Deep within the darkness of the forest, a sensual blond woman stands in a
clearing staring up at the waxing moon. From the evening shadows, she feels
the cool breeze pass through her light clothing, making it cling to her
beautiful curves for an instant, then billow out around her tall slender
frame.
Her toes curl in the soft moist grass beneath her feet; she feels the aura
of the wilderness begin to come alive inside her. The sounds of the forest
fills her ears, each sound amplified, as her breathing becomes rapid, and
her heart begins pounding faster within her heaving chest. Sweat pours down
her smooth skin as she stares up at the sky, her concentration unfailing and
her eyes unblinking.
Within her body, she feels the hot blood pouring through her veins, her
figure begins to twist and take on a new four-legged silver furred shape,
which she embraces willingly and perhaps even a little too eagerly. Sweet
bliss takes hold inside her, a distant memory or perhaps a forgotten dream,
finally realized after so long.
The transformation complete, her paws dig into the ground, nose raised to
the wind, she moves, swiftly, gracefully, loping through the darkness,
following a scent she knows so well. A long pink tongue lolling from a
muzzle filled with razor sharp teeth, amber gold eyes shine in the moonlight
with the wisdom of a long forgotten legend.
In this world, she claims the forest, stalks and plays, leaps and bounds to
the untamed tune of the wild. Shadowy forms greet her, noses touch, muzzles
sniff and tongues taste, lapping at each other as they recognize friends of
old. Yips of delight, and howls of pleasure interrupt the silence of the
sleeping forest and the chase is on, the shadowy four legged silhouettes
bounding and leaping after one another through the dismal dark shadows of
the night.
The silver female makes great speed, her lithe streamlined form unhindered
by the excess weight of the larger males, but one still follows close, his
panting breath upon the wind at her back. With a glance over her shoulder
she recognizes him as the huge black Alfa male with yellow gold eyes, her
pace slows somewhat in order to encourage him, the other’s have long since
left off the chase.
They circle growling low, their noses touching then the silver female bows
her head slightly, her panting mouth lolling open in an inviting canine
grin. The male moves around her, sniffing her close, breathing her musky
heated scent until his nose makes contact with the hot silken junction of
her thighs just beneath her tail.
His tongue laps at her and she braces herself as shivers of pleasure shoot
through her body, a soft whine of encouragement all she can offer him in
this form. Moving slowly forward until his chest butts against her behind,
the male moves in rearing up on his hind legs he mounts the willing female,
his bright red slippery penis hot against her waiting hole.
Then he is inside her, his forelegs wrapped around her torso, his hind legs
pumping his thick red canine cock into the tight channel of her sex. Their
whining whimpers of pleasure filling the night air, bodies plunging and
swaying together, until the male unleashes a massive flood of semen deep
inside her, accompanied by a howl that might easily awaken the dead.
Still connected by their sexual organs the two lay down beside each other,
the moon slowly leaving the sky as they slumber beneath the dark canopy of
the forest. Howls of pleasure can be heard throughout the evening as other
night runners find their mate and indulge in their own heated sexual
joining.
By early morning there is a chill in the air that would perhaps not usually
bother two slumbering wolves, but where there were once wolves are now two
humans curled together in each other’s warm embrace. They lay upon the
ground covered partially by dried leaves and moss, a young blond woman of
unearthly beauty, sleeping peacefully in the arms of a handsome dark haired
young man.
As the darkness fades they start to awaken finding themselves cold but not
alone, back in their human form. Her eyes open slowly, sadness so familiar
to be seen in their depths, he kisses her softly knowing at the next full
moon they will meet again and run with each other in their animal form.
In their glory, they look to the barely lit sky above, the early morning’s
gentle light upon their pale skin, as their soft, full, human lips open,
bringing forth a heart wrenching duet in the form of a long, mournful, soul
filled howl.
Turning to his mate he tastes her pouting lips with extended tongue, his
arms around her, warming her until she responds in kind. Their sensual
caressing turning to heated petting, raining down kisses upon each other
that ignites fire within their human forms. He moves over her his hands
parting her willing thighs, his cock jumping with each throbbing pulse of
anticipation down it’s long veined shaft.
He seeks her wetness with sensitive fingertips, pressing the tip of his cock
into her eager opening, only to extract gasps of desire from her as he opens
her deeply with his manhood. Their naked bodies roll together as one
beneath the trees, dirt and dry leaves covering them from head to toe as he
sucks at her breasts and plunges deeply into the warm reservoir of her inner
sanctuary.
His thrust become wilder, but she matches him with the arching of her back
as she wraps her legs around his pulling him deeper within the tight dark
depths of her pleasure hole. Their grunts and groans become strained as
their movements pick up momentum, the speed with which they copulate driving
them closer and closer to climax.
A long shrill cry cuts through the forest as she clings to him; dragging her
nails down his back in her sex driven convulsions, she draws thin jagged
lines of blood from his flesh in her pleasure. He cries out and drives
deep, his thrust becoming slower but more forceful as he fills her clinging
insides with massive doses of his seed.
They howl together as they climax, long and drawn out the sound fills the
forest once again, but this time the sound is tinged with satisfaction
instead of sorrow. The man collapsing down upon the woman, his over heated
body covered in sweat and he kisses her gently, licking the salt of her own
sweat from the rim of her soft full lips.
She holds him close, his sex still buried inside her, they remain like this
for some time until finally he slips from within her, rolls aside and they
sleep deeply again beneath the trees. When she next awakens he is gone,
nothing left but the feeling between her legs where he once filled her in
both wolf and human form.
Her eyes open slowly, glistening with unshed tears, for she mourns the loss
of the freedom and beauty once again. Knowing it will return, that she is
one with her truth, a truth that can never be denied or set aside, she will
patiently await the next full moon, the next meeting with her soul mate and
the fulfillment of a night runner’s dream.