A/N:
Many thanks to my wonderful editor Lunarosa for her tireless help. Changes had been made from the original submission that hopefully enriched the story more.
-BD
Prologue
The chirping sounds of the birds in the trees and the smell of the verdant forest carried on the fresh breeze. The ancient trees towered over her as she walked through the faintly visible deer path, and she felt safe in the midst of the hushed stillness of the primeval and remote place. She could hear the faint rustling of small animals in the underbrush frolicking and foraging for food. The place was teeming with life, but the one being she was looking for was noticeably absent. She hurried excitedly along the faint trail, hoping that she would find her elusive quarry. The sparkling lake water beckoned through the breaks in the trees. She trudged through the sweet-smelling knee-high grass, not caring as it lashed at her naked form, and shielded her eyes with her hand from the sun to search the other end of the lake.
"He's not coming," she thought forlornly, shoulders drooping with disappointment. Sighing, she slumped down and sat on the ground, pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around both legs as she rocked to and fro in an effort to comfort herself.
The faint yipping sound reached her first and then the howling of several wolves ripped through the air and echoed across the vast stillness of the forest. Raising her head, she alertly scanned the surrounding area. On her right, just at the edge of the tree line, she saw several pairs of glowing eyes staring at her, revealing a pack of wolves that had found her.
The biggest of them stepped forward. Its luxurious black fur glistened under the sun. Intelligent emerald eyes glowed with challenge as it cocked its head at her and stalked silently forward. She sat frozen, waiting with baited breath to see what the wolf would do next. Treading silently, it reached her and started sniffing delicately at her folded hands. As the enormous wolf continued to lock eyes with her, boldly, it slowly licked and nudged her hands. The other wolves faded back into the trees.
"I thought you'd abandoned me," she softly told the wolf. "You're usually waiting for me here." She lifted her hands and ruffled and caressed him behind his ears. The majestic wolf preened under her hands. Suddenly, he nudged her strongly onto her back and started licking her stomach with his slightly rough tongue.
"Hey! Stop that!" she laughed. His tongue was like a torture device that tickled her endlessly. She was laughing hard as she tried to push his head away from her. "No more, please!" She cried breathlessly, as the big wolf licked her belly button and sides.
Sprawling helplessly on her back, she wrestled with him. She tried to gently push him away with her feet and legs, which centered the wolfbetween her legs as he moved to resist. The wolf paused in his licking while she took a huge breath to recover. The wolf put his paws beside her head and growled low in his chest. She was so startled that she looked at him directly. And right before her astonished eyes, the wolf morphed into a man-wolf being. His whole body grew and elongated into a huge muscular shape of a man, but his head retained the ears and muzzle of a wolf. His fingers were tipped with lethal looking claws and his mouth was full of razor-sharp looking teeth. He was massive in appearance and dwarfed her as she lay underneath him. She was quite perplexed to realize that she was not alarmed or afraid of this monstrous being on top of her. Somehow she recognized that he would never harm or hurt her.
Locking his eyes with hers, he slowly sniffed his way down to her open sex. She knew she should push him away and stand up, but she lay there unmoving, waiting for what he would do next. His mesmerizing emerald eyes glowed with unearthly light and compelled her to submit to him.
Slowly, his tongue came out and leisurely lapped at her cunt lips. She hissed in pleasure. Her brain tried to make her limbs to move,to kick out and dislodge the wolf-man that was now feasting on her open pussy! In her mind she was screaming; "No! No! This is so wrong! It can't be happening," but she couldn't seem to open her mouth and say the words aloud. All she managed to utter were helpless moans punctuated with blissful sighs.
The wolf-man kept his eyes locked on her as he continued to voraciously eat her cream. After she had cum many times, he stopped and straddled her body. He licked, nipped, and lapped at her torso. He lavished her breasts with the same meticulous attention as he did her pussy. She was so sated, all she could do was attempt to move her head to the side to avoid his tongue as he sought her lips.
As she continued to peruse the magnificent creature, she shyly sneaked a quick look at his package. He was enormously erect! His cock pointed straight down and seemed to be targeting her open pussy. His cock was like a small trunk of a tree! At least it appeared that way to her inexperienced eyes. It was bigger than her wrist and probably longer than a ruler. No way could that monster fit in anyone's pussy, definitely not in her virginal one! She raised panicked eyes back to his amused ones. He appeared to be smirking at her as she heard his guttural word: "Mine!"
Suddenly, he plunged his monster cock into her weeping pussy as she screamed --
"Aaaahhhh!!" She bolted upright in her bed as her pussy continued to convulse in a tremendous climax. She laid back and panted until her breath evened out.
She got up and went to the bathroom. Splashing cold water on her face, she watched her reflection in the mirror by the sink. This was not the first time she'd had these dreams, but it was the first that she had sex with the creature who was man and wolf. Mostly they just played and frolicked around, he in his wolf form. It was just so bizarre that she dreamed of sex, when in real life she was what anyone would call a prude.
Something has to give,
she thought
. I cannot continue to have these weird dreams. Maybe Pam is right, and I need to get laid and get rid of this pesky virginity. Or maybe I'm just reading too many werewolf romance books, and my subconscious slotted it into my dreams. Time to lay off those paranormal romances, it's going to make me batty if I continue to have these dreams. Well I can't really complain much, he's one hot looking werewolf
. Yawning, she took one last look in the mirror and sauntered back to bed.
CHAPTER ONE
"I can't believe you've talked me into this one. This is just plain crazy." Alexandra Grant glared at her best friend, Pamela Wilkes, as she closed the passenger door of her friend's car. "Crashing parties when we were teenagers was fun, but this one screams of total irresponsibility. We can get into a lot of trouble for this."
"Get off it already, girl. I promise you'll enjoy yourself. A girl I work with told me that this guy throws such great and lavish parties. Besides, it's not actually crashing a party. My friend told me that this party has an open door policy. Anyone can come as long as they are with someone else who's been invited. Nobody will know that we're crashing it, so quit your worrying, and for once, have fun! Of course it doesn't hurt that there is a lot of gorgeous eye candy in attendance too. Besides, you promised me that you'd make an effort to look for a man tonight and end your vow of celibacy," Pamela said with a smirk, "and I for one am not going to let you renege on it."
"Is that all you can think about? Hooking up? Look at this place. We don't belong here at all." Alexandra looked at the imposing front of the mansion, with all its lights ablaze. She couldn't help but cringe at the possibility of things going bad. No one this rich throws a party and would just let anybody crash it. There would be security to keep that from happening, right? How could the two of them sneak in without anyone noticing? It seemed an impossible feat. "Besides," Alex continued, "this get-up you've given me is really uncomfortable and too revealing. They'll take one look at me and they'll throw us both out of the door."
She tugged down the hem of the miniscule red dress and her breast almost popped out of the deep neckline. Pamela had dressed her in everything Alex was wearing that night down to the thong and strappy high heel shoes on her feet, although she was not allowed a bra because according to her friend, it 'would ruin the line of the dress, for crying out loud!' If only she hadn't gotten drunk last week and agreed to this asinine proposal, she would be home relaxing and watching her favorite cable program,
Overhauling.
"Stop fidgeting, Alex! You look great. The dress looks decent, just a little bit on the sexy side. This is the first time in years since I've seen you in something resembling a dress. If I had your voluptuous figure, I would proudly display it. Working in that auto shop of yours robs you of any semblance of femininity. Wearing coveralls all day will not attract the attention of the opposite sex. Now, admit that you look wonderful."
Alexandra cast a dubious glance down at herself and glared at Pamela. "You're kidding, right?" 'Voluptuous' was such a misnomer. 'Chubby' was a more appropriate description for her. Sure, she had large breasts and curvy hips, but add that to her diminutive height --she stood barely five foot two inches barefoot-- and she couldn't believe she was the epitome of a desirable, sexy woman.
"I look like I'm a high-priced hooker. And you know I'm more comfortable just wearing jeans and a t-shirt." She gave a resigned sigh, "It's too late to do anything about it now so let's just get it over with. I'll give it a couple of hours, and if I don't find a man that truly revs up my engine then I'm out of here. If I don't find you by the time I'm ready to leave, I'll assume that you have found someone to hook up with and I'll just grab a cab home. Are we clear?"
"Crystal. But promise that you'll give it a fair shot." Pamela unwaveringly stared at her until she grudgingly nodded her head.
Alex didn't understand why her friend was so concerned about Alex's nonexistent sex life that she had resorted to dragging Alex here. Admittedly, she might be a little old at twenty-five to still be a virgin, but there was no help for it. Every time she went out on a date, she felt like she was in an emotional vacuum. No matter how hard she tried or how charming her date was, there was just no spark or any physical attraction to tempt Alex to finally get the deed done. She would not shortchange herself and settle for just a fuck. So what if she used her own fingers to get satisfaction? It got the job done. Besides, she was just too busy establishing her garage in a male-dominated field to put up with the hassle of a demanding man in her life.
Even as a little girl, she had always been fascinated with cars and engines. When she was old enough, she helped her dad tinker and restore his old 1971 MGB. In high school, she went to a special vocational school to learn auto mechanics and went to work at a small garage for two years, while hoarding her money to scrape up enough to start her own. Now, five years later, she had her own garage with three full-time mechanics on staff. She just didn't have the time to date nor did she have the inclination to have sex just because everyone was doing it. It was not that she was waiting for marriage, just that she wanted to have her first time with someone who would fully engage all of her senses. Alex wanted to experience that overwhelming attraction and instant lust, and not settle for a tepid and unremarkable encounter.
Pamela grabbed Alex's arm and pulled her towards the huge opened double doors of the mansion. As theyneared, Pamela turned to her and mumbled, "Do what I tell you, and we'll bypass the guy manning the door."
Alex glanced at the man by the door and almost ran back into the car. He was huge, with bulging muscles and a menacing scowl on his face. She turned to Pamela and quietly asked, "Are you sure we can get through? Let's just forget this and go home."
"Hush! He might hear you. Come on and let's join that group of people so he won't notice that we don't have an invitation."
