The Fabled Lands: Howling for It

Author's note:

This story is dedicated to Linda, who talked me into creating a set of stories all set within a fictional world inhabited with magic and mythical creatures... This is the second such installment but all are stand alone tales so you can enjoy it without needing to read the other first.

Warning:

This story contains humans having sex with one or more mythical beasts/creatures/things. If that disturbs you or you don't like the idea then stop reading now!

Imagine, if you will, a world where magic is real and creatures of myth and legend not only exist but interact with people. A world with huge cities and tiny villages, high rocky mountains and deep clear lakes, dense forests and sparse deserts. A place where anything can happen and people can find themselves in any situation. That is the Fabled Lands and this is one of its many stories...

Howling For It

Twenty minutes ago...

She'd not come to him last night, had something happened to her? Thoughts of her injured, or worse, filled his mind, unbidden.

No, she had to be alright or he would know. All his senses were on edge now and he was picking up no sensations that she was hurt. Still he couldn't shake that thought, of her lying in an alleyway dying, her throat cut.

He paced back and forth in his room. His mind was a jumble of confused thoughts. He wondered what he should do? Possible options presented themselves such as locking himself away, but that required another person to complete. He couldn't attach shackles to both his arms by himself after all, and if he still had one arm free he could escape.

So what else? The only other option that would come into his mind was to go out onto the streets. Leave this place and go to her. But that was unthinkable, he couldn't dare risk it, shouldn't dare. Yet he couldn't bring himself to push the thought away entirely.

He thought about it as best he could in his muddled head. He knew he probably should stay put, lock the doors and hope to see through the night, but the thought of her kept rising in his mind and the desire to see her was becoming overwhelming. It was almost like a physical need, a gnawing itch that wouldn't go away.

As he thought, a painful sensation spread down his back and made him whimper and drop to his knees. His skin felt like it was on fire, a sensation like electricity flowed all over him. Time was running out.

He gathered his thoughts and made a decision. He dragged himself to his feet and lurched to the door, pulling it open. With a glance up to the cloud covered growing moon in the night sky, Henry plunged into the darkness of the city streets.

Elsewhere at the same time...

She paced nervously. Would he be alright? Had she done the right thing in not going to see him yesterday? Nagging doubts filled her head as she waited.

He had made her promise. Should she have broken her word, as she had? That was all that kept running through her head as she looked out of the window and saw the moon rising. It looked especially bright that night, even with the clouds that passed across its face.

She hoped he would understand why she had done it. She loved him so much, this was the only way she could fully know him, however. If he came to her that was. But of course he would, where else would he go? She was sure. Although there was always that little doubt in the back of her mind questioning if she had been wrong, if she'd miscalculated.

Trying to block out those thoughts, she focused on conjuring up his face in her mind, seeing his easy smile and the way he'd wink at her cheerily when they were together. That helped, but still the unwanted thought persisted. What would happen if he didn't come? Who would be found dead tomorrow morning? And what would happen if the town found out the truth?

Tessa began to pace again and listened for any sound that would indicate his arrival. For long minutes all she heard was the sounds of her own breath and bare feet hitting the hard floor, until...

Now...

She stopped pacing and smiled as the unlocked door creaked open slowly, only by an inch or two then it swung closed again, but it was enough to make her heart beat faster.

The door swung open violently after the first tentative push, slamming so hard against the wooden frame that it was in danger of splitting, and the shape of a large man stood silhouetted in the gloom. He was clearly distressed, his breath coming in deep rasping gasps, shoulders heaving as he stared into the room, at the woman whom he both loved and, at that moment, hated.

"Henry!" Tessa said and held out her arms for him to come to her. She was naked, a gesture that she meant no harm, that she held nothing of herself back from him.

"You didn't come to me last night!" Henry said in a harsh tone, ignoring her nakedness completely, not even noticing it. His brow was sweaty, dark brown hair sticking to his skin as his eyes stared fixedly forwards, blazing.

He was in pain, his skin felt too tight as if it was stretched. A strange electric feeling was filling his head, making thoughts fuzzy and hard to control. It was all horribly familiar. Ten years he'd been living this way, ten long years since the attack which had changed his life, and yet never did it get any easier.

He still woke in the night from nightmares of that monstrous event. In his dreams he could hear the howling, sense the eyes behind him watching and then feel the fear deep down inside as he ran for his life through the woods. For a moment he thought he'd gotten away, was safe, then the rustle of branches gave away the truth. A huge black shape with glowing yellow eyes bursts forth from the unseen shadows, mouth wide, snarling...

He always awakened with a terrified scream the instant before the teeth dug into his arm as he threw it up to protect himself from the vicious attack.

For years afterwards he'd been alone, never daring to let anyone get too close to him, lest they find out his terrible secret. As a blacksmith he'd forged himself a cage, both metaphorical and literal. Heavy bars and thick iron chains were the only companions he trusted himself to be around, especially as the full moon approached. That was until Tessa had come into his life three years ago and all had changed.

"You didn't come!" Henry repeated more loudly this time, his voice filled with anger.

"I know, my love," Tessa said as she watched Henry stand and tremble in the doorway, "I know I should have."

"You promised me!" he said in a deep rumble and took a step into the room.

"I know I did Henry," Tessa said as apologetically as she could. She lowered her arms and simply stood facing him now.

"Why?" Henry demanded. His eyes were bright dots in the gloom and as he came closer, Tessa could see how wax like his skin looked, with a covering of sweat. It made her heart hurt to see him in this way, yet she knew she had to be strong.

"I love you Henry," Tessa said as she looked deeply into his eyes, "and I came to realise that I would not be fully happy until I know all of you."

Henry, her lover and soul mate, stared at her with that same intense glare. His hands were clenching and relaxing convulsively, nails digging into his palm so hard that they almost drew blood, yet he didn't even know it was happening. He couldn't feel the pain over the torture of the burning of his skin.

"You said you would never abandon me. The night before each full moon you'd come, you'd chain me up. It was our agreement," Henry spat through gritted teeth, before his expression turned into a grimace of agony as a bolt of burning pain lacerated his body.

Tessa wanted to run to him with all her heart, wrap her arms around him and offer comfort, yet she knew she couldn't. He had to come to her tonight. She had to be careful, not do anything that could be mistaken for anything other than love.

"I know my love. Please understand," that was as far as Tessa got before her words were cut off by a scream from her lover.

"You promised!" he shouted suddenly, accusingly. His words echoed through the house, and made Tessa flinch back instinctively. He'd never spoken to her in anger before. By nature he was a calm and happy man, this was a side of his personality she had never seen before and it scared her.

Something snapped in Henry as he saw that flinch. For a second he lost control, lost his humanity and he launched himself forwards, lunging at the naked woman he loved. A snarl spilled from his throat and was answered by a terrified yelp from Tessa as she closed her eyes and braced herself, fear coursing through her body at this sudden and shocking move.

Strong arms embraced her in the tightest of grips, wrapping around her frame and pulling her roughly into his thick chest, the rough spun cotton of his shirt rubbing against her bare plump breasts, her erect nipples tingling under the sensation as Henry forced his lips to Tessa's and shoved his tongue into her mouth without hesitation.

Just as fast as he'd lost his humanity, feeling her body against his had brought it back. The softness of her naked flesh as he'd wrapped his arms around her, the swell of her breasts pressed against his chest, her trembling arms as he held her, it reminded him in the most real of ways who she was, and how much he loved her.

Henry kissed Tessa hard, his hands roamed over her naked back and buttocks. He was lost in a fog of lust, unable to think straight or make rational choices. He knew in a small part of his mind that he should run, get as far away from this most special woman in his life as he could before the moon reached its peak. Yet he couldn't bring himself to leave her. Having her in his arms, her soft flesh his to caress, soothed the burning he felt all over his body, if only for a moment.

"Please Henry," Tessa begged as she returned his kiss just as fiercely, her own hands pushed into his hair as his own grabbed her soft flesh. "I want to know all of you!"

With Tessa in his arms, and the moon on the verge of reaching its peak, Henry could sense things he'd never known before. He could smell the mixture of her fear and arousal so strongly it nearly choked him. He could hear the rapidity of her pounding heart. He could feel the warmth of her skin as her hot blood coursed through her veins. It all felt so intoxicating, so vibrant. All he wanted at that moment was her.

Henry's hands squeezed Tessa's round arse cheeks, his fingers digging into the pliable flesh as he moaned hungrily into her mouth as they kissed deeply, then his hands roamed up her back and came around her body to the front, cupping her swollen breasts.

Tessa gasped and moaned as he kneaded them like bread dough, the strong fingers on his big hands bringing about sensations of pleasure which radiated out through her body, his palms rubbing up against her erect nipples which tingled under the touch.

Henry could smell the muskiness of her arousal as he roughly played with her body. Never before had he smelt anything that drove him this wild, made him want something more. It was like fireworks going on in his head, a constant explosion of lights and sounds, all of them too bright to ignore, and with every second both the scent and desire it caused, only got stronger.

"I want you Henry. Make me yours," Tessa groaned as she broke the kiss, only for Henry to bury his face into her neck, kissing and licking it hungrily whilst his hands continued to squeeze her breasts. Those words sparked something deep inside his head, and again his instincts took over.

Faster than any man should be able to act, Henry grabbed Tessa by the arms, his hands clamping around her flesh almost hard enough to leave bruises, and he threw her down, his teeth bared like a wild beast as he watched her fall and land in a heap.

Tessa gasped in shock as he roughly threw her to the ground. She hit the floor hard and momentarily felt the wind rush from her lungs, but quickly she recovered enough to roll onto her back and look up at the man she loved standing over her, his shoulders hunched and the veins in his neck and arms standing out like snakes under his pale waxy skin.

Henry's eyes were bright and eager, and his chest was heaving as he took deep ragged breaths. Inside his head he felt the familiar conflicting thoughts, raw basic lusts and desires battling with reason and control. There would be only one winner in that fight.

Tessa lay on the floor at Henry's feet and watched as he urgently ripped at his shirt, pulling it off and exposing his upper body. She couldn't help but notice how his arms seemed thicker, the muscles taught and twitching, the cords in his barrel chest more pronounced than she'd ever seen them before. Seeing him looking so pumped and eager made her feel more aroused, and her juices began to flow all the more.

The added scent of his mate's arousal filled Henry's nostrils and fuelled his lusts greatly. The moon wasn't fully up, yet he was already losing that part of himself that made him human. Now he wasn't thinking of Tessa as purely a lover, but more and more as a bitch in heat.

"Yes Henry," Tessa groaned as she watched him unbuckle his belt and pull it off, casting it away across the room before he pushed his pants to the floor and kicked them off, standing over her now fully naked.

Henry's cock was rock hard and throbbing, looking so big and making her feel so hot and submissive as she lay before him, his big frame towering over her prone body. He'd always been so tender and gentle with her before, now she could see the pure lustfulness in his gaze as he took in her naked form, his eyes lingering on her breasts before moving down to her sopping wet crotch.

He didn't say a word as he dropped to his haunches and crawled between Tessa's open thighs, his body covering hers as he positioned himself to enter her. She could smell a musky odor on him she'd never experienced before, a strange heady masculine scent that made her stomach knot and legs quiver in excitement.

"Do it Henry, make me yours," Tessa begged as she placed her hands on his muscular chest, her fingers playing on his slick skin. She could feel the head of his cock pushed up against her wet sex.

Henry didn't reply with words, but with actions. He thrust his hips forwards and plunged his throbbing cock into the warmth and tightness of Tessa's body, her cunt opening to accept his length and girth as his shaft slid forwards with ease until he was fully embedded in her loving embrace.

"Oh fuck yes!" Tessa screamed as she felt the sudden fullness within herself, his cock was big and fat, it always made her cry out when he invaded her, but more so now as he had done so in such a dominant and brutal fashion than she had ever experienced from him.

Henry grunted as he pulled his hips backwards, removing all but the head and an inch of his cock out of the tightness that was squeezing it, and then slammed it back into Tessa's cunt with a wet sloppy squelch as her wetness coated his shaft as he began to pound her with deep fast strokes.

Tessa felt his power as he fucked her right there on the floor where he'd thrown her. She simply lay under him and allowed him to use her, feeling the force of his body hitting against her own as his cock slammed into her cunt which started to ache deliciously. She'd never known sex like it before, but now she craved more.

"Yes Henry! Please! More!" Tessa begged as her pleasure grew more intense with every thrust. She couldn't hold back her gasps, nor stop herself as she dug her fingers into Henry's chest as the waves radiating from her abused crotch grew stronger by the second.

The sounds of their flesh colliding filled the room, the wet sounds of a hard cock being driven into a dripping cunt loud and unmistakable. Both were grunting and crying out together now too as Henry's thrusts became more urgent, his cock pulsing as it was forced balls deep into the molten velvety passage that sheathed it each time he slammed his hips forwards.

For the first time in ten years, Henry felt more than agony on the night of the full moon. The pain still coursed through his body, his skin crawled and nerves twanged, but what was normally torture was tonight mixed with the building pleasure of fucking Tessa's exquisite cunt.

Every time he thrust deep into the soft, wet passage he felt a jolt rush through him, a sensation that drove him to thrust harder. He was lying on top of her, driving his hips fast and hard, sinking his cock into her body with ever more urgent need. His brain was overloaded, his thoughts so confused he simply ignored them now, just letting his body take control, as second by second the moon rose higher towards its zenith.

"Oh my God! Oh yes!" Tessa cried as she felt his cock throb deep within her cunt before he pulled back again. She could feel his urgency, the harshness of his thrusts. It was driving her crazy, and already the waves of pleasure were building inside, radiating from her clit and causing her body to jerk in response.

Suddenly Henry knelt up and, with strength and speed that shocked Tessa, he grabbed her roughly in his hands and spun her over onto her stomach with ease, treating her like a child would a rag doll. She gasped in surprise but quickly recovered, pushing herself up onto her hands and knees and spreading her thighs to give her lover easy access once more to her cunt. She could feel her heart pounding. A mixture of pleasure and nervousness coursing through her body.

Henry, his body on fire and mind a confused mess, got in position behind Tessa and guided his cock back into the wet and welcome embrace of her cunt. He groaned as the heat once again enveloped his cock and he slowly began to thrust his hips forward and back in a steady rhythm.

Tessa moaned her approval as she was once more filled by Henry. She was so filled with excitement and trepidation at what she was doing. She knew about Henry's condition, had tried to work through every possible scenario in her head, but in the here and now she still felt nervous. What she was doing was dangerous, and if it didn't go as hoped the results could be fatal.

Henry felt like electricity was running in his nerve endings. He could sense the changes coming, his brain was losing the last of its human focus. His muscles ached and were twitching, his vision was blurring.

"Yes Henry, harder!" Tessa cried as she felt his hands take hold of her hips and his cock slide faster in and out of her cunt. She could feel him throbbing and the sensation of his driving deep before pulling back was heavenly, the feeling of being filled and stretched by his length and thickness driving her pleasure.

Henry responded to Tessa's words. He thrust hard, his balls slapping against her skin as he pounded his cock into her. Each time he heard the sound of their skin clap together he felt a small part of himself slip away.

"Tessa... Tessa it's almost time!" he announced urgently. His voice came out in a strangled tone, almost frantic and not just from the exertion of pounding himself in her loving and eager embrace.

He could feel his body aching all over now. The pain mixed with the pleasure he was experiencing as his cock slid so exquisitely into Tessa's wet and hot hole. It was an extremely exciting feeling, and something he'd never experienced before.

"Yes Henry!" she gasped as she felt his cock throb inside her cunt. "Do it, let me feel you, all of you!"

Henry could not see the moon but that didn't matter. That was not how it worked. It was full and had reached its peak in the night sky and that is what mattered. When this happened the change was inevitable. He could no more hold back the change in himself than he could the tide, and the moment had come at last.

Henry felt his skin crawl as the pain grew more intense. It was like hot coals were being dropped all over his body, like his skin was searing and ripping under some unbearable heat. He gritted his teeth and tried to stifle a scream as he continued to pound his cock into Tessa's hot, dripping cunt as thick hair began to sprout all over his arms, legs and torso. He wasn't in control of his actions, and the thrusts he was making into her were driven more from his writhing to escape the pain as his own desires to continue to fuck her.