9 comments/ 25306 views/ 4 favorites The Legend By: barbarianqueen She knew the legend. She took the tour to see the purported site. It was actually quite beautiful. Rumor said that the legend still lived and young girls were sent every full moon. She was curious. There would be a full moon in several nights. She went to back to the site that night after dark and hid in the shadows. A huge form came out of the caves. It resolved into a massive male shape carrying the limp body of a girl. He laid her on a low stone altar and carefully, gently arranged her. Then his head bowed. His pose was one of extreme sadness. She heard him sigh. He returned to the caves. Suddenly, she heard a sound behind her. She didn't want to be caught spying, so she slipped through the shadows and into the cave. Villagers had come for the body. She watched as they sadly put it on a stretcher and carried it away. She waited until she could no longer hear them. As she was about to leave the cave, large hands fastened on her arms. A deep voice said something in her ear. Heart pounding, she whispered, "I don't understand." "Why are you here?" said the voice softly. "You are not the offering. It is too soon." "I was curious," she replied. She could feel him behind her. His hands still held her. She was well and truly caught, so she decided to ask the questions bothering her. "Why do you kill them?" A soft sigh. "It is not meant," he replied. "It is my nature, I must use them. And they die of me." He paused. "They are so afraid." "The legend..." she whispered. 2 "Yes." "Does no one ever come to you willing?" "No," he sighed. She turned her head to see him. She did not see the monster she expected. Long, dark hair. Intense golden eyes. Her breathing quickened. He was breathtakingly handsome. And completely nude. "What would happen if someone came willingly to you?" she whispered. His golden eyes gazed at her in sadness. "No one will," he replied. "The part of the legend not well known is that if a woman comes to me of her own will, the curse can be broken and the village freed of their obligation." He sighed again. "No one will," he repeated. His deep, soft voice made her knees weak. Her heart wanted him and her mind was screaming at her to tear free and run as far and as fast as she could. His hold on her had loosened. She turned to face him and took a deep breath. "Please," she whispered, "I will come to you if you wish it." "Why?" he demanded. His hands tightened on her arms. She put her hands on his muscular chest. "Because I wish to," she whispered. Before she could change her mind, she began to unbutton her clothes. Soon, she was nude before him. He touched her breasts gently. Her nipples hardened under his hands. "Come," he said. He led her deep into the caves. It was a true labyrinth, and she knew that she 3 could never find her way out again. He led her to the center where he lived. He picked her up and laid her on his bed. He was huge. His phallus had begun to swell and it would be enormous. He stroked her body, arousing her. "Must I bind you?" he asked. She smiled, aroused by the thought. "If you wish," she replied and offered her wrists to him. Golden fire flashed in his eyes. He smiled. He breath caught. He was beautiful! And he tied her, spread her for his taking. His phallus was now fully erect, hard, thick, and long. He moved over her and pushed just the tip into her. She knew he would hurt. She didn't care. She raised her hips to him. He plunged completely into her, hard and fast. She arched and screamed. Another hard, deep thrust. Another. She thrashed and screamed. He filled her, stretched her, HURT her. He pumped hard and fast into her, deep ripping penetrations that made her scream and scream. Her climax was hard and long. Her body rigid with the climactic spasms, throbbing, quivering, as he thrust and thrust into her. Another hard climax. Another. He finally pulsed his own massive, hot climax hard and deep into her. She lay limp, trembling. He was still hugely erect. She looked up at him, eyes soft with desire. "Again," he said and thrust hard into her. She moaned and writhed. A peculiar twisting thrust sent waves of pain laced pleasure through her. She arched and screamed. Again. She pushed her hips into his twisting lunges, screaming, climaxing, as he used her for hours. His erection never diminished. He kept pounding at her quivering, 4 thrashing body. Wave after wave of intense pain and pleasure poured through her. She screamed until she could not scream any more. She moaned and thrashed, whimpered and climaxed. And begged for more. Every savage, immense penetration made her spasm. Her body throbbed with continuous climax. He pulsed his own hot climaxes deep in her again and again. A final, brutally savage thrust and a massive pulsing, throbbing climax. He slowly withdrew from her. She still climaxed as the friction of his withdrawal sent rivers of pleasure along her nerves. He sat back on his heels, still between her legs. She was limp, exhausted, sated. He touched her breasts. She trembled and moved into his touch. He stroked her clitoris. She moaned and arched up to his hand. Softly, constantly, he stroked, pinched, and probed her. She was soon writhing, aroused. His eyes gleamed. And his massive erection swelled longer, thicker, harder. He untied her and turned her over. He lifted her hips and thrust deeply into her from behind. She arched and screamed hoarsely. He was bigger than before. His hard, ripping thrusts pushed deep into her tender body. He held her hips tight as he pounded at her. Hard, fast, excruciatingly deep. She began climaxing, hard, throbbing around his massive erection. On and on until she could only whimper and climax as the intense pleasure built in her, coursed through her, aroused her to insatiability. Hours more on her knees as he thrust and thrust deep into her throbbing body. Final, savage, twisting thrusts as he poured another hot climax deep into her. He withdrew from her. She collapsed on the bed. 5 He pulled her into his arms and stroked her as she lay limp against him. He looked down at her. She lay, eyes closed, smiling slightly. Her pounding heart slowed to normal and she slipped into sleep. He laid her gently among the pillows and furs and watched her sleep. When she awoke, he had food and drink for her. He showed her where she could bathe and refresh herself. She went back to him. He looked down at her, his golden eyes gleaming. He put his hands on her shoulders. She smiled up at him, her boding tingling at his touch. He pushed her gently down on the bed and moved over her. His phallus was already huge and hard. She reached down to stroke him and feel the heat and hardness of him in her hands. She guided him to her. He eased gently into her. He stretched and filled her and pushed into her until his hips pushed against hers. She felt him softly pulsing in her, arousing her. She kissed him deeply and looked into his eyes. "As you wish," she whispered, moving her hips against him. He eased back and then slammed hard and deep into her. She arched and screamed. The pain of his massive phallus ripped into her, the friction weaving pleasure through her body. Again and again. He plunged into her deep, hard, over and over until she shrieked in climax, clutching his hips to her, her body rigid and spasming in a long, hard climax. Long hours, he thrust into her. She thrashed and screamed and climaxed over and over. He took her until her climaxes were so close together they were almost constant. He pulsed hot climaxes deep into her throbbing, quivering body again and again. He slowly withdrew from her. She 6 writhed and arched up to him, wanting him in her as long as possible. He stroked her body, teasing her, arousing her. He began licking her nipples, sucking them, teasing them with his tongue and teeth. She moaned and writhed, holding him to her, arching up to his mouth, aroused, quivering. He pulled her up to sit astride his phallus. He held her with just the tip in her. Then he pushed up into her as he pulled her down hard onto his immense erection. She climaxed, screaming, as he buried himself deep in her. She writhed on him, moving with him, increasing the friction of his massive phallus moving in and out of her quivering body. Her climaxes came hard and fast as she writhed on the pillar of flesh impaling her. On and on, she writhed and climaxed on him, her eyes hot with desire, locked on his. Finally, he held her tight, motionless against him as he pulsed his hot, hard climax deep into her throbbing body. She sagged against him, breathing heavily, throbbing hard around his hot, hard erection. He lifted her off of him. She moaned in protest. "Shh," he whispered, kissing her gently. "I have just begun." He laid her down and tied her again. He covered her with his heavy body. He thrust hard and deep into her. She screamed and thrashed as he ripped deep into her again and again. Long, hard, savage penetrations that wove pain and pleasure together into ecstasy and pulsed it through her body in wave after wave of intense sensation. She writhed, thrashed, screamed, and climaxed for hours and hours as he pounded into her, his immense, hot, hard phallus ripping deep into her over and over. She had no concept of time. She only wanted him in her, hurting her, pleasuring her. On 7 and on until she could only gasp and climax, writhing and thrashing. His hot pulsing climaxes intensified her sensations. Yet he did not diminish as he climaxed with her again and again. He used her to total exhaustion until she lay limp under him, completely sated. Then he began moving slowly in and out of her, just letting his immense phallus stimulate her with the slow friction. She lay still under him, quivering, throbbing with sudden climaxes. He kept on and on. Long, slow movements that pulsed waves of pleasure through her trembling, quivering body. He used her slow and long and then hard and fast, making her thrash, scream, and climax over and over. Finally, he withdrew from her. He untied her and carried her to the bathing pool. He carried her into the pool and gently bathed her until she revived enough to stroke his body. "This is the full moon," he said softly. "There is something we must do." He carried her back to the chamber and clothed her in a soft silk robe the color of his golden eyes. He put on a matching robe and led her to the cave entrance. There they waited just inside. Soon the villagers came with a softly weeping girl dressed in white. The mayor called out. He looked down at her and smiled slightly. With his arm around her shoulder, he took her outside. Their appearance caused a sudden silence. He kept his arm around her and went to the girl in white. He lightly touched her cheek and asked a question. The 8 girl shuddered, and hung her head. A sharp word from the mayor. The girl flinched and then nodded her head. He sighed and then spoke so the woman beside him could understand. "You of the village have sent offerings to me through the ages. These young women were always afraid and they died." He looked down at the woman beside him and smiled. "This woman came to me freely and without fear." He touched the girl in white again. "I thank you for your offerings past and present." He stepped back. "You are now free of the obligation. This woman has freed us all. Take your young woman and return to your homes." He again smiled and but both arms around the woman at his side. They backed into the caves. The villagers stood stunned for a few minutes. Then they went back to their village with the relieved young girl. He smiled down at her again. "I would keep you forever," he whispered. Her eyes lit with desire. "If only that were possible," she replied softly. "But I am human and will eventually die." He held her tight against him. "If you stay with me," he said softly, "I can prolong your life. You will not age. And I may enjoy you forever." Her breathing quickened and her body heated with the thought of having him use her over and over. "Please!" she whispered, "yes!" He picked her up and carried her back to his chamber. He removed her robe and his own. "Shall I bind you?" he asked softly, golden eyes blazing, hands stroking her breasts. 9 "If you wish," she murmured. He laid her on the bed and tied her wrists and ankles. She twisted a bit, offering her bound body to him. He covered her and thrust hard and deep into her, his massive erection ripping, penetrating her as she arched and screamed. Hard, savage thrusts again and again. She thrashed, screamed, climaxed over the long hours that he thrust and plunged into her, occasionally pulsing his own hot climax deep into her. He would occasionally pause to allow her a brief rest as he remained hard in her quivering body. He looked down at her and smiled at her. She stretched against him, savoring his huge hardness deep in her. He began moving again. Long, slow, deep thrusts that had her writhing and climaxing, urging him on. Hours and hours of long, slow thrusts. Her body trembled and throbbed and he kept on using her to climax again and again. Then he plunged hard into her. She thrashed and screamed, arching up to his savage, deep penetrations. On and on to screaming climax again and again until she was limp, sated, exhausted. He paused, pulsing deep in her as she throbbed and quivered around him. He looked down at her, deep into her eyes soft with desire. He jerked his hips, thrusting his massive, hard erection deep into her. She gasped and arched in response. His smile was brilliant as he thrust hard into her again. She arched again, throbbing in climax. "Ahhh," she moaned, arching her hips hard against him. He leaned down, pressing his hips hard against her, pulsing hot in her. "I am very hungry," he whispered, jerking his hips against her. 10 She gasped again as his huge, hot erection penetrated hard into her. "Hungry?" she gasped. "Oh, yes," he murmured in her ear. "Very hungry." Thrust. "Ahh," she moaned, arching into him again. "Yes," he whispered. "I think I will feast on you." A very hard thrust. "For a long, long time." And he began pounding deep and hard into her, savage, twisting thrusts deep into her. She arched and screamed and screamed as he kept ripping into her. Hour after hour of hard, massive thrusts, ripping deep into her thrashing, quivering body until she climaxed long, hard, again and again. He paused again as she lay limp, gasping under him. He kissed her softly. Her eyes were dreamy with desire. She smiled up at him, panting slightly, savoring the hot hardness deep in her. Her body was quivering, throbbing, aching from him, wanting him to pleasure her, hurt her, take her. "Are you still hungry?" she whispered. He was still kissing her, pulsing in her. "Very hungry," he murmured. "Good," she sighed. "Please continue your feast," she murmured, stretching against him. He smiled down at her. "How long may I feast?" he whispered. "Please!" she whispered, arching up to him, "forever!" His mouth came down on herd, hard, demanding. And he thrust savagely hard, twisting into her as she screamed and climaxed. On and on. Forever. The Legend There is a legend in Northern Michigan about a clan of the Dog-Man that has been around since the late 1700s. Many people have claimed to have seen it, from woodsman to elderly women to teenagers who party in some of the forests around here. No one has attempted to explain where or how this creature originated, until now. Before white people ever stepped foot on this land, a set of twins were born into the Wolf Clan. Children such as these had never been seen before. Instead of the black hair of their people, these children had gray hair like the elders of the tribe. Their eyes were silver rather than the dark brown of their parents. The village was very leery of these children and no other children were allowed to play with them. The twins became used to playing together and once they learned to walk, often played in the forest around the village. Many times they would play in the stream where the tribe gathered their water. Soon the braves began to complain of no animals left in the forest for them to hunt. They were unable to fill the food larders for winter and the people would certainly starve. At the same time, the women were no longer able to catch fish in the stream. The stream was drying up and the only fish left were the young, too small to gather enough to feed the families. The Chief called a meeting of the warriors in the tribe. All but the father of the twins attended. As the pipe was passed from hand to hand, the medicine man called upon the Great Spirit to sit with them. The other men in the lodge chanted, asking for the Great Spirit to give them knowledge, help them to keep their families from starving. When the chanting quieted down, a large dark shadow filled one corner of the lodge. Everyone listened as the Spirit explained that the twins were ancestors of the first four wolf brothers. The Blue Wolf, the Black Wolf and the White Wolf all went to live underground. Only the Gray Wolf remained on top and the Great Spirit said the children must be turned over to him. The Chief called for the father of the twins and told him what must be done for the good of the people. Although their parents were heartbroken, they knew the good of the tribe must come first and reluctantly agreed. The next morning, the mother packed extra food for the children and led them to the place where the stream joined the river. Since the first wolves came from the water, a special friendship grew between The Turtle and the Wolf Clan. The Turtle was to carry the twins to the Gray Wolf. The mother helped the children onto Turtles back and stood at the shore until she could see them no more. The Turtle swam all day and all night. The next morning the children woke up and found The Turtle walking on the beach. Standing among the trees was the Gray Wolf. :Welcome, little ones," he said. The children slid off Turtle's back and followed the Gray Wolf to his home. For many years the children grew in the home of the Gray Wolf. They played with his children, learning how to hunt and fish. Sometimes they would see other villages on their journeys but never did they approach them. As the years passed, the children grew into young adults. All around them their childhood friends began to find mates but there were no mates for the children. One day the young boy, now called White Dog, asked the Gray Wolf why he could not mate with the village people. The Gray Wolf told him his place was now among the Wolf family. The boy protested that none of the female wolves would mate with him because he was different. His sister, White She Wolf, was having the same problems. None of the male wolves would take her as his mate. That is how it would always be the Gray Wolf told the boy, they truly had no place in either world. The boy told his sister what the Gray Wolf had said. His sister cried, knowing she would never have a husband or family of her own. Her tears upset her brother so that he promised her they would run away together, find someplace where no one knew them and have a family. On the night that marked the beginning of their eighteenth year as they snuck away, believing the wolf family to be asleep. The Gray Wolf opened one eye and watched. Knowing that it was a great dishonor to mate with a family member, the Gray Wolf felt he had no choice but to call upon the Great Spirit to confront the pair. As soon as the couple found a cave to live in, the Great Spirit came to both of them in their dreams. Both of them were told that grave danger lie ahead if they continued with their plans to live as man and wife. The next morning, neither of the siblings would tell the other about their dreams. They were both so desperate for love and acceptance that they kept quiet. As the sun was setting that day, White Dog repeated the words he had often heard Gray Wolf say when a man had chosen his mate. When the sun hid behind the trees, the couple walked into their home as man and wife for the first time. Once inside the darkness of their cave, White Dog reached for White She Wolf. As they grew up with the wolf family, they had not had any need for clothes since they left their parent's village so many years ago. The only times the couple had ever seen any mating was with the wolves, they knew of no other ways. White Dog licked and sucked on his sisters nipples until they swelled in his mouth. One of his hands slipped down her body to cup her sex and her moan of pleasure rippled through the still air. As his fingers caressed her, White She Wolf sank to the floor of the cave on all fours. White Dog quickly joined her and sniffed at her sex to see if she was ready. When his nose was near that seething opening, White She Wolf pushed her hips back at him, coating his nose with her juices. Surprised, White Dog pulled back and flicked out his tongue to get rid of the dampness now coating his nose. After tasting how good it was, White Dog buried his face in her pussy, his tongue lapping away at the delicious nectar he found there. White She Wolf's moans grew even louder and remembering the warning from the Great Spirit in his dream, White Dog knew he needed to quiet her. His sister-wife was enjoying what he was doing to her and White Dog wondered how it would feel if she were to use her mouth on him. Without taking his tongue from her, he turned to present his hard throbbing cock to her. Her soft tongue hesitantly touched the head of his cock, gently tasting his pre-cum. With another moan, her lips wrapped around his swollen prick, pulling him into her mouth. It felt so good that it was White Dog's turn to moan in pleasure and as he did, his tongue slipped over the hard nub at the top of White She Wolf's pussy. He felt her whole body shiver in response and she greedily sucked more of his cock into her warm mouth. White Dog groaned again before wrapping his lips around her clit, sucking and licking at it. White She Wolf's entire body was rocking now and he had a hard time keeping his mouth on that nub so he reached up with his hands and spread her pussy lips apart, exposing it better. One of White Dog's fingers accidentally slipped into her pussy and White She Wolf shoved her hips back hard, taking that finger deeper inside her. White Dog could feel the muscles inside gripping his finger as she rocked back and forth. As she used his finger to please herself, White She Wolf rocked her mouth up and down on his hard cock, her fingernails teasing his balls. White Dog quickly placed his mouth back on her pussy, trying to get his tongue in with his finger to muffle his own moans of pleasure but unable to do that, he began using his tongue on her clit again. Suddenly White She Wolf's body tensed above him before she began pumping herself up and down on his finger. White Dog could feel something bumping against his fingertip as it went even deeper inside her. The muscles of her pussy clenched around his finger tighter and then began to throb around him, the muscles rippling faster and faster. His cock was released from her mouth as she loudly cried out in pleasure. Slowly the muscles in her pussy quit clenching around his finger and White Dog rose up off the floor of their cave. Walking on his knees, White Dog moved behind White She Wolf and gripped his cock in one hand, using it to find the tunnel where his finger had been. Placing his other hand around one of her hips, White Dog slowly entered that wet tight passage until he felt the barrier against the tip of his cock that he had felt with his finger just a few minutes earlier. White She Wolf became fearful and tried to crawl out from underneath her brother-husband but he quickly bent over her exposed back and sunk his teeth into her neck as he had seen many males do to their mates. By bending over like that, he had forced his way past that barrier and heard White She Wolf cry out in pain as he sunk deeper inside her. White Dog could feel her pussy muscles contracting, trying to push out the painful intruder but with his teeth gripping the back of her neck and his hands on her hips, he held her in place. Finally, her whimpers of pain died away and her body relaxed so White Dog began slowly moving inside her. After a few minutes, White She Wolf began to rock back, meeting his thrusts. Now that White She Wolf was willing surrendering her body to him, there was no need for White Dog to hold her in place and he removed his teeth from the back of her neck. The full moon outside cast its light into the cave and White Dog was able to see a faint trail of blood on his cock as he pumped in and out of his new mate. Reaching underneath her, White Dog pinched her nipples and was rewarded as she rocked faster and harder. He was able to sit still as his sister-wife fucked him until her body once more tensed, tightening around him before the muscles of her pussy exploded once more, going into spasms around the length of his cock. His balls tightened; his fingers left her nipples to once more grip her hips as he plowed into her fast and hard until his own release came. His shout of pleasure joined hers to echo off the walls of their cave and float out onto the night as they came together. They collapsed to the floor of their cave, still joined together. Slowly White Dog's cock softened and he slipped out of his sister-wife's pussy. White She Wolf moaned at how empty she felt without him inside her and lifted her hips off the floor, trying to capture him again. Her brother-husband lay down beside her and pulled her close to him so they could drift to sleep with her head on his shoulder. As they slept their combined cum, tinged pink from the blood of her maidenhood, seeped out of her pussy, across her thigh and onto the rock floor beneath her. The Earth Mother was very disturbed to feel the blood from such a couple flow into her ground. The Great Spirit was saddened and disappointed that the siblings turned lovers had ignored the warnings. Together, Earth Mother and the Great Spirit plotted a punishment for the young couple. Early the next morning, White Dog woke up. As he lay there he felt the warmth of his sister-wife beside him and remembered the events of the night before. Rather than shaming him as Earth Mother and the Great Spirit had hoped, those thoughts kindled a desire in him and he woke White She Wolf with tender, teasing caresses. As the sun peaked over the edges of the trees, the pair were busy learning new ways to please each other. After slipping down to the edge of the lake, the couple began washing for the new day. Turtle approached them and begged them to stop living as man and wife but the couple ignored him. Later, as they hunted for breakfast, Raven landed on a branch above their heads and he too begged them to return to the home of the Gray Wolf where they could live once more as brother and sister but once again the pair did not heed the warning. The young couple continued to live as man and wife for several months. Every day, animals in the lake and in the forest would beg them to go back to the home of the Gray Wolf but they kept ignoring the warnings. Soon White She Wolf's stomach began to grow large and round she was going to have their child. One night as they began to make love in their cave, the Great Spirit appeared before them and demanded that they stop living as man and wife. If they did not, their children would carry the burden of the parent's sins for eternity. White She Wolf and White Dog were too much in love with each other and the idea of having a family together, they could not give up what they had only so recently discovered. A few weeks after the Great Spirit visited their cave in the night, White She Wolf gave birth to a son. The baby had silver eyes just like his parents but his hair was the color of mahogany and covered his entire body in a fine downy coat. The only areas spared the covering of hair were his face, the palms of his hands and the soles of his feet. As it was the warmest days of summer, White She Wolf often laid the baby naked on a blanket near her but the animals made fun of the child, calling him Shaggy Boy until she began making clothes for him out of the animal hides White Dog drug home from his hunting. Shortly after the baby was born, the light of a full moon brightened the night sky. That night as the family lay sleeping in their cave, an unearthly snarling howl filled the air. White Dog and White She Wolf woke to the sound; terrified because it was the sound of an animal neither had ever heard before. White She Wolf snatched the baby up and quickly took him outside, as it seemed as if the noise was coming from inside their home. White Dog searched the cave but rushed to the side of his sister-bride when her heard her scream in panic. In the light of the moon, White Dog could see the face of the baby in White She Wolf's arms. He watched in horrified fascination as the baby's body trembled and shivered in its mother's arms. The baby's ears grew tall and pointed. His face changed into that of a wolf, long and narrow with a pointed snout that stopped at a black triangle instead of a human nose. The blanket the baby was swaddled in tore to reveal arms that now ended in large paws complete with claws that had ripped the blanket to shreds. White She Wolf cried out as the baby leapt from her arms to land on four feet, looking much like the wolf cubs she had seen at the Gray Wolf's home. As the creature scampered off after a chipmunk that had caught its eye, White Dog and White She Wolf cried out to the Great Spirit, begging him to release their child from this curse. For the last time, the Great Spirit appeared to the couple and told them that there was no hope for this child. If they had returned to the home of the Gray Wolf before his birth, the baby would have been spared but as they were selfish in their desire to live outside of nature, their sins unleashed a curse on the heads of this child and any others they chose to have together. The first time they had lain together as man and wife was on the night of a full moon so at the time of the full moon for the rest of his life, their son would turn into the creature now roaming the forest. Both White She Wolf and White Dog cried at the life they had sentenced their son to but their love and desire for one another was too strong to throw away to return to the home of the Gray Wolf. They also could not bear the thought of leaving their child behind. They vowed never to have more children and they never did. Over the years, Boy as they called him continued to grow. He became an even more skilled hunter than his father. Boy never seemed to have any memories of the transformations that overtook him on nights of the full moon but did not understand the mornings he woke feeling sore and tired, covered in blood. White Dog had taken to following Boy on his trips into the forests at those times, watching as his son killed and devoured every animal in his path from the smallest chipmunk to a large grizzly that had been wakened by Boy's eerie howls and lured outside its den to investigate the strange sounds. One day, when Boy was the same age his parents had been when they snuck away from the home of the Gray Wolf, his father explained to him that not only was White She Wolf Boy's mother but she was White Dog's mate, wife and sister. Boy grew shocked and angry as he heard for the first time about the transformations that had plagued him almost since birth for he realized that his parents had sentenced him to a lonely life. Never would Boy have the chance to find a mate of his own for he was the only one of his kind. Boy looked from his hands, covered in a course dark hair so thick it was like fur to his father's nearly hairless body. His hands shook in rage. Boy ran into the forest and still had not returned by the time the sun fell behind the edge of the forest and the first stars appeared. The full moon rose in the sky and in the distance White She Wolf and White Dog could hear the now familiar sound of their son's howl. As their hearts ached for him they crept inside their cave for the night. In the forest, Boy stalked animals that had been foolish enough to continue scampering around while he was on the prowl. A slight breeze pushed a scent that was at once familiar and strange to the powerful nose. Sitting on his haunches, Boy lifted his nose to the air, breathing deeply to inhale the aroma. When that still wasn't enough, Boy raised himself on his back legs. Homing in on the smell, Boy took off in the direction it was coming from, unmindful of the night animals around him hurrying out of his path. Rounding a bend, Boy stopped suddenly. The place looked oddly familiar. Cautiously he entered the clearing and sniffed the ground. The tantalizing smell grew stronger and he followed his nose into a cave, a cave where his parents lay sleeping. Once inside, Boy rose on his hind legs again to his full height to stare at the people sleeping before him. He felt a strange sensation, something he had never felt before between his legs and looked down his powerful hairy body to see his foreskin pulling back, exposing the thin tip of his cock. He watched as more of his cock grew outside of his body. Resting on his haunches again, this Dog-Man sniffed at this strange thing. It didn't smell like food but still he opened his mouth to reveal large canine fangs and allowed his long tongue to trail out of his mouth. At the touch of his tongue against the end of his cock, Dog-Man jumped, startled at how good it felt. Leaning closer he flicked his tongue over his quickly hardening cock until it grew to its full strength of 9 inches long. His foreskin continued to pull back until a large knot, about 4 inches in diameter was also exposed. A glance at his parents showed them to still be laying as they had been, his father on his back with his mother curled up almost on her stomach, one of her legs entwined with his and her head on his chest. Although White She Wolf had taken great pains to make clothes for her son, she never bothered with any for her or her brother-husband since there was no reason for the animals to tease them as they had her child. As a result, the beast that had taken control of her son's body was able to peer at the soft moist tunnel from which he sprang in the moonlight filtering into the cave. Rising on padded paws, Dog-Man silently approached the sleeping woman. In some dark corner of his mind, he may have remembered that this was his mother but to the animal now in control, she was nothing more than a female and as such, a possible mate. Slowly he crept up her body until his front paws rested on either side of the sleeping couples shoulders, his hind legs between her slightly spread ones. Lowering himself, he felt the tip of his cock brush against the outer lips of her pussy. Perhaps it was that which woke his mother but feeling a large beast on her back, she gasped which in turn woke her brother-husband. The man was only able to see a huge animal crouched over his sister-wife's back and reached for his hunting knife. Sensing the danger, Dog-Man reached over and squeezed his father's throat between his massive jaws. The Legend White She Wolf cried in terror as she watched her brother-husband being maimed before her eyes. She tried to rise up on all fours to scurry away from the animal long enough to reach the knife and kill the beast herself. When she lifted her hips, the thin tip of the animal's cock slipped inside her pussy. Quickly, Dog-Man forgot about his rival and plunged deep inside the woman. Her scream of pain tore through the night and carried over the lake. Although the tip of his prick was very thin, smaller than one of her fingers it gradually increased to a thickness of three inches then quickly jumped to the diameter of the four-inch knot at the base. Throughout the long night, the Dog-Man raped White She Wolf repeatedly several times managing to force that knot inside her. Beside them, White Dog laid still, breathing raggedly through his injured throat. In the morning when Boy woke up, his hands and face were not covered in blood as they usually were after the night of the full moon. Instead, he woke draped over his mother's naked body, his cock still buried within her bruised and torn pussy. His father lay next to them, his neck severely bruised. Boy flung himself away from his mother, his stomach and thighs covered in her blood. Realizing what he had done, he ran from his home and never saw his parents again. His taste for women is not something he can stop though. During the other phases of the moon, he appears normal except for the hair covering his body and it is during those times that he is said to have stolen young maidens from villages, holding them captive until the next full moon. Once white man came to this land, he began stealing women from the towns but quickly learned that the white man had more powerful weapons than the native people. Now it is said that the Dog-Man clan preys on the ones who choose to enter his domain, the forests, at night or those who have dared to build too close to its edge. Upon favorites he has bestowed his curse by biting them but not killing them, so that they too can join him in his transformations, keeping them with him always. It is in that way that the Dog-Man created more of his own kind, which many believe still live in this area today. If you are one of the many who plan to travel to Northern Michigan this summer, beware as you camp in our woods or of the friendly strangers you may encounter with silver eyes. Thank you to angel love who has taken the time to edit several of my pieces.