Olivia took Lowell by the hand and wanted to giggle like a girl at what he had asked her. Take me to your bed. It sounded like a variation of the cliche of old science fiction stories, the alien landing on Earth and demanding, "Take me to your leader." But no fictional alien had ever come to Earth looking like this, or offering what Lowell offered, which Olivia was now so ready to receive. She led him from the living room into the adjoining bedroom to complete this first contact, this initial exchange between worlds.
They stood by the bed and Lowell, his erection sweetly aching, watched Olivia undress. When at last she slipped off her bra and panties and was as fully exposed as Lowell, something like the first ignition of a star flared up inside him. A joy that Olivia had never seen on a man's face lit his features. She reached out to him, and with a young boy's eagerness and a man's surety, he gathered her up in his arms, captured her mouth with his again, and kissed her with the hunger of a billion years. He kissed her again and again, his heart beating like the flash and strobe of a pulsar, and ran his hands up and down her soft female curves, caressing and stroking and groping, exploring her buttocks and her breasts, sifting her pubic hair, feeling the wet and tingling lips of her womanhood. The bedroom was filled with the sounds of their moans of unfettered desire as their hands rustled and played up and down each other's body and her wetness slicked his fingers, until they fell onto the bed.
Lowell and Olivia rolled back and forth on the bed. Lowell's mind was a mad whirl of all the sex that Clive had ever given to Olivia and all the hours they had spent, kissing and rolling and feeling and tasting, and all the times that Clive had topped her, madly humping, thrusting and penetrating and coming. Into this feeling he brought all the wonder of discovery at he now felt at this first experience of joining with a human, and communicated it all directly into Olivia's body with every touch and every kiss. Lowell wanted to know it all, to do it all, and he made Olivia feel that he wanted it now.
He spread her out on the bed and pinned her there, groaning and hearing her groan back. He kissed and sucked at her neck, making her squirm with delight, and then moved his attention down to her breasts, which he kneaded and fondled breathlessly. She turned to star fire at his touch, a fire only partly quenched when he brought his mouth to her nipple and sucked it as he had done her neck. Olivia squealed at the way he hardened her nipple with his lips and his tongue, then turned to the other nipple and repeated the process. He then kissed his way down her abdomen and lingered at her nipple with his tongue, until plunging further below to nuzzle her pubis with his nose and lick at it, rustling his tongue over her hairs. And then he dropped still further to what spread and glistened beneath the hairs. The joy of discovery rose inside Lowell still more as he parted Olivia's petals and studied her sex, taking in the glistening of her wetness that he could not deny himself a second more. He put his mouth to her moist and dewy flower and sucked it, drinking her in and relishing her slippery softness. Olivia writhed and her back arched at the rapturous feeling of Lowell eating her out. He played at her with his tongue as if he had spent his billions of years doing that alone. The pleasure was beyond compare, even more so when he brought his tongue to the pulpy bud of her ecstasy and rained licks upon it, turning her senses to a meteor shower of bliss. He brought her to the moment when her pleasure would burst like a meteor strike upon the Earth--and then, as if sensing where she was, he removed his tongue from her bud and tenderly kissed the lips of her opening. Olivia felt as if she were floating among the clouds, wondering where he would take her next.
At once she had her answer. Lowell brought himself up on his knees between her parted thighs, and she took a deep breath, looking between his own legs at what throbbed so hugely there with a rivulet of man-honey dripping from its opening. She braced herself for what he would surely do next--and he then took her totally by surprise. Olivia inhaled in a mix of surprise and arousal at Lowell climbing back up her body, straddling her chest, taking his erect piece in one hand and her head in the other--and bringing her face to his erection and slipping it into her mouth. Understanding now what it was he wanted before their ultimate union, Olivia reached around his thighs to grasp his hard and clenching buttocks, and let Lowell thrust his even harder length between her lips and over her tongue. He grunted, bracing himself with his hands on the headboard, and began to thrust himself in and out of Olivia's mouth. He threw back his head and let out long grunts and moans of masculine delight as he made oral love to her, sliding his piece along her tongue again and again and reveling in the grasping and clutching of her hands at his buttocks. Straddled atop her, he rocked back and forth, in and out, instinctively knowing exactly how hard and fast and deep to go. Olivia feasted on Lowell's sex, thrilling to the taste and hardness of him, but still yearning for what she most wanted him to do.
At some point Lowell pulled his tool from Olivia's mouth and climbed back down between her legs. There was no delaying it any longer. They both needed the ultimate union too much. Olivia brought her thighs up around him to take him in. Lowell did not waste a second. He lay himself down on top of her, embraced her mouth with his, and moved his wet tool to where his own mouth had been. With a smooth and perfect stroke, he penetrated Olivia for the first time, and they felt as though their bodies had suddenly turned molten and fused into a single mass. Olivia wrapped him up in her arms as well as her legs and pressed upward against him, taking his thrust and receiving every fantastic inch of what he had to give her. Holding her mouth in the kiss and muffling their mutual outcries of ecstasy, Lowell reminded her again of the steady and constant strobing of the pulsar with the way he pumped and pounded his member inside her wet, tight passage, penetrating her from labia to womb with every brisk and urgent stroke. He humped her hard and fast, and she clung to him as if he were a meteor blazing through the sky and if she let go she would go spinning off into space. Olivia clutched at the perfectly formed muscles of his back, feeling as if a new universe were being born inside her with every thrust of his hardness inside her wetness. He at last broke the kiss but kept his mouth hovering over hers, and with every beat of his tool inside Olivia's channel, Lowell uttered a joyous sound of, "Oh...uhh...uhh, Olivia...Olivia, you feel so wonderful...I never want to take it out of you...I want to put it in you forever..."
Olivia strained up against him, meeting his down thrust with an up thrust of her own, needing his manhood pumping inside her more than she had ever needed anything in her life. She shut her eyes and her entire world was filled with the press of his body on top of her, his breath against her face, the mad and relentless thrusting of his tool in her depths, and the sound of his voice. "I want to keep it in you...It's so good, Olivia...I want to do it to you forever..." The beating of Lowell's hardness in and out of her at last became more than either of them could bear. They felt something welling up inside of them that surpassed anything that either of them had yet felt. Lowell let out a moan that must have been the way a supernova would sound if there were sound in space. Suddenly, his entire inner being and hers became an explosion of light, even as a wet explosion erupted from Lowell at the entry to Olivia's womb. She felt herself fusing completely to him, like two hydrogen atoms colliding in a star and pouring out energy. She could swear she could feel the wetness of his climax bursting and flooding inside her, and she cried out as well with the feeling of fusion igniting in every cell of her body.
Lowell fell atop Olivia, panting, his body heaving with the aftermath of their shared release. He held himself inside her, still half-erect, true to his word in not wanting to take it out. It felt too wonderful ever to take it out. She kept herself wrapped around him as if to keep him that way until the end of time. It was the first simultaneous orgasm that she had ever experienced, and he had given it to her as no other man ever could. For no other man was ever like this one atop her in bed, a being of both energy and matter, who had poured his energy into her along with his seed, taking her to climax with him, and would do so again and again.
They la
y together that way, Lowell not wanting to dismount her and Olivia not wanting to let him, until Lowell lifted his face back to hers and kissed her gently, tenderly again. "You are a giver of knowledge," he whispered. "It is good that out of all those who live here, you are the one to find me. You will teach me how to love, in body and in being. You will teach me how to live on Earth. And I will show you the universe as I know it. We will learn much together."
"Yes, we will," Olivia whispered back, brushing his lips with her tongue. Amazingly, his erection had not fully subsided and was still inside her. She wondered how many times in a day or a night Lowell could do it. She was sure, to her delight, that she was about to find out.
THE END
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Moonlight Desires
Chapter One
Lucas placed his hand on Veronica’s shoulder. It was a strong, muscular hand with taut sinews flexed and alert beneath hairy knuckles.
“It’s coming,” he said.
Veronica hadn’t heard him approach. She didn’t know what expression she expected to see in his face, but the faraway look in his eyes surprised her. Lucas wasn’t looking at her, but looking through the window in front of them. He was well groomed as always and dressed in a well-tailored suit.
“What’s coming?” Veronica asked.
“The sunset,” Lucas nodded still looking away. “Are you sure you want to stay?”
“Yes.” Veronica stood up and put her arms around Lucas. “We still have some time, you know.” She smiled, biting her lower lip.
“I don’t know,” Lucas said, placing his hand on her waist. “It sounds kind of risky. I can’t control myself when it happens.”
Veronica put her face so close to his she could feel its warmth.
“I like a little risk,” she whispered. Her lips grazed against his ear as she spoke.
“Have you ever done this before?” Lucas said. “I mean with one of us.”
“Done what?” Veronica asked coyly.
She pulled away and looked into his eyes. They burned with the intensity of a wolf spying a lamb.
“Kiss me,” she said.
He obeyed and pressed his lips to hers. She could just feel the fine stubble of his beard. His virile arms wrapped tightly around her back. They kissed one another passionately and Veronica felt a shiver of excitement along her back.
She had never seen him transform before. It would be an hour or so before the full moon came out fully. He could suppress the transformation for now. But once the moon was at its brightest he would be powerless against it.
Lucas laid Veronica onto the bed. As they kissed, she could feel the form of his sculpted body through their clothes. Her hands wandered across his back and down to his waist.
He sat up, straddling her with his knees. He pulled off his tie and with it he bound Veronica’s hands to the cold iron bars of the headboards. Fear and excitement rushed through her core. He tore open her blouse, exposing the smooth curves of her womanly form. He kissed her neck and Veronica could feel that his canine teeth had become long and sharp. She felt goosebumps form all over her vulnerable skin.
His kiss began to wander down her collarbone and across her chest. When he arrived at her bra, he ripped it in two with his teeth. Veronica instinctively flinched away. Her heart fluttered as his tongue began to lap at her hardening nipple. She could feel the tickle of the dark hair that was beginning to appear on his face.
“Oh Luke!” she moaned in excitement.
He ripped his shirt off exposing the chiseled body of a Roman god, covered in a growing layer of fur. He tore away her pants and underwear in one motion, leaving her completely exposed. Fear mixed with ecstasy. The anticipation was unbearable. She was frightened of the wild animal above her, yet at the same time she could feel herself getting wet.
His pants ripped as his muscles bulged. He ripped them away, revealing the pink flesh of his fully erect cock surrounded by the slick black fur that covered the rest of his body. Veronica gasped. She hadn’t realized the transformation would have such an effect on the size of his manhood. She trembled as his now furry hands ran up her sides, past her breasts, and up to her wrists. His tongue had the texture of a dog’s as he licked her neck, gliding his dangerous fangs gently across her neck. On her belly she could feel his engorged cock as hard as steel with a glistening drop of anticipation.
“Take me,” Veronica whispered.
Suddenly, he thrust his cock deep into her, finding no resistance against the slippery walls of her cave. She could feel herself stretching to accept the girth of his battering ram and he thrust in and out, possessed by the wild animal passion now surging through his throbbing veins. His sleek fur tickled her skin, from her tight nipples to her inner thighs. She looked into his face, still recognizable to her but unmistakably wolf-like. His snout had become elongated, whiskers had grown on his upper lip, and his ears were now pointed and protruding from the mass of fur that had been his hair.
The sensations were overwhelming. Veronica felt a light headed, giddiness as though she may faint. She awakened with each thrust as he penetrated deeper into her core than she had ever believed possible. With each push, a shuddering wave of warm pleasure washed over her, emanating from her dripping pussy. She became lost in the frightening bliss and pulled her knees up to her chest, granting him full access to her womb. She could feel his cock stiffening even more as blood surged to it in preparation for his beastly orgasm.
“Oh God! OH GOD!” she screamed pulling hard at the restraints that bound her to the bed. She felt every muscle in her body tense up, on the verge of her own ecstatic release. Suddenly, she felt a shudder in his loins as a surge of warmth erupted from the tip of his cock deep within her. The shot came with amazing force and she could hold back no longer. A flash of blinding light stole her vision as her entire body convulsed in the pleasure. A contraction from deep within her core sent her own warm juices gushing over his cock. She felt weightless and lay with her eyes closed. He lay down upon her with his sleek fur, the two panting heavily and savoring the calm feeling of bliss.
Chapter 2
Veronica awoke to light shining through the windows. She turned over to Lucas’ side of the bed, only to find it empty. For a moment, she wondered if last night had really happened or if it had all been a dream. Then, she noticed the bedroom door was open and she could smell the sweet aroma of coffee and sausage wafting in.
“Good morning,” Lucas said, flipping the sizzling sausage patties in the pan. Veronica came up behind him and put her arms around his waist. “I hope you’re hungry.”
“Famished,” Veronica said. She gave him a kiss and took a seat at the counter.
“How would you like your eggs?” he said, pouring her a steaming cup of coffee.
“Scrambled is fine,” she smiled. “You know, I really do get it all. A perfect gentleman and a perfect animal.”
“It was good, then?” Lucas asked.
“Oh Lucas, it was like nothing else I’ve ever experienced in my life! I was terrified and thrilled all at once.”
Lucas nodded, placing the patties onto the breakfast plates.
“So, I- I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“What are you talking about, darling? Of course you didn’t hurt me.” He looked at her with a furtive glance, then back to the pan. “Don’t you remember it?”
“Not well,” he shook his head. “I can only remember bits and pieces whenever I’ve transformed.”
“Well, I’ll never forget our first time together on a full moon.”
“Veronica,” he said. He stopped cooking and looked directly at her with a solemn expression on his face. “It was stupid of me to do that. I should never have let you stay. I can’t- I can’t control myself when I change. I put you in danger. When I woke up this morning, I checked to make sure you were breathing. I can’t do that to you. If anything ever happened-“
“Love,” Veronica said rising to stand bes
ide him, “it’s okay.” She threw her arms around him and gave him a kiss. “It was my decision to stay. You were an animal, but you were still my Lucas. You should trust yourself more.”
“You’re sweet, Veronica,” he said. “But it’s not like you think. The beast is in me, but it isn’t me. I- well, have a look at this.”
Lucas handed her a newspaper. It was already open to an article with the headline “Wolf Monster Slays Five, Wounds Officer.”
‘Early this morning, police responded to a desperate 911 call in the upper 7th District,’ Veronica read. ‘When they arrived on the scene, Officers Thomas Kincaid and Erick Darrow discover the bodies of two adults and three children brutally murdered in their home. The officers soon discovered the perpetrator, 33 year old Darrington resident Isaac Poplawski, still on the premises. Poplawski suffered from Wolfman’s disease and was reportedly in his altered state when officials arrived. The officers opened fire when Poplawski charged at them. Officer Darrow sustained serious injuries from the attacker and was rushed to Darrington Central Hospital where he remains in critical condition. Poplawski, who had no prior criminal record, was pronounced dead on the scene.
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