I did want to chase her, find out where she was going, but I was scared of losing my way again, and this clearing made me feel safe. So I stayed. I made a bed for myself amongst the wildflowers and lay my head down to sleep, with hopes of finding my way out in the morning.
The night grew colder, much colder than was normal for June. I just lay there, shivering, eyes shut tight, praying I would fall asleep. But when the cold suddenly disappeared, I felt more awake. I felt a winter blanket over me, soft fur and hot breath on my neck. I opened my eyes. The she-wolf was standing over me, looking at me inquisitively. I didn't move. I tried to relax. Even though I could see her teeth dripping with hunger, I knew that she wasn't going to hurt me. Instead I tentatively reached up, and stroked my fingers through her fur. She lowered her head close to my face and sniffed my hair. There was a long pause. She licked my face with her large tongue, and lay down on me. Although her weight was substantial, it felt so comforting to be gently crushed by her powerful frame.
She continued to lick at my skin, moving down to my neck, where i felt her graze me with her teeth gently. I continued to stroke her fur, tugging slightly and massaging her skin beneath. She let out little whimpers of appreciation, before rolling over onto her back, exposing her belly to me. I gladly rubbed her belly like she was my own family dog, and she wiggled happily. But as she wiggled, something very queer started to happen. Her paws had become hands, feet. Her soft fur fell away, exposing white smooth skin. Her snout became strawberry lips, her head was crowned in straight black hair. She had completely transformed, all save for her eyes, those large, green, hungry eyes.
She lay before me, in exquisite beauty, naked and perfect.
I said nothing. How could I? I didn't know what this creature was, whether she meant me harm or health. But she was such a glory to behold that I had to kiss her. Everything in my body wanted to answer the call of her seduction.
I kissed her mouth, feeling her tongue stroke mine, hot breath drifting from my lungs to hers. Her arms and legs wrapped around me, as she dug her nails into my back, scraping the skin off my shoulders. She bit hard on my lip so she could taste my blood, and pulled my hair to control my kiss. She tore at my clothes, leaving me exposed, until I was as naked as she was.
We rolled in the grass, pinning each-other down, as we had our way with the other. She in me, me in her. I couldn't remember the cold, the fear, even my life before this moment. Just her. Just this body. Just the pleasurable agony she was giving me.
I could feel her clit engorge beneath my hands and her growl in my ear, like a command, to lick. I move my head down her body and lapped with my large flat tongue her salty wet cunt. I felt so hungry. I felt like if I didn't eat now, I would die. My licks became nibbles and bites with my sharp teeth. I licked harder, more furiously, leaving teeth marks in her skin, my claws leaving marks on her buttocks. Her hands moved through my fur and tugged hard as she climaxed onto my nose, letting me smell her intoxicating scent in all its complexity. But before I could consume her, she escaped my grasp and ran into the shelter of the trees. I panted hard, my tail wagging with excitement. But she was gone. I waited for her return, but it never came. I still search to this day for my she-wolf, under a full moon in this endless, unforgiving forest.
