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Instinct

By: Mountain Rider



This is another "Heartland Tale" with a nod to "Heartland" creator and Literotica author Trisha Monks for her inspiration and indulgence. Follow the link on my Favorites page to see her work.

This is a standalone story though and may be read without the context of other "Heartland Tales" stories. You may want to read my other piece "In an Iron Sling" for character context prior to reading this one, though, as this piece does include the recurring character of Hannah the witch. 

***** 

Somewhere in the Cathalian wilderness...

Chela swept her red cloak out of the way as she stooped down to pick another mushroom. She added it to the collection of its kin in her basket and danced off to find another. Soon it would be too warm to wear her cloak and hood, but her mistress insisted she wear it this evening in case she got caught out after dark in falling temperatures. Spring had just begun, after all, and Winter still thought it ruled the night.

Indeed a chill did seem to be creeping through the wood. The sun was fast setting and the shadows were long. The red dusk peaked through the newly budding branches of the hardwoods and colored the girl's pale skin in bloodtones. Soon it would be dark, and Chela did not know that she was being shadowed.

The monster had been following her scent for miles, and now its luminous yellow eyes spied the girl in the gathering gloom. Her red hood bobbed along in the undergrowth as she worked her way toward the cottage in the distant clearing, and the creature knew it could have her long before she made the safety of the shelter. 

It flexed its wickedly taloned forepaws in the air and growled low in its chest before dropping back onto four feet and padding silently after the girl. Its giant muzzle swept back and forth across the scent trail as it trotted, and though its gleaming yellow eyes were also on the ground, its upright ears focused forward on the girl's dancing footsteps, pauses, and mushroom plucks. 

Closer now... so close that the warmth of her body still lingered in the air as the giant beast moved in upon her. It stayed silent and crept below her line of sight. Closer now... so close that it could taste her breath as she sang quietly to herself.

Chela stepped into the clearing and threw her hood back. Her basket was full and it was almost too dark to be wandering the wood alone. Not that the darkness mattered one bit to Chela, but the things that crept about in it were a different story. Mistress Hannah would be pleased that she had found so many mushrooms, though. 

Had she been able to see it, she would have noticed at that moment that a small tattoo on the back of her neck flashed suddenly with a blue light. She felt it though and immediately dove forward into a rolling whirl of red cloth and scattering mushrooms. A huge taloned paw swept the air just where the girl had been and snagged the trailing edge of her cloak. With a roar of hungry triumph, the creature stood to its full formidable thirteen foot height, a terrifying monstrous wolf on two legs, and clutched the cloak to its chest.

The garment was empty.

Just then a stick poked between the beast's legs and cracked it solidly in its giant furry testicles. The monster wolf's eyes crossed, and it toppled over with a very unthreatening whine. The discarded cloak floated gently down to land upon the beast's wounded crotch, a suitable badge of defeat.

"I am not amused, Mactuan," said the one-eyed woman as she leaned over the beast's prostrate and gasping form. "Trying to scare my childe like that -- you should be ashamed. You had just better be grateful that your balls didn't crack my broomstick. I would have been forced to become cross with you if they had."

"It was a fine -- test of -- both your broomstick's -- and my anatomy's -- fortitude, m'lady," the beast, Mactuan, panted in a savage, raspy voice. "I would like to say -- that they have both survived -- but I am not certain."

"Why don't you lick them like a dog and find out, hmmm? You appear to be capable," the woman said and turned to walk away.

Mactuan righted himself onto four feet and shook his great hairy head until his ears flapped against his skull. With a few grunts and growls he looped his body into a circle and did indeed check to see if he was whole and undamaged.

Meanwhile the one-eyed woman walked languidly back across the darkening clearing toward the cottage and called, "Chela, sweet girl, you may come out now." Then back over her shoulder, "Mactuan? The mushrooms... if you please."

"I am here Mistress Hannah," said Chela and stepped into view around one corner of the cottage.

"Quickly now, open the door and step aside please," said her mistress and stepped aside herself to make way for an unusually large crow clutching the basket of mushrooms to blow past her toward the cottage. The red cloak streamed out behind it as it gripped it together with the basket's handle.

Chela got the door open just in time for the crow to streak past her into the cottage with its wings tucked tightly to its body. There followed a great beating of feathers and then silence. Chela waited by the door patiently and did not look inside, as normal protocol demanded that her mistress enter first.

"Prepare yourself dear girl, for this is likely to be interesting. Keep your lips together and your ears open as well. The less he knows about you at this point, the better," Hannah said as an aside when she caught up and prepared to step across the threshold. Then just to reassure the girl, she gave her a little wink before entering.

Chela stepped into the cozy cottage that had become her second home these past eight years. She couldn't think of a better place in all the world... except maybe outdoors under the stars in the Summer. This place was her school and her shelter, and more important events in her life had taken place in its one room or the wood surrounding it than the rest of the Heartlands combined. 

As her mistress moved toward the fire and away from the door, the girl was greeted with an unusual sight. There was a mostly naked man sitting calmly at the table and drinking tea. He grinned behind his steaming mug and nodded a greeting to her. Her cloak wrapped around his waist like a skirt provided his only modesty. 

Chela nodded back, quietly took a seat on the floor next to Hannah's favorite chair, and studied the stranger. He appeared to be well formed if somewhat wild in appearance. He was absolutely filthy and his long dark hair was tossed in unruly shapes. He had no beard despite appearing to be of age and his lean muscular body showed the scars of a life apparently spent naked in a bramble bush. Chela immediately thought he was the most beautiful man she had ever seen, and she desired him.

His eyes, however, were unsettling. They glowed with a reflective light, like a raccoon caught by a lantern beam. Chela did not know what it meant, but it excited her. Her own eyes had done the same since her first woman's blood had arrived many years before, and perhaps this stranger might be a key to finding out why.

At last, with her own cup of tea in hand, Hannah sat in her chair and appeared to be about to speak. Both Chela and the visitor leaned expectantly toward her imminent word, but she blew on her mug of tea instead.

"Oh gods bless your magnificent breasts, Mother Hannah!" the stranger erupted. "Get on with it would you?"

"Ha!" cackled the witch. "Your patience has not improved since I last saw you lad. Very well... Mactuan, this is my childe Chela. She is nearing the end of her training with me and is shortly to move beyond my capability to guide.

"Chela, this is Mactuan. He was my childe once upon a day, and for a short period of time he is to be your teacher for certain wisdoms that I do not possess. You may trust him in all things, for he is above reproach in all things except conversational manners and cleanliness."

Chela nodded slowly.

"Now to answer the question that you are thinking," Hannah continued, "this is necessary because you may have a gift I cannot instruct. Mactuan possesses this gift and can guide you through your first painful steps into a world where I do not trespass." 

Hannah let that sink in a moment before continuing, "His is magick beyond anyone's ability to learn by study. It is natural, but not in the way that you and I understand it; and what little evidence we possess indicates that you have to be born with it. Mactuan is, as you have no doubt guessed, a skinwalker -- a shapeshifter -- and we both suspect that you may be too."

"Are you sure she has the gift, Mother Hannah?" asked Mactuan.

"No, I'm not," Hannah spoke while studying Chela. "That will be up to you to discern for certain; however, she does have the eyes. You, my lovely boy, are the only other person I have ever known with eyes like that."

They were all silent a moment. Then Mactuan turned his attention to Chela.

"You can see as clearly in the darkest night as a mildly cloudy day?"

Chela nodded.

"Do you tire slowly and heal quickly?"

Again, Chela affirmed silently.

"How old are you, little sister?"

Chela looked to her mistress and received a nod of permission before answering, "Twenty-five winters."

"And how long have you been with Mother Hannah?"

"I am in my eighth year of study. My parents brought me to her right after I came of age."

"Adopted parents?"

Chela nodded, wondering how he knew, "Both dead or gone before my memory begins."

"We have nearly identical stories, little sister, except that I was younger and never had good parents until Mother Hannah took me in. She provided all my love and education for five years before I left her at the age of sixteen. I am twenty-seven now myself."

"You were too big for the nest, my boy, and I taught you all I could," Hannah remarked kindly.

"Aye, and I am forever grateful," Mactuan replied to her and nodded respectfully. Then he turned back to Chela and continued, "You see I do not have the talent or the aptitude to learn the greater wisdoms that she teaches you. I was fortunate enough just to learn to read and write, to survive in the wild, and to make use of my own simple skills. I do have gifts, though -- special gifts, which I thought were unique until today. 

"It seems that neither of us knows what manner of parents we come from, little sister. My own were fatally absent in exactly the same way but were obviously different people than your own due to our age difference. All that we can be certain of is that we were born different. What you do with your difference is up to you, but I will teach you what I can."

Chela blinked several times as she allowed all of Mactuan's words to sink in. A skinwalker? What could it mean? How could she not know? Then she realized that both Hannah and Mactuan were looking at her expectantly.

"Will you accept me?" Mactuan asked, breaking the silence.

"I will."

"Very good," Hannah said and clapped her hands. "You may do anything you wish to her, Mactuan, but she must always have the option of free will. If you rob her of choice, I shall test my broomstick on various parts of your body until one or the other loses."

"That last was a lucky strike. Had you not been fortuitous enough to be in a position behind me, you never would have been managed it."

"Fortune had nothing to do with it," Hannah said vaguely, waving away his bluster. "I knew precisely when you would arrive and in what manner. How else do you explain that a mug of tea prepared according to your tastes was waiting for you when you came to the table?"

"True enough, m'lady," Mactuan replied and bowed again.

"Then mind my girl as you would mind your balls, or you'll pay for one with the other, lad," Hannah threatened with a wry smile.

"It is an acceptable risk, Mother Hannah," Mactuan grinned. "We will begin in the morning."

*****

First light found Chela and Mactuan seated on the house-sized boulders in the midst of a nearby river. The wood was beginning to wake as the wind changed with the rising of the sun. Small creatures crept amidst the giant rocks, and birdsong began to accompany the rush of the river. There was still a chill in the air and Chela saw Mactuan's breath in vapor as he spoke.

"First I must ask a potentially awkward question. How comfortable are you with being naked?"

"I have nothing to be ashamed of," Chela shrugged.

"Good. I spend so much time in other skins, that I do not actually own any clothes. Obviously I had to borrow these from Mother Hannah. Shape changing in clothes does not work at all. They do not change with you when the Spirit transforms your body."

"Spirit?"

"Aye, Spirit. That is what Mother Hannah and I have reckoned this to be. I have a very strong animal part to the Spirit inside me, and it allows me to wear its skins."

"How many?"

"Seven total skins for myself. We do not know for you."

"How do we even know that I can do this?" Chela asked the burning question.

"We do not... yet. Surely you have heard the saying that 'the eyes are the windows to the soul'. Well, there is a beast staring back at me through yours. My task is to see if we can connect that beast to your Will. We want to awaken the animal part of your Spirit to the influence of your mind. Once there we will see if it will transform your body."

"Show me."

"Gladly," Mactuan grinned. He stood and cast off the borrowed cloak. Then quickly unbinding and setting aside the wool skirt he had also been loaned, he stood naked in the rising sun.

Chela caught her breath. He was magnificent, from the tanness of his skin and sinewy cords of his springlike muscles to the life in his stance and eyes. He represented everything a witch like her found irresistible -- a totally free being connected intimately with Nature. She also did not fail to notice his large cockstem swinging above his equally grand balls. Both immediately began to shrink in the chill air, but Mactuan did not seem concerned.

He crouched down and suddenly sprung into the air. His body entered a new sunbeam filtering through the trees and hung in the air for a fraction of a second before seeming to tear itself down the middle. Chela's scream caught in her throat as Mactuan's body burst apart with the sound of rending fabric. The ragged bits of him seemed to melt into shreds of grey ash and smoke. The ash and smoke further dissolved into nothingness in the sudden burst of air driven by the wings of the large crow that came from within the man's exploded body. In that moment of weightlessness still carried from Mactuan's spring from the boulder, the crow took flight.

Chela was at a loss for words as the crow wheeled silently in the morning light. The shock of seeing Mactuan's body tear apart in midair was offset by the beauty of the animal he became and the speculative wonder that she might be able to do the same.

Moments later the crow alighted on the boulder and turned a shiny black-button eye on her. "Hello beautiful," it croaked.

"You can talk!" Chela laughed. "Can you understand me as well?"

"Aye," croaked Mactuan the crow. "Crows have ears and voices. Watch now."

He hopped up with a few quick wingbeats and then, tucking his wings to his body, plummeted into the swiftly running river in another puff of ash and smoke. Chela wondered what it meant, but then a large silver salmon leapt from the surface of the water to land with a splash that showered her with cold spray. 

Chela laughed again despite the cold water. Salmon did not live in this river; it could only be another skin. She watched as the fish leapt again to land in the shallows and raced back and forth in silver streaks biting at the newly hatched flies in the calm pools. 

In a vicious swirl of water and smoke, a young buck deer rose up and stepped out of the shallows. His ears flicked in annoyance as cold water dripped off them. He turned his large eyes to regard Chela and snorted softly before bounding off into the wood.

Moments later, a great black boar crashed through the undergrowth with much pounding of hooves and gnashing of tusks. His bristled back stood easily three feet from the ground, but he grunted softly to ease his intimidating presence. His small red eyes squinted at Chela, and she would have sworn he winked at her.

The boar belted out a short squeal and reared up onto its hind legs. A moment later and another tearing of physical form and ash and smoke, Mactuan's naked humanity was stepping lightly over the river boulders to once again join her.

"Sufficient?" he asked as the seated himself on the rock.

"That was only four. What are the other three?"

"Ah... one is a large wolf, one you see before you now, and the third lies halfway between the two but is greater than both. You saw it yesterday when we first met. As I recall, Mother Hannah was 'not amused,'" Mactuan explained and cupped his testicles in his hand.

"You don't appear any worse for it," said Chela shyly. The young man was well equipped, and it was causing a stirring of excitement under her skirt to sit close to his beautiful naked body. She was a young woman accustomed to manifesting what she wanted, and she was rapidly convincing herself that she wanted Mactuan. Something about him felt right, and it was more than his physical beauty.

"My apologies, little sister," Mactuan said and released himself. "I should not be so bold in front of you. I so rarely wear clothing and share company that my manners are not what they used to be."

"I am not offended," Chela replied, "but I thank you for your deference. If I know my mistress, we were both taught to feel no shame in our bodies -- "

"For we are Nature's designs and we cannot second guess Its intelligence," Mactuan interrupted, smiling. "I had to write that a thousand times on my clay study tablet the first time Mother Hannah caught me pleasuring myself. Of course, that was after I had to write 'I shall be respectful of my own privacy and the privacy of others' two thousand times."

"Why?"

"Because not only did she catch me pleasuring myself, but I was watching her bathe at the time. She explained to me that what I was doing was not wrong, but that I had not taken into account the more important issue of respect. I should have asked if I could watch her, and when I did she expressly forbid it. 'There is a time and place for pleasuring oneself,' she explained, 'but that was neither.'"

"How old were you?"

"Young enough that my cockstem was just beginning to wake up and to rule my reason. Her bountiful body was not quite as bountiful back then, but she has never been anything but overwhelmingly beautiful and sexual. She is so very much alive," Mactuan continued.

"Yes, she is," Chela agreed emphatically. She noticed that Mactuan's cock had partially hardened as he retold the memory, but she decided not to mention it.

"You have inherited it from her," Mactuan stated matter-of-factly, causing Chela a slight startle. "But we are losing time. Shall we get back to the lesson at hand?"

"Of course," Chela stuttered, trying to recover her composure. "What must I do?"

"Close your eyes, little sister," Mactuan began. "Think about how to bake bread."

"What?"

"Do not question now, just follow," Mactuan instructed. "Think about how to bake bread."

"All right."

"Picture the ingredients," Mactuan began slowly, adding each image after several moments. "Picture the steps and motions involved in preparing them. Feel the flour in your hands. Hear the gentle slap of the dough on the kneading board. Smell the loaf baking. Taste the first mouthful... name an animal."

"Hawk," Chela declared, her eyes springing open.

"Good. Do you understand what just happened?"

"Of course. Mistress has done similar things to me. You focused all my thoughts and senses on something else, so I would respond with instinct rather than reason."


Instinct



"Clever witch," Mactuan grinned. "So a hawk. Why?"

"It was the first thing that popped into my head," Chela shrugged.

"That is a good sign. What can you tell me about a hawk's body?"

"They have taloned feet and hooked beaks. They are covered in feathers. They have hollow bones and comparatively short wings. They have large eyes... umm..."

"That is good enough," Mactuan said and held up his hand for silence. "Again, close your eyes."

He continued as the girl complied, "Try to imagine yourself in that body. Look out through those eyes. Feel the texture of your feathers. Feel your small, rapid heartbeat and the lightness of your wings. Feel the scaly texture of your feet and the hardness of your talons. Feel your quick breath through the nostrils in your beak."

His voice became a mantra of avian details as Chela willed herself to focus her whole being on what it would be like to be in a hawk's body. She could feel her tiny heart rapidly beating. She could feel the breeze ruffle the tiny feathers on her face. She could sense the iron grip of her talons on the rock. She could see the immense telescopic detail of the world through her new eyes. 

It may have been her powerful, focused imagination or the stirrings of manifested reality, but she felt a sense of Spirit begin to throb in her chest. The throb became an ache. The ache began to burn. The burn became an intense pressure, and Chela's concentration was broken. She felt the world come rushing back in as she collapsed on the boulder, clutching her chest and gasping for breath.

Mactuan gently helped her sit up and held her in his arms while he waited for her to recover. When she had regained her breath and composure, he apologized softly, "I am sorry little sister. It hurts, does it not?"

Chela nodded, eyes wide. She had never felt anything like it and was grateful for the comfort of Mactuan's arms around her.

"Judging by your reaction, I would guess that you contacted the hawk inside you and stirred it up. It wanted out, but your body was too firmly fixed in this world. Actual transformation is a lot more intense and a lot more painful -- although mercifully brief. You get used to it."

"What do you mean, 'too firmly fixed in this world'?" asked the young witch.

"It would be easier for me to show you. Please forgive me," Mactuan answered. 

Before Chela could ask what he meant, he aimed a fast moving slap at her face. Her witch's instincts took over instantly, and in a slight distortion of the light, she was simply no longer there. Mactuan's hand swished through empty air, and he felt the sharp point of a knife pressed into the small of his back.

"Easy, little sister," he said evenly and held up both his hands. "Do not spill my blood on the rocks just yet. I knew you would do that, and that was the purpose. I have never understood how you witches could move like that --"

"And we are not telling," Chela hissed next to his ear.

"-- and I do not care to know," continued the skinwalker. "However, Mother Hannah explained it once as 'not having both feet entirely in this world'. So as I understood it, the laws of physical world have slightly less control over you than most people. That same sort of thing is what you will need to transform, but instead of moving your body you will need to move through your body."

The knife was removed and Mactuan turned to find Chela once again sitting calmly on the boulder. He rubbed the knife-prick on his back and thanked his luck that his lovely student did not have a bad temper.

"Explain," said the girl.

"This," said her companion, and gingerly prodded her foot, "is not real. It is just a skin that your Spirit wears. It fits the woman part of your Spirit like a coat, but it is just a garment. Likewise, the animal parts of your Spirit have skins that fit them. You have to move through your current skin and to put on a different one. 

"It sounds cryptic, but that is the only way to describe it. To become your animal-spirit, you just have to wear its skin. Of course to become your woman-spirit you need be able to put that skin back on as well, so you must maintain connection with your woman's mind and your woman's force of will."

"I think I understand," said Chela thoughtfully.

"Then let us transform that understanding into knowing if we can," grinned Mactuan. "But first I need to you forgive me for trying to hit you."

"You could not have, as I believe I showed you."

"We both know that, but I want there to be trust between us. It is important to me, so I humbly ask again: please forgive me. I meant no harm."

"I do forgive you, Mactuan."

"Thank you, little sister. Now let us see if we can determine what else lives inside you."

*****

By the afternoon, the two new friends had identified three potential animal spirits inside Chela -- hawk, wolf, and badger. No other animals seemed to resonate with her, but Mactuan admitted that it might take years to be sure that there were only three.


Mactuan had stayed naked all day, and Chela was thoroughly enjoying watching his physical elegance despite the distracting heat it created between her legs. The trials of their investigations had also drawn them closer as kindred Spirits. They both felt the connection growing as the day passed.

"How did you first change?" asked Chela as she divided some bread and cheese for a simple late afternoon meal. 

"My deer skin came to my rescue," Mactuan explained around a mouthful of bread. "I was being chased by a farmer for stealing apples from his orchard, and he meant to beat me. I had never been so terrified in my life than to feel him fast on my heels with a pitchfork. All my Will was focused on being faster, so the deer came out and made me faster.

"It should have been harder to change back, but once I made my escape the human part of me was still so shocked at the transformation that I just melted back into being a boy. After that I knew I could change, so it was just a matter of focusing my Will on it.

The wolf, boar, and half-wolf skins also came to me in moments of intense stress when the gifts of those shapes were most beneficial. The crow and salmon were the result of the same exercise I just led you through, only it was Mother Hannah who led me."

Chela nodded and asked, "Why do you think you have a half-wolf skin and not a half-any-other-skin?"

Mactuan shrugged, "Maybe because wolves are the most human? They live in families; they care for their young; they mate for life; they have individual personalities and emotions; they have their own language. I suppose the two spirits are enough alike on the inside that the skins can blend on the outside."

"I did not know those things about wolves," Chela said thoughtfully.

"You will soon know a great deal about wolves," Mactuan grinned. "I thought we would start with trying to let your wolf skin out. I can help guide you from either human, wolf, or half-wolf skin, so it seems the safest first choice."

"How do we proceed then?"

"Get undressed please," Mactuan said and stood up.

Chela dutifully stood, dropped her cloak, unbelted her shift dress, and pulled it over her head. She folded everything carefully, set it aside, and quickly added her undergarments to the bundle. In short order, she stood naked and proud before Mactuan. The chill spray from the river and her mounting excitement raised gooseflesh on her thighs and tightened her nipples to stiff points. Along her arms, abdomen, and neck, were patterns of small arcane symbols tattooed into her skin. Even her full breasts were likewise decorated.

Mactuan let out a low whistle of approval, "By the gods, you are a beautiful woman, Chela. I was right -- the life, beauty, and sexuality of your witchkind shines from you like a flame."

"Thank you. You flatter me twice over..." Chela smiled with a slight nod at Mactuan's now fully hard cock which stood very large, erect, and swollen at the spectacle of her.

Mactuan returned her smile with an unembarrassed shrug, and they both spoke in unison, "It's natural."

Chela laughed, "Aren't we a pair? Mistress would be proud."

Mactuan grinned and countered, "Well, she will be more proud of me if I succeed in teaching you something than if I just stand around acting like a sundial. Speaking of which, the shadow of my cockstem says that we only have about two hours of daylight left."

"What should we do, then?" Chela asked and quickly bound her waist-length hair up out of the way in a winding braid.

"I would like to try an experiment to see if any natural wolf instincts in you will rise gently rather than through terror like mine first did. Let us see if your pack drive will draw into your pack skin, so to speak.

"I am going to slip into my wolf skin, and I want you to get on my back. I am large enough that you should be able to straddle my haunches and lie forward to wrap your arms around me. I am certain Mother Hannah has taught you how let to your mind relax into a trance -- so you just do that and hang on."

Chela nodded, and Mactuan hunched down onto all fours. His body gave a sickening wrench, and in a shedding of grey ash he regarded her a moment later with cold yellow eyes. The result was terribly intimidating to Chela, even though she knew this was her friend before her.

Mactuan smelled the very slight perspiration of fear that appeared on her skin and evaporated instantly. He also smelled the scent of her arousal and the lunch they had shared. All appeared in equivalent vivid color to his expanded senses, and he ran his tongue out in silent lupine laughter to assuage the girl's anxiety. He dropped his ears back, gave a puppyish whine, and wagged his tail.

Chela understood immediately from Mactuan's body language. He only wanted to help, so she dropped to her knees and hugged his furry neck.

His fur was coarser and more oily than she had anticipated, but she readily swung a leg over his back and pressed her body onto him. She could feel the roll of his shoulders under her cheek and the ridge of his spine pressed along her midline. Thinking ahead, she crossed her ankles over his rump and let her knees hang at his sides. This kept her legs from interfering with his, and pressed her hips and groin solidly onto his haunches.

Mactuan nosed her hands away from his neck so she would not tense and accidentally choke him, and Chela slipped her arms behind his front legs to palm the center of his chest instead. She could feel Mactuan's powerful heart beating in her hands and let her mind relax into its rhythm.

"Rrrea-y?" growled Mactuan. His fully lupine lips and throat were unable to form the human word clearly.

"Yes," sighed Chela, already nearing a trance state. She raised her head and looked forward through the fork of Mactuan's ears with unfocused eyes at a wolf's view of the world.

"Go-ooooooOOOOOOOOOO!" Mactuan lifted his muzzle in a howl of joy and bounded forward.

Chela felt the surge of his muscles between her thighs and squeezed herself against him. Very quickly the world became a rushing blur, and then settled into a rhythm of surging breath, beating heart, and padding paws.

Night fell. 

*****

Chela's trance was full of movement. She could see in the dark just as well as Mactuan, and she linked her heartbeat to his. They were in perfect sympathetic rhythm, but there was no stirring of Spirit in her. She simply felt like she was along for the ride.

It was a thrilling ride - feeling his thrumming muscles pressed against her smooth body and the animal view of the wood sweeping past her. She felt as though she were slipping between worlds, but no beast burst from her heart. In fact the only beastly thing gnawing at her was a distant growing emptiness in her belly. She was hungry, and the drop in temperature brought on by the dark was penetrating her bones.

Mactuan was growing tired and frustrated himself. He was so sure that Chela's instincts would take over, and she would take on her new skin, but there was no sign of transformation at all. At best she was starting to smell like a wolf, but he knew that was just from contact with him.

He slowed his pace slightly as they trotted back within sight of Mother Hannah's cottage. Sadly, Mactuan was beginning to believe that he would have to tell Mother that Chela did not have the gift or at least that he could be no help in manifesting it. After all he owed Mother for helping him grow, he could not think of a worse way to disappoint her than failing to help nurture Chela the same way.

Suddenly, the light of inspiration dawned brightly in Mactuan's mind. He hastily scratched a message to Mother Hannah in the dirt where she would be sure to see it, barked sharply once, and streaked off again on a new mission.

*****

Hannah arose sometime in the middle of the night and stepped naked out the front door into the chill moonlight. It illuminated her voluptuous curves and provided deep shadows in her clefts, where from time to time a small flash of blue light betrayed her active mind. 

She stretched out her awareness to search for her childe just in time to see a gray streak pass silently across the far end of the clearing. The pale form of a young naked woman caught the moonlight as it seemed to float on the streaking gray form, and Hannah smiled broadly at the apparition.

She looked down, and on the ground at her feet was a crudely scratched message surrounded by wolf tracks: ALL IS WELL. HAVE HOPE. BACK WITH THE SUN. -- M

*****

It took Mactuan only a brief time to find what he was looking for. He simply relied on instinct to guide him as it had guided his wolf spirit for millions of years. There in the side of a small hillock was a wolf den. A quick sniff around verified that it was unoccupied and had been for some time, so Mactuan quickly crouched to his belly and wriggled both Chela and himself into the dry interior.

There in the total darkness, Mactuan carefully deposited the girl onto the dirt floor and curled around her. There was a savage comfort in the way he looped his furry form around the small naked woman and licked her face and ears delicately.

In the close warmth and darkness, enwrapped in the smell of fur and moist breath, a spark in Chela took hold and began to flame. Within her deep trance, her instincts rose and a terrible pain grew in her chest. She felt as if all her teeth and bones were burning and all her skin itched from the inside. The only comfort was the warm pressure of Mactuan's tongue on her face. She tried to cry out in pain and frustration, but it emerged as a rasp and ended as a low growl. The heat in the den was a palpable pressure and the aching in her chest made her try to clutch at it. She found that her breasts were gone, and her hands no longer worked. It took only a moment more for her to realize that she was no longer human. Her mind felt like her own, but her body did not.

"Come," came Mactuan's growl, intensely loud in the dark pressure of the den.

She felt him slip away from her and scrambled on unfamiliar feet to follow him out into the cool night air. The brightness of the moon was dazzling. The sounds and smells of the wood overwhelmed her with their concert, and Chela cowered at the complexity of Nature.

Mactuan, the man, placed a reassuring hand on her withers. "It is a little too much at first, but your Spirit will take to it naturally. The world is more alive than even your witch's senses revealed, is it not?"

Chela tried to respond, but it came out as a plaintive whine.

"Learning speech will take time too," Mactuan continued. "Be comforted. The woman that you are is still in there, but the real part of her is wearing a new skin. You will have to wear it in like a new pair of boots before it is comfortable."

Chela shook her head and stared fearfully at Mactuan. She nosed his hand to try to get him to understand.

"Easy, little sister. Coming back is simple. Just focus and desire with all your heart... to stand up and speak again."

Chela squeezed her eyes shut and focused all her will on the simple act of standing up on two feet. The world rocked with pain and fire again, and without more than instant of dizzying agony, she stood unsteadily again on two human feet.

Mactuan quickly snatched her up in his arms, hugging and swinging her around, delightedly kissing her face and neck, "You did it! You did it! You did it, little sister!"

Chela captured his face in her hands and firmly pressed her mouth to his as she molded her naked body against him. Mactuan's embrace softened from exuberant to sensual, and to his own surprise, he returned her kiss just as powerfully.

"You mean 'we' did it," Chela corrected a moment later when they both had to draw breath.

"Aye, we did," Mactuan said and chanced another long kiss on the mouth.

Chela responded willingly to the kiss and asked at the next pause for air, "What finally triggered it?"

"I was appealing to the wrong instincts. I thought the joy of the run would awaken you, but you are a she-wolf. It took the environment of the den to do it. It was not wolf play instincts that brought you out, but wolf family instincts."

"I wonder why," Chela mused. She was enjoying the feeling of being pressed against Mactuan's body. His hard chest felt marvelous against her soft breasts.

"Nothing quite brings out the instincts of a female animal like the den. If you had been born a full wolf, you would have dug one yourself. It was the strongest instinct to appeal to," Mactuan explained quite simply.

"But do you think I can change again?"

"Changing now should be easy," Mactuan nodded. He was enjoying the feeling of being pressed against Chela's body. Her soft breasts felt incredible squashed against him, and his hard cock was bumping against her as it tried to rise between them. "You already know what your wolf skin looks like from the inside. You already know how it feels. All you have to do is concentrate on putting that skin on again. Try it."

Chela reluctantly separated herself from the embrace (which allowed Mactuan's erection to lift itself the rest of the way up) and turned with a subtle sway of her hip (which purposefully stroked it across Mactuan's lifted erection). Her sultry look betrayed that it was no accident before she was forced to focus on herself again. Closing her eyes in concentration, Chela focused on what it was like to see through her wolf-skin's eyes and to... express her Spirit through that shape! 

That's it!  she thought. Mactuan is right -- you just wear the skin like a garment. 

No sooner had the concept solidified in Chela's mind than she felt the sweet painful shift of her body and dropped onto four grey feet.

"It just made sense, did it not?" Mactuan queried with a big smile.

Chela threw back her muzzle and howled joyfully in answer.

"Excellent! Now, let us run," Mactuan said turning away. "Catch me if you can!" And in a burst of smoke he bolted away in his own wolfen skin. 

Chela quickly gave chase and marveled at how efficient her wolf skin was for running through the nighttime wood. This is what Nature designed it for,  she thought. It is perfect for exactly what Nature intended. 

Her reverence deepened even as her joy of expression increased with each padded footfall and wash of multicolored smells and sounds. There was no way to describe how alive the world felt and how connected she felt to it. There was, however, the matter of catching Mactuan, who was already out of sight. She ran until her witch's instincts triggered a sudden stop. Something wasn't quite right. Her nose quested the wind, and her ears swiveled in separate query. She had lost Mactuan.

Suddenly he sprang from concealment at the side of the dark trail, which was all the more remarkable as he was in his gigantic half-wolf skin. His huge body somersaulted over her, and one giant taloned paw reached down to tweak the end of her startled nose. 




Instinct



Chela was so alarmed that she spontaneously shifted into her own half-wolf skin and roared in fright. Then the shock of the transformation stunned her into silence, and she stood slowly on two legs to look at herself.

Mactuan rose from where he had landed and stalked back over to her. "Beautiful and terrible, eh?" he rasped.

"I don't know how to feel about this," Chela answered in her own savage voice. Her head was definitely still lupine, but her upper torso and arms were like those of a powerfully built furry woman. Her lower half still bore a tail and the short knees, long ankles, and pawed feet of her wolf skin, though. It was as if she kept the most powerful attributes of each form and combined enlarged versions of them into a twelve foot tall, toothed, taloned, thinking, speaking predator.

"Your human spirit rushed back into your wolf body in the moment of crisis and coupled with your fear instincts to fight," Mactuan explained. Chela cocked her head to the side in puzzlement, so he continued, "You were alarmed, and so you became bigger, stronger, and more capable of havoc."

"I see. I feel like I could uproot a tree with these," she marveled looking at her giant paws.

"You probably could. That skin is immensely powerful and terribly fast as well. If you ever stumble across a bear in the wood, it could save -- I say, that is interesting now," Mactuan explained then interrupted himself.

Chela followed his gaze, and realized that in her current skin she had retained her breasts. Of course they were now the size of berry baskets on her ten foot tall body and two rows of small lumps down her abdomen showed where her wolf self's remaining breasts resided in vestigial form under her fur.

"I don't know how to feel about this," Chela repeated, "but I see that you do."

Mactuan's anatomy had likewise scaled upward in his half-wolf skin, and his new erection stood more then a foot and a half out from his body. He just shrugged and lifted his lips in an enormous fanged grin.

"Everything about this body seems exaggerated," Chela chuckled gratingly. "You have grown a third leg and my breasts are bigger than my head!"

"Aye, your femininity is amplified and my masculinity is as well. Can you smell it?"

Chela took a deep breath and realized that she could. Mingled with the night landscape of scents were the unmistakable fragrances of her sex and Mactuan's arousal -- heady, powerful, primal, stirring. She rumbled her sensuality deep in her chest.

"Yes, you do; but what do you want to do about it?" Mactuan teased and his erection twitched suggestively. He inclined his ears toward the game trail behind him. "There is a cliff about half league that way, and I intend to fly off the edge of it. Follow if you dare!"

With that he turned and bolted at breathtaking speed down the game trail in a mixture of two and four legged travel. Chela sprang after him as fast as she could. Her mind was totally free of doubt, and her instincts has risen to drive her massive body forward as if she had been born to it.

Her animal nature to hunt and pursue rose as she followed the current of heat and scent in Mactuan's wake. She could taste his desire in the wind and felt a flush building between her legs. She would have him if she could catch him.

Several minutes later her keen ears heard the tearing sound of Mactuan's transformation concurrently with her nose telling her there was a large empty space barely forty feet in front her. Without slowing at all, Chela reached the edge and flung herself from it into the void.

I can fly,  she thought and fell forward seamlessly into her hawk skin. I can fly. 

The world snapped into telescopic relief, and she spied Mactuan one quarter mile ahead as the crow flies. They were soaring above the same river where they had spent their day, and Mactuan was making for the place they began. Moments later, she alighted on the boulder next to him and their piles of clothes, and they both shifted back to human skin. Their eyes glowed reflectively in the purple pre-dawn light.

Mactuan bowed gravely, "I salute you, little sister. I have nothing more to teach you. The sun rises, and I should let you go home to rest."

Chela was momentarily stayed by his formality but bowed in return and said, "I am grateful, my teacher. I promise not to misuse the gift you have helped me illuminate."

Mactuan straightened and allowed his contagious grin to resurface. "So how does it feel to be an animal?"

There was passing distortion in the air, and suddenly Chela's body was pressed against his own. Her arms draped over his shoulders and one of her smooth thighs glided between his legs to rest gently against his balls.

"Let's find out," she breathed in his ear and pressed her crotch against his leg. "Now that our teacher / student relationship is at its end, we can simply be man and woman again."

In response, Mactuan hugged her and pressed his mouth to hers in acceptance. "The transformation does make one feel alive does it not?" Mactuan managed to ask between lingering kisses.

"Very much, my beautiful man," Chela agreed. "It pulls down all our human barriers to sight, sense, smell, and sound."

"Aye, what about taste?"

"I don't think you could help but like the taste of me in any form," Chela said slyly and pressed her foot on the inside of the leg she was straddling. This forced Mactuan irresistibly down onto the smooth stone on his back, and she quickly swung her leg over his body to straddle him facing his feet. "I want you. Are you agreeable?"

In answer, Mactuan reached up and pulled her by the hips back onto his face. His tongue slowly parted the wet lips of her sex and probed her tight opening. Chela's affirming moan provided him all the feedback he needed to swirl his tongue in her flowing wetness and to stroke it across the hardening nubbin of flesh at the conjunction of her inner lips.

"Yesssssss..." hissed the witch. Her desire for Mactuan had only grown by spending the day naked with him and undergoing the trials and ordeal of skinwalking. She needed the empowerment and release of joining with him to celebrate her newfound life, and -- all spiritual goals aside -- his tongue felt magnificent as it pressed into her inflamed cunt. 

"More," she encouraged and leaned forward along his body. This spread her wet center wider and granted Mactuan easier access to pleasure her. It also permitted her to wrap her hand around his cock at last. It pulsed with the life and strength she knew was in him. Its smooth hardness contrasted with the loose heaviness of his balls below as she drifted her fingers along his shaft and caressed under his sensitive sack.

Mactuan sighed into her grasping cunt as she squeezed his tongue with her finely practiced muscles. Then he moaned when she gently took his large balls in hand and leaned forward to part her lips over the crown of his proud cock. It was as thick as her wrist, but Chela had earned the tattoo on her throat. In proof, she engulfed Mactuan's erection down to its root and sucked slowly back up its entire length. She elongated her tongue, cradled it around the plum-like head of his cock, and closed her lips over its crown. Flexing her tongue and sucking hard elicited a meaningful groan from her captive skinwalker.

Then to her surprise she felt Mactuan worm his tongue into her tight channel deeper than she thought probable. He was obviously still in full human skin, which could only mean that he had some of the same training she did. Chela growled in her throat before sliding Mactuan back into it. Now it was a contest!

Mactuan's muffled chuckle confirmed that he understood the same thing. As his tongue quested her depths, he feathered his bottom lip across her clitoris, which now stood out stiffly from its hood. The strength of his probing tongue and the softness of his lips was rapidly driving Chela toward orgasm. He could feel her resisting even as he was resisting her masterful mouth on his cock.

In concert Chela pressed her fingers into the space below Mactuan's tightening balls, and Mactuan pressed his nose into the identical space between Chela's cunt and anus. The blood surged into cock and cunt together, and both swelled with the longing for orgasm. The lovers sighed their ecstasy in harmony and returned to pleasuring the other's near-to-bursting sex.

"Let go, my lover," Mactuan spoke quietly from between her thighs.

Chela tried to resist, but when she felt Mactuan begin to pulse in her mouth, she could no longer restrain herself. She cried her orgasm around the head of Mactuan's cock as she sucked forcefully and pumped his long shaft with her hand. She was surprised that no seed seemed to be erupting from his obvious orgasm even as she flooded his face with her own release of nectar.

Chela was angry with herself for not having control over her own release and readied herself to climb off Mactuan's body when his lips puckered around her supersensitive clitoris. He gently sucked it while circling it with his tongue, and her surprise was complete when she immediately had another crushing orgasm and cried her pleasure aloud to the awakening wood.

Chela's body went mostly limp, and she almost hit herself in the eye with Mactuan's still very erect cock. No seed had come out had it? Perhaps he hadn't really orgasmed after all. She gathered her strength and once again began licking and sucking his swollen manhood.

Within a minute she had yet another orgasm on Mactuan's skillful tongue and would have sworn that he burst in her mouth again. She was sure that his hips bucked his cock into her throat and that she felt the orgasmic waves pulse up his shaft. Yet she was rewarded with no flood. Her confusion at this and the shock of three orgasms in rapid succession was too much. She disentangled from him to sit beside his body on the boulder and catch her breath.

His face was soaking wet and smiling from his attention to her cunt, and his cock looked bigger and harder than ever as it glistened with her saliva in the new dawn's light.

"Do I not please you?" he asked seeing the expression on her face.

"What witchery is it that lets you not climax?"

"I have climaxed -- twice now," he assured her. "And I want more!"

"How? Nothing came out of your cockstem."

"So? You felt me climax, yes?"

"Yes, but --"

"I taught myself to separate the two," Mactuan interrupted. "I can climax with or without letting go my seed. That permits me to have many climaxes without spending myself. It took a lot of practice, but once I believed it could be done, I could do it."

"But how can you --"

Mactuan interrupted again, "Has Mother Hannah not taught you to let go of your control and climax as many times as you wish?"

"Not directly, but she did explain it to me. I had never experienced it before today."

"I had to learn the reverse: experience the pleasure without releasing the energy. Your magick as a woman is to experience the pleasure by releasing the energy. Let go and let me please you."

"Again, you teach me," she purred and lay back on the stone.

"No my beautiful witch, I serve you this morning," Mactuan said and turned to face her. He kissed her softly on the ears and eyelids, leaving faint traces of her own wetness upon her. "How may I please you?"

Chela spread her thighs for him and replied, "Slide into me. I want to hold you inside me."

"Gladly," Mactuan said tenderly and positioned himself between her legs. The tip of his cock nestled into her flowing folds and found her opening. "Shall I go slowly?"

"No," Chela said as she crossed her ankles behind his lower back. A quick contraction of her legs forced every inch of Mactuan's wonderful cock to slide smoothly into her gripping cunt. 

"Uhhhnnnn!" the penetrated witch moaned. "I want you deep. I want to feel you all the way in. I want you to fuck me."

"Yes, m'lady," Mactuan said with a devious grin, and withdrew almost his full length from her body again. "Remember to let yourself go."

"Will you let yourself go as well?"

"When the time is right," Mactuan agreed before sliding himself fully back into Chela's liquid heat.

"Uhhhhnnnn, more," she grunted and squeezed him with her inner muscles.

Mactuan began a long stroking rhythm and was rewarded with another orgasm from his lover in scant few minutes.

"More -- harder," Chela grunted. "Fuck me, Mactuan!"

Mactuan complied and also bent to run his tongue over her up thrust breasts. He licked and sucked first one than the other while plunging his engorged cock into her willing body. 

The effect was instantaneous and as visible as opening a shuttered window when Chela finally let herself go. Completely abandoning herself to the moment, she climaxed rapidly several times in a row as Mactuan's thickness plumbed her wet womanflesh hard and fast. Her brain swam and heat bloomed all over her body in a rippling cascade of flashing tattoos. Her moans and grunts grew steadily louder and more bestial as each orgasm was set in motion through her.

Mactuan's eyes were shut tight with exertion so the first indication he had of what followed was the simultaneous shock of an enormous intensification of the grip on his cock, the feeling of coarse fur rubbing against his thighs, and ten sharp talons raking across his back. It set off another fluidless orgasm in him, but his eyes flew open to find his vision obscured by two huge furry breasts.

He looked further up into a savage face with cruel yellow eyes and terrifying teeth. Just as he felt the skin on his back begin to slice under the onslaught of those ten passion-driven talons, Chela's monstrous mouth roared her lust into his face.

"Oh gods..." whispered Mactuan in wide-eyed amazement.

Chela crushed his small body to her and dug her ankles into the small of his back to force him even deeper into her. She was rewarded when she felt Mactuan's cock more than double in size, stretching and impaling her to her physical limit as her legs were pried apart by a sudden increase in the scale of his body.

Mactuan buried his muzzle between the giant mounds of Chela's breasts and breathed deeply of the scent of her body. His huge new cock reached incredible depths in her vice-like transformed cunt, and he felt his balls boil over.

The intensity of her own transformation and Mactuan's subsequent change set Chela alight with a final explosive climax. She clamped hard on his cock and felt it surge and pulse within her as he blasted stream after stream of semen into her depths. They both howled their joy in deafening harmony as they gave in completely to one another and celebrated what Nature had made them.

*****

Miles away Hannah squatted in her herb garden, singing quietly as she put new seeds in the ground in the early light of day. There was a sympathetic rhythm on the wind that had made her wet between the legs for hours, so she had decided to use that abundant energy to help some baby plants come into the world. 

Her silver shot hair spread unbound around her like a cape and wound its way for many feet though the garden rows. Its vine-like life placed patterns of encouragement in the working. Her sweet voice sang of sun and wind and rain, and the warmth and wetness of her arousal infused fertility and nourishment into the very air and soil around her.

As the echoes of two exuberant howls reached her ears, she smiled and stood. Ah, that explains a lot,  she thought and went back inside to put the kettle on.

*****

Chela woke shortly thereafter, curled nose to tale in her wolf skin and raised her head to look around. Mactuan was gone, but there was a newly killed rabbit on the boulder next to her and freshly picked flowers scattered in bright, fragrant, concentric circles around her. The rabbit was already cool, and Mactuan's scent was stale in the scent of new Spring flowers.

Chela wasn't comfortable enough in her new skin to be able to eat the rabbit raw, but she knew better than to waste it either. She rose in woman form to take the rabbit in one hand and a bunch of the flowers in the other; and ignoring the pain in her heart she leaped skyward off the boulder and flew back home clutching her burdens.

*****

Her mistress was waiting quietly at the table opposite an empty chair and a steaming mug of tea when Chela walked in naked with the rabbit and the flowers. Wordlessly she placed the carcass on the cutting board and the flowers in the new vase of water on the table. Then she walked to one of the countless shelves in the cottage and opened a tightly sealed tin of seeds with a clutch of small white flowers painted on the cover.

She poured a very small handful of seeds into her mouth, replaced the tin, and sat down at the table in front of the fresh cup of tea. The only sound for several moments was Chela's rhythmic chewing. The tears that dripped down her face at the bitterness fell silently. 

Finally took a long comforting swallow of tea and raised her red eyes to her mistress. There she found understanding.

"He brought your clothes back before he left," Hannah began.

"A wild thing that cannot be caged," Chela stated.

"A witch that cannot wed," Hannah replied.

Chela responded after several moments of silence, "The connection was almost immediate -- instinctual. If ever two creatures were meant to be together..." 

"Then rejoice in the love, however it may come," Hannah shouted and slapped her palm down on the table. "There is no cause for weeping at the flowing of a river. It goes whither it goes because it cannot do aught else. To struggle against Nature is to fail utterly."

"Your teacher's words?" Chela asked and wiped her nose.

"Her teacher's words, actually," Hannah smiled sadly. "I heard them in a setting much the same as this, just as my mistress did before me. The lesson's taste is always bitter, so you must sweeten it with the love you know is equally as real. It always hurts, though."

"It always will," Chela agreed.

"You may not have needed those lace seeds, by the way," Hannah observed quietly. "I do not know if Mactuan can sire children."

The girl merely shrugged.

"You were successful?" Hannah asked, changing the subject.

"Yes, Mistress Hannah. I am a skinwalker."

"I am proud of you, my darling. It is no small thing that you have accomplished. I would like to hear all about it when you have rested." Hannah paused a moment and then asked, "You succeeded in other ways?"

"In multiple ways," Chela said and managed a smile.

"You do not need to mince words with me, girl," Hannah said and leaned in conspiratorially. "You were able to fully let yourself flow and manage multiple climaxes?"

Chela nodded with eyes wide.

"Congratulations! You will never regret that lesson," Hannah praised with genuine applause. "Also - I must ask - how was his cock?"

"Oh my, I have never felt anything like it," Chela said and sighed. "It was big, beautiful, and he was very, very good with it. Coupling with him was intense, spiritual, primal... animalistic as you might imagine. He had a remarkably talented tongue as well."

"I suspected when he was younger that he would be quite impressive when he grew to manhood. You can tell me all the details while we mix up the ink for your new mark," Hannah encouraged. "You will need to shave down there too, if we are to put it in the right spot."

"Yes, Mistress Hannah," Chela replied and finished her tea. "I need a bath anyway."

Hannah busied herself digging out ingredients, finding a razor, and unpacking the tattoo needles. Her back was to Chela, who had not moved from the table.

"Mother?"

Hannah could hear fresh tears in Chela's voice, and she paused at the irregular honorific. "Yes, my childe?" she answered without turning.




Instinct



she sat on the edge of the thin narrow bed, as naked as the day she was born. Looking up at Me with love and concern, she finally nodded. 

she was ready. 

"Are you sure about this?" I asked. she nodded slowly, her hands clenched together in her lap. 

I mounted the bed with My trusting girlfriend and slave. As usual, I was fully dressed while she was fully nude in her dorm room. I heard a small group of students talking loudly as they walked down the hallway; they clearly had no idea about the activity about to take place behind the wooden door of the dorm room they were passing. 

Perched atop the lone dresser, a tall pillar candle provided the only light. I kissed her cheek, then assumed My intended position behind her, sitting back against the wall, reaching forward to help guide her back between My spread legs so she could lean back against My chest. 

"Master..." she whispered, the nervousness evident in her voice. 

"Are you scared?" 

she nodded slowly and swallowed loudly. 

"Good. you should be scared. But I'll take care of you, as always. you're safe with Me." 

"i know, Master. But still..." 

"Yes?" I prompted. 

she was silent, lost in her thoughts. I allowed her to think, to contemplate what was about to happen to her, gliding My hands over her body. It took a little time, but I eventually felt her begin to relax, begin to breathe more easily. 

"Just touch me, Master, please..." 

I touched her. I kissed her. I hugged her. she slowly became more and more aroused, signaled by the change in her breathing, the soft contented sighs, the way she began to writhe sensuously against Me. her hands fondled her own breasts as I watched over her shoulder, noting how she pinched her own nipples, pulling them further and further away from her heart and causing her to whimper from the self-applied pain. 

"Master," she finally breathed, "i'm ready." 

I kissed her cheek one final time, then reached to the supplies beside U/us upon the bed... 

she hesitated. "Don't stop," I ordered her, and My loving, trusting slave resumed the fondling of her chest. "Good girl." 

I picked up the large transparent plastic bag, trying to be as quiet as possible to lessen her understandable fear and hopefully prevent her from panicking. Carefully, I opened the bag, feeling her tense against My chest upon hearing the sound of the bag opening. 

"It's okay," I whispered, hoping to calm her and reassure her. I felt her shudder and heard her whimper softly. With one arm, I hugged her briefly, kissing the side of her neck. As I released her and returned my attention to the plastic bag, I felt her shudder against me again. 

"you're safe with Me, always," I promised her softly as I placed the mouth of the bag at the top of her head. With her short-cut hair, the bag was soon placed fully over her head, her hair fully contained inside the plastic, which would make the next part a little easier for Me. 

"M-Master..." 

"I'm right here with you," I reassured her. Leaving the bag in place over her head, she had a decent airflow coming up past her neck, and the bag was large enough that it was not plastered to the front of her face. 

"Keep fondling yourself," I commanded My sweet, trusting slave. As she complied, My hands roamed her body, My fingernails gently scraping her skin. her breathing was changing again, slowly transitioning to indicate her aroused state. A car horn outside the window and the sound of a student in the hallway likely talking on a cell phone barely registered with My ears, but I hoped that those sounds were reassuring for My willingly-vulnerable slave, sounds of normal everyday events to anchor her to the present and not to the immediate future. 

"Take a deep breath," I instructed, and she complied, her stomach dipping inward underneath my hands, her sides expanding against my arms as she filled her lungs one last time and held her breath. 

Working a little quickly, I ensured the plastic bag was fully pulled down past her thin neck, then reached beside U/us upon the bed to the roll of wide red electrical tape and the scissors. A few seconds later, the tape had been wrapped several times around her neck and cut, trapping the plastic against her vulnerable skin, entrapping the remaining oxygen around her head. As soon as I had set the tape and the scissors back upon the bed, I wrapped My arms around her and kissed her shoulder. 

"you're safe with Me," I said softly, hoping to help My nervous girlfriend to remain calm. I was pleasantly surprised that she was continuing to fondle her breasts as she trembled against Me, clearly still holding her breath inside the plastic bag. 

"Breathe." 

she shook her head, fear clearly overcoming her instinct to breathe. 

I reached down between her legs, dipped a finger inside her, and drew her wetness up to her clitoris, then began to rapidly strum her sensitive nub. That was the key, forcing My slave to exhale loudly into the bag, beginning the rebreathing process. As I pleasured her, she whimpered, she began to writhe against Me, and she squeezed her breasts with a little more force, her breathing accelerated in large part from having initially held her breath for so long. 

"Good girl," I praised. 

she was breathing faster, then her breaths slowed, inhaling longer, holding her breath a bit, exhaling slowly, repeating the process. 

Removing My hands from her wet sex, I took her hands in Mine, and she squeezed hard, clearly trying to squelch her fear and her panic. "I'm here with you," I reassured her. "you're doing just fine..." 

her breathing changed: inhaling longer, exhaling quickly. she tried to lift her hands to her face, to tear open the bag so she could breathe, but I held her hands firmly in Mine in her lap. 

When the plastic touched her nose and her lips, she panicked greatly. her struggle was glorious, yet I held her hands firmly for another five seconds or so before releasing them. But in her panic, she was unable to claw open the plastic. she wheezed, she gasped, in a way it sounded like she was gagging, and through it all she clawed rapidly at the bag, twisting in My arms as I held her with a hand again busying itself between her thighs. 

When she at last managed to tear open the front of the plastic bag, she breathed fast and hard, as if she had just run a long distance. Yet as she finally was able to again do something instinctive which is so often taken for granted, her hands again returned to her chest, kneading her breasts as I strummed her clitoris again and thrust the fingers of My other hand deep inside her. My slave was gasping, but for a very different reason. 

"Cum," I ordered her. "you deserve it. Cum!" 

A few seconds later, the heavy breathing filling the room was a sweet, sweet sound to My admittedly-biased ears, for I have long adored the sound of her heavy breaths as orgasm drowns her senses. 

When she finally slumped back against My chest, sagging with satisfaction, she moaned softly as I withdrew My fingers from her and held her tightly, the bag still upon her head with a gaping hole in front of her mouth. I cuddled her for a long time in the candlelight, gently stroking her, even occasionally kissing her cheek through the plastic. 

Eventually, I pulled away the electrical tape and lifted the torn plastic from her head. As I set the tools of her former distress aside, she slid off the bed, standing and turning around to face Me in the candlelight, a slight smile upon her face. 

"i did it," she announced, surprise evident in her voice. 

"You did it," I confirmed, " and you did it well." 

The slight smile turned into a grin. 

"I'm very proud of you." 

"Thank You, Master."



Instinctive Lust



Her hands held mine, fingers softly stroking the wet, sultry flesh, as she drew me up from the bath. I her eyes was nothing less than love and lust, the promise of pleasure, mixed with the anticipation of lurid thoughts that consumed her mind with a frenzied desire. She'd never been this bold before, but I guess temptation was to much for her, I'd known about the attraction, I wasn't blind, in fact you could almost say to some degree I had been quite flattered, and maybe turned on by it.

I loved the way her eyes would ogle at my legs, how they studied them, their slim trim shape, rising up, often seductively wrapped in glossy golden pantyhose, that disappeared beneath a skimpy short or tight skirt. I used to fantasize at night about how she'd sneak a glimpse, try to position herself, so that she could see if I was wearing panties. Its true that I tormented her, opening my legs just wide enough to entice her, to get her hot and flustered, forcing herself to divert her gaze and always fighting the addiction to look back.

We'd known each other for about twelve months, kissing only once, but the attraction had always been there, trying to keep it secret, locked away but never managing it. We weren't lesbian, that was part of the problem, both of us were married and both treasured our spouses, yet we felt this intensity, this sexual heat that continued to build up

There was passion and commitment in her eyes in equal uncompromising measure, her bold strength determined to carry her through, to seize the moment and taste the pleasure. I was beyond shocked, I was totally dumbfounded, this being the one thing I had never really expected, no longer the tease, I was meek, given over to her desires, my body an aching vessel of yearning that now longed for the inevitable.

My heart was all a flutter, body chilled, quivering with all expectation, nerves and sudden drop in temperature as slowly she now assisted me from the bath. I stood before her in all my morning glory, naked, flesh glimmering in low winters sunlight that pierced the cracks in the thin Venetian blind. Her hands still held mine so tenderly, fingers still softly caressing the flesh as her eyes danced over the sight which she had longed to see. 

She took a moment to study it, to see the design of my form, the long legs that had so often been a cause of temptation to her. They rose upwards almost majestically. Their shape sculptured and trim, the result of prolonged and often heavy workouts, they gave way and blossomed into rounded, curvaceous thighs and hips that led to a trim, taunt stomach that was flat, and chest that bedazzled her.

There her eyes momentarily remained, fixed to roundness of my breasts, the swell of my femininity, that currently sparkled like a glistening gem. The erect nub of my nipple was a like a stork draped in honey, throbbing and tormenting the both of us, she trying desperately to fight the urge to taste its sweetness just like she'd had done when her eyes had met with the shaven moistness of my sex.

Her face inched closer towards mine, soon I could feel her hot breath against my flesh, washing over me like a thin invisible mist of sensual heat. There was a moment of prolonged nothingness, a stalemate where we just seemed locked like that, not touching, but wanting to, desiring to, but not actually committing the act. Our bodies, quivering, hearts thundering, minds urging, wanting so badly or that first real embrace to be sealed and confidence to be shared out so we both could progress to the stage we both now knew we wanted to reach.

It seemed a tentative start, given that we both felt the same compulsion for each other, yet also both were also struggling to come to terms with it. Our faces finally merged, lips moulding to each other, kisses that started off slow, rapidly grew into passion filled, stimulation that rose the body temperature dramatically. It was the first time I'd ever been kissed by another of the same sex, her soft velvet lips seemed almost made for my mouth, whilst her tongue soon grew to be an explorative tool in its own right. I could feel the buzz of pleasure swooning through my form, nerve ends alighting and beginning to tingle, coming vibrantly alive as my clit stiffened at the same time as my nipples.

Drawing away from each other we gain seemed almost hypnotised by the others face, each one flush with colour, eyes glimmering like jewels, expressions one of happiness and intimate love, mutual respect. "You've no idea how much I've wanted you", she whispered, her sexy seductive voice so raspy and full of promise that I nearly collapsed. Her right hand relinquished mine, I felt it rest against the beginnings of my hips, soft powerful fingers that lightly touched the flesh which tingled with delight. "No idea", she continued in same sexy voice, "how often I thought about doing this, touching, stroking, kissing, and eating you. Sleep has been a playground of lustful dreams which have aroused me and forced me to tease my clit."

As she said the last bit, her hand journeyed down towards my sex, my legs instinctively opening, widening with utter relish, as I felt her palm press against the throbbingness of my feminine slit. It was an earthquake of lust that erupted within me, feeling her hand resting so powerfully yet also so tenderly upon that which is my most intimate part. I doubted little that she could feel the pounding, the warmth and the dew of excitement that was all within me and forever increasing.

A finger lightly traced the opening of its slit, a shudder of pure delight rampaged through me, which gave way to glimmer, an electrifying sparkle of lust that set ablaze every nerve end within my body. "I'm going to enjoy this", she said in between short but exuberant kisses that reinforced the sensations which she stirred within my sex. My body was in bliss, head swam with delight, I could have stood there all day kissing, listening to her soft seductive whispers and that light, but stimulating finger that so gently heightened all of my senses.

Slowly she edged me towards the wall, so that my shoulders rested against them, my legs splayed out, sex open waiting, wanting, desiring that touch that was going to ignite the inferno within me. Her broad, gentile and seductive smile, told me everything I needed to know, as I watched her glided flawlessly down my body, close enough to me that she extended her tongue out and let it run down in between my bosoms.

I stood there like a statue, my chest heaving, my heart pounding, my flesh glimmering like the soft sensuous buzzes of electricity, my mind a rash with thoughts, desires and questions. I hadn't had chance to think of anything other than the eroticism which had surfaced, yet in that fleeting moment, a question sprang up, a realisation of what was truly happening here. I was about to make love to a friend, a good friend, someone who I had trusted implicitly and without question. Sure they'd been attraction, but never this powerful, was I really ready for the consequences of what could happen, the strain on the friendship, the desire that might spring from it. What if it was enjoyed to much, would there be a compulsion to repeat it, a need a desire that forever would burn and the guilt of each one of us betraying our husbands, the very people we had promised faithfully to love, cherish and honour for all of our lives.

I wondered if the same thoughts were or had traversed through her mind, it gave me comfort to think that they had, as I looked down at her, her face level with my sex, her eyes glancing up, so bright and vibrant, face alive, pulsing with colour that could only come from true carnal lust. Just looking at her was bad enough, she provoked feelings within me which were different from what I'd been used to, it was more intense, and more sexier. Being able to touch her, to smell the odour of perfume and the thought of being intimate was beyond intoxicating, could I really deny myself the pleasures of what was about to unfold, did I truly want that?

The thoughts that roamed within my head were quickly shattered; my body shuddered with an expectant, arousing desire, as I felt my lovers tongue make its first impact upon my sex. It was like a strike of lightening, a cataclysmic shock of desire that spread out within me, all centring upon and around my sex. A gentle, erotic tingling sensation flooded through me, penetrating the folds of moist flesh within me looking, searching out the erect nub of my clit. My chest heaved dramatically, my head rose skyward, eyes closed, I felt my body respond, the sweeping sensations, that surged up, the hardening of my nipples, arousal overload.

Her tongue continued to dance, dragging itself over the lips of my sex, lightly at first, skimming the opening, before slowly beginning to enter its domain and tasting the sweet nectar of my desire. My whole body appeared to relax, my sex throbbed with unrelenting pleasure, I could feel her mouth pressing against its lips, her tongue delving into the sensual flesh, penetrating it, toying with my clit, sucking, kissing and licking. My eyes rapidly closed, heavy with desire, my whole body and mind was laced with a deep erotic lust that became visible upon my skin, by a thin layer of glistening sweat.

Her tongue continued its intimate assault, probing deeper and further into my sex, her hands clamps my thighs, holding them tighter as she sought to truly feast herself. I couldn't help but allow myself to moan, to let out a low but audible whimper of pleasure as again I felt the wave of her eroticisms surge through the internals of my body. My own hands involuntarily found their way to her head, cupping its sides, pressing her closer to my body that now began to demand more lavish and spectacular penetration, something which she was only too willing to give.

Her tongue roamed with a more feverish desire, delving deep into the crack of my sexual treasure, wild and erotic movements, that tore through my body alighting nerve ends and fluttering my heart. Pleasure totally ambushed me, my eyes closed, so heavily laidened with desire, my head swam, entering this dream like state, where everything appeared to be almost exaggerated. Her tongue penetrated deeper, teasing my clit harder, lips pressing more viciously, clamping almost the softness of the opening and devouring it with avid delight.

My chest heaved so dramatically, my heart thundered, body quivered and shook, spasms of delight rampaged through me, nerve ends screamed mercilessly for joy. Murmurings of pleasure echoed from my lips, filling the room and sounding like a chorus of some undistinguishable song. Pressing her harder against me, I could feel the desire leap from me to her, her hunger growing, as she tasted the sweet luxuriant scent of my arousal. Her face buried in my crotch, mouth chomping, tongue sweeping dramatically, I could barely stand up, as muscle spasm after muscle spasm tore through me. Pleasure and lust swirl, mixing together in one enchanting and addictive cocktail, fighting the compulsion to climax, was getting seriously harder now.

.II.

Over to the bed we go, we've said very little in the past hour, we haven't needed to, words aren't required, we know what the other wants and requires. You stare up at me, those full gorgeous eyes so sensual and entrancing, bedazzle me, forcing me down towards your body which is know naked, displayed for my eyes in all its natural splendour and wow is it majestic.

I kiss you with as much passion and tenderness as you had done me, lavish and long embraces that pepper every inch of your face, neck and lips, especially the latter two. I can taste the beads of sweat, salty, sultry liquid that is an indication of your passion and the desire that builds within you. I move stealthfully downwards, onto your chest and those majestic globes of feminine flesh, I feel the pounding of your heart and racing of your pulse.

It pleases me massively to know that I excite you, that my kisses are bequeathing stimulation upon your form, for it's a body that should be worthy of such pleasures. Your back arches as my mouth makes its first light caress upon the lips of your sex, I can feel the muscles relax, your body drain itself of the tautness which you imposed upon it. A whirlwind of sensations marry within you, swarming over not just you sex, but your entire body, as again I embrace the sweetness of your feminine treasure.

This time it is more prolonged, more deserving and passionate, your heart and pulse race, no longer a steady rhythm every second, now it's a thunderous pulsating frantic beep that tells me of your delight. From between you splayed open legs I look up at you, your body truly is majestic, those mounds of succulent flesh so inviting, especially with the stork like nipple just waiting to be stimulated. Your eyes are closed, face full of concentration, mind no doubt determined to savour every last drop of pleasure, for a body that feeds off like others require nourishment of food.

There is a heaviness of desire resting around you, a thin veil of mist that touches and lightly caresses you form, the flesh shimmering from both that mist and salty beads of perspiration. I smile more fuller now, as my head returns back to the place where it feels more comfortable. A kiss linger-some and enchanting is placed upon the crease of your thigh, where legs meet sex, but not on the sex, just off to one side. You feel my tongue lick so potently, dragging itself over, dancing and caressing the flesh that shivers and responds beneath it. A whole new wave of bliss erupts within you, desire, eroticisms and lust sweeping majestically upwards, enveloping nerves and enchanting them bringing them to life in the most spectacular way, that a whole series of soft lustful moans whimper out of your mouth.

Almost teasingly I move across, letting my tongue slide across the sensual flesh, heading towards its goal that soft, moist mound of your sex. Every movement I make stirs images, feelings within you that bring you closer to rapture, you feel the hardening of your clit, the pulsing of your nipples, the thundering of your heart, its strong commanding beats traversing throughout your entire form.

I know how much you desire to have my lips nestling against you, to feel the swish of my tongue, the penetrative stabs, the suckling upon the swollen bud of your desire that allows you to bask in monetary pleasure as your mind and body swoon from the enjoyment of it all. The odour of your excitement is massive, the juices build up within you, your body a veritable feast of pent up desire just waiting, wanting to be released.

With my fingers I part the lips of your sex, a shudder of delight echoes through you; anticipation is like an icy erotic wave that cascades through you, chilling the nerve ends. So close now is my face to your delicious sex, that you can feel my hot, sultry breath against you. You feel it impact against the naked moistness of your most intimate part, how it spreads out, covering all those luscious folds, fanning and teasing across the flesh with such hypnotic bliss.

When it came, your body shudder with incredible delight, a tidal wave of relief swept through you, consuming you, muscles contracted with eagerness wanting this to be lingering touch that would send you into the depths of pure orgasmic pleasure. My lips pressed against the wanting moistness of your sex, my tongue toyed with bud of your sex itself, flicking over it, roaming around it, stimulating and unleashing all of its potent power. 

You rested back, you arms extending out, holding me, cupping my head and drawing me still tighter, forcing my willing head to press against the crotch of yours that was so worked up. A hundred soulful and erotic kisses were unleashed, each other so powerful and potent that I felt your body respond, sucking, cleaning, licking and tasting the juices that were easily teased from within you, began that spiral of rapture which had been so long waiting for.

Your hands held my head more firmly now, refusing to let me pull me, instead demanding that I eat sex with more vigour and I only too willing to comply with that. Your body begins to responds, hips gyrate slowly at first, the noises escaping from your mouth become more vocal and prolonged. 

Your hips rise upwards, and forwards, pushing themselves even tighter against me, as my your body begins to writher and dance. I feel the muscles tighten, my mouth launches a fresh and furious assault upon your sex, knowing you to be close. I taste your juices in abundance, as the compulsion for pleasure now grips us both, your body is a shimmering wreck, just waiting, wanting the release which you struggle to hold back. I can feel every tender ripple, every single echo, the tightening of muscles, the build up of desire and lust, the feverish want for that orgasm. My mouth continues to eat you, devouring the sweet nectar of your pussy, sucking, nipping, stroking the inner flesh of your sex, seeting your body ablaze, which also continues to writher and dance, this time even greater meaning.

The inevitable came, your resilience broke, the climax shook you like a terrific earth, rising from the very depths of the pussy that I was eating and spreading in all directions, caressing and provoking sensations of total euphoria. A shrill of pleasure, heaving of your chest was dramatic, but heightened further by the fact that I sought to lap up every piece of your sweet passion juice, until nothing remained.

For a moment we lay there, in that position, motionless as though frozen in time. You naked on the bed, legs open, me with my face still buried at your crotch, equally attired, for any third person that could have seen us, it must have been both erotic and romantic, two lovers caught for a second in time after a torrid, but blissful lovemaking session.

Slowly I move, beginning to crawl upwards, towards you, my body gliding over yours so that when we meet and kiss, you feel my breasts against yours, as I feel yours. We kiss lavishly, mouths enveloping each others, tongues exploring, searching, licking, the ruminants of your juices are being swapped back into your body. Both of us are tired, bodies shimmering with eroticism, nerve ends still alive and vibrant, but energy sapped. Instinctively we just want to cuddle, to be close, to feel the other's body and rest, recuperated and see if we desire the need to play again.