by Silver Lake
The heat of orgasm pulsed through her again. She clutched at his fur, and let out a deep, primal groan from the depths of her chest. His hands reached up to cup her breasts, squeezing them hard. She reveled in the pain he caused her, succumbing to the heat of her desire. She belonged to him now, and he could do whatever he wanted to her.
Connor came up for air, and he licked his lips. It was a cute, artless motion, and her heart melted. He grinned at her, his feral eyes promising more excitement to come. He ran his hands over her body, and his tongue trailed kisses along her flat stomach. Lori closed her eyes, and drifted away on his soft caress.
Suddenly, pain erupted between her legs. With unexpected savagery, he had speared her with his massive cock. The pain soon gave way to delirious pleasure. She clawed at his back and widened her legs further to let him sink in deeper. He clutched her tightly, sharp, brutal grunts escaping from his lips as he pounded her cunt.
“Yes! Oh Connor! Yes!” She yelled out, her voice ringing out across the silent lake. He thrust into her, his sharp teeth sinking in to the curve of her neck. He didn’t bite hard enough to draw blood, but the pain sent shivers along her spine. She nuzzled at his ear, urging him to fuck her harder.
Connor held her down, pressing her in to the ground. His hand pushed beneath her, and his middle finger found the tight crack of her ass. Lori yelped in shock and her back arced, giving him more space to move. Connor sighed as his finger pushed deeper in to her hole. She tensed, trying to cope with the intrusion. Then she began to relax, enjoying the sensation of the double penetration.
He removed his finger and rolled them both over so she was on top of him. He pounded her from beneath and she clawed at his smooth chest, her full breasts bouncing. His fingers went back to her ass, and she pushed forwards on his cock to let him explore her further.
“Get on your hands and knees,” he said hotly. “I want to fuck you from behind.”
With wild eagerness she clambered off him, wincing at the pain as his cock slipped out of her. She’d never done it in the ass before, even though Bobby had begged her. The thought of Connor doing to her though made her insanely horny, and she didn’t hesitate, even though it seemed impossible to fit the monster between his legs inside her butt.
As Lori moved in to position, she heard him let out an appreciative sigh, and tensed as his hands caressed and kneaded her smooth buttocks. Her breath caught in her throat as he parted them. She screamed out as his wet cock pushed in to her, rough and brutal. He grabbed her shoulders, and she buckled forward in to the dirt.
“Yes!” he snarled. “You’re so tight!”
She grunted a reply, all her focus on taking him inside her. He thrust in hard, and pain bloomed through her exhausted body. She gritted her teeth and pushed back, letting her hole swallow him down to the root. He clutched at her tangled hair and yanked her head back. His hard sweating body fused to her and he gnawed at her neck again.
“Ah, Connor,” her voice was a breathless gasp. “Fuck me Connor, fuck me!”
He rammed harder, slapping against her in wild abandon. He growled and barked as he fucked her, and then let out a single, savage howl as his cum exploded from his cock, filling her ass. Lori’s face pressed in to the cold ground, and she breathed deeply. Spent of his seed, he slumped against her, and planted a single tender kiss at the base of her neck.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
She felt a subtle change in him, his voice was softer and he felt lighter against her. He pulled out of her, and she forced her aching body round to face him. The wolf-like changes that had ripped through his face and body had faded.
“You’re normal again,” she said, when she had could breathe enough to speak. "Human."
He nodded, a relieved smile spreading across his face. He still looked beautiful to her, and she felt a warm tingle of pleasure. “The change was reversed,” he said, “thanks to you.”
She nodded, still unable to comprehend what had just happened, or that werewolves really existed. “I would never have believed this if I hadn't seen it for myself. Are there more…like you?” she asked.
“A few,” he replied. “People with my, uh, condition are pretty solitary.”
“You said you had a lover,” she said. Now the afterglow of sex was fading, the chill night wrapped round her again and she shivered. Bending down, she scooped up her clothes and began the slow process of getting dressed again.
“I had someone close yes,” he said, following her lead. Her eyes lingered on his still perfect physique as he got dressed.
“Was she a werewolf too?”
A pained expression crossed his face, as if he was recalling painful memories. “No, she was not cursed. She sympathized with the struggle of the wolves and died for it.”
“Died?” asked Lori.
“There are those who despise people like me. People cursed with lycanthropy. They call themselves Bright Crusaders, and their single purpose is to wipe out every werewolf they find.” He gave her a haunted look. “They also kill those who help us.”
Lori let this sink in. “She was killed? Murdered by these Crusaders?”
They were dressed now, and Connor nodded before turning away to walk along the shore. “Come on, we’d best get you back to your boyfriend.”
“Wait,” she said firmness in her voice. He gave her a look of mild surprise. “I loved what we did. Can we do it again? When you’re near to changing?”
He gave her a searching look, and was silent for a long time. “Do you understand what you’re asking Lori?”
“Yes,” she said assertively, hoping the moonlight wasn't enough to show how she blushed at being so forward. “I understand fully, and I want to help you any way I can. And I mean any way.”
“What about your boyfriend?”
She saw the look of desire in his gaze, and felt a rush of triumph. As unlike her as it was to fuck a total stranger and then beg for more she couldn't help it. Connor had awoken a beast inside of her too and she wanted it to keep going. Nothing in her life before had prepared her for being so devoured by a lover. Her body ached but it just reminded her of the pleasure they'd shared. She'd almost died in this forest but never felt more alive. And having it happen in this important place felt like fate.
“I’ve got the feeling he’s not going to be my boyfriend for much longer,” she replied. She looked up at the full moon. “Maybe we can go back to your little cabin and talk about this some more.”
Connor seemed to turn this over in his mind, before he burst out laughing. “You’re a fast mover. I thought I was the one who rushed things.”
“Perhaps later you can show me what you can do as a full human?” she said, smiling seductively.
He grinned at her. “Perhaps I can.” He took her hand, and together they walked along the shore of the lake.
Innocent
In the clearing of a strange forest that is like Earth’s but not, a young woman lay sleeping. Her long, straight blonde hair covered her shoulders and straggled into the dirt, near white against the dark loam. Her skin was smooth, fair, and unblemished. Her legs were long, her swelling hips dipping into a narrow waist. Her arms were outstretched, leaving her perky breasts bared to the sunlight and air, her nipples and areolas dark rose. Between her legs, a patch of silky, curly hair guarded her sex.
The smell of dirt and rain and pine was all around her. She woke slowly, blinking in the cool dim light beneath the trees. The distant call of birds was her only company. The young woman sat up, shivering a little as a playful breeze whisked across her naked skin and fluttered strands of her hair around her face. She reached up to brush them back and noticed finally the piece of paper curled in her palm. She carefully unfolded it, reading the single word written there.
“Leila.” She read out loud, her voice soft. It struck a familiar cord in her. She tried to remember what it might be, but in her mind there was nothing but a soft, consuming blackness. She couldn’t think of anything. It must be her name,
she finally decided. She did remember that people should have names. She couldn’t remember hers, so this must be it. At least, it would do for now.
“Hello?” She called out to the empty forest, slowly getting to her feet. The forest fell quiet around her, the birds stilling their songs. Leila stood in silence for a minute, straining to hear even the faintest reply. Soon enough, the birds started back up again with their sweet whistling. She was alone. Maybe she had always been alone. That didn't seem right. The root of what might have been a memory was coiled tight in the back of her mind. Another place. Other people. A stab of pain shot through her head as she tried to remember. Leila bit her lip and took a deep breath. There would be time for remembering. Now she needed to find…something. Someone.
Picking a direction at random, she began to walk. The forest floor was carpeted in thick, springy grass, scattered here and there with pine needles, forming broad corridors between the trees. It struck her as unusual how the trees seemed to be planted in lines, and the paths carefully kept free of debris. Wrong for a forest, somehow.
Leila wasn’t sure how far she walked before she came to a break in the endless lines of trees, a park-like clearing full of wildflowers with a stream running through it. The sight filled her with an overwhelming sense of joy and well-being. Smiling brightly as she brushed her hands over the colorful nodding blossoms, she made her way towards the running water. The air was perfumed with the scent of flowers, and the water was cold and refreshing when she knelt down on the bank to take a drink. Thirst was a word in her mind for the sensation she felt as the cool water slipped past her lips and down her throat. She giggled at the sensation of a few drops sliding down her smooth, glowing skin. She rose and followed the stream to where it spilled into a pool just under the eaves of the forest, shaded from the hot rays of the sun. It had become quite warm while she walked among the flowers and she stretched out in the shade with some relief.
Her skin was dewy with a thin sheen of sweat and she ran her hands slowly over her body as a cool breeze chilled it. Curiously she cupped her perky breasts in her hands, kneading her fingers into the soft skin. She shuddered at the pleasurable sensation, gasping as her palm rubbed over her nipple and caused a spark of pleasure. It was incredible. Much better than drinking the water and sinking into the shade. Intense. She felt warmth growing between her legs and let her hands glide down over her smooth skin, and brush over her mound, drawing a soft cry from her lips. She felt the slick heat welling up from her slit and trembled at the strength of the sensation, reveling in the discovery of pleasure.
A sudden snap, the sound of a cracking twig startled her and she quickly sat up, wrapping her arms around herself, instinctively protective. Her wide blue eyes scanned the forest, now afraid. She had seen no one since she arrived, and no animal larger than a bird. Whether it was some stranger or animal she didn’t know, no more than she knew their intentions towards her. All she knew was that she was alone and vulnerable. Where once the forest had felt so safe, the huge looming trees now seemed to hold some sinister intent in the dark shadows cast by their branches. The sun was sinking low in the sky, the darkness lengthening and deepening as dusk settled in over the meadow where she had taken refuge. The birds were no longer singing, silence like a heavy blanket following the dusk.
Finally she saw movement in the darkness. A roughly humanoid shape separated itself from the shadows, but behind it in the darkness she could make out movement, like snakes drifting on the breeze. As it moved closer she scrambled back until her hand splashed into the cold pool and she had to bite down a startled scream. The last glitter of remaining light caught its eyes, suddenly shining bright as lamps in a dark room. At first she thought they were white, but the longer she looked that more she could make out the subtle hints of blue and lavender that swirled through, as if its eyes were made of luminescent opal.
Leila was fixated by its eyes, though her whole body trembled with fear and the instinct to flee. She found she couldn’t bring herself to move, cool water lapping around her as she lay half in the pool of still water, propping herself up so she could watch it. Him, she quickly realized, not it, though she couldn’t recall why the distinction was important. He crouched down a few feet away from her, and reached his dark skinned hand forward until his fingertips brushed her toes. She jerked her foot back quickly, a soft whimper escaping her. The touch had been cool and slick.
“Please don’t be afraid.” The strange being’s voice seemed to reverberate in her bones and echo in her skull, as though it came from all around her and inside of her.
“Who are you?” Her voice quavered in the cool night air.
“You can call me John.” She couldn’t really make out any features besides his eyes, as though his body was cloaked in deep shadow, but she got the sensation that he was smiling. “I hear it is a common name on your world.”
“On my world?” Leila’s bewilderment was clear, but her fear was starting to die the longer he sat there so calmly, not making any other move towards her. She carefully pulled herself out of the water, shuddering as the breeze brushed across her damp skin, raising it into gooseflesh in response to the cold.
“You are far from home now Leila. We brought you to our world so you could teach us. There is…nothing like your kind on this world.” His fixating eyes dropped down to trail along her body. Suddenly freed from the hypnotic stare, she saw again the movement in the shadows behind him, like dancing snakes. They seemed bigger now, thicker. His body was black, but it was more than that…he was like shadow that had coalesced into shape, and seemed to be held together by a thin bluish sheen of oil. She glanced down at her toes where he had touched her and saw that some of the iridescent blue oil clung to them, slicking her skin.
“Teach you what? Who is 'we'?” She pestered him with questions, keeping her eyes fixed on the grass between them to avoid his eyes. She flinched back as his hand reached for her again and he let it fall without touching her.
“We wish to learn about human females.” His bluntness caught her off-guard, but he still wasn’t sure what exactly he wanted. Before she could ask him to clarify he waved at the surrounding forest. “We.” He stated simply, as if that was all that was needed. She looked around and saw the shadows gathering thickly as night set, her and there a flash of opalescent white eyes caught the light. Her heart seemed to leap into her throat, choking any noise out except for a faint, breathy moan of fear.
“I don’t think I can teach you anything. I don’t remember anything.” She cried out. “Can’t you just let me go home?” Leila couldn’t even remember where home was, but she thought it must be better than this. Somewhere she could be warm and safe. A few tears leaked out of the corners of her scared blue eyes. Something brushed the side of her leg and she trembled as it curled around her.
“Hush, Leila.” His voice seemed so soothing, thrumming deep in her bones. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes, and immediately almost wished she’d closed them again. The alien man in front of her hadn’t moved, but the writhing snakes behind him had curled around him, and she realized they were connected to him, growing, creeping from his back. They were curled around her, cradling her. She could feel the brush of the shadow tentacles like black velvet on her skin. Even touching her she could only roughly make out their shapes, not outlined in the iridescent glow like his body. “We can learn together.”
The blue glow slowly spread down the tentacles, giving them shape and form that she could see. As the edge of a full, round moon haloed by a crescent of a second began to rise over the trees, the whole clearing seemed to shimmer as if sapphire dust were caught in the shadows. The other aliens began to take shape, all forming their bodies to be roughly human. They seemed even more solid under the moonlight – moonslight, really – and Leila could make out more features on the alien kneeling in front of her. The curve of a jaw, the ridges and valleys of muscles, the hardening organ between his legs.
That caught her attention as his tentacles slow
ly drew her nearer, and when she was within arm’s reach she warily reached out and brushed her fine fingertips across it. Leila shivered at the feeling of the slick cool oil and then the warm velvety texture beneath. Her back was fairly coated with the oil now from the press of the tentacles and she could feel it running down her spine and trickling between the cheeks of her ass. She was frozen with indecisiveness, unsure of what to do. It seemed so strange. One of the thinnest tentacles was slowly slipping down her spine. She jumped and squealed as it brushed her tight pucker.
“I don’t think that’s supposed to go there,” Leila squeaked. Again she got the impression that the alien was smiling as he shifted closer to her. Tentacles seemed to be coming from all around her, curling around her legs and arms and left her up, spreading her out as if she was on display. Again the thin tentacle swirled its tapered end around her back entrance, teasing and curious. She screamed, panic pitching her voice high and breathless. Everything seemed to still around her.
“You are precious to our research, Leila. We will not hurt you.” The alien’s voice somehow demanded her trust. She found her body relaxing almost against her will, muscle by quivering muscle going limp until she sagged in their grip, supported only by the snake like appendages. A gasp escaped her as the slender digit worked its way into her ass, caressing the inner walls, twisting and exploring. She could feel every inch of it inside her, slowly stretching her ring wider the deeper it travelled, so slowly she hardly noticed except the slowly growing pleasure of being relentlessly penetrated.
“Ooooh,” she cried softly, head falling back. Her pale hair made a sharp contrast with the tentacles surrounding her. Her skin was so pale against his shadowy figure as he brushed his hands over her breasts, making her body arch as he touched her nipples with feather-light fingers. The sensitive nubs hardened, and he stroked his fingers more firmly across them, causing her body to arch and writhe. His throbbing manhood rubbed against her thigh as he drew her closer, still inspecting her body with his hands.
