What does a wolf know of fields and planting?
He gathered up an armful of grocery bags and carried them into the kitchen.
You forget. I watched you grow among the cotton fields and pecan groves
. No witty comeback came to mind, so Sam let the communication lapse into silence while he brought in and put away the truckload of food his daughter brought home.
It took a good half an hour to find space for everything. After the fifth bag of assorted vegetables and grains, Sam wondered if he'd made a mistake making Bekkah eat the same food he did. After all, with her doing the cooking, it was easy enough to turn his order on its head. At least she bought a lot of meat as well.
"How do I look, Dad?" Sam almost dropped the twenty-pound sack of brown rice in his hands at Bekkah's voice. He hadn't heard her open the bedroom door or walk down the hall. He placed the rice on the counter then turned to the kitchen door.
"Holy shit, angel," he blurted.
Rebekkah stood in the open doorway wearing a far different outfit from the ankle-length winter dress she'd done her shopping in. She had her hair in a thick braid pulled over her shoulder and dangling to her waist. A hint of makeup gave her cheeks more definition, made the specks of green and gold in her eyes even more attention-grabbing, and stained her lips a deep, rich red.
Around her neck, she wore a slim, silver latticework choker with a wolf's head clasp. Sam had no idea where she'd found it in such a short time. A cream-colored square-cut blouse showed a generous helping of Bekkah's heavy breasts and deep cleavage, helped all the more by a crimson sash cinched tight around her waist.
Bare skin peeked out from a slender gap between the blouse and a short, dark gray skirt. It covered only the bare minimum to preserve Bekkah's modesty and might not even do so much if she made a rapid turn. Despite her skirt's daring length, she didn't display much skin. A pair of long socks encased her legs all the way to mid-thigh. Completing the ensemble, Bekkah wore leather cowgirl boots dyed the same blue as his eyes.
Sam drank her in, his eyes darting from her upthrust breasts to her sinful red lips to her thighs bulging out from the tops of her socks. He hadn't seen her dress like this since her breasts started filling in. "That's not all," Bekkah said after a moment of silence. She gathered her skirt's hem in her fingers, then lifted it. Beneath, she wore panties made of such sheer lace they did nothing to hide the bare labia they clung to.
"Holy shit, angel," Sam repeated. "Did you... for me?"
"Uh-huh," Bekkah responded, still holding her skirt up. "I had to drive out to Fayetteville. You like?"
"Baby, it's all I can do to keep from bending you over the counter. God in Heaven, you look good enough to eat."
"What's stopping you?" Her hem crept higher, exposing the dark triangle of neatly-trimmed pubic hair pointing towards her treasure.
Sam's wolf surged forward, but he resisted the change. The moon was still close to full, and the sun was setting, so he couldn't hold out long. "Sheer willpower," he said through gritted teeth. "Angel, I'm going to have to let the wolf out soon. He has an apology to make to you, and I'll ride herd to keep him from doing anything you don't want."
"It's okay, Daddy," Bekkah said with a shake of her head. "I love Woofy too. He is you, and you are him, and I belong to both of you."
There was no way Samson could hold his wolf back after Bekkah's declaration.
Remember, you owe her an apology. Make her feel good and don't tear her clothes this time,
he admonished as his alter ego took over.
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At last, Lives-In-Two-Worlds gave way and freed Moonbeam's-Shadow. Once more in control of their shared body, the immense wolf stalked toward his new mate. Soft-Like-Clouds spread her legs further apart as he approached. He could smell her arousal already. Good.
Moonshadow pressed his nose to Cloudsoft's thigh, then tasted her skin. Clean, sweet, a faint hint of salty sweat. A soft moan sounded above him as he redirected his attention to the cloth not-hiding her female parts from him. Humans always made things harder than they needed to be. Moonshadow understood how garments like this enhanced the experience for his other self, but they did nothing for him.
Showing Moonshadow's good judgment in mates, Cloudsoft reached down and tugged the obstructing cloth to the side. "Ooh, Woofy," she cooed when he took advantage of her offer. Her flavor was like he remembered from the night before. Thick, rich, a little sour, but with subtle, sweet undertones. He drank deep of her wetness, always more emerging from between her hairless lips to greet his lapping tongue.
"So good," Cloudsoft moaned as her flavor and scent grew stronger. A soft, feminine hand dug into the fur behind Moonshadow's ears, scratching and rubbing a spot she'd long ago found he enjoyed. With nothing holding it up, Cloudsoft's skirt draped over his brow, too short to hinder his work and thus ignored by them both. "Woofy," she asked, "can we move somewhere more comfortable?"
After two more lashes of his tongue to ensure Cloudsoft didn't think she was in charge, Moonshadow lowered his head and pushed past her into the hallway. The sound of her boots followed him into the master bedroom, then to the pile of soft furs he used as a bed.
"You want me naked, don't you, Woofy?" Cloudsoft asked. He tilted his head, examining her, then barked in approval. It took her mere moments to pull her shirt over her head, shrug out of her brassiere, and step out of her skirt and panties, leaving most of his mate's body bare to Moonshadow's eyes.
When she sat down among the furs to pull off her boots, Moonbeam's-Shadow decided he didn't want to wait any longer. The only thing she'd be doing with her legs was wrapping them around him. They could remain clothed. He pushed his head under her hands and forced her thighs apart.
"Woofy!" Cloudsoft protested with laughter in her voice. "Wait just a--ooh!" Her protest dissolved into a gasp of pleasure as Moonshadow used the entire length of his tongue to engulf her groin. Her hips rose off the floor, and both hands sank into his neck fur. "Oh, fuck, you're so good at this," she murmured.
Cloudsoft's legs rose and settled over Moonshadow's shoulders as he dug into the feast before him. His mate's words soon trailed off into aroused babbling. He tuned them out and focused on his task. Lives-In-Two-Worlds told him he had to apologize to Soft-Like-Clouds, so, even though he felt he did nothing wrong, he would bring her pleasure this way until she begged him to stop.
To Moonshadow's amusement, Soft-Like-Clouds responded well to the same methods Stalks-The-Hunter taught him. In particular, her hips wiggled and thrust against his tongue whenever he paid attention to her rear entrance. He wouldn't do more than this tonight, but it was something her reactions made him look forward to.
While teasing her butt made Cloudsoft wriggle and moan, she cried out in pleasure and clutched at his fur when he licked her labia and clit. For a while, Moonshadow allowed his mate to direct his actions, licking away at each spot she nudged his head toward. Then, he buried his snout against her opening and sent his tongue plunging inside to remind her how little control she had.
Cloudsoft's thighs squeezed tight around his neck. Her hips jerked forward, grinding against his nose, and her juices poured into his mouth, propelled by rippling, convulsing muscles. The loud cry of ecstasy confirmed what Moonbeam's-Shadow already knew as his mate's orgasm crashed into her.
Following instinct rather than years-old memory of his prior mate, Moonshadow didn't let up. He alternated between swirling his long tongue around Soft-Like-Cloud's now-prominent clitoris and slurping deep into her inner passage. Another gush of fluids and rapturous howl proved the value of his instincts.
Cloudsoft's hands grabbed at his head, pulling him tight against her groin, then flew away as her hips thrust up against him again. She was crying out to him now, repeating, "Woofy, Woofy!" as her climaxes crashed into and through each other. He sent smugness towards the other-self lurking over his metaphorical shoulder. Only one day in, and their mate was already barking like a dog for him.
"Oh, fuck, Moonshadow, please, oh fuck!" The use of a near-approximation of his proper name drew Moonbeam's-Shadow's attention back to Soft-Like-Clouds. Her body twisted and writhed under him, and now he realized she was trying to escape his tongue-lashing. "Woofy, please," she pled again.
Enough?
he asked Lives-In-Two-Worlds as he sat back on his haunches between Cloudsoft's wide-spread legs. To his surprise, it wasn't his human self who answered. As soon as she was free of his ravaging mouth, Cloudsoft rolled forward and grasped his wolfhood.
"Oh, Woofy," she panted into his ear, "I'm sorry for all the mean things I said last night. You're a good wolf." It was Moonshadow's turn to react with pleasure as his mate's hand pumped his hard shaft. "I love you, Moonbeam's-Shadow, and I want to thank you for making me your mate." Feminine fingers danced, seeking out the most sensitive places for her to touch. "If you hadn't taken me last night, I might never have found true happiness."
