Marcus lay in the forest, staring up at the blushing dusk sky. He lay bare on the leaf litter beneath a great oak watching the dusk sky grow dark under the leafy shelter the great trees provided his naked form. He appreciated these last few peaceful moments in the woods before the wolf took over his body. Marcus had run deep into the woods as he did every moon-bright night before the change, he wanted to be far away from the village where his human form slept, he had no desire to hurt his people, most especially Claire.
She was, in a word, stunning. Her eyes shone bright as the stars and her hair fell down her back in soft waves that reminded him of leaves dancing on the soft forest floor as the wind whistled through the trees. She was a small girl, just of age, and her petite stature only caused Marcus to want to protect her more. Her big doe eyes and the tender skin of her breasts so well developed barely peeking out from the soft white blouses she wore always made Marcus moan inside.
Right now, at the thought of Claire, Marcus's wolf howled. Startling himself at the sound, Marcus chided himself for losing control in his human form, he did his best to fit in to human communities. He passed himself off as a traveler mostly, wandering from village to village. At the sight of Claire, he knew he would remain in this village far longer than was safe for his kind. He had found work as a village huntsman, and though he worked alone, he was able to bring in twice the number of game as the rest of the village hunters combined. Marcus thanked his wolf silently for the advantages it gave his human form.
Marcus shook the sentimental thoughts from his head as he noticed the stars begin to appear in the darkening sky, the wind shrieked through the trees and Marcus could feel the change start to come...
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Claire wandered through the woods at a leisurely pace as the sun traveled behind the treeline. She gently swung the basket she used to collect the mushrooms that she and her pig, Fredrick the Great, collected tonight. Catching a tune from the wind in the trees, Claire whistled along, keeping an eye on Fred as they traveled from tree to tree. He was trained to squeal when he found food, but the smart pig knew when to keep quiet and keep the best treats for himself. So Claire watched him with a wary eye.
She knew she should be heading back, but Fred had led them in a direction far from the village, and Claire debated spending the night in the woods. She looked at the soft, earthy leaves of the forest floor, calling her to lay down, she was suddenly sleeping and couldn't help but to rest in the soft undergrowth. As she lay down her head, she thought of Marcus.
Marcus, she sighed, liking the way his name rolled off her tongue. The moment he walked into town, she could not help but adore him. He was attractive, that was for certain, a big man, built like an ox, and with a charming smile that made Claire's stomach flip. But, there was something more than attractiveness that drew Claire to Marcus, something more than the raw strength he exuded or the feral look in his eye when he brought home his kill, Claire knew there was something drawing her to him, but she didn't know what it was. Even worse, she didn't know if he felt the same way about her.
Claire noticed that in her ponderings on her attraction to Marcus, her hand had slipped under her skirts and was now stroking her slit with her fingers, her hips bucking up to meet her reach as she teased her own pussy. Claire nestled back against the tree and loosened the ties on her shirt, letting her other hand wander over her tight nipples and soft mounds of her breasts. Claire let out a soft moan as her fingers brushed past her clit, and she imagined that it was Marcus's touch and not her own. She quickly pressed two fingers against her wet lips and felt them slide deep into her hot, wet, cunt. She whimpered against her own fingers, drawing figure eights on the inside wall of her pussy, she moaned again, a kittenish sound, barely escaping her lips as her breathing became stuttered and she began to fuck her cunt with fingers.
Claire lay there moaning, desperately trying to climb over the peak of her arousal, and reach blissful Nirvana, feverishly thrusting her fingers as she stroked her clit with her thumb. Claire opened her eyes wide, screaming her pleasure as her fingers worked inside her, forcing her to cum, hot juice running down her legs and into the undergrowth. As her pussy convulsed around her fingers, her body bucking against the tree, she caught a glimpse of bright yellow eyes staring at her from the trees.
"The wolves!" Claire gasped as she gathered her senses, her fingers slipping from her pussy to quickly retie her blouse. The wolves were rampant this year, already two people from the village had been killed, how had she forgotten so easily how dangerous the woods are at night? Fred ran, squealing up to the tree where Claire trembled. Claire searched her brain for options but she knew she was trapped, the wolf pack was big and the branches to the trees in the great forest were high and unreachable. Claire sat quietly, trying to face her coming death with dignity, for whatever that was worth.
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Marcus's wolf ran through the forest, it had heard a pig squeal and hoped it could get to it before the wolves did. The wolf was hungry, and ready for the chase and thrill of eating uncooked meat. But Marcus, in the back of the wolf's mind wondered, had that been a girl's scream earlier? Marcus hoped that is wasn't, he didn't have enough control over his wolf form during full moons to ensure any human's safety from sharp fangs.
The wolf bounded through the forest, slowing only when he reached the section of the woods he knew the squeal had come from, carful to keep downwind. The ears on his wolf head flicked back and forth, as his nose reached up to scent the air. The wolf wanted a fair assessment of the situation before wandering into possibly dangerous territory.
As he suspected, the wolf pack was already there, their fresh piss marking the trees around him, not a huge problem for Marcus's wolf though, the beast's great size and awkward form alone, would scare the wolf pack away. He wondered how hard the pack would fight over a single boar, the wood's wildlife being depleted as it was by the humans. He decided not hard enough to keep him from the kill and he scented the air again to figure out his best route into entering the clearing the wolves had surrounded the pig in.
