Loping through tall grass, the wind rippled over his soft thick curly fur. Greg ghosted through the meadow, his wide paws making almost no sound. A shadow of black with only the high sun to highlight the deep red that lies within as well. Golden eyes survey his surroundings. The day was perfect. The sky was bright and blue with only the sparse thin high clouds to break it up. Hundreds of butterflies danced atop the high grass, in a swirling mass of color. Birds of all kinds, sizes and colors filled the air with their songs. The perfect day, but then it is always perfect in the wolf dream. A dream like no other for it is always more than just a dream. It is a part of reality itself and yet only it's reflection in a way. One could do anything here in the wolf dream. Anything one could dream and more.
A deer, ever vigilant, raised it's head at his approach and bounded into the near by forest. His eyes followed it for only a moment. It smelled tasty but he is not hungry. Not hungry for that anyway. His pray lay elsewhere but he had always come here first. It is the wolf in him. He lifted his nose and tested the air. Not here. He must look elsewhere.
Fixing his mind he leapt and his surroundings change. He alit atop a great cliff. Far below him lay the sea, great and powerful as it crashed into the sides of the cliffs sending froth and spray high into the air to fall back into itself. Or to wet the rocks and the clinging vegetation that tried to survive in this harsh environment. Rearing high amongst the cliffs, a great fortress stood out strong and proud. It looked to be carved right out of the living rock itself. Windows could be seen including those in the high towers. But only one window appeared to give off any real semblance of light in the darkening sky. It was nearing night in this part of the wolf dream and the light called to him like a Seiren. A beacon to show him the way home. Even though it is not his home.
Leaping again he glided through the damp air. Oh how he dearly loved to fly. Upon almost reaching the fortress walls he again focused his mind and the air turned cloudy. The mist growing heavier as he approached until there is nothing but the clouds of white. He then ended his flight by merely stopping and began to walk. His continued his surroundings turned darker and darker. Then the world was black. He walked on until light showed beneath him and he peered down into a lit room. The same room though which he saw the light from the window. The light that meant life was present.
Now normally one could not enter the castle in this way, or any way except through the front door and even then the door was picky. For the castle had powerful wards protecting it and it's inhabitances form interlopers. But the wards never touch him. For he is always welcome here. All doors always open.
He peered down from his dark vantage point which appeared only about ten feet from the floor. The room was ablaze with candle light and mage light and from the roaring fire set in the large fire place along the side wall. The walls were covered with bright and picturesque tapestries and the floor was littered with thick plush rugs all of which looked extremely comfortable. The only pieces of furniture were a large oaken desk, covered with books and papers and writing equipment, a large two door wardrobe, and a wooded chest which laid at the end of a massive canopied bed.
None of which truly caught his eye for his vision was filled with a beauty that took away all thought. She. Sharon. His wolf mate. At the first sight of her he turned into his own human form without even realizing it. That of a not overly tall man with near black hair and a close cut reddish beard that covered only his mouth and chin. The only things that remained the same were his eyes. The golden eyes of a wolf. Those eyes grew wide and wanted nothing more than to drink her all in. She also was in her human form and what he saw turned his blood to fire with desire. Her long black hair was cascading loose down her back and framing her angelic face with her golden eyes, like his own. Her dress was odd to him. He had never before seen it's like. Her blouse, or at least what appeared to be her blouse, was tight and fit to her form so that the top of her bosom lay exposed. Her skirt was quite short and also very tight fitting, hugging her hips and bottom wonderfully. Her long legs were sheathed in the same material as her bust and upon her feet were the oddest slippers he had ever seen. They were made of some kind of leather and at the heals were what appeared to be some kind of stilts of around four inches in height. But no matter how odd they appeared in of themselves they, caused her legs and bottom to shape into the most wonderful of forms.
He was so enthralled in her that it was some time before he noticed that she was not alone. She was talking and sipping wine with a lovely young woman whose bright red hair hung in loose curls to her shoulders. She wore a loose simple dress of very light material that hugged a bit at her ample bosom and at her slim waist and settled about her calves. Her bright green eyes peered at his mate as they spoke and she swayed a bit in the most provocative way. It was as if she were searching for something in particular. He did not know what she was apparently looking for, but that look in her eyes had him on edge.
It was then that he noticed the look in his own mates eyes. That same look of coy apprehension and yet willingness. But hers had another cast as well. One he knew all too well. That of a hunter in sight of her pray and moving in for the kill. She had the same look when they first met. Now he knew what he was seeing and he grew even more excited because of it. His beautiful she mate was trying to seduce this lovely little redhead. And by the look of the girls increasingly accepting state, his mate would have her meal very soon.
They chatted amicably about their work and relationships and all the while Sharon peered at her she would idly dip her finger into her wine and then slowly run the moistened tip around the rim of the glass. She did this several times until the redhead took particular notice of it. The corner of Sharon's mouth quirked up just the slights bit and this time instead of rimming the glass she raised it to her mouth. With her pink tongue barely escaping her parted red lips, she tasted the wine soaked finger tip, then accepted it into her mouth. Sucking it clean with an ever so slight moan. The redheads eyes were glued to Sharon's finger and mouth. Their conversation had ceased and he could her that her breathing was growing rather laden. Sharon's nostrils flared ever so slightly and only a moment later his enhanced sense of smell caught the fragrance as well. The redhead was excited. Sharon spoke up and startled the girl a bit.
"Why don't we make ourselves more comfortable," and motioned to the thick carpeted and pillow laden floor in front of the fireplace.
As the redhead moved forward to where suggested Sharon took the girls glass and started to the desk to refill their drinks but lingered a moment to take in the sight of the young woman's bottom as she sauntered to the fireplace. She smiled broadly and wet her lips with her tongue.
After refreshing their drinks Sharon turned and saw what Greg already had. The girl was now standing directly in front of the fireplace awaiting Sharon and her dress was nearly transparent from the bright fire light showing though from behind. She wore no undergarments at all. Again Sharon smiled, coyer this time, and went to her pray. She knelt down in front the redhead and patted the spot beside her. "Come now," she said with a smile. "Come sit and be more comfy." And as the girl did she started to lay down on her side and propped herself up on one elbow.
