In the Beginning:
I am alone. My pack has abandoned me for this weekend, their plans taking precedence. As I wander this small township, I allow my fantasies to become more vivid to me. Fantasies that have kept me warm on many a cold night. It is hard being a pack leader. Harder still, when one has no one to share with. I step into the shadows of an alleyway and call forth my deepest desires, letting them fill the empty place inside of me.
*A woman. Secure in herself, knowledgeable of the world and her place in it. Someone who will come to me willingly let me guide her, hold her, care for her. I need a female who is able to hold my beast at bay, or call it forward with just her smell, her look, her needs. *
I hear the light steps of someone on the street, near my hiding place. A female, pale skinned and wide eyed, makes her way past me. Her eyes are ever alert, glancing back and forth as she walks. I can smell her as she passes. The smell of womanhood and loneliness calls to something inside of me.
The hunter in me wants to lure her into the shadows. Seduce her with my mouth, tongue, teeth and hands. Mold her to my will and then bite her, hard enough to feel her flesh between my teeth. Chew on her and make her a small part of me. Ah but the human part, the essence of all wolven kind? That part wants to watch her, take her in. Help her if she will let me.
I start to move forward, my mind still not made up as to what I will do when four men converge on her from an alley across the way. They surround her, and her immediate reaction is so unusual that it cements what I want. She begins to curse them, her eyes flashing, her body straining from the need to lash out. They let her words wash over them as they move en masse to take from her.
A growl is all I release before stepping forward, into the light. Allowing first one, then another, to see me. My body has grown in bulk. My black hair has grown into a tuft of fur and even my teeth are longer and razor sharp with the need to defend.
I can smell their fear and her rage. The combination of scents is enough to arouse my blood lust, my need to hunt, to stalk, and to kill. I tamp that need down and give them a chance to be afraid, watching them with golden eyes, marking their scents. They turn and run, a pack of fearful hyenas, falling before me.
I push the change away, a moment's pain, and stride forward.
"Hello, I am Shelly. Tis a good thing I came along, yes?"
The female turns to look at me, her body still trembling from the need to fight or run. She is taller than me, nicely built with curves that scream
womanliness.
She is a bit older than me, as well. Her hair seems dark in the moonlit night but what get me are her eyes. Somewhere, deep inside she is a giver. I can feel it, like a light rain against my skin.
I want her. Not to make her part of the pack, or to hide her away for fear that she will break in the real world. No, I want her for me. To mold, to cherish, to cause pain and soothe with kisses when I am done. I want to wrap her in leather, stroke her with a lash and caress her with my body. I want her.
I can feel my inner beast stretching beneath her gaze. I am small. I know I don't look so scary in human form. These things are a blessing. She will feel safe with me. And while she is near, I have a better chance of making her want me.
"I know you don't know me but I would really like to buy you a cuppa coffee. Would you walk with me?"
Her head nod gave assent. We meandered along, no words being spoken. I could feel the first flush of wanting as we entered an all night diner and I saw her face clearly beneath the harsh glare of light.
She had lived and lived well. Nothing had been easy for her, but she fought and won. I waved a tired waitress over and waited for her to place her order before placing my own. Then when the white mugs were placed before us, I spoke again.
"Now, tell me about you. Make up a name if you would like, I don't care. Tell me anything you want to share."
Her voice was a husky contralto. She spoke about her troubles: a man who would not leave her alone, a house payment due, a fight. She told me a name: Sheri. I did not believe her, but I let it slide. The name wasn't what I needed anyway.
Afterwards, I paid our bill and took her back to the street, to wander, to talk. It was after we had entered the shadow of the park that I turned to her and bade her to watch.
My eyes grew large and luminous, the silver of the moon reflecting in them as the brown bled into gold. My body grew only a foot or so, but more than enough to show the difference. My voice became a husky growl as my teeth lengthened, curving down. I reached for her with hands that had grown 3-inch long claws. One movement and her coat was gone, hanging off of her in shreds. Then I stepped away and forced the change away, clamping down on the need to feast on her pale skin.
"Will you come with me? Let me have you just for this night? I won't hunt you later or try to hurt you, much. I need something only you can give me. Will you surrender, just for tonight?"
She looked shocked, amazed, even confused, but I saw no fear. Her voice was hesitant as she explained that she had never involved herself with a woman before.
"Ah, but all you have to do is respond. Cum for me, let me take you there and back. These are small things, yes?"
A head nod, a sigh. She would be mine, if only for this night.
I led her to the far side of the park, heading for my black jeep, parked under a stand of trees. She hadn't said anything more, only followed behind me. I could hear her heart and the rush of blood as we reached the jeep and I unlocked the passenger door. Just the smell of her had me salivating and it took all I had to control the urge to ravish her right there.
Once we were on the road, I turned on the radio and allowed the warm strains of Norah Jones to fill the empty space between us. Her scent had gotten stronger, the spice of the unknown blending with her tiredness and just general malaise. Something about her made me want to drown in her.
My house, when we arrived, was as dark and forbidding as I had left it. No lights to greet our return, no noise of any sort. After unlocking the front door, I turned to her and motioned her in. I spoke a word for light and smiled back at her when lights flared on in the hall and living room.
"Come on, girl."
I led her upstairs, never once looking back to track her progress. I could smell her and I knew she would follow me. We entered my bedroom a few moments later. I gave her a few minutes to grasp the enormity of what she had agreed to, moving to the side to allow her a better look at the crops, floggers, blinds and the like which hung from a cross by my far left wall.
"You may leave, right now, if you choose to. If you stay, there will be no leaving until daybreak."
I waited, but she made no move to run. Her smell intensified and I knew then that I would keep her for as long as she would allow it.
"Strip for me."
My voice had taken on a huskiness I despaired of, but she did it without hesitation. I watched in utter fascination as the whole of her body was revealed to me. She was beautiful: lovely legs, gorgeous hips and a waist that was quite small in comparison. Her breasts were neither overlarge nor miniscule...just the right size and shape for nipple torture or light bondage.
"Clasp your hands behind your back, spread your legs hip distance apart, tilt your head back slightly, eyes open."
Her body moved perfectly into stance, her breasts thrust proudly forward. I got up and walked toward her, inhaling her scent with each step.
"Mmmmm. Lovely."
My fingers traced her shape; cruising over the swell of her hips, the dip of her waist, the small of her back. She never moved, not so much as a muscle. I pinched each of her nipples, hard enough to bring them to partial hardness and then laved each one with a tongue tip.
Dropping to my knees before her, I leaned forward enough to plant my nose against her crotch. The smell was honey rich. She was ready for me to begin.
"Come girl. Walk on my left, to the cross."
The walk was completed in short order and then I spent a few moments gathering a few toys: a leather crop, silk scarves for tying, a long length of jute for a pretty game I had in mind, a black blind, a small anal plug. With my hands full, I leaned forward and captured her mouth with my own, licking the edges with my tongue. She opened to me with a sigh and I plundered the inner recesses with my tongue, stopping when my body screamed at me to continue.
"Go to my bed. Lie back and close your eyes."
I waited impatiently for her to position herself and then I strode to the side of the bed, looking down at the pleasant contrast between pale skin and black silk sheets. Grabbing her head lightly, I placed the black velvet blind over her closed eyes and positioned it so that it was snug. She looked so alone there; her body lay out before me.
"Arms stretched out above your head."
I took a silk scarf and wound it around both wrists, taking care to keep it from tangling. Once her wrists were bound, I used a second scarf to attach her hands to the wrought iron bedpost. I checked the connection, making sure she wouldn't hurt herself too badly if she moved.
"Spread your legs."
I used the remaining scarves to secure her ankles to opposite corners of the bed. Her body was now open for inspection. After a moment, I reached for a small pillow. I rolled it up and placed it under her back, causing her breasts to tilt higher.
Then I grabbed the length of rope. Starting at her waist, I wound it around her twice before putting a slipknot in it. From the knot I brought the soft rope forward, to nestle snugly between her slightly wet cunt lips. Now when she moved she would feel the friction of rope, rubbing against her clit. From that point I headed upward, wrapping her breasts. Over one and then the other, criss-crossing between them until all but the nipples and a bit of flesh were covered. After a moment's thought I lifted her head and wound the rope around her neck, using another slipknot to hold it all together.
