Many people think vampires are sexy. Meh, not me. To me, werewolves have always been sexy – it’s the raw animalistic tendencies, the instinct and being out in nature. This is my first attempt at writing werewolf erotica. Go easy on me if you write this stuff a lot!
I stop next to the fallen tree and edge close to the bank overlooking the slope tumbling away towards the river below. Poised, I raise my muzzle to the air and take in the scents of the woodland. Abundant wildlife at the water, in the trees and between them. Wood fire from a camp, cigarette smoke, alcohol. The fire dying now failing to cover the scent of people.
Somewhere to the east, a fox shrieks. A bat tears from the trees above me, soaring over my head and into the distance of the chill night. I look up sharply and follow its scent to the north before it dissipates as quickly as I noticed it.
Silence returns. I go down on my haunches and wait.
After a few moments a flicker passes between the trees, barely perceptible, a mere hint of shadow dimming firelight in the distance. There it is again, flicking back the other way through the shrubs, brushing through the .
I catch your scent as you make your way cautiously along the bank. If you dared to look up, it’s unlikely you’d see me. Your occasional stops suggest you already have my scent. I watch as you raise your muzzle to the air, swinging your head this way and that, feeling me there but not able to pinpoint my location.
The pitter patter of feet on dried leaves gets closer and I catch the scent of autumn damp mixing with the intoxicating pheromones of your body. You stop and raise your muzzle again; you are too far away to surprise, yet close enough that I can see you. I can almost reach out and touch you.
In a fraction of a moment you arrive beneath me on the river bank and turn around, your head pointing to where you had just come from. Your back is to me and I move in. I pounce from out of my hiding place and in one bound, leap off and onto your back. I twist my weight sideways so I merely knock you to the ground.
We tumble together down the slope towards the water, gathering dust, leaves and damp as paws reach for each other. I cling to you and you to me as our entwined bodies come to rest half way down the slope. I’m on my back and your are above me, pinning me to the ground gently with your paws in a gesture of mock domination.
You let out a playful noise between a growl and a whimper. I have you.
I growl back. What are you going to do about it?
You push your muzzle forward and we brush snouts for the briefest of moments before you bury it in the fur of my neck. I feel a pleasant shiver run through my body as you lightly run your muzzle through the fur, gently teasing. In response, I nip your ear and you pull back to nip my muzzle.
I am barely on my feet before you react, throwing your weight at me playfully so we tumble again. Through the leaves, we are a mass of fur and flesh pawing at each other, trying to hold each other tightly beneath the stars and moon above.
We hear a moan and catch the scent of sex and sweat. I look at you quizzically. With your muzzle you gesture through the trees to the camp. It’s them, not us but the look you give tells me you are ready.
You get down on your front haunches, raising your back to the air and your tail up, open wide and ready for me. I move cautiously around to the back of you and climb on, carefully sliding my paws along your back, inching forward with my back legs.
I ease myself inside you, savouring the warm and moist slide towards ecstasy and move my paws back to grip your sides. Arching my back, I begin the vigorous thrusting deep inside you, burying my animal cock all the way to the hilt.
There is no slow love-making, no urge to be tender and savour the togetherness in sexual union, just pure animal instinct. There is need, the urgency, a yearning, an unbridled uninhibited fucking matched only by the desire to be free. We will never satiate the craving to run off through the forests, feeling the wind in the fur, set the pulse racing, to feel the exhilaration of being alive. No, we will only find a clearing and fuck again like the animals we are.
The urgency of my thrusting is matched only by your growls of pleasure and submission. Soon I am done – the hot juices unloaded from me and into your submitted form. I climb down off of you, cold air cools my warm, sweaty belly and glistening cock. You turn around and nuzzle me again. Somewhere behind us, the campers have finished their own sex. The woman cries out in ecstasy, shouting a man’s name as she climaxes.
Soon we are running away from them – through the forest, wind sweeping through our fur, feeling the crunch of dried leaves under our feet, being whipped by thin branches and not caring as it stings. Crashing through the under brush, scaring the wildlife, pulses racing. it feels good to be alive.
We are alive.
And as we crash into the next clearing, miles from where we started, collapsing into a pile, exhausted and exhilarated wrapping each others bodies around each other. We lie still, breath subsiding.
There, calm and relaxed, we begin the change back. Fur retracts, replaced with furless soft milky skin. Grey-brown matted fur on top of the head darkens and grows longer, curling, dark, shimmering in the moonlight and falling in loose layers down your back. Limbs elongate and become thinner, delicate even. Paws become hands and fingers, long and thin resting on my chest as I too change back. Back legs become the curvy, slender delicate legs of woman once again. Torso takes shape, breasts form from teets, hips emphasise and broaden.
Strong jaw becomes delicate, teeth of the predator become small inside human mouth and full lips. Naked and wrapped around me, you let out a sigh as the transformation completes. Once again I can feel the soft supple skin beneath my fingers. Where once there was fur, I now feel skin. Where once there was wolf, there is woman.