You know me, or one like me, the burning fire evident in our eyes, in our enjoyment of things of the sensual nature. We are were. Not the horrible monsters of your fairy tales, told by nervous mothers to children who they wish never to loose to the pleasures of their so called "sins" of the flesh. Puritans. We are simply a slight genetic step away from humans, still considered part of the species, but of a different breed. We share more traits with animals, and we are all distinctive, we come in feline, such of the Basts, who will show you the traits of anything from your common house cat to the Panthers of the jungle. I myself am one of the Fenris, werewolves, kitsunes, and others. I am a wolf, a true werewolf, and the full moon calls to me every month, calling me forth to mate.
Oh, I do not change, I do not grow the ugly pelt of fur, grow claws, or even have fangs that lengthen, I am actually considered a classical beauty by the standards of today. I am not a twig, I am a well rounded piece of flesh, with high sitting D breasts that flow to a 36-25-34 figure that is done in skin as pale as the moon that rules me. My hair is black, unmarred by anything but the blue and red tints that come in the harsh lights of florescent bulbs, showing the truth of the color, putting to rest suspicions of bottled color, and making men and women stare. My eyes the Grey of a storm cloud with a golden sunburst around the pupils, giving them an odd piercing look, darkening to near black if I get fully aroused.
I have lain with both men and woman, but I prefer males, for the old instincts run deep in me, and I enjoy the feeling of a true mating. Humans are fun for an occasional dalliance, but seldom understand the need for power and raw sexual and sensual pleasures the full moon fills me with. They shy away from the pleasures that the mouth can bring, preferring to concentrate everything on the rocking motion that will bring them the orgasm. They so long for, never realizing how much a caress of teeth, lips, or fingers can bring. For the full moon, a fellow were, male and ready, feeling the pulse of Lunar-called lust as strong as I do is what I prefer. This is a tale of one such meeting.
I had been flirting with Aramis for several weeks, since the last full moon had left me unsatisfied, the mating of a poodle, wimpish and weak unable to call forth my sensual pleasure. I had watched him as he worked to save a floundering romance, the female who he loved dancing away from him, angry at the world and taking it out on everything around her, especially, it seemed Aramis.
He was handsome, his long hair colored in 3 shades, showing his features with interesting plays of the wind. The rugged look of his face was the long lean cut of a runner, a Panther born and bred. He had these eyes of brown, deep as a rich chocolate that would go golden if you aroused him, showing a gorgeous depth of color, looking like a fine brandy. He had a slight drawl, raised in the heart of the south, Georgia, sultry and warm like he was. We had been resonating crystals, a were ability that most humans can not do for the lack of vocal chords that are able to produce the sound needed. He had brought his personal crystal, named Teardrop, to me, for I could resonate her in ways that the male voice that Aramis possessed could not. I like Teardrop, she had an interesting resonance, sweeping through me, reminding me of the full moon threatening to rise at dusk that day, of the passions that swirled in my blood.
I would not take Aramis, he was mated, and was fighting, as much as I wanted him, the resonance from Teardrop made me want him more. But I would resist. I brought out Lightning Storm, my orb of black obsidian that earned its name for a swirl of silver fracture plains that formed a shimmery picture of a storm on a black earth, catching to any eye, thralling to a were. I sang it there, next to Teardrop and heard them resonate together, sweeping through my body, sending small shivers of sensation through my spine, spreading to my chest, making my nipples stand at stiff attention and causing my clit to emerge from its hood, my arousal wetting my lips and swelling them with blood. Just then I heard a soft growl from Aramis, the sound calling my instincts, urging me to rip his shirt off and taste his skin with my tongue.
"What is it Aramis?"
"Nothing, just the resonance"
"Can't take it, Panther?"
"Watch it Puppy, I am 5 years older than you"
"Oh yes, Grandfather, 26, so ancient"
"Don't make me get a newspaper Pup"
"Ooh, into kinky sex now, I bet Helen is simply thrilled, I know how much of a wild cat she can be"
"Funny Kassandra, you know that she has not talked more than an hour these past 6 weeks"
"I know, Aramis, she is just not coming around"
"Can we change the subject?"
Oh, we could change the subject, how about to the idea of a night spent worshiping our bodies in the thrall of the full moon? Would that work for you?
"What are you growling at Kassa?"
"The resonance"
"Getting to you"
"Watch it Panther"
"Whatever Puppy"
Oh, does whatever include jumping you and showing you just why Helen is stupid in my opinion? Showing you just what a wolf can do when mating, making you scream in orgasm, begging for more?
Oh, God, I have to control myself, was the only thought going through my head, turning back to the crystals I decided it would be best not to let him see my eyes, for they could betray me with their depths, dark as the night sky where the moon would hang that night. I slipped on some sunglasses, trying to ignore the growing pressure of the moon, only an hour until sunset, oh god, how strong the lunar call was. I shook my head, trying to clear it, fighting the urge to growl, knowing that the crystals would resonate it, and Aramis would likely growl in response. Oh god, him growling, the sheer sound caressed my skin like a tongue would, eliciting a moan from my throat that I could not trust my mouth to close around, to suppress. Get off of it Girl, get back to the rocks and get him out of here, then you can hunt at the club for something to fill your bed for the night. I returned to the task at hand, watching out of the corner of my eye as he adjusted his sunglasses, covering his eyes, hiding something. Hmm, maybe just a bit of fun, get him to drop that stone cold act.
"Kassa! Good god, what was that?"
"I just resonated both crystals at once."
"Why aren't they stopping?"
"They will react off of each other, let it wear itself out"