Author's Note: Greetings readers! Thank you for your patience. Originally this story was supposed to be a one-and-done deal, but when the audience wanted more, I had to consider some choices very carefully. The direction I chose, while being unfavorable, would open up more story possibilities. I would be able to delve deeper into the world I plan to build for all of you, while adding in other stories that I have written along the same nonhuman thread.
I also take your commentary into consideration for story direction. Thank you once more for reading and taking this journey with Mara.
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Several days had passed since Rumiel died. The world around me felt gray and meaningless as the wound to my heart was still fresh. My sexual appetite, however, was greater than that of my heartbreak. I had fallen from having daily sex with my werewolf multiple times to absolutely nothing to quell the need that burned within me, and it was an agony I couldn't describe. I was untouchable until it was certain that Rumiel's seed did not take.
My thoughts often circled around the days before discovering the grove, and my menstrual cycle had just finished its course. It was likely that my chances of being pregnant were low, despite Rumiel's best efforts. I was given clothing to stop any temptation from the unmatched males who were already biding their time in my lunar cycle for a new mate. I wanted to lure them to the grove and let them have their way with me if it meant I had relief. I never thought of myself as a highly sexual being, and even the shameful thoughts that burned through my head were not enough to embarrass me against the temptation.
Sympathetic to my plight, my fellow human women were offering words of comfort and would cuddle with me so that I wasn't sleeping alone. It didn't feel like Rumiel, though. Before, there would be nights that I'd wake up to him pushing me down against the cot for a midnight romp. Some mornings when we did not rise with the sun, he'd have his canine tongue buried inside of my folds until I came over and again.
I quickly shed away any shame I felt with others being able to hear us. We were not the only breeding couple and sometimes, hearing others would fuel the desire even more. I welcomed it, knowing that it stirred a hunger inside of Rumiel that was equal to my own insatiable need.
Even now, I was unable to stop my needs from taking over me. Others did not cease their nightly activities on my behalf, and touching myself was not permitted within the boundaries of the village. It was a cruel outcome that I endured for having lost my werewolf mate through no fault of my own.
Now, I was a creature of sexual habit. I would sneak away into the woods a few hours before sunset when the patrols would change. I walked a long distance in a single direction each day until I was alone so that I could pleasure myself. I had to choose a different path each time, and only when I knew it was safe would I quell my arousal. It was a risk that I was taking, but so long as I was within the forest, very little would likely happen to me. This afternoon, I headed east. Very few werewolves would venture east, and after about an hour of traveling, I came to the edge of the woods and stepped out into an open field of endless wheatgrass.
It was breathtaking. The sky was changing in the distance into a darker blue, with the brightest stars starting to twinkle in the atmosphere. The winds were dancing along the flawless fields luring me in.
There was nothing else for miles across the sloping plains that I could see, with the warm green foliage coming up to almost my hips as I moved through the new biome slowly. I felt a certain relief and freedom from the breeze now rushing over my face and through my hair. Gaining some distance away from the edge of the woods, I varied my path just slightly so I could hide my exact location in the pasture.
I was wearing a long and flowing dress that was secured over my breasts by a single tie, and the skirt brushed gently against my thighs in a lovely shade of purple. The henna on my shoulders and collarbone were cracking, staining my skin with the insignia of the village so that it was clearly noticeable from a distance that I belonged in Sundrea.
I kneeled on the ground once I was about three hundred feet out and vanished from view as the wheatgrass enveloped any sight of my figure. I loosened the tie that held the dress against my breasts and folded it out into a makeshift blanket for me, then laid back against the padded ground.
I glanced up to the clear skies, watching the sun passing down over the western horizon. I took in a deep breath when the warm breeze brushed over my freckled skin and relaxed myself in my new surroundings. My nipples hardened, my heart pounded, and I could feel that commanding ache as I bent my knees back and bowed my legs out. My sex was already slick and flowering open before the fingertips of my left hand gently stroked over my clit. I sighed softly from my nose and closed my eyes while I imagined that first night in the grove with Rumiel.
A tingle spread through my toes when the thought of Rumiel's tongue brushing over my virgin clit lit a fire inside of me. Gently, the pads of my fingertips rubbed effortlessly over my labia, stirring that heated desire through my needy skin. Gods, I really wanted someone to fuck me. I hated having to pleasure myself, but not a single werewolf would come near me, and I had another three weeks of this madness before I could find myself being pounded mercilessly beneath my new mate.
My lips opened with gentle panting when my fervent rubbing was elevating my sexual pleasure. My right hand reached up and squeezed at my breasts, rolling my thumb over my nipples while I worked my left hand as much as I had over the last few days in trying to achieve that hard orgasm with my erotic thoughts.
In my self-induced passion, I was moaning louder between each breath into the field as a strong wind passed the scent of rain to catch my nose. I opened my eyes to look at the sky, wondering if it was clouding up. Instead of seeing a cloudy canopy, a gray and white werewolf staring down at me.
I gasped and snapped my legs shut, panting harshly as the fear lanced my chest, and then subsided when I realized whom it had been. It was Zeke; one of the available werewolves. Younger still, but his canine eyes roamed over my naked body while he loomed over me. I heard his voice through the psychic connection Luna blessed me with.
"It isn't safe out here, Mara. A minotaur could find you, or another rival pack."
he scolded me, reaching his hand out while his rippled figure was ogled by my staring eyes. I didn't want to leave. I was so sexually frustrated.
"I'm sorry, Zeke. I just-"
"You need to stay in the forest."
he interrupted me, and then stepped forward with a slight breath from his snout that was elevated. Was it frustration or arousal? I glanced down toward the ground, letting my gaze catch a slight glimpse of Zeke's scarlet red member peeking out from his sheath.
"I-I understand." I took his hand and quickly he pulled me up to my feet in a single tug. I gasped when I was standing before him and he walked past me to collect my dress. By the time he turned around, I was back down on my knees and looking up with him with my desperate gaze.
"I can't pleasure myself anymore," I whined, my hands clenched at his hips. "It's not enough! Please help me!"
He snared my wrists with his padded hands and held them up over my head.
"No."
He growled in his chest with the words from our connection. He huffed again in arousal and I noticed that his member was poking out a little bit more. I was so close to it and a yearning thought seized my mind. I leaned forward and swiped my tongue over the very tip of his member. Before he realized what I was doing, he huffed and jerked me upright. A deep and rolling growl from his chest warned me, as did his stare when he bore his frustrated yellow irises down into my needy blue gaze.
He didn't move away, and his sentient snake was slowly sliding out of his sheath. I watched as his knotty and bulbous member curved out from between his legs and proudly stood to full attention. My sexual ache was lancing at my labia and the hunger squeezed through my womb at the wicked thoughts I wanted to come to fruition.
