"Hello?" She called out but, as expected, the was no reply.
As quickly as it appeared, the feeling passed and she spent the rest of the evening setting up camp and briefly observing the pack from a high ridge, where they wouldn't see, or perhaps more importantly, smell her presence. They were a little close to the walking trails for her liking, but they seemed to be content to stay where they were and the lack of campers nearby meant the risk of them accidentally encountering people was very minimal.
There were two young adult wolves, a male and a female, in their first breeding season. Gemma watched as the male approached his quarry lying on the floor a little away from the pack. He licked her snout and sniffed at her face, fur and then moving to her hind area. Gemma couldn't hear but knew from years of experience the female would be whining gently, a signal to him that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. The male licked gently at the female's rear, her tail up and ready to recieve his seed as he positioned himself over her, bending his back legs and sliding so his erect penis gently entered her, their first sexual experience shared together as he begun pumping away, reacting to the call of nature to mate.
As Gemma watched, she thought about one of her own fantasies, here in the forest. Since she heard the wolfman story, she had imagined what it would be like, but also enjoyed fantasising about what it would be like to be screwed by it, a Primal beast taking her as his bitch and taking out all his beastly sexual urges on her. Her reverie was interrupted by the mating couple letting out a small howl together, signalling their pleasure as her shot his cum into her and crying out to the forest.
She noticed that, normally, in mating season, there would be the odd scuffle between young males, trying to establish dominance for mating rights, but there was none of that today. They appeared to almost be waiting for something, the alpha keeping watch on an area deeper into the forest. She made a note of it, as well as noting when the new mating female may have puppies and headed back to camp, as the sun started to drop towards the horizon.
This is what she came here for. The sunset was almost perfect, the sky filled with orange and red hues, the water shimmering a goodnight wave to the sun and a slow cessation of the chittering from woodland critters, leaving Gemma totally at peace as darkness fell. She went into her tent and took her clothes off, ready to for bed. Gemma loved to sleep naked in the forest, as it made her feel closer to nature, her body unsullied by human clothes and, if she was certain no one was around, she would sometimes walk around her camp naked, the breeze bringing a slight chill up from the lake that gave her goosebumps in a good way and the feel of leaves brushing against her bare body always turned her on.
Staying in her tent, as she knew Mark might be nearby checking on campers, Gemma's thoughts went back to the young wolf lovers and slowly turned to her fantasy of the wolf man. She pictured a large, furry creature, more wolf than man but standing on two legs, arm and leg muscles bulging like it's penis, hard and pointing at her, as if it were choosing her. She imagined it would approach her, striding confidently over the forest bracken, sniffing at her and snarling gently and licking at her neck the same way the male wolf had to his female earlier.
The thought of this made her so hot, without realising she was playing with her own nipples, tweaking them into attention and imagining the beasts hands on them, gripping as she bent over, ready to be fucked. She reached over to her backpack, pulling her vibrator from a side pocket, switching it on and lying back, imagining herself being dominated by this alpha beast, grabbed and used as a breeding bitch, his big cock brushing against her vagina as she placed the vibrator against her opening. She imagined submitting to him, as he tore her clothes off with fangs and claws, allowing him to take her as her fingers brushed over her clitoris, her pussy damp ready for the imaginary cock she was taking. She imagined its hot breath on her skin, smelling like raw meat from an earlier meal and imagined the wolfman wrapping his arms around her, covering her in a blanket of sexual desire and anticipation. It would bend her over and, as she heard the growl and felt the hands and claws grabbing her hips, it would penetrate her, hard and strong.
Gemma imagined talking to it as it screwed her, encouraging and praising it as it pumped her hard, it's hips banging against hers, thrusting in deeper and deeper, snarling and growling as all its animal urges were fulfilled. As the vibe did a fantastic job of pretending to be the wolfman's cock, starting to make her cum, she moaned loudly, balancing on the edge and just waiting to be pushed over the point of orgasm.
"That's it, good boy," Gemma encouraged her imaginary beast.
Suddenly, there was a loud, rustling and commotion outside. Startled, Gemma dropped her vibe and jumped out of the tent to see what was happening. The first thing she saw, the only thing that framed all her attention were the three wolves, the hunters of the pack, less than ten feet away from her. She froze in fear as the wolves lowered their heads and bared their teeth at her, snarling and growling, both her and they recognising the primal relationship of prey and hunter and millenia of ancestry telling them how to react.
Gemma couldn't move, her body paralysed by the terror of the thought of these wolves, jumping at her, tearing her apart. Too late she realised she had left her gun in the tent and would never be able to reach it before they lept upon her. She managed to smile wryly at the irony that she was about to die at the paws and teeth of the creatures she had spent her life protecting, watching their leg muscles bunch as they prepared to jump on her. She then closed her eyes, ready for them to pounce.
She opened them again when the snarling stopped. The wolves were backing away, whimpering and, as they reached the edge of camp, they ran in terror. As she stood wondering why death by claws and teeth hadn't arrived but being very thankful that it hadn't, she felt the hot breath on the back of her neck. She spun around and there in front of her he stood. The Wolfman.
Gemma froze again, disbelief and fear gripping her simultaneously. The beast was slightly taller than her with brown fur covering its whole body, a wolf's face but human hands, body and feet, the blue eyes of carnivore staring into her soul. It sniffed at her, licking it's lips. Gemma momentarily thought she had gone from the frying pan into the fire and, rather than being rescued from the wolf-pack, the beasts curiosity had earned her a stay of execution.
As beads of sweat rolled down her shoulders, the beast, sniffed at her again, leaning towards her so it's snout touched her face. It licked the sweat off her shoulder, tasting her body. It sniffed and licked at her, her lilac perfume clearly intoxicating him. He sniffed and licked at her entire body, dropping down to all fours to smell her feet and legs, before moving up and stopping dead as it smelled her still excited vagina from her earlier fantasy, while adrenaline and relief coursed through Gemma's brain.
The beast panted noisily as is stood up, sniffing deeply as it smelled Gemma's sexual arousal. Gemma was surprised to see a cock starting to poke out of its fur, human looking like its other appendages and becoming erect as it took in the sight of her naked form and the smell of her excitement. Curiosity overtook as she lifted a hand, touching the beasts chest. It's fur was course but short and underneath, she could feel the bunched muscles tensed at her touch. It licked her neck again and Gemma breathed deeply, her other hand touching its stomach and running downwards, exploring its frame.
The beast lowered itself again, licking down Gemma's naked body, over her breasts, her ribs, her sides and her hips until it got between her legs, where it flicked its tongue, tasting her sweet juices from her her earlier fantasy about this very moment. Gemma sighed, putting her hand on the beasts head and opening her legs, guiding it where she wanted.
