Under The Moon 6

They had discussed everything beforehand, talked through all the various risks and how to mitigate them. Still, now that she was actually here-- naked, tied to a tree in the dark forest with the icy light of the full moon dripping through the dense canopy-- she couldn't help the hint of fear threading with her excitement.

She had tied herself to the tree: bound her hands only, so she could brace herself against it, bent over. She had ensured she could easily free herself... but still.

It wasn't like they hadn't had sex when he shifted before, but always at home, in an environment that grounded him in his human self. Not outside, not in the forest, not in the wolf's territory. He had eaten even more heartily than usual before moonrise, but the shift consumed so much energy and how many times had he told her the wolf was always hungry?

A single howl rose in the dark sky, and shivers ran up her spine. A hunting call. It sounded again, almost imperceptibly louder, and she felt a flush spreading through her body, despite the night air chilling her skin. Another howl, keening and hungry, and then nothing.

Minutes passed, though how many she could not say. The anticipation clouded her perception. She strained to hear any sign of his approach, but for the whisper of leaves in the wind, the forest was silent.

Did he get distracted, catch the scent of real prey and forget about her? Was he already here, watching and waiting, letting the tension build? Had she made a foolish mistake, ignoring rationality for desire, setting them both up for tragedy?

A twig snapped behind her, maybe. Fear and desire spiked in her chest, her heart thudding so rapidly it was hard to hear much else. She craned her head as far as she could in every direction, but everything beyond the edge of the small clearing quickly faded into murky dimness.

Her breathing was quick and shallow as she waited to hear something else. But silence reigned once more. She was beginning to wonder if she should just abandon the whole thing and head home when a heavy paw crushed dead leaves behind her.

Her breath caught in her throat, and she was aware of every taut muscle, every inch of exposed skin. The footsteps continued behind her, unhurried and deliberate. Stalking his prey. All fours? What if it's not him?

She was on the edge of true panic when she heard a low, dark chuckle beside her. His voice was different when he shifted, deeper, carrying a hint of a growl like every word took effort, but she knew it in her bones. She sucked in a deep, shuddering breath and felt a different fire rising in her muscles.

"I wasn't sure about this but now... this is quite the treat." She turned to look at him, crouching on his haunches a few feet away from her; the sight of him took her breath away again. No matter how many times she saw him shifted, it never ceased to fill her with awe. He was beautiful, wild and powerful; it made her blood surge and her heart sing. In the current circumstances, his large muscular frame and the bulge of his sheath made her heart pound for other reasons.

He padded closer, taking his time to fully inspect her: the scrutiny both embarrassed and aroused her. She felt his hot breath on her neck as he whispered in her ear, the rumble of his voice vibrating through her core. "I love how ready you are for me, how clearly you crave this. I think I could have tracked your scent in my human form with how wet you are."

His hot breath was between her spread legs now, a sensation that made her clit throb with need. She was used to him teasing her, drawing out the anticipation until she was begging. But it seemed his animal instincts overrode his usual playful torment: only a heartbeat had passed before she felt his tongue dragging over her hot skin, drawing a loud gasp from her throat. It faded into a moan as his rough, strong tongue spread her dripping lips, flicking over her clit.

He feasted without restraint, messily lapping over her lips, between them, his deep moans rumbling through her. His pace was punishing, building her quickly to an orgasm.

He hooked his enormous hands around her thighs, claw tips digging into the soft flesh, spreading her further and pulling her cunt back into his mouth. Her legs were already shaking, and she was sure she would have collapsed if he wasn't holding her there. She could feel the hardness of his teeth pressing against her exposed skin, the reminder of danger exciting her even more. This was a beast between her thighs, a monster, a predator. And she was helpless to his desires.

The climax hit her like an avalanche, pleasure exploding through her core like lightning. Her muscles clenched almost painfully, the rope around her wrists digging into her skin as she shook against the rough bark of the tree.

Her moans slid into whimpers as he kept licking her through her orgasm, his tongue now focused on the juices flowing from her slit. She yelped when his tongue began dipping into her cunt, steadily fucking her deeper and deeper.

His pace was relentless, and she could feel her legs shaking as another climax built, his tongue stoking the fire in her belly even higher. She couldn't help her knees from giving out as she shattered over the edge, legs splayed like a baby deer as she collapsed, sweaty and limp in his claws.

He made a dark throaty sound of approval, groan and praise and laugh and sigh all rolled together. Then he pulled her onto her knees, holding her up with one massive hand while teasing the leaking tip of his cock through her drenched folds.

"Are you ready for me, sweet thing?" he growled, nipping lightly at her exposed shoulder as he continued to toy with her.

"Is this what you wanted? What you need, my love?" Wrapping massive hands around her hips, claws digging into her skin, he sank into her with a single rough thrust until he was buried in her fully, the heat of his knot pressed tightly against her slit. She was already beyond words at the sensation of being filled so deeply, her moans gone ragged and deep; all she could do was wiggle under him, trying to coax him even deeper.

He laughed again, his voice rich as it echoed through the empty trees. "Look how well you took me, stretching so perfectly. But I think you'll still need a bit more warming up before you can take my knot."

She whined at that, not wanting to wait. He bit more deeply into her shoulder, careful not to break the skin but satisfied knowing she would carry a mark for a week at least, and pulled out slowly. The sensation of his cock dragging against her walls, the pressure almost painful but pure pleasure at the same time, had her on the brink of another orgasm. He began thrusting in earnest, building the pace steadily until she let go of her attempts to steady herself against the tree, simply letting him move her smaller body as he wanted.

She lost track of how many times she came, giving herself over to the feeling of it all, overwhelming and perfect. His hot breath against her sweaty skin. The sound of their flesh meeting. The scent of lust everywhere. The pain of his claws in her soft hips and his teeth in her neck. His panting moans, mixed with low growls. The soft scratch of his fur against her. The taste of blood in her mouth when she bit her lip too sharply. The sensation of steadily opening more for him as he rutted into her. And above it all, the perfect sphere of the full moon.

She knew when his climax was approaching: his thrusts became erratic, his breathing heavier, his grip on her tighter. He paused for a moment, chuckling at her confused gasp and the way she tried desperately to grab at his forearms.

"Just a moment, you wild little thing," he panted against her neck, "I'm not going to deprive you of what you want." Shifting her weight to one massive hand, he reached out and shredded the rope binding her to the tree with the other, his claws rending the thick jute as easily as if it were spiderwebs.

"There, that's better, hmmm?" Her appreciative moan slid close to a scream as he dropped to his knees, resting on his haunches, and pulled her down onto him. He wrapped one giant arm around her chest, the other holding tightly to her hip, and moved her up and down his shaft like she was nothing more than a toy. She could feel his knot beginning to stretch her open even more widely each time he yanked her down onto his cock.

His voice became huskier, the control needed to form words slipping as the bestial need to fuck and breed asserted itself more strongly. "You take it... so well, pet. Mhmm, like you were fucking made for this, made for me."

She buried her teeth in his bicep, screaming as she came, his words and the brutal pounding electrifying her.

"Oh, there you go... yes, bite me back if you need to. Fuck, you feel so good clenching around me like that--" his words cut off with a deep growl as his knot finally sank into her. She screamed again, the entire world condensed to the feeling of being utterly stretched and full as he rutted into her, hips moving in jagged thrusts to seat his knot as deeply as he could.

She could feel the tension coiling in the muscles pressed against her, and then finally the rhythmic pulsing of his cock as his hot seed filled her. He howled as he came, and she could feel her bones shaking.

"Is this... what you needed?" he spat out between gritted teeth as the last spasms of his climax subsided, "To be fucked and bred like an animal... out in the woods under the moon?" Her only response was to mumble contentedly and nestle back against him, satiated and exhausted. He laughed softly, and set about carefully repositioning so he could lay down, wrapping himself around her.

The heat of his immense form kept her warm as the sweat on her skin began to cool. She was already beginning to drift off as he admired the collection of marks he had left on her, gently tracing the tip of a claw over her cheek. Still joined to him by his knot, she took one giant furred hand in both of her own, holding it to her chest as she stared up at the moon until sleep claimed her.