Angelia got out of her car and closed the door in annoyance. How very cool and stand offish men could be. No wonder she needed some time off. She turned to look at the cabin, and the broad back of the treed mountains.
Yes. Some time alone with no boarish males, thank you very much.
As Angelia turned to lug her suitcases into the cabin, she caught side of a reddish brown wolf standing on a far off crag, nose lifted in her direction. It looked strange. Somewhat affectionate, somehow. Shrugging, she turned to enter the cabin.
Days had passed. Angelia was settling down nicely, enjoying her two week holiday from males. Solitude was nice in this lovely forest. The only thing was that wolf – it appeared again several times, and each time it had gotten nearer. Now, as she sat on the step and laced up her hiking boots, she wondered where it was. It had been a few days since she'd last seen it.
A rustling in the bushes startled her, and Angelia looked to see a familiar snout poking out of the greenery. It surveyed her with cool brown eyes. Angelia bit her lip. Instinct told her to go back into safety, but she did not feel afraid at all.
The wolf strode carefully out of the bushes, as if not to frighten her, and gently walked nearer. Angelia's breath hitched in her throat as it came nearer. It was a very handsome wolf, if anything, sturdy and leanly muscled. Almost suave.
Angelia caught her breath as the wolf slowly, carefully pushed its head up and under her hand, allowing her to stroke it. She trembled as she did so, distracted momentarily by the silky feel of its russet fur. Without warning the wolf leaned in and licked up her face. Angelia laughed, and the sound was loud in the silence in the woods. The wolf pulled back and seemed to study her curiously, as if trying to figure out what kind of a strange creature she was. Then slowly, it leaned in again and licked her, but down her jaw this time, its tongue disappearing down her neck and into the top of her collar.
Angelia flushed as she felt a familiar heat settle between her legs. This was awfully weird. Getting turned on by a wolf. She leaned back, blushing, and the wolf must have sensed something was off, for it turned tail and disappeared into the foliage.
Angelia stared after it for a time.
More days passed and Angelia put that incident out of her head, and since the wolf did not return for days yet, she thought it gone, its curiousity satisfied.
She got a shock, therefore, when she got out of her shower, towel slung around her loosely, dripping onto the woodwork, and saw the wolf in her cabin.
Seeing it outside was one thing, but having a wild creature in her room?
Angelia shuddered with she didn't know what. She dropped her towel in fear and took steps back. The wolf advanced on her, head cocked to one side, an almost amused expression on its face. Angelia retreated further, releasing an exclamation of pain when she hit her feet against wood and realised she'd reached her bed. She climbed up on it and put as much distance between herself and the wolf as possible, straining back against her pillows.
The wolf eyed the height of the bed thoughtfully, then took a step back and lightly leapt onto the white linen. Angelia made a sound in the back of her throat almost like a whimper.
"N-nice, wolfie." The wolf again stopped and looked at her, a comic look in its eyes. It shook its head then, and leaned forward. Suddenly it froze, and seemed to smell something. It lifted its snout in the air and sniffed, followed the smell.
Angelia froze as well, watching in horror as the wolf dipped its head to sniff at her legs. It shoved its head higher and higher until it reached the juncture of her thighs. Too afraid to snap her legs together in case it bit her, Angelia bit her lip and watched, frozen.
The wolf looked back at her, this time with a knowing eye.
Then, to her absolute and utter mortification, it put out its tongue and licked up the length of her cunt.
Angelia's mouth fell open in shock and horror, but to her embarrassment, in pleasure as well. The wolf looked at her as if to gauge her response, and liking what he saw there, licked her again. Angelia gasped and fisted the sheets, involuntarily letting her legs fall wider. So many days without a man had done its toll.
The wolf licked up and down, circling around her clit as if it knew what it was, lapping tenderly at first and then furiously toward the end. Angelia felt herself climbing toward orgasm, and her last rational thought was – a wolf is licking me to orgasm – and then the wolf lapped harder and she broke.
When she opened her eyes it was gone.
