by T. S. Ryder
“Harrod,” she said, in a quivering voice.
“What?”
“Please don’t stop.”
“You want me inside you,” I said, forcing her to look at me. She nodded. I pushed my cock between her legs, pressing her legs closer together, rubbing the entire 7.5 inches against her virginity, giving her a taste of what’s to come. Her flowing juices lubricated it already. I knew she was ready.
I towered over her and spat on my cock, rubbing the head against the pink folds of her opening. She arched her back, desperate for it. I pushed inside her slowly, just the head. Her hand shot up and pressed into my chest. “Stop,” she said, moving her ass to force my cock out. “It hurts.”
“It will be alright,” I said, reassuring her. Her pussy was too tight and my cock too big for it. “Trust me,” I said.
She nodded. I got on top and pinned her in place. I covered her mouth with mine, “Trust me.” I didn’t move until she stopped squirming under me. Her pussy was so tight that my cock was squished tightly into it. It was almost uncomfortable for me. Her insides were stretched, pushing to return to their normal position, putting pressure on my cock from all sides. She moved slightly, a gentle motion with her hips. She was ready.
I didn’t want to cause pain or damage. I remembered my ex-girlfriend had to see a gynecologist for vaginal tearing after her first time. When she was ready, she wrapped her arm around my neck and pulled me close, bringing my mouth to hers, kissing me. I started moving slowly, focusing on her pleasure. The more she responded, the faster I fucked. All the while my mouth was on hers. She kissed me tightly, passionately, the intensity of her mouth reflecting the speed of my thrusts. I could feel myself dripping pre-cum inside her. Then I picked her up, my cock still inside her, and pushed her against the tree. We didn’t talk. Her eyes were closed. I started fucking her harder and she suppressed her moans at first. Her breathing got heavier and her moans got louder. Her nails started digging into my back, scratching along the length.
“I’m close,” I said. “Fuck, I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come inside you.”
“Harder,” she mumbled in a quivering voice, her body tense, ready for release.
I pushed her back on the grass and started fucking her the way she wanted me to. I pulled all the way out, leaving her empty for a second, then pushed in with a swift thrust. She was enjoying this, I could tell from her face and her moans. In and out, faster. The water splashed as our wet, naked bodies came close to relief. She wrapped her legs tightly around me as she reached her orgasm, shooting her warm juice onto my cock. I wanted to pull out but I’m so close I couldn’t stop myself. She moaned loudly as she came, and I panted heavily, climaxing, shooting my load inside her in three huge spurts. I crashed on top of her and planted a kiss on her cheek.
“That was…” she struggled to find words.
“Amazing,” I said.
I turned around and brought her on top of me, her cheek pressed against my heart. We laid there until it got too cold and wet. When we got up, she was a mess. Her body had dirt all over it, and there was grass in her messy hair bun. She got up and struggled to walk, and it looked horrifying for a second. She couldn’t walk straight. But she smiled at me and I knew it was all right. She picked up our clothes and walked back to me with a lopsided gait. I saw our mixed juices flowing between her legs. She pressed her hand to her pussy, then squints to look at it.
“I am bleeding,” she said.
“I’m sorry,” I said, planting a kiss on her forehead.
“It’s okay.” We started walking back naked. There seemed to be no point in putting on the wet clothes now. She took six steps and stopped “Harrod, I can’t walk. It hurts.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll carry you.”
“My clothes are wet. What are we gonna do?”
“Walk back naked,” I said with a grin.
“What if someone sees us?”
I scooped her up in my arms and carried her back. “Who cares?”
When we reached the stairs, I put her back on her feet. We ran back inside, laughing, soaking wet, dripping on the carpet all the way until we reached my bedroom. I followed her into the shower but she told me she wanted to shower alone so I left her and filled the Jacuzzi instead. I laid back in the hot water, picturing her washing herself. I wondered how she felt. She stepped out of the shower, a towel wrapped around, her curly, wet hair falling to her side. She sat on the side of the Jacuzzi and tested the water with her finger.
“This is nice and warm,” she said.
“You’re welcome to join. We can do it all over again.” I was getting hard again already.
She shook her head. “I don’t think I can do it again for a month.”
“Come on in,” I said, grabbing her arm. She squealed as I pulled her in.
“No sex,” she said.
“Okay,” I said. She was back on my lap again, my hard cock pressing into her back. “Let’s just have this bath together.” I massaged her supple, tired body.
“That was incredible,” she said.
“If it was then why don’t you want to do it again?”
“I do, of course. I just…not right now. I’m really sore.” I massaged her pussy softly with my fingers. I could already feel that it wasn’t as tight as it was moments ago. “You’re a cool guy,” she threw in as an afterthought.
We got out of the bath. “I don’t have any clothes for you,” I said. “But Gabe will have them washed and clean by the time you wake up. Until then, you are sleeping with me, naked.”
“That sounds nice,” she said.
Once we got in bed, we made out for a while. I wanted to take her from behind, slap her full ass-cheeks as I buried myself inside her, but I knew she wasn’t up for it. Then I remembered coming inside her.
“Sorry I came inside you, but you wrapped your legs around me. I couldn’t pull out.”
“It’s fine,” she said dismissively. “I’ve read stuff. Nothing happens if you don’t wear a condom once.”
I woke up before she did in the morning, with morning wood. I knew that Christmas was still a few days away but that day felt like Christmas. That sense of trembling anticipation that children have when they have awaited the arrival of Santa, when they can’t wait to unwrap their presents, I felt it then, deep in my bones. I haven’t desired a woman so much ever before, but then no woman has ever said no to me. She hasn’t really turned me down, though. I understood why she couldn’t fuck again just yet. Although heaven knows I wanted nothing more than to unwrap my present and devour her right there.
Gabe took our clothes to the laundry, and we headed down to the dining room for breakfast in towels. The towel was too small for her, and half her cleavage was already hanging out. It kept falling off until she finally threw it aside.
We waited until she got her clothes back, lying on the sofa, whispering sweet nothings to each other. She left soon after her clothes were returned from the laundry.
“It was really nice, Harrod.”
“What was?” I asked.
She blushed. “You know what. All of it.”
“Likewise.”
“So, I’ll…see you around?” she wagered.
“You bet you will.”
Chapter Seven - The Reunion
Harrod
When my dad returned from work that night, he called me into his room.
“Harrod,” he began. “Have you given any thought to what we talked about the other day?”
“I thought it was a dream, or that you were joking,” I said.
“Tell me, Harrod,” he said in an ominous tone. “In all the time you have known me, do I come across as a person who jokes or fucks around with people?”
I shook my head.
“Then why would I joke about who we are?”
“It’s just hard to believe, to take in all this supernatural stuff just because you say so.”
“Very well,” he said. “You will head to the farmlands tomorrow. I’ll let Gr
andpa know you’re coming. I am sure you’ll be excited to see your brother. The next full moon is not for another three weeks. You will have plenty of time to understand and get used to things. As you have implied, you will believe things when you see them.”
“You can’t be serious,” I said. I had always wanted to go to the farmlands, but my dad had never allowed me. Now that I could actually go, I wasn’t sure whether I was excited or not.
“I am. I’ll send in your clearance early. You leave at noon tomorrow. It’s best to get there while the sun is out. Pack your things.”
“Okay,” I said, excited.
Around 11:30 the next day, Gabe knocked on my door. “Sir, the jet will be ready to depart in half an hour. I have already loaded your bags.”
I walked down the stairs and across the gardens to the runway. The heat was radiating from the dark asphalt, as though there was water boiling underneath. After the security swipe, the officers cleared me to go. I hopped on board and prepared for a reunion with my brother. I wondered what he would be like, how tall he’d be, whether he had missed me, what his personality would be like, etc.
I fell asleep soon after take-off. When I woke up, I headed to the pilot’s cabin.
“Drew? I didn't know you could fly planes.”
“It’s how your father prefers it,” he said.
“And why is there no hostess on board?”
“Your father’s instructions.”
“Weird,” I said.
“Oh, you have no idea,” he said savagely. “Enjoy the view,” he said. “We’re almost there.”
I went back to my seat and opened the shutter. All I saw down below were snow-capped mountains and jumbo trees. If I didn’t know better, I’d wager we were in the Swiss Alps, but it takes a lot longer to get there, so I knew we were still in the States.
“Buckle up,” said Drew, over the speakers. “It’s gonna get bumpy.”
We landed on a small runway in a clearing. Drew opened the door and ushered me out. “I have to head back. They’ll be here soon.”
“Who will be here?” I asked. “Where am I, Drew? There’s nothing here.”
“Your Grandpa has been alerted of your arrival. He’ll come pick you up.”
Drew unloaded my luggage and left it a little off the runway, then got back into the plane, nodded to me and closed the door. I watched as he turned the plane around, taxied and flew off, disappearing into the clouds. Then I looked around. The runway was just a small patch of road that led nowhere. There were no roads or buildings around. I was standing in a forest on a mountain surrounded by trees. The trees looked familiar, like the giant ones I saw in my dreams, but the place was different.
“Hello,” I hollered into the emptiness around me. “Is there anyone here?”
There was a rustling in the trees and the distant howl of a wolf.
“Grandpa,” I shouted again, the word tasting strange in my mouth. I couldn’t really remember the last time I talked to him or saw him. I’d probably seen him back when Harrison was with us. I almost wanted to run into the woods, out of the clearing, but I stayed where I am. I pulled out my phone to call my dad but there was no service here.
Then I heard more howls, closer this time, more terrifying. I took a step back and looked around, looking for some tree to climb up in case wild animals attacked. In the distance, I saw two figures approaching. I couldn’t tell whether they were human or not. The white clouds were close to the ground, reducing the visibility.
A man with white hair approached, with a woman who seemed to be in her early forties.
“Harrod,” he shouted, arms opening wide.
“Grandpa?”
“It’s been so long,” he said, hugging me tightly. He was surprisingly strong for his age. “Oh, boy, I have waited for this for so long.” He kissed me on the cheek, and I pulled back.
“How are you?”
“I must be a stranger to you,” he said. “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten me. You sound so formal.”
“That’s natural,” I said. “You just disappeared from my life.”
“You’ll learn we aren’t big on formalities here, boy.” Then he looked at the woman standing next to him. “This is Mishayev. She’ll be your guide and trainer here and will see to all your needs.”
Mishayev smiled and shook my hand firmly. Her hair was a mix of gray and black streaks, and I couldn’t tell whether it is white with black streaks or the other way around. She looked intimidating.
“Let’s head back to the village,” he said. “It’s gonna get dark any time now.”
There was nothing to guide us, no landmarks, no signs, not even a trail. But Grandpa and Mishayev seemed to know their way and went through the woods like expert navigators, toward what they call The Den.
When I heard the word Den, all I could think of is stone caves, like the ones I’d seen in The Jungle Book. After fifteen minutes of ambling through the woods, we reached a large fence, thick as prison bars, with two guys wearing fur coats standing guard inside. They let us in and Grandpa turned to me.
“So, first things first. Stay away from the fences, they are high voltage. We aren’t immune to electricity. Don’t go outside without talking to me first. Our Den is vast, so you won’t have to go out. There’s nothing for you outside anyway. You are safe only as long as you are inside the fenced boundary.”
“Okay.”
The trees inside the fence were sparse, taller and mostly crooked, forming a roof over the clearing. There were wooden cabins here and there, with smoke emitting from the chimneys. A large fireplace was set in what seems like a sitting area, and a few guys sitting around the fire drinking. Even here the spirit of the holidays had reached. Someone had hung up a large wreath over the opening of one of the cabins. Elsewhere I saw mistletoe bunches hanging from the branches. I spied a red Santa cap even and I could have sworn I heard someone singing carols. There was a deer suspended above the fire on a stick to cook.
There was a great hustle bustle all around, with some children running wild and playing. But my eyes were fixed on a guy walking towards us. The hairs on my arms stuck up as if I’d been electrocuted as he came closer. I looked into his eyes. There was something about them, something familiar. My soul trembled when I saw him and tears welled up in my eyes. It was as if I was getting something that I never even knew I longed for.
He was the same height as me. He was wearing a fur coat, which looked as though he made it himself. He picked up the pace when he saw me and jogged toward us. Unlike the movies, nothing dramatic happened. He looked at my grandpa with innocent eyes.
“Grandpa, I don’t really—” I began.
“Grandpa?” the guy said, a look of surprise and shock on his face. His mouth moved but no words came out, as his eyes fixed on me.
It had to be him. I knew it was him. Tears were running down my cheeks.
“Harrison?”
Chapter Eight - The Training
Harrod
In the days that followed, Harrison and Grandpa familiarized me with the area, the family history and, yes, werewolves. Harrison and I were catching up on each other’s lives. There was a slight awkwardness between us, but there was a force that drew us to each other. The brotherly bond we had, it seemed, never died or broke. Cellphones didn’t work here, but there was a landline. I talked to Siobhan almost every night. It seemed like things were going somewhere. She wanted to meet and asked me where I was, but I just told her I was visiting my Grandpa. I had never pictured myself living in a forest, but now that I was there it wasn’t not so bad. I just wished Siobhan could be there. During my second week, when we sat by the fire, my Grandpa told me that I was a late bloomer, but it was time for me to unleash the inner wolf. Somehow, in spite of everything, I didn’t really believe any of this.
“So, Harrod,” said Grandpa, as we sat by the fire and roasted the day’s game. “Are you still having those dreams?”
“It’s funny,” I said. “I almost forgot about
those. I haven’t had any since coming here.”
He nodded thoughtfully. “You are where you are supposed to be.”
“Time to show him,” said Harrison.
“He needs time,” said Grandpa.
But Harrison got up, doffed his clothes and stood naked before us.
“What are you doing?” I asked. No one around the fire was surprised by him getting naked. They all acted like it was normal.
Then Harrison started jerking, bending out of shape, his limbs twisting at unnatural angles. He yowled, but ten seconds later he had transformed into a wolf. I was gobsmacked. I looked at Grandpa, at everyone around me, and no one found this weird.
“Harrison, you are freaking me out,” I said, in a panicked voice.
Grandpa patted me on the shoulder, and then he followed my brother’s lead. One by one they all shifted and I was surrounded by wolves. I looked up at the sky, at the thin moon. It was like Déjà vu, exactly like my dreams, except that the full moon was missing. Mishayev came out from behind a tree and told me that it was time to start my training.
“Everything will be easy, boy,” she said. “The only part that’s going to suck, and you know that I don’t exaggerate things, will be the first shifting.”
“As in?”
“As in, come full moon you will shift into a werewolf. None of us can keep ourselves from shifting during a full moon. Why do you think your dad comes here every full moon?”
“To hunt,” I said. “It’s just once a month, randomly. He never said anything about the full moon.”
“The full moon doesn’t follow your calendar dates. Anyway, even a person as strong as your father can’t resist it. You will be coming with him from now on.”
“Do all werewolves have to be here every full moon?”
“No, they don’t,” she replied politely. She thought for a moment. “But after what happened with Harrison and your mother, we believe it is for the best if they are.”
