minutes to start melting, I decided to cool her off a bit. Using one cube, I traced wet designs on her flesh. Teasing her nipples with the drip of melting ice before moving down, over the gentle swell of her belly. Finally, I inserted the melting piece into her cunt, adding another one behind it. The rope smelled of her and was becoming a soggy mess. I knew I was going to have to remove it sooner or later, but decided to let it stay in its cleft a bit longer. I gauged the heat of my candles and then picked up the black one. Bending over, I sucked her left nipple into my mouth, biting it harshly and teasing it with my teeth. She gasped, once, as I tugged at her but never moved to try and avoid it. I tilted the holder and dripped candle wax over her hardened nipple and the pale white skin that could still be seen around it, before moving to the opposite side to repeat the procedure. I could feel my own cunt spasm as I watched a blush suffuse her skin. Her scent was becoming overpowering and I knew I was going to have to sate myself soon. Moving down, I continued to drip wax on her skin, enjoying the way it left such lovely designs there. Eventually, I moved the rope again and bent to suck the mixture of melted ice and warm honey from her hole before spreading her cunt lips wide and using my other hand to drop big dollops of wax on her hard clit. She arched her body just a bit as I replaced the rope. The mixture of cooling heat and jute causing a sensation I could only imagine. "You are a very lucky girl to get so much from pain. I could watch you respond all night long and never tire..." My voice trailed off as I watched her. The little jerky movements were subsiding and she was now ready for me to remove the wax. I used my fingernails to loosen it and tug it away. The red marks left behind made me want to devour her. I could feel my control slipping even as I removed it. When the last bit was gone...from nipples, belly, clit and cunt lips, I used the ice once more, running it over all the reddened spaces. Then I forced my claws to grow and used them to divest her of the ropes which had held her body for so long. "Do not cum, girl!" These words were harsh, almost a growl but I was beyond caring if I scared her at this point. I needed the honey thick fluid that glistened so prettily on her nether parts. I climbed up onto the bed and bent my head, sucking her clit into my hot mouth. I kept the pressure constant, not too hard but not the least bit gentle. When I tired of her bucking (even if it was spasmodic), I stopped. "Hold still. The next time I have to stop it will not go well for you." I grabbed the feather that had been lying by her left foot and used it to gently tickle her clit as my tongue delved inside and licked her clean. I felt her need to move, her wanting to cry out or cum. But I did not want her to release that way. I stopped before I would have to punish her and turned around to shred the scarves that held her feet immobile. I got up from between her thighs and moved to the head of the bed, shredding the scarf that held her wrists to the bed. The one binding her wrists together, I left in place. It was time for something new. She was ready and even if she wasn't, I was. "Up and over on your belly, girl. Hike your ass high." She moved with some hesitation, unsure as to what I had planned next. I waited until she was as I had demanded and then used a pillow to prop her ass just a wee bit higher. Climbing behind her, I used fingers and tongue on her anal entrance, rimming her gently and spreading saliva around the inside. Then I reached for the small anal plug I had placed on my bedside table and quickly inserted it. I heard a slight gasp, a quick moan and then nothing. I got up from the bed and removed my clothing; glad that she could not see the scars that covered me from past fights. Then I returned to the crop, warming her ass as I used some of my super human strength to cover her skin completely, a pattern of markings, claiming her as mine, if only for this night. By now, I was ready to begin. I took a moment to put on and adjust my hand made halter, placing the straps with care and tightening them so they wouldn't move at an inopportune time. Next I fit my cock into place, making sure the clit attachment pressed just to the side of my clit. I knew if I placed it on that sensitive bit of flesh, it would be over before I started. Then I climbed back up on the bed and positioned myself behind her slightly raised hips. "You know what's good about being fucked by me? I will never grow soft and I can fuck you senseless." Grabbing a hand full of hair, I wrapped it around my right hand while using my left to guide that bit of rubber into her hot hole. She shook, as I pushed it inside, slowly, moving back and forth, never all at once, just enough to tease, She was mewling, whimpering. Each moan made my heart race. I began to fuck her for real. Slamming home repeatedly, jerking her head back with each thrust, my left hand curling into her hip. I was controlling her movements, taking her. I could tell that I was changing. My eyesight grew brighter. My sense of smell heightened and yet I could not stop what I had started. Curving myself over her back I let go of her hair and curled my right hand around her throat, biting down on the back of her neck repeatedly. When we had finished, I opened my eyes and studied the back of her neck. I had broken the skin, twice, and left a long scratch on her left hip. The scent of her blood, coppery, sweet made me hungry. I withdrew from her and flipped her over, spreading her thighs wide and fastening my mouth to well fucked cunt. I sucked, licked and bit...tonguing her slit, using my tongue to explore every crevice inside. My fingers pinched and prodded, testing the flesh I so wanted to rip open. Her sighs and cries, drove me to the brink of madness, yet this one was special enough that I did not REALLY want to hurt her. I raised my head to look into her face. "Cum for me, girl." She did, and I drank it down as if it were the most heavenly liquor ever produced by man or beast. It sated the wolf in me and it was enough. Beneath a Full Moon Ch. 02 "What do you mean, we should move on to our winter quarters? Summer just started." My voice was raspy as I tried to control my inner beast. I hated having my plans thwarted for any reason. True, my pack had no idea why I wanted to stay in this small town, and I was not about to enlighten them just yet. I wanted to lash out at the pert wolf that had opened their mouth to start this stupid debate. "Look, Shelly, pickings are slim here. There are no night creatures in this place. We cannot fight. We cannot hunt. It is time to move on." My second in command, Roberto, spoke to quell my need to rage. By pointing out what I knew to be true, he deflated my anger and calmed me. "Ok, Berto. I get the point. Give me a few days. I have things to tend to. Things that will not wait til the next time we travel back this way." I nodded at the rest of my pack and stalked off. I had planned on snooping around this evening, anyway. I needed a real name and address to go with the phantom woman I was beginning to think I had imagined. I got into my rental car and started the engine. Leaning back, I closed my eyes and allowed my mind to drift back through time. Back to the time, three weeks ago, when I had met and lost her. I had awakened to daylight. Rolling over, I stretched out my arm, only to feel the coolness of silk sheets. My mystery woman was gone. There was no trace of her, except for her scent and the tang of blood in the air. Anger coursed through me. I had hoped that I had given her reason enough to awaken with me. So that I could learn her real name, where she could be found. Instead, she had snuck away. Maybe my need had frightened her away? The thought that I had come on too strongly had me growling. I bounced out of bed and paced the floor, stooping to pick up a length of black scarf from the foot of my bed. I held it to my nose and caught her scent. I could find her. All I had to do was look. Opening my eyes, I put the car in drive. Tonight was the night. If I had to drive this damned town all night long, I would find her. The moon was riding high in the dark velvet sky when I sensed her coming out of a small corner store, a plastic bag in her hand. I followed behind her, far enough away that my rental car wouldn't startle her. Eventually, I saw her stop and reach into her jacket. She pulled out a key and unlocked the door of the brownstone she had stopped in front of. I parked my car and got out a block away. Then it was a simple case of getting the address and her name from the mailbox outside. I laughed when I saw how close her real name was to the name she had given me the night we met: Shari and Sheri (pronounced Cherie) could be kissin' kin. Pulling a small notebook from my pocket. I jotted down her name and address, determined to return on the morrow. Just then the door opened and she stepped out. "Hello again. You couldn't just leave well enough alone, could you?" Her tone of voice startled me. It had never once occurred to me that she would greet me with such hostility. I took a step closer, noticing the bruise on the side of her face, even though she stayed to the shadow to try and hide it. "Come here, Shari. I want to see you in the light." I could tell the change was coming, more quickly than I had thought possible. Someone else had hurt her. I could feel my anger at such desecration. No one had the right to touch her face!! "Look, I don't want a scene and I damn sure ain't coming near you while you mouth is growing teeth as long as my pinky finger. Why couldn't you have just forgotten about me? You told me you would leave me alone." I shook away the anger and focused on her words. This had happened because she had been with me. More than likely it was the guy she had told me about. "You do not wish to see me again? Is that why you snuck from my bed?" My voice became a low husky growl as I stalked toward her. Within a foot of her I smelled her, that scent of lust, fear, need. "I don't know why you choose to protect someone that would hurt you without your consent, but that has nothing to do with me." I caught her in my embrace, pulling her close, burying my nose behind her ear, whispering, softly. "You left my bed without a word, Shari. I know it isn't because I scared you or hurt you. Your multiple orgasms from my teeth, tongue, hands and cock lend truth to my words. Did you scamper away to avoid the scene you were going to have to deal with, hmmmm? By now my hands were roaming her body, pinching, caressing, stroking. I tugged her closer and traced my hand over her buttock before sweeping around the front and pressing the seam of her jeans into her cunt. A quick intake of air, a whisper: no, yes, please? I backed up and released her, my smile wolfishly wide. "I leave in 3 days, my pet. You know where I am staying. You know what I want. Come to me, if you dare." I left her there, her eyes wide, her scent still on my hands. I left her there beneath the silver moon and walked away. It was the hardest thing I had ever done. I hope this gamble pays off. Goddess knows, I need her much more than she will ever need me. If she is real with herself, she will see it as well. My actions will do one of two things: bring her closer or chase her completely away. The second night found me pacing the floor. She hadn't been near my house. I would have known had she come. I would have smelled her. I was angry inside. I pushed her too far, too fast. I stalked into my weight room and took a few moments to stretch before pulling on lightweight gloves to work the heavy bag. Left, right, left, right, each punch coming harder and faster until I was moving the bag at least a foot with each blow. I could hear that slight *twang* as the chain snapped back and forth. I stopped, sweat streaming down my face and moved to the speed bag. Left, left, left, right. Left, left, left, right. The rhythm was smooth and I bounced with each jab and hook. Eventually I sped up, hitting the bag fast enough that it soon became a blur. My mind had just begun to empty itself when I heard the doorbell. I stalked silently to the door and sniffed. I smelled baby powder and soft heated flesh. It was she! I opened the door and stepped back, motioning her inside. She dropped silently to her knees before me, her head down, a swirl of dark hair covering her face. "Come with me." I turned to keep from yanking her to her feet and led her into the bright lights of my kitchen. "Stand up." She did so, her head still bowed. I could sense her fear and under that something else. It reminded me of vanilla...peace, contentment. She was here for me, even if she had convinced herself it was something else. "Head up, pretty one. Look at me." The bruise on her face was muted: green, purple and yellow. I noted a mark on her neck and knew that if I went further down, I would see still more marks to piss me off. "Why did you come?" My voice was strident as I fought to control my anger, my wanting. Her dark eyes snapped up at that question and gazed deeply into my own. "I came because you wanted me." Her voice: husky, quiet. "There was no other reason?" "Yes, ma'am. I came because I wanted to." I nodded at this, my heart filled to the brim with the knowledge that I had not scared her away, after all. "Good. Strip for me, please. Place your clothing on the table." Her hands moved of the own accord, removing shirt and pant, with no hesitancy. Her bra (black lace) and panties (the same) soon joined the pile. She had kicked off her shoes upon entering the kitchen, so she now stood ready for inspection. Her marks did not extend beyond her face, though I noted some swelling across her thighs and belly that had probably come from a cane. My fingers traced her skin gently, probing and caressing as I watched her face and checked her scent. Each place that caused a sharp spike in temperature I made note of: the backs of her thighs, bottom of her belly, her calves. These were places that hadn't healed completely. I would avoid them for the nonce. "Come then Shari. We will go upstairs." She stopped me with a look and then a hesitant almost whisper. "I have a suitcase outside. May I get it?" I turned to her, watching the blood rush to her cheeks. Either she had left her other or she was leaving town in the morning. At the moment, it did not matter which one it was. Yet, I had to know. "Why did you bring your suitcase?" "I brought my suitcase so that I would not have to return home. If you do not want me here then I will go elsewhere." I shook my head slightly. I had not expected her to want to stay. Part of me wondered why, but I pushed that thought away. It was enough that she was here. I motioned for her to follow and went back to the front door. "Where did you hide it?" "Behind those bushes." I opened the door and retrieved the case. Turning around I handed it to her. "Now then, love, follow me. We have much new ground to explore this day." She said nothing, but followed me up the stairs, suitcase in hand. I led her into my bedroom and motioned for her to drop her case and come forward. She moved slowly, almost dreamily, and I smiled as she came to my side. "Do you see my cross?" She nodded. "Well, I would like to try you on it. Follow me." The next few minutes was filled with a bit of work. Tilting the cross down, I placed her on it, stretching her arms out and keeping her feet together. Next I wound a length of rope up and over her shoulders and upper arms; left side first, then the right. I checked the connection, making sure she would not be able to slip out or fall and then I moved the cross back to it's original position. She was now hanging, all of the pressure upon her arms and the cross which supported her weight. I grinned slightly and moved away to better look at her. Her hair draped her shoulders, her dark eyes were closed, her skin fairly flushed. I took a moment to locate (and pick up) my wheel; it's edges sharp and shiny in the low light. Then I began to work: running the edges lightly over her foot, up her leg, her belly, circling her heavy breast with the sharpness. I took my time coming down the opposite side, leaving a track of red pin spots over her pale skin. I could feel her intensity as she focused on the sensation, not painful, only sharp and prickly. I leaned forward to inhale her scent as I finished running the whartenburg wheel over skin. "You smell ripe; love. Let's see what I can do to help you along." I spent a few moments, tilting the cross back on it's axis, so that she was once more horizontal. Then I spread her thighs and inserted a small silver motorized egg. I turned it on and closed her legs, using a length of rope to tie her feet together, further anchoring her to the cross. My sensitive ears picked up the slight buzz as I took a moment to lave each nipple with my tongue. As they hardened, I groped for and found, two small screw type nipple clamps. Using my teeth, I yanked each one until it was fully erect and added the clamps. Her scent wafted over me, feral and rich. "OK, back up now." I returned the cross to its original position and then stepped away to watch her as the egg did its job. Her body strained ever so slightly against her bonds and with each slight contraction, her belly flexed. "I will be back." I left her there, oozing and cumming, up like a criminal on my cross and walked downstairs. I needed a drink and after this, she would as well. All told, she had been hanging for about 15 minutes. I figured another 10 or so and then I would release her, to massage her skin before starting something new. After getting a drink, I took a moment to heat up some massage oil before heading back to my room and the lovely woman bound to the cross. Her scent hit me as soon as I entered. Her body was flushed, covered in sweat and shaking. I placed the oil by my bed side and then walked to the cross. "Are you ready to come down now, darlin?" My voice was low, almost purring in the heat of the room. "Yes, ma'am." I tilted the cross back and, starting with her ankles; I removed the shibari rope from her body, trailing my nails over the light track marks from the wheel and the ropes. Soon she was free and I scooped her up into my arms and strode with her to the bed, lying her gently upon it before returning to the cross to clean it and move it back to it's proper position. "Over on your belly." It took only a few moments for her to flip over and for me to reach her side. Pouring warm oil on my hands, I began to give her a massage, using my hands and arms to loosen every muscle in her back. Then the sound of the egg caught my attention. I laughed at myself. How the hell could I have forgotten to take out the egg? "Spread your thighs." I tugged to pull it loose, before turning it off. "Do the clamps hurt?" "No, ma'am." Grabbing a hand full of her hair, I jerked her up so that I could see her face. "I am not a Ma'am. You will call me Shelly or Sir, never Ma'am. Understood?" She gasped from the sudden pain but answered me, quickly. "Yes, Shelly. I apologize." "Good girl." I went back to the massage, working the oil into her skin with long, soothing strokes. My fingertips put pressure on the knotted muscles in her lower back before moving downward. Thighs, calves, feet...all got the treatment before I flipped her over. My fingers then went to work on the clamps, unscrewing them quickly. I bent my head to take each reddened nubbin into the warmth of my mouth, sucking gently, flicking my tongue over and around. Her breath sped up from the pleasurable pain, but she never made a sound. I poured the rest of the warmed oil on her belly and chest, drizzling it down over the front of her legs. My fingers went back to work, moving in circles over her collarbones and shoulders, her breasts, belly and hips. Long strokes made short work of her legs. She looked so relaxed that I almost wanted to stop for the night. The wolf in me wouldn't allow it, not until I had fed. "Get up and help me strip, Shari." She sat up, her eyes hazy with some unknown emotion and climbed off the bed. Her hands made short work of my clothing and she knelt by my feet, awaiting further instruction. "We are going to play a game. You can not cum until I do." She got back on the bed and lay down. I followed her and lay the opposite way, my face planted between her thighs. My lips and nose found her clit and began to suck, gently. I could feel her hesitant mouth on me and it damn near sent me over. I ground my pubis down on her mouth before spreading her inner labia and running my tongue down to her vaginal opening. I began to tongue fuck her, using the fingers of my left hand to lightly circle and pinch her hard clit. Her body was shaking. I knew she was close but I did not ease off. Instead I inserted 2 fingers into her hole and began sucking her clitoris; long deep pulls in tandem with my finger fucking. Her own mouth was latched onto me: licking, sucking, and teasing. I could feel the explosion about to hit and I rocked against her mouth, whimpering into the warmth of her cunt that lay wetly splayed beneath my questing fingers and mouth. I came, a nice deep one which shook me to my core. After gathering my bearings, I increased the friction inside of her and the movements of my mouth and tongue. A shiver, body tossing, and I had her. I moved down to latch my mouth onto her hole and sucked, pinching her clit with my other hand until she finally cried out. Now, now I could sleep. Beneath a Full Moon Ch. 03 Shari came down the steps, her hips and thighs covered with bruises from my hands gripping her while in the throes of my beastly *feeding* I had not controlled myself well. "Hello darling. My pack will be here in a bit. We are planning on moving on today." Her eyes flew to my face, a question (as yet, unasked) forming on her lips. I forestalled her, my hand going to my own lips in the universal gesture of shushing. "You will meet them today. If they accept you as my mate, you will travel with me. It will bit a bit unusual but fuck it. If they don't accept you, then I will hand the pack over to my second. Usually, a fight to the death passes leadership but only if the leader is challenged. There will be no challenge. I will step down for the good of the pack." Shari said nothing but I could almost feel the direction of her thoughts. 'Damn it Shelly, you came on too needy!!' My mind did a bit of bitching at itself and then it settled down. After a moment, I motioned for her to be seated. Leaning over, I captured her mouth with my own and then moved to a chair opposite hers, so I wouldn't be distracted by her scent whilst I was talking. "Today is a test, for both of us. The most important thing you need to remember is how pack members greet one another. We don't hug. We sniff. Each person (male or female) will embrace you, while planting his or her noses behind your left ear. Some may nip you but as long as they are in full human or full wolven form, our disease is not transferable. Do not show fear. Fear is an aphrodisiac to us." I took a moment to gather my thoughts. I knew I should show her the proper etiquette but I knew if I touched her right now, I would not finish my instructions. She smelled too clean. My scent was missing from her skin and like any alpha animal; I wanted to mark her as mine. Shaking my head to disperse those distracting thoughts, I continued with her crash course in pack protocol. "You should stand on my left at all times. Not behind me, but beside me, so that they will see that I consider you as an equal to any of them. After the initial greeting they will give their names. Watch their eyes. If they feel submissive to you, they will not look into your eyes. If they stare unblinkingly at you (and I am sure that 2 will...) they are issuing a challenge. You may deal with those as you see fit. But remember we are lukoi (wolves). You cannot win in a fair fight. After all greetings or challenges have been acknowledged, we will proceed to pack business i.e. getting a vote to include you in our travels. This should be fairly easy, but I won't guarantee it. They may lay a challenge at your feet. The choice is up to you to accept or not accept, as the case may be." I ran out of steam at that point. I knew how some of them would respond to a human in our midst, especially one with her capabilities. They would smell that inner pain slut, just like I had. It was probable that this would turn into something harrowing for her, but I needed her beside me. Finally, I glanced at Shari and waited for her to speak. "I will follow your lead but I want you to know that anyone who challenges me physically will be answered in the same way. I am not anyone's meat." I nodded to show my understanding and then moved to the couch, my arms pulling her into a hug, tight enough to crack bones. Shari and I had just finished dinner. All we could do was wait. When the first of the pack came to my door, I motioned her into the living room and went to answer, my hackles raised. No matter the spin I tried to put on it, it was going to be far more difficult to get her entrance passed then I had let on. It was my second and his girl. They stepped inside and looked at me intently before sniffing the air. "Who's here, Shelly?" "The one who is the reason for my delay and also the reason why I called this meeting before we left." Berto's girl, Lottie by name, gave a little sniff and smirked up at me. "Well, damn, Shelly, I didn't know fresh meat was in season this year." Berto tried to shut her up but it was too late. I backhanded her across the face, dropping her to her knees. I reared back to deliver a kick to her ribs and he stopped me. "Enough, Shelly." "Control your bitch, Roberto." There was an awkward moment as Lottie flipped over onto her back, offering her neck in a classic pose of wolven submission. I bent down to help her to her feet. "Don't piss me off, Lottie. You can't take me. Perhaps your man can, but it's for damn sure...YOU can't." She said nothing, only whimpered in a heartbroken way and moved behind Berto. I waved them away, into the living room and waited at the door. The rest of the pack showed up shortly after. No one else made any comment as they shuffled inside. They could smell the blood from Lottie's split lip and knew better than to push just now. After everyone was seated, I tugged Shari to her feet. "I want her for my mate." There were a few giggles here and there, before it became clear that I was not joking. Roberto stood up, his eyes glaring into mine. "We don't allow humans into the pack, Shelly. You know it is written in our books that we protect them but we do not mate with them. They are the herd." His voice was hard but I paid no attention, shutting him up with a languid wave of my hand. "I realize that I am asking something extremely unusual. I am prepared to step down as leader of the pack if Roberto will take the reigns. However, Berto, those rules were for male wolves and human females (or vice versa). I cannot mate with her in that way. We are both women. Look, I am prepared to offer the pack a chance to test her. She will tend to any individual challenges as well. Greet her and then we will discuss further." My wolves lined up, each in full human form. Roberto was first, followed by Lottie. There were no problems until Georgette took her turn. Instead of the embrace and sniff, she bit Shari, hard. Shari's face went beet red but she remembered what I had told her and let it go. I saw her watching. Georgette and Roberto glared at her, making no attempt to hide their dislike of this situation and by proxy, their dislike of her. The two I had thought would challenge had made their intentions clear. She noted their looks and returned them with equal force. I also noticed the four who had kept their heads down and called them to my side, motioning them behind me. "Lottie, Ramon, Paul, Miranda you are mine." Those words placed them under my protection. Anyone who wanted to fight with them after the fact would have to go through me to do so. "OK Georgette. Do you want to challenge her?" Georgette said nothing but began a low rhythmic growl that I knew to mean she was working up to actually making an attack. I stepped forward and beckoned her over to me. "You can't attack her without formal announcement, Georgie. You definitely better think twice before you do it in my fucking home." I turned to look at Roberto. "What about you, my man?" "I smell her liking for painful pleasures, Shelly. Is that why you chose her? Were you going to hide her from us all summer until we made it impossible to do so?" I said nothing. I didn't owe any of them a damn thing, least of all an explanation. I knew Roberto would come up with something to appease the situation. "Shelly I challenge Shari to a hunt, to be conducted tonight, with no help from you. Any who find her will make her their meat. If she can survive one evening in our company, when we are blood lusting and hungry for battle, then I will withdrawal my formal challenge." I glanced at Shari. It was her choice, her decision. I knew before she ever opened her mouth just what she would say. "I accept." SHIT! After Shari accepted Berto's challenge, he and the rest of the pack left. I knew that she would have to be on the hunting grounds by midnight, which did not give me much time at all to prepare her. "Damn. I wish you wouldn't have accepted." I shook myself all over and then grabbed her up into a hug, before planting a moist kiss on her forehead. "Since you did, let me give you the particulars. You will not be allowed any weapons. Your clothing must be loose and dark colored. Any who find you can set a task for you. You can fight back, but I have told you before they are lukoi as I am. They will be damned difficult for you to hurt for any length of time." "The tasks can be anything: fucking, fighting, what have you. Knowing Berto, he will want you sexually. Georgette will want your blood on her hands, if at all possible. Avoid her completely if you can. The rest will not go easy on you. They accept you as potential pack material, but you must still prove yourself." Shari looked at me, her eyes giving away no clues to her inner thoughts. Finally, she spoke. "Georgette was supposed to be your mate, wasn't she?" I nodded. "I cut her loose right before I met you. She has no claim to my affection. It is merely the thought of being replaced by a mortal that pisses her off. It also makes her dangerous to you." I continued with my lesson. "If you survive, intact, until tomorrow morning at sun-up, the pack will accept you as my mate. Even though I have said you cannot bring a weapon, you may pick up anything you find in the woods to defend yourself. A thumb in the eyes will give you time to get away, just as a large stick across the back of the head." "Do not move carelessly. We are wolves. We can track you by scent alone and the night is our time. Do not attempt to hide in a tree all night, either. That will make this challenge forfeit and they can claim something else the next time, which will almost certainly result in your death." I took a moment to gather my thoughts and then I pulled her into a final hug. My teeth went unerringly to the side of her throat and I bit down, hard. She was mine, damn it, and the thought of anyone else touching her pissed me off, royally. "Come on, little love. Let's get you outfitted and get you to the hunting grounds." The next half hour was spent doing exactly that. Shari dressed in black jeans, a black t-shirt and black hiking boots. I had given her a small sachet, filled with some herbs to help mask her scent, which she wore around her neck on a black thong. Her hair had been pulled up, into a high ponytail and then twisted into a bun. She was as ready as I could officially make her. We arrived on my pack's grounds a little bit before midnight. Everyone was all ready there. Some were in human shape; others had chosen the form of the wolf. Shari got out of my car slowly and waited for me to join her. "OK, she is here. Tonight is the Hunt. The only rule is you do not kill her. If she cannot survive one night, I cannot comfortably accept her as my mate, anyway. I am returning home, now. I will see you all at sun-up." I turned and pulled Shari into my arms for one last hug. Then, I walked away. It was the hardest thing I had ever done in my life. "You have 30 minutes to try and escape us, little human. Better not waste your time." Shari in the woods The words struck a chord in Shari something animalistic and dark within her soul. She nodded briskly at Roberto and moved off, in to the dark forbidding shadows of the woods. She stopped twice. In the distance, she could hear the baying of wolves as they called to one another. Her own thoughts were muddied. How the hell had she gotten herself into this predicament? True, Shelly called to her...made her feel alive but to fight her way into this pack? What the hell had she been thinking? She gave a slightly sardonic grin and shook her head to negate her thoughts but they came unbidden, anyway. She knew what she had been thinking. Here was this woman. Strong, sure and in control who needed HER. What kind of person could defend himself or herself against that? Glancing around, she noted the quietness of the woods immediately to her left. She stepped beside the trunk of a huge oak and waited breathlessly. A furry head attached to an equally furry black and gray body, padded silently into view. The alert eyes searched the small space before giving a small shake and turning away. Shari knew it was a fake out but she stepped forward anyway, the rock rose above her head. The wolf snapped around to look at her and was met by the crash of the rock against its poor skull. The wolf dropped like a proverbial stone. Shari checked for breath and then moved on. A few minutes later she walked right into Roberto's waiting arms. "Fancy meeting you here." His voice was soft and seductive but his grip on her arms belied the impression of gentleness as he forced her up into a small clearing. "On your knees, little human." Shari dropped quickly to her knees before him and watched as he quickly unzipped and pulled his engorged member out. It was a large throbbing thing. His scent was vanilla and musk, earthy and delightful. The part of her that wanted to fight collapsed in upon itself as she saw what he had in store for her. He jerked her face up and slapped her face repeatedly with the length of his cock, until she took the hint and opened her mouth. His hands ripped her hair loose and he used her hair for a base as he eased his cock head into the warmth of her opened mouth. "Suck it." His voice sent shivers through her. The growling cadence, almost basso profundo in sound, turned her legs to mush. Shari clamped her lips and sucked him inside, gagging on the length as he began to forcefully fuck her face, ramming repeatedly, his hands gripping her hair hard enough to bring tears to her eyes. His release didn't take long but by the time he came, Shari had the beginnings of a class *A* headache. He released her with a laugh, pushing her back with a kick of his booted foot. "Run away, little human. I hope for your sake that you don't see me again." His mocking laughter followed her back into the tangle of woods and vines. As if her scent wasn't strong enough before, now she had a dampened crotch to go with it. Things could only get worse. Shari was lost. She had walked for what seemed to be hours and she had not seen anyone. Of course, her legs were tired. Her body ached. She felt like the pack was playing with her, waiting for her to fall or sit. "Fuck it," she murmured, "If they are waitin', I should oblige them." Finding a safe little area, Shari sat down, her back against the trunk of a tree. She kept a grip on both of her weapons and allowed her eyes to close momentarily. A sound, located off to her right, jerked her eyes wide. Her heart rate sped up. It seemed she had company. Standing slowly, she turned and watched as Georgette came through the trees. "Hey, bitch." Shari strode forward to meet her nemesis. Georgette was a pretty female: _mocha colored, long black hair, green slanted eyes. They were about evenly matched in height and weight but Shari knew that the girl wasn't human. This was going to be a fight. "You found me, whoop de do. I am so happy. What do you want?" Georgette never answered instead, she leaped at Shari, coming so fast that it was damn near impossible to check her progress. The first hit *BLAM* landed like a ton of bricks and knocked Shari into a tree. Shari lost the rock, but kept the stick. Her face felt as if something had cracked. She got up and shook her head, pain radiating out from her cheekbone. Georgette was circling her, landing furious blows to Shari's kidneys. The pain was intense but Shari fought it off, her body shaking with the need to sit, to lie down. "Are you angry, little wolf girl? Are you mad that this poor little human can give your pack leader something you can't? She likes my taste, you know. She likes my sounds and the way I give myself to her. She likes to hurt me and hold me. Are you mad, bitch? You should be." Shari's words were low and almost achingly hollow. She watched as Georgette's eyes bled from green to yellow. She saw the change happening, like she had watched Shelly's partial change before. Georgette's change didn't come nearly as fast and when she raised her snout to the sky, Shari struck. Using the length of wood, she landed a solid blow to Georgette's throat. Georgette's head snapped down and the change stopped as she struggled for air. Shari raked her eyes; hard enough to cause bleeding and then finished the job with a hard blow to the back of the girl's head. It was enough. Georgette dropped, her body shrinking back into the form of a woman, her head bleeding slightly from the blow. Shari wasted no time getting out of there. She backtracked to the tree and grabbed her rock before leaving that spot, and the girl, behind. She ran into 2 more wolves and dispatched them with solid blows to the skull from her handy rock. By then, morning birds were singing and she knew she could head back. She reached the clearing at daybreak and dropped to the ground. Georgette had hurt her, badly, but it didn't matter because she had won. She heard Shelly's voice, coming from far away. "She is MINE." It was enough.