0 comments/ 12979 views/ 13 favorites Slainte By: Giftofondine Author's Note: Decided to try my hand at a "realistic" werewolf story, yes I did just say that, without all the love at first sniff and machismo jealous nonsense. As an avid erotica reader I find these devices get old quick and I'm sharing in the hope that there might be some readers out there looking for other options too. How about some lusty prose about flawed people in compromising positions? I know we dabble in the realm of fantasy but I need a little more meat, in the how and why department not to mention on my characters' physical bodies. Here's hoping my blend tickles your fancy! Please comment, I'm a work in progress and appreciate feedback, just know the premise I'm aiming for strays a bit from the standard. Also, yet to find an editor so pardon the mess. Oh, and this is chapter one. Thanks for reading :-) ~ British Columbia The panting, grunting, and slapping of flesh flooded Tamsin's ears as her dog Singe hammered away at her pussy with his thick canid cock. Knowing how depraved an act she was committing only heightened the pleasure emanated out from her core. She ground sinfully into the relentless driving of Singe's hips who's tempo matched her thundering heart. His giant knot forced past the lips of her swollen wet pussy and ecstasy loomed close. The spectacular sensation, particularly the wide knot rubbing against the base of her clit as it breached her walls, satisfied a need in her she could not explain. Like a bitch in heat on hands and knees mounted and impaled by a 90lb beast, her lust-soaked brain could barely contemplate the knocking at the door. Who the fuck could be here? We're on the side of a mountain in a blizzard! She stifled a moan and tried extricating herself from underneath her randy lover but he just arched further forward slamming his cock back into her tender hole. Her pussy clenched in delight but concern for whoever was out in the severe snowstorm moved her from underneath her four-legged lover. Unfazed and undeterred with her standing up, Singe found the cum dripping out of her pussy with his tongue and began licking. Patting the dense fur of his head while his soft warm tongue caressed her, she mused, he really is the perfect height. Tamsin assessed what state of dress was best for greeting their unknown visitor since at present she wore only bodily fluids. As she went to retrieve clothing she motioned for Singe to hop up and lay down on the bed. She could count on Singe to come to her aid if threatened but figured his presence at the door might frighten unnecessarily. An open-palm hand signal gave the silent command for him to stay. Hastily pulling on a pair of sweatpants, then a bra and v-neck sweater, she made her way across the one room cabin. The wooden floorboards became cool as she moved further from the fire and her toes tingled at the change in temperature reminding her of nostalgic winters with her father. Before reaching the door she stopped to pick up the matte black Sig 9mm from her pack releasing the safety. The utilitarian weapon sent icicles across the heated skin of her back as she tested it against the band of her pants. Never can be too careful, right Dad? Taking a deep breath, she silently hoped for an uninjured hiker, then opened the door. "Oh, thank you. Sorry, I must have woken you." A large hooded figure loomed on the other side of the doorway. The quiet hush of snow falling in the darkness surrounded him. Swirling snowflakes highlighted the breadth of his massive shoulders taking up most of the doorway. His face in shadows, she could only distinctly see the predatory glint of his white teeth. "I'm a nature photographer and lost the trail back to my car when this snowstorm hit. I'd been walking for hours hoping to find the trail or some sort of shelter. When I saw the light of your cabin's windows I couldn't believe it." In truth, he'd been hiking up to her cabin, knowing she would not refuse a lost hiker in the storm. After a week of tracking her he admitted to himself the decision had been impulsive but the early snow provided the perfect device for making contact and he was not one to pass up such a boon. Looking at her disheveled tresses and generous curves haloed in firelight as the musk of sex steamed his nostrils he thanked his good fortune. Leaning his large frame forward, he removed the glove from his right hand and extended it. "Name's Munroe Scott." A broad white smile and an intense pair of brown eyes reflected no obvious hint of treachery but something prickled at the back of Tamsin's neck telling her to be wary of this dark stranger. Tamsin knew hospitality had a different meaning in the backcountry, people had to take care of each other, and she couldn't refuse him shelter. "Must have been quite a relief seeing the cabin." She extended her hand in greeting. "Tamsin Ulver. Please, come in out of the cold." As she took her hand back from his callused grip and motioned for him to enter, a rivulet of cum dripped down her inner thigh. Her legs rubbed together leaving a cool patch of moisture on the fabric. She suppressed a shiver and cursed his timing. Lit by firelight, the cabin enveloped Munroe in a welcoming warmth. The pervasive smell of sex in the one room cabin had his cock twitching and he was sure that even if he were human it would be recognizable. He had stood outside the door listening to her fucking the dog long before ever knocking. The sounds had driven him wild, containing his fist to only loud knocking had been a triumph of willpower, yet he relished in the fact that she'd not found release before he'd interrupted. Munroe had first seen her, scented her more like, waiting outside the door of the emergency entrance to the hospital she worked at. Tight fitting jeans had hugged her glorious ass and a v-neck shirt, not unlike the one she wore now, displayed the generous bounty of her ample breasts. His imagination took off envisioning her voluptuous body bare as she was mounted and penetrated moments ago, separated by a single wooden door he could have easily destroyed. Smiling to himself as he turned towards the present and the table in front of him, he slid the pack off his good shoulder and reflected, hot bitch doesn't even know what she is and is fucking her dog trying to satisfy her needs. Definite points for creativity. "So who's the sentinel on the bed?" Out of respect he glanced across the room without making direct eye contact with the large canine. Erect triangular ears rotated slightly, aware of the intruder, yet not hostile. Munroe could tell the dog obeyed his mistress well; he lay like a sphinx, poised and ready if needed, yet unmoved. "Ah, that's Singe. He's a little reserved with strangers, and a bit protective of me." She watched his face for a reaction to her words but he seemed unconcerned. Tamsin hoped he heeded the warning. Firelight revealed more of Munroe's features; laugh lines set soil-colored eyes on either side of his long broad nose. Dark stubble accentuated his powerful jaw and kissable full mouth. Easy there, Tam. She reminded herself of how far away from town and cell reception she was. She had barely made the drive up to the cabin in her all wheel drive vehicle as the snow had started falling heavily on the forgotten dirt road. The forty-minute drive from town with minimal service meant that she was completely on her own, alone with this man. She told herself to heed her own warnings. "Singe, huh? Was he in a fire?" He had taken off his parka and hung it on the back of the wooden chair. Sitting down, he began taking off his boots making sure to hide the twinge in his injured shoulder. Munroe thought it best not to reveal the injury given how quickly he would heal, as an ER nurse she might become suspicious. Tamsin couldn't help staring at him, for a big man he seemed to move with a graceful athleticism. And the honeyed tones of firelight reflecting in his raven hair had her dying to touch his silky strands. Her gaze flowed to thick-corded muscle running down the side of his neck and under the collar of his sweater. Further tempting her fingers, she contemplated the smooth warmth of his naked caramel flesh. Being interrupted mid-coatis had left her quite unsatisfied it seemed and this man was only adding to the ache of her pussy. Raw and still on the edge of arousal, Tamsin tried to maintain her composure and remembered to respond to his question. "Not quite. It might be hard to see in this light but he's grey and brown with black tips. When I found him I thought it looked like he had been burnt on the ends." The day Singe had found her more like. He'd followed her when she'd been walking home from work in Northern Idaho. Wolf-like in size and coloring she'd been cautious but his lolling tongue and waging tail through her kitchen window had finally won her over... Glancing up at her, Munroe saw the affection in her grey-blue eyes, "What kind of dog is he? And where would you like for me to put these?" He raised the dripping items in question. "I think he's shepherd and rottweiler with maybe some husky. Hard to say for sure. And by the fire to dry out might be best. You can do the same for your pants too." Munroe rose directly in front of her. His powerful frame overwhelmed her five foot nine height. She guessed him to be around six foot four, a bit taller than she remembered father. As he brushed by to set the boots next to the hearth, her breath caught. He smelled of the woods and a masculine musk, her body's response betraying her already aroused state, and she couldn't help from clenching secretly. He had entered her personal space intentionally and his superior nose scented her renewed physical response. He tried to mask his satisfied grin. "You want my pants off that quick?" Munroe began unbuttoning his fly; he knew it wouldn't be that easy to entice her but to know her arousal now focused on him made him bold. Broad hands moving at his crotch mesmerized her and she idly wondered if she'd truly become victim to her lust. It was as if he knew and bated her with his actions. With hunched shoulders and hips thrust forward he looked like her mountain man wet dream preparing to disrobe and ravage her. Carhart pants, made of a thick mustard-colored denim, encased his considerable muscular thighs while a brown and green wool sweater fit snuggly to the large expanse of his chest. Rugged and densely built, his warm brown skin glowed from the light of the fire, like a grizzly bear she thought, cunning like one too I bet. It's in his eyes. Tamsin felt skittish and put the table between them being careful not to reveal the gun resting coolly at her lower back. "I assumed you'd want out of them seeing as though they're soaked through to your knees." She turned her head to keep from staring further at his groin even though she wanted to see what he might offer. "Can I offer you something to eat? Drink?" "Water would be most appreciated. And I don't want to trouble you but I'm starved for something besides my protein bars." "Sure. Let me get you some water and how about a ham sandwich?" "Great." While Munroe laid out his wet clothing Tamsin slapped together a quick sandwich. After putting it in front of him she retreated to the far side of the table again. Watching Munroe eat, his lavish mouth wrapping around the slices of bread and seeing the sides of his jaw move, Tamsin's core pulsed wanting to know how those lips, tongue, and teeth might feel on her. Her body seemed to know something she didn't. He overwhelmed her senses, something about him put her on edge. He emanated a controlled power, as if his easy manner hid a prowling predator. And the way he watched her from those hooded dark eyes, as if she were his quarry. The whole reason she had come north for two weeks had been to take stock of her life. Remove herself from the demands of her schedule and obligations so she might gain some perspective. Tamsin knew her love life was part of her frustrations, or the lack there of, she scoffed. She felt caught in a series of unfulfilling relationships where she always felt she had to hold back some part of herself. She had loved a few, yes, but somehow no one had inspired those parts of her that sought love, respect, challenge, and depravity. She'd never felt she could trust to share those deep cravings of wanton sexual acts and domination while still being respected as a strong independent woman. While Munroe finished eating Tamsin had to release some of her restless energy so set herself to preparing for a stranger sleeping in her cabin. Gathering a blanket from the foot of her bed she praised Singe for his obedience, stroking the fine fur on the side of his face and cooed at him quietly. She tried in vain to brushed aside her frustrations, some matters require more vigorous petting to be relieved. Munroe watched intently, enjoying the shape of her full breasts as she reached over to pet her dutiful companion. He wanted to run his hand across her cheek and test his theory on how soft her strawberry and cream skin really was. He envisioned caressing the side of her neck, brushing her auburn locks, roaming lower over her hourglass curves, and feeling their suppleness with firm strokes. Then his eyes wandered down to her ass and he wanted to slap it, feel her quiver, and tell her how only bad girls fuck their dogs. His cock affirmed the sentiment with a twitch. And her lush cleavage made his hand itch to delve deep. He'd find one of her nipples and roll it around between his thumb and forefinger then pinch it. How would she react? he wondered. Her scent intoxicated him and he admitted it was icing on the cake, even without her heritage he'd have wanted her. Scenting her at the hospital that day, one week ago, had been shocking. And he'd been even further surprised when some investigating revealed that she had no Were connections; father was human and had passed away, her mother and that side of the family MIA. At 29 she must be going crazy wondering what was missing, her budding first heat cycle and impending change. Blooded werewolves entered into maturity in their mid twenties, mother nature's version of Were puberty he'd always joked. The first heat had to be consummated by another Were in order for the individual to change forms. Munroe was all too willing to help Tamsin with consummation since it included biting her while sharing seminal and vaginal fluids. What must she be going through not know what she was? Her body thrumming with hormones and cravings. Maybe her first heat cycle was delayed because she had no proximity to other Weres and their hormones? Munroe had never heard of a lone blooded werewolf yet to take the change but he would be more than happy to remedy her problem. Initially he had been following her in the hope of finding a way to tell her, it seemed she had no idea of her heritage. Quite a challenge imagining how to broach the topic. "Hey, you're a werewolve soon to be in heat that needs to be fucked, cummed in, and bitten in order to change into your other form. I'm the stand up guy that can help you with that." Yeah, okay. When he'd found her he'd been in the middle of a manhunt, as an officer for The Council of Weres his duties mirrored that of a human police officer, and thankfully another officer had gotten lucky with their case. When Weres broke Council law he brought them in to receive trial, so free from his obligation, he'd picked up Tamsin's trail two days later. Females of his kind, especially independent ones, were rare and often subject to rape and even kidnapping. Because of the pervasive theory that wolves live in dominance hierarchies with aggressive "alphas" many werewolf communities adopted or were forced into such pack structures. The Council had been created to trying and change that. Females became the most common victims to the abuse meted out by sexist egomaniacs and their brainwashed followers. Turning a human was risky and often unsuccessful and with low birth rates females were highly desired and even hoarded, like chattel. Munroe's sister had suffered at the hands of a delusional "Alpha" and he felt an obligation to protect Tamsin from such a fate and that meant telling her who she was, and what she would become. Plus, tending to a bitch during her heat had obvious perks, at least a week of perks. When he'd first found her he'd been worried she'd been unknowingly exposed to others of their kind with her ripening scent, and his healing shoulder sorely reminded him how right he'd been. The rogue male had been so focused on hunting her he'd been careless and not too happy to find Munroe also on her trail. Focusing back on Tamsin as she carried over a pillow and blanket to the couch, he convinced himself she deserved to know the truth before anything else. Hardening his resolve he gruffly thanked her for the bedding, lay back, and shut his eyes. ~ Light that filtered through evergreen boughs rose up like gilded columns in a secluded grove. Kneeling before him on a blanket of needles, she smelled the sweat of a hot day's work on his skin as her hands roamed his bare powerful thighs. His cock stood proudly before her and her teasing nails entered his dense dark hair just shy of touching it. Playing with the springy curls and teasing the pendulous sack that stored his seed she was careful to avoid the object of her desire. Not wanting to touch his shaft just yet she rocked her head back and looked into his eyes. He took hold of his long thick cock and began stroking. He knew she craved his cock and reveled in the power her ardor gave him. Finally slowing, he pulled his foreskin back to reveal his engorged head. Salivating at the sight of his self-pleasure, she couldn't help from licking her lips and squeezing her core. She wanted to feel him inside her mouth but liked the game they played too much and let him set the pace. He brushed himself over her fleshy pink lips, rubbing in the salty dew at his tip. She slowly extended her tongue to taste him, flicking back and forth along the small opening. Then she rolled her tongue under his sensitive head to the straining sinew he exposed for her where shaft met head. A proud groan vibrated through his whole body. Spit pooled on her tongue and she licked it around the engorged end of his cock preparing to take him into her warm mouth. Stretching her mouth wide as her tongue cradled his head, she begged to please him with her eyes. Gazing down fondly at her upturned face and exposed breasts he nodded and her hands wrapped around his girth as her warm wet mouth took him in. The air in his lungs left him and he groaned taking in a deep breath. Up and down her fist pumped as her mouth sucked him in and out, her tongue flicking furiously at his head the whole time. His hand descended, resting on her auburn hair, gripping firmly as his hips began thrusting into her experienced touch. Her moaning sent vibrations across the length of his shaft tightening the root of his pleasure and his sack lifted in anticipation. "Yes, just like that. I'm going to cum down your throat." Dew pooled at the entrance of her pussy with his declaration. The knowledge of how well she pleased him stiffened her nipples and sent ripples of clenching through her sheath. Pleading moans signaled her approval and with a growl he pumped shot after shot of his hot seed against the back of her throat. The twitching shaft her lips wrapped so lovingly around gave her the gift she craved and greedily each pulse was taken in by her willing body. Her tongue worship his softening flesh, licking long gentle lines that extended his pleasure. Tamsin woke with a start. Sweat moistened her brow and her whole body felt flush with sexual tension. It took her a moment to remember where she was; at her late father's cabin an hour north of Vancouver, not the warm grove of her dream. Awareness set in when she heard the deep even breathing of a man. The night had started with an early fall snowstorm, her naughty playtime with Singe, and then the attractive stranger's interruption. The reminder of how close she'd come to release with her dog's cock deep in her hungry pussy had a hand creeping towards her hot core. A finger slid along her moist pussy. Dare I? I've got to be nuts doing this with him here. She stroked up and down her fur-lined slit savoring the texture and figured the man on her couch would be too tired to wake to her quiet movements since he'd all but passed out after handing him a pillow and blanket. Nor did she doubt he would mind if she used him for inspiration, what man would. Slainte Ch. 02 Roisin could not focus on the conversation. Her friends bantered and she felt like a spectator. Detached by her thoughts and sparks of sensation throughout her body. She knew she must be flush and her increased heart rate was helping speed the alcohol's effects. Why was her nose tingling? She kept wanting to inhale deeply to feel the sensation. To intensify it. Her nipples contracted. The growing buds pushed into the lacey texture of her bra. A warmth began to spread out of her center and she clenched. What is going on? Why am I getting all hot and bothered? There's quite a bit of eye candy here but I'm not that much of a tramp... ...am I? Jonathan noticed her grin and inquired with his eyes. Her feigned response only sparked his curiosity. He made his way around to where she was standing. "Am I missing something darlin'?" Roisin supposed that since she obviously was too she'd spare him the details of her physiological response. "Just enjoying the view." "Right, that's right." He gave her shoulder a bump with his own. "My girl had any satisfaction lately? Of the human variety?" "I'm sorry to say that as of late it's just been of the plastic, well, silicone variety." Jonathan's scoff and light laughter settled Roisin's jumpiness a bit. Her friend always chided her for being too selective choosing sexual partners. Her smile anticipated his response. "Ro! You're more of a randy goat than I am! It's been what? Almost two years since...? I'm not saying you have to be like Bri and free love everybody" Roisin leered at him. He ignored the obvious attempt to derail him with hints at their shared past, "I just wish you'd enjoy the company and comfort a fling could offer. You don't have to be with someone for ever!" "Mmm, yes, maybe I should seek solace in the arms of a friend. A close friend. Just for some mutual satisfaction, right?" Her tone was playful but he stiffened slightly. As a teenager Jonathan had fought his sexual preference for men. He'd tried to cover up his homosexuality with a girlfriend a one point but they'd never done more than kiss a few times. Roisin had not been that girlfriend. She had been his first sexual partner. As much as he thought people fell on a spectrum of straight to gay, he knew he landed far on the gay end. Roisin had been the exception. At home one afternoon hanging out in his room, they had grown bolder and more comfortable talking about sex. Sixteen year olds with raging hormones, they'd begun talking about masturbation. Roisin let it slip that she had tried using a candle inside herself. How it had made her orgasm so much stronger. Emboldened by her admission and a lust he attributed only to his constant horniness, he'd confessed to playing with the handle of a screwdriver. Her devilish grin and sparkling eyes had hardened his twitching cock. He still remembered her chest rising and the slick pink tip of her tongue emerging from between her lips. How she'd pulled it back into her mouth as if only realizing after what she may have signaled. "I'm sorry Jon. I didn't mean to go down that rabbit hole with you." His eyes met hers in the present but she could see he was still in the past. He still longed for a partner that was as passionate and giving as she had been. How they had explored each other's pleasure through their physical bodies the last two years of high school was still the best sex of his life. Perhaps the nostalgia and newness of discovery made it seem more than it was. He'd had the bond of friendship but not the intimate connection of being in love. They had both realized that. Regardless, he could cherish the memory and her gift. And keep searching. "It's cool lady friend." His wistful expression signaled his journey back in time was almost over. "Just made me realize I shouldn't pester you about wanting more." Glistening with moisture instead of the carnal lust of his memories, Roisin's eyes revealed the depth of emotion he had tapped. Her voice was a little clouded when she smiled and said, "thanks, buddy." Slainte The proud delicate nub she sought with the tip of her finger was not to be denied again. Tamsin stroked her clit with urgency as she envisioned Munroe's broad shoulders towering over her, his callused finger replacing hers, and his raven head bent down to suck on her sensitive nipple. Soon it was hard to tell just how much noise she was making with blood pumping loudly in her ears but she was beyond caring, needing the tension to break within her body. Her other hand sought a stiff tender nipple, pinching it roughly and releasing over and over mimicking the suckling it desired. Waves of pleasure crashed through her and she rode out her climax gently fondling her folds as peace radiated through her. Moments later, getting up quietly, she used the bathroom and got a glass of water. The hearth fire had be stoked and given more fuel after she'd fallen asleep for it heated the one room cabin excessively. Walking back Tamsin tried not to disturb the sleeping giant of her lust on the couch but as she passed behind, his bare upper body covered in accentuating black hair compelled her to pause. He too must have found the cabin warm for he had taken off his tee shirt and the blanket draped loosely over his hips and thighs. The dark matt of fur emphasizing his massive chest and trailing towards his cock tempted her fingers to explore under the tented blanket. Her skin dully ached to touch him and be touched by him in return. As she scanned up his bitable forearm she noticed a large wound that spanned his left shoulder. Gaging by the color it must have been at least a few days old. "You weren't supposed to see that." Munroe's husky voice startled her and she froze when his large hand locked around her wrist. "I - I'm a nurse. It just looked... painful. What happened?" Tamsin gasped when he drew her arm across the low back of the couch then put her middle finger into his hot wet mouth. Every nerve ending on that one finger came alive, pulsing out to the rest of her body. His tongue caressed so erotically it took a moment to do more than just enjoy the sensation. When she finally tried pulling her hand back his grip tightened. "Give me back my hand." Tamsin froze, staring him down. "Not yet." His voice low and rough, the vibration of it coursed up through her.