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Moon Phases
by Robin (robin2003@clara.co.uk)
***
There was a time that Jack would have agreed with you.
There is no such thing as a werewolf, right? Don't ask
Jack now, you might not get the answer you expect. (MF,
werewolf, rom, v, 1st, beast, fantasy)
***
Six months earlier...
It was at a beach party that Jack was turned. Someone,
an acquaintance, invited him and a few bottles, to the
dunes on the South Kentish Sea front near Dungeness.
As usual, he drank a bit too much, but he was sure
afterwards, that his drink was spiked. Certainly, he
had a metallic taste in his mouth the next morning and
a monumental headache, the like he had never
experienced before. He was also quite photosensitive to
the point of almost being blinded by the sunlight.
He was alone and all that remained of the previous
night’s party were a few dying embers in the fire, and
a few beer bottles and cans scattered around. The sea
was an impossible distance away, having receded in
tidal action.
Littlestone is a shallow section of the shore, all sand
and the sea pulls back by up to a mile in places before
rushing back on the return tide. The foreshore though,
is untouched by the modern demand for entertainment and
retains its wild untended desolation, as nature built
it over millennia.
He rolled over, trying to find some shelter from the
sunlight that seemed to be burning into his brain like
a laser. A new pain announced its presence.
Christ, he thought, what the fuck did she do to me? I
dim recollection of his previous nights excesses came
to him. He couldn’t see the wound but his tentative
touches revealed a large bite or something on the side
of his neck just above where it joins the shoulder. It
hurt like hell and now that he was aware of it, also
burned as fiercely as the sun.
Somehow, Jack found some shelter, cowering beside a
tall marsh-grass covered dune. The sea breeze whipped
the sand up which felt like little knives as it hit
him, but at least, he was shaded from the merciless
sun. He managed to sleep for a few hours, curled in the
foetal position.
The day progressed through the afternoon. The sun
lowered and the sea returned in its rush to scour the
exposed sand. Jack woke, feeling parched and his
stomach gurgled its emptiness.
He opened his eyes gingerly as if to test the quality
of light and how much pain it would induce. Gradually,
they focused on a bright red pair of plastic sandals
that were occupied by a pair of dirty bare feet.
The child, standing a scant few feet away, regarded him
intently, not moving or saying anything as her subject
uncoiled and groaned awake.
Jack’s senses coalesced into cognitive order. After his
visual appraisal of the young child who so studiously
observed him, he became aware of her smell. He couldn’t
put a name to it, but somehow, it smelled wholesome.
Yes, wholesome was a good description of her smell.
He heard her blood pulsing through her veins. The
sound, when he realised what it was, both frightened
him and excited his senses, provoking a momentary and
inexplicable hunger.
She turned and imperiously walked away, leaving him
feeling desperately lonely suddenly. He watched her go,
thinking to call her back, but he didn’t, he was still
trying to understand how he could have heard her blood
and sensed her smell so vividly
He got up from his laying position and tried to stand,
but a wave of dizziness and nausea overcame him and he
sat back down with a thud. The depression in the soft
sand where he had lain for the day, made an
uncomfortable ridge that jarred his ribs as he almost
fell. He stayed in his relatively safe place until
dusk.
-=*=-
Soundlessly, she approached him, coming from down wind
and only letting him know she was there when she was
close enough to have attacked him before he would have
had a chance to protect himself. It was her voice that
announced her presence.
“So your alive then.” Her clothes looked to be rags,
but were in fact, a dress made up of strips of printed
cloth. White hair fell to below shoulder length and an
almost translucent face framed pitch black eyes.
He recognised her from the previous night and then
remembered the wild sex they had enjoyed until it all
became too weird. Her smell intrigued him and arose a
heightened awareness of his sexual arousal, made all
the more obvious by his stiffening cock. He realised
for the first time that he was naked, not even his
socks were around.
The sun had sunk now and dark was dropping like a final
curtain on the day, but it was light enough for him to
see her transformation. She dropped to her knees and
her face stretched and elongated into a snout, her body
changes were mostly covered by her dress, but he could
see well enough, the altered outline of her silver
coloured furry body.
His own transformation took no less time. It seemed to
him, that one second he was a man and the next, he had
changed into a wolf, complete with black fur and a
mouth full of teeth. An inconsequential thing struck
him the hardest. Colour went from his visual
understanding; everything took on an aspect of grey,
black or white. Strangely, he mourned this loss more
than anything else.
He should have been frightened by the change. Should
have been a mess of confusion, but somehow, the
transformation from Human to Lupine seemed a perfectly
natural progression.
She stepped out of the dress and crossed the few feet
between them. Her brush against him produced a thrill
that coursed through his body, producing a shiver of
pleasure.
His nose told him she was in oestrous and ready to
mate. He would have to impress her in some way to gain
her favour. He needn’t have worried because her
overtures towards him left no room for doubt. She
licked his jowls and came to him in supplication, her
tail down and crouching. She licked his mouth again and
then spun, buffeting him playfully with her haunches.
She lowered her head and licked his sheath with a long
lash of her tongue. There was very little nuance about
her next action, she turned once more and presented her
rear to his nose for inspection.
He couldn’t help but take in her scent, breathing it
deeply so that it passed over his olfactory sense
glands and triggered the mating ritual. He licked her
centre and then again, making her wet with his saliva.
Her vulva pouted at his touch and she whined her
readiness for him.
With no further preamble, he mounted her, his cock
already prodding through its sheath and questing for
her sex. It took a few attempts, but once they had
shifted into a position where he was perfectly aligned,
he forcible shoved forward while locking his forepaws
around her haunches and pulling her into him. Once
inside, he started a furious pace of fucking her. It
lasted for quite some time and soon, his tongue lolled
from the side of his mouth with the effort.
Instinct took over and very soon he was pummelling her
sex with his massive cock, scrabbling his hind legs in
an effort to get deeply embedded within her body. Her
tail got in the way once or twice and was a
distraction, but only until his body was entirely
supported on her rump, his legs off the ground and his
knot passed into her.
His thrusting stopped as she locked her muscles around
his bulbous knot. It swelled from the massage her body
gave it and then he began his release. His seed pumped
in long streams while she milked him with convulsions
of her muscles until he was totally dry.
He signalled his completion by trying to dismount. The
pain was almost unbearable and in a desperate attempt,
he managed to twist and stand rear to rear as her sex
gripped him in a vice-like embrace that continued to
pulsate and milk every last drop from him. Feeling like
he would never be released, he tried to pull out of her
and away, but her muscles had totally enclosed him and
would not let go.
Eventually, after ten minutes that seemed like hours,
she relaxed her grip on him and they parted. She spun
on him and nipped his shoulder. It was then that he
noticed several pairs of eyes reflecting what
luminescent light there was, silently staring from the
surrounding dunes. They had also approached noiselessly
from downwind.
Then, in a melee of furry bodies, they greeted him and
her, rolling over in supplication and whining their joy
at the addition and their successful mating. All except
one joined in, in the confusing dance. She stood
separate, observing them with a cool dispassionate
stare.
His mate yipped once and began to slope off along the
beach. The pack, for that is what it was, followed
silently. Not knowing what else to do, he followed and
shortly was running in an easy ground covering gait
alongside the silver wolf, who was now carrying his
cubs.
They travelled for some time, angling away from the sea
and over a tarmac road towards the restaurant at the
end of the miniature railway that ran from Hythe to
Dymchurch through Romney. The stink of oil and human
made him want to gag, but fortunately, it passed by
quickly as their ground covering pace left it behind.
They were heading towards a row of houses set back and
away from the road. Only shingle and gorse was between
them and the brightly lit houses. She slowed her pace
and became more cautious, smelling the air as she went.
A door opened to one of the houses, flooding light
across the shingle, a figure was briefly silhouetted in
the frame. It turned back briefly to shout something
back into the house and then the door was pulled shut
and the figure started to walk towards the gate, set in
a wooden fence.
She crouched behind a gorse bush and watched to see
what would happen. The rest of the pack fanned out and
crouched behind her, finding what cover they could.
The man was walking towards them and is doom, whistled
a tuneless trill that grated on Jack’s ears. They
waited until he was almost upon them. The thrill of the
hunt was a palpable adrenalin rush. He didn’t see what
hit him and his defence mechanism was too slow to
protect his throat. His arm, when it came up to ward
the dark shadow away, only brushed her flank as her
teeth sank into his throat and with a deft twist of her
body, tore it wide open. His last breath escaped from a
windpipe that no longer was connected to his mouth.
He fell to the floor and the pack descended on his
cooling body in a snarling, ripping mass of bodies. It
took less than ten minutes before the fully-grown man
was reduced to shreds. They left his head and entrails
and very little else.
Jack had watched, horrified, the violence and sheer
ruthlessness of the attack left him bereft of any will.
Sated, the wolves backed away, leaving his silver
furred mate standing over the remains of the man. His
blood soaked clothes shredded and scattered in an arc
around her. She looked at him; blood stained her muzzle
and yipped her invitation for him to feed. He trotted
over to her and the bloody pile and sniffed. The stench
of blood and shit made him gag. Turning away, he
retched on an empty stomach.
He could hear the pack laughing at his condition, all
except her. She stood and silently told him to eat.
Challenging him to take his first share of a victim. He
refused and started to run in the first direction he
could, his tail tucked under him.
He didn’t go too far though, his sexual exertions and
lack of food soon had him panting and needing to rest.
He had to eat. It was a primal urge and basic
requirement. He needed to eat and soon, otherwise he
would weaken and die. He knew it in some fundamental
way, an understanding of how things are.
A little later found him stalking a rabbit. He found
silent movement came as second nature. Closing to
within a few feet, he pounced and snapped his jaws
around the rabbit’s head, breaking its neck instantly.
It would be enough for now, perhaps until tomorrow, but
he knew he couldn’t eat human. Their stink turned him
off and just the remembrance of it, almost lost him his
meal.
Bravo she mocked, behold the mighty hunter. He had
missed her approach and was taken by surprise. Come on
she instructed. He followed her lead, not knowing where
they were going. Her scent as it wafted back to him,
was overwhelming. Purposefully, he tripped her with a
swipe across her back legs and then, as she struggled
to get up, he was upon her, griping her neck until she
submitted to him and his superior strength and weight.
He allowed her up and without any niceties, mounted her
in a frenzy of lust, brought on by the adrenalin rush
of the hunt and her intriguing smell. The act was
violent, almost a rape, but their bodies responded to a
primeval dance of procreation. He buried his cock and
then his knot into her willing and receptive sex. His
completion erupted inside her as she clamped him in and
milked his cock of all its juice.
He threw his head back and howled a series of
triumphant yodels that announced his mastery of her.
His calls were answered in the distance by the pack
their sound travelling for miles. Then the local dogs
set up to yelling as well, adding to the cacophony.
She led him back to her dress where she had found him
on the beach. The light in the sky was showing that
dawn was only a matter of a few hours away.
She transformed back into the lithe, white haired woman
who had turned him. Her young body in human form was
not unpleasant to see, but there was a cruel look in
her eyes that evoked distrust.
The first time is always the worst. She told him,
meaning everything he guessed. Here. She threw him a
pair of jeans and a t-shirt that had been rolled up in
the folds of her dress. Jack transformed as the first
light rose and was immediately overcome with a
desperate fatigue. He flopped to the ground in a
boneless heap.
"You will also get used to that. She remarked in an
offhanded way. You had better come with me. I can see
you are going to need a bit of time to adjust."
"Why didn’t you just kill and eat me?"
"We needed a male and you looked okay. Besides, I
thought you quite cute. Welcome to the pack." She spun
and walked off across the dunes towards the road and
the council houses on the other side.
Their lair turned out to a basement of a Victorian
house that looked about ready for demolition. Plywood
boards covered the tall windows and wire fence panels
in heavy rubber feet, clamped together, formed a
boundary protection.
Alice, the alpha female, lit a few lamps and welcomed
him into the den. The rest followed them in and
dispersed to settees and chairs arranged around the
dank room. It was Jack’s first time to really observe
the group in human form. Five women faced him of
various ages and body shapes. They took little notice
of him and once their initial chatter died, they slept.
Sordid. That was how it all seemed, sordid and just an
existence.
"So, err, what is your name?"
"Jack."
"So Jack, what do you think eh? She swept her arm in an
expansive, all encompassing gesture. What do you think
of our home from home and our pack?"
"To be honest, all this blows me away." He told her.
"And I am trying to make sense of it all. Yesterday, or
was it the day before, I was an ordinary guy, making a
living and getting by. Now though, well… well what am
I? And what does it all mean?"
"I would have thought what you are, was obvious."
"What you have made me, is painfully obvious." He
couldn’t resist the scorn. "It’s what it means from
hereon in. What is to become of me? My art? My life?"
"It means sweetie, you're almost invulnerable and will
live by night. It means your diet is going to change
and it means you will be intolerant of daylight." She
matched his scorn. "It isn’t like on the movies; the
sun won’t burn you to a pile of dust, just that you
won’t be able to get a suntan. Oh! And by the way, you
can be killed. It doesn’t need a silver bullet; any
fucking bullet will kill you. Any major injury is a
problem because it will slow you down and nobody will
feed you baby. If you get injured, you’re on your own."
He thought to himself for a while and then asked the
question that had been bugging him and her mention of
the movies brought it to the fore. I expected the
transformation to be a painful transition. I didn’t
feel it really; just the loss of colour and heightened
senses was about it. I could still reason and think,
but it just felt different, not like in the movies at
all.
"Those old films and American Werewolf in London have a
lot to answer for. In time, you will even get used to
the colourlessness, perhaps even look forward to those
three nights when you can run free and hunt to kill and
eat. You will live for the hunt."
"I think we will always be different there. I could
never kill or eat a person like you did tonight. I
can’t stand the smell of them in that way."
"You will." She assured him. "You will, it just takes a
bit of time to adjust. Now, come lover, let’s make some
puppies."
"What? In front of these?" He swept a gaze over the
reclining women.
"It didn’t bother you last night. They were all there
to see the new king take his queen and boy you sure are
king." She lifted her dress and flashed him her fur
covered sex, then span on her heels, laughing and
mooned him.
He declined the offer as gracefully as he could and
found a place to sleep.
-=*=-
The next evening, Jack awoke and almost tried to
scratch his ear with his foot before he realised in
what form he was. Hungry, he quietly left the basement
and headed for home.
His house was just as he had left it. The detached
house safe home with the accoutrements of comfort and
the familiarity of use. Ravenously, he ripped open the
fridge to see what was on offer and stuffed his face
with everything he could.
He entered his studio and looked critically at the
piece he had been working on. As a commercial work, it
had merit, but he could see the weaknesses in it. He
would paint from now on, in a completely different
style, more aggressive, more daring. His living had
been okay up to now, but pretty soon, he would be a
celebrated name with international shows. He could feel
it.
Twenty-seven days later...
Jack transformed for three nights. The first of the
moon was only ever a partial change, but enough for his
body to alter to wolf and a hunger to hunt and feed.
The full moon, when he forgot his human side
completely, and then the next night, when his
transformation would arouse a terrible hunger and then
would leave him totally exhausted.
Jack could not get over his revulsion for human flesh.
The smell was enough each time they fed, to make him
gag. He subsisted on rabbits and the occasional cat if
he could find one too slow to escape.
On the twenty-seventh night, he climbed upon his
Triumph and rode to the ramshackle house just as dusk
was falling. He parked the motorcycle and wriggled into
the basement. They were already there, waiting for him
to turn up.
Alice was in a separate room, but the others all
crowded around him even as they transformed. In an
excited greeting, they crouched and approached him in
supplication, brushing against him to re-affirm the
bond of the pack. He smelled at each of them and
playfully cuffed the most bold.
Alice growled a warning to them; they backed off,
making space for the alpha female and male to welcome
each other. She came to him as an equal, stiff legged
and her tail straight out. The silver wolf checked him
over smelling and buffeting him, taking stock of his
condition and state of health.
Jack’s enforced change of lifestyle had put some weight
on him. Eating at night felt foreign to him, so he had
taken to binge eating as the night fell or morning
rose. His altered metabolism stored fat that had begun
to layer around his midriff.
They greeted each other and then, as one, the pack left
the lair and went out to hunt.
She led them along the seashore where their tracks
would be rubbed out by the incoming tide, towards
Hythe. This stretch of beach is almost totally wild
with only a golf course and an army firing range
abutting the endless sand. They travelled the five
miles or so at a steady lope until they reached the car
park that announced the start of the holiday village.
Immediately, the mood changed from the carefree gambol
it had been as they flew across the sandy shore, to a
careful appraisal of the surrounding area. The car park
was empty, with nothing but harsh street lamps and
white lines on black top.
Music was blaring from a pub across the main road and
light from the shop windows flooded the pavements
outside. The occasional car drove along the road. Alice
was careful to avoid the lit areas and stayed out of
sight from the drivers as they passed.
They angled away from the main street and passed
through an alley towards the sea end of the town. The
houses started to space out the further from the town
centre they went, but still Alice was cautious.
Eventually, they reached the sea wall and took cover in
a buddleia bush that leaned on the concrete of the sea
defence wall. In front of them was a grassed area used
during the day as a playing field for the local school
children. At night, it had another fascination for play
of a different kind and Alice knew that. They waited.
After some time, when total nightfall had dropped, a
couple entered the park and sat on a bench at the far
end. Still Alice waited, watching to see how things
would pan out. Her patience was rewarded, because
another couple came into the park and sat on the bench
immediately in front of them. The girl was giggling and
had obviously had a bit too much to drink.
Alice waited and the pack followed her lead. Their
excitement increasing in exponential increments as the
time passed by, until they were positively jumping in
anticipation. It was almost unbearable to just crouch
there, waiting for the burst of energy that would
signal the final point of the hunt.
The couple at the far end got up and walked away hand
in hand, leaving the later couple to the park and their
unseen audience. It looked as if the hunt was going
sour shortly after, the male got up, pulling the
drunken girl to her feet. The packs collective
disappointment was quickly replaced b elation as he
laid the girl on the grass. They watched as her
clothing was stripped and the couple started to mate.
Alice signalled to one of the females who slipped out
from the cover of the bush. It was a practiced ploy to
distract the victim. She crawled on her belly, whining
as she neared the couple. They sat up and made calling
sounds to what they mistook as a dog in trouble. It was
a fatal mistake.
In a blur of moving fur, the pack broke cover and
descended on the pair. Alice took the male in the
throat, cutting off any chance of a cry, while the
decoy did the same to the female. Pretty soon, all that
remained of the victims was bloody clothing, two heads
and the extremities.
Jack silently watched the horrific scenes of carnage.
Both fascinated and appalled at the same time. Once
again, the smell to their blood and shit, repelled him,
but he watched and marvelled at the precision of the
attack.
Sated, the wolves returned to where Jack waited for
them. A massive excitement was coursing through the
wolves and in their exuberance, they rushed Jack,
falling over him and buffeting him in playful joust.
Alice stalked away, heading for the lair. They
followed, but at a leisurely pace, their stomachs full.
Lucy, who had been the decoy, rubbed herself against
him and blatantly offered him her sex. Jack dutifully
took her aroma in, but found that she was not ready to
mate. It didn’t stop her though and she pushed him away
from the pack towards the dunes. Soon they were far
behind and isolated.
Her message was clear as she turned and confronted him.
He could almost hear her asking, so Jack, are you going
to fuck me, or what?
She lay on her side and spread her hind legs, exposing
the soft fur and under belly. Again, Jack smelled her.
She was in a state of arousal and, although not in
season, was very ready to mate.
Playfully, she jumped up and ran around him until he
started to get dizzy. With a deft move, he stuck a
foreleg out and tripped her then jumped on her to pin
her down. She did not resist his advance and turned
under him so that her sex was raised and her tail
twisted to one side out of the way.
Perhaps it was the lack of pheromones exuded when a
bitch is on heat, but Jack seemed to take for ever
getting excited. He had mounted her, but his cock
didn’t respond as it had with Alice twenty-seven nights
previously. Eventually though, the friction of him
rubbing against her sex, produced the desired result.
His cock found her opening and although almost dry,
entered her in a savage thrust that made her howl.
Relentlessly, he pistoned into her, driving deeper and
deeper until his knot banged against her outer walls.
She was too tight and dry to accept him all the way,
but he managed to climax, spraying sperm all over her
rump. Satisfied for now, she wandered away to leave him
cleaning himself.
He heard Alice in her silent approach and was ready for
her attack. When it came, instead of an unprotected
flank, Alice encountered his mouth and a full set of
teeth. She was no match for his superior size and
weight. After a short fight, he had her by the throat
and could easily have ended her life right there and
then. As it was, he had the taste of her blood on his
tongue. It was foul and the reflexive desire to gag
made the decision to release her that much easier.
She limped away, once more heading for the lair. Jack
followed at a distance, his hunger put to one side for
now.
When they got back to safety, Lucy was excitedly
running around the others, yelling her success in
seducing Jack, proudly showing of his seed where it
dried on her. She stopped in mid-stride as they entered
and cowered a little as Alice passed close by, but
Alice ignored her and went to her own private room.
Lucy took up the crowing of her success until jack
batted her one, tumbling her into an untidy heap
against one of the settees.
They transformed after a while and after a short sleep,
Jack picked up his bike and left them to their slumber
to return home and a good meal of raw steak he had
taken the trouble to get in. It hardly satisfied him,
but the edge of his hunger was taken off.
That night, he made his way back to the lair. Lucy was
in a terrible state, bleeding from several wounds and
limping badly on what looked to be a broken forepaw.
Alice was nowhere to be seen, but a trail of blood led
from the lair away towards the beach. He found her,
dying from some deep gashes to her throat and
shoulders. Her lifeblood was staining the golden sand.
She sighed and lifted her eyes towards him in silent
pleading. Her transformation back to human form was a
slow drawn out process, the effort too much for her.
"I’m sorry." She managed to whisper. Her heart stopped
and her eyes closed for a final time.
Four grey shapes descended on her and ripped the
carcass to pieces. Her growing pups had died with her,
already formed into tiny furless miniatures. The four
finished the job and stared at him in silent challenge.
Disgusted, he turned and went back to the lair.
Lucy hobbled to him in greeting, but was really too
weak to do more than acknowledge his entrance. He sat
beside her and waited, not really knowing what for, but
he waited alongside her until the morning.
The four murderesses returned during the early hours
and looked at him with distain. They were not about to
accept him now that Alice was gone. What need did they
have of him? Until the question of hierarchy was sorted
out, none of them would come into season, so he was
just an extra for the moment.
When the morning light fell, they had all transformed
into human form. It was obvious that Lucy’s wrist was
at least fractured and she was going to struggle.
Although quite a bit older than the four remaining
members of the pack, in her current condition, she
would be unable to fight for supremacy and therefore,
set the pecking order.
It was Simone, a black girl, who became un-elected
spokeswoman.
"You’re not wanted here Jack," she told him. We have no
need for your kind so you may as well fuck off now.
It occurred to Jack that she was just a bit too big for
her own good. Simone, he quietly started. I would be
careful about how you treat your mates. His warning was
said in a low and dangerous tone that left no room for
error in its malice. The implied threat hit home and
she backed down.
The others watched the confrontation with interest, but
her capitulation ended the spectacle, they fell to
getting comfortable for sleep.
A somewhat relieved Jack thought about there being only
the one more night until the current moon phase passed
for another twenty-seven days. He also slept, but in
the room previously occupied by Alice. Her smell
invaded his nose and he dreamt of her.
Dusk fell and found the diminished pack ready to go out
on the hunt. Lucy was in no condition and had weakened
during the day. Her wrist/paw had swollen to more than
three times its normal size and her wounds had become
infected.
Jack thought she would probably die by the morning or
certainly by the next evening when, even in human form,
she would be too weak to do very much and either
dehydration or hunger would account for her. He tried
to feel pity, but somehow, it just wouldn’t happen. He
left the lair and the pack for the last time and hunted
alone.
He took no thrill from the hunt and killing a sheep was
too easy. The stupid animal was too dozy to react.
Half-heartedly, he ate and then disposed of the remains
in the canal.
Pack and friendless, Jack returned home to try and plan
how he would survive.
A piece in the local newspaper a few days later,
described how three girls were found shot dead and
naked in a popular lovers meeting place. Police could
find no identification and there were no missing
persons listed that matched the descriptions. A smaller
piece two or three pages in, reported the finding of a
woman who had obviously crawled to safety in a
dilapidated house basement after a terrible beating,
only to die of dehydration. The pack was finished.
He couldn’t mourn the loss of their lives, but he felt
a sudden profound loneliness. He may not have fitted in
the pack, but they were his own kind and now, as far as
he knew, he was the only one.
Present.
Jack’s lifestyle had altered now to accommodate the
regular alterations. By keeping a diary and being
careful, jack managed to drive his motorcycle to places
widespread in order to make his kills. Although he
didn’t particularly enjoy the hunt, he soon found that
eating raw meat was no substitute for a freshly killed
carcass. It was something to do with a need for hot
blood he reasoned.
By spreading his hunting grounds, he was able to
restrict himself to sheep or the occasional pig. Never
returning to the same place and always hiding the
remains, kept the danger of discovery to a minimum.
Jack drove to Tenterden with the intention of finding
the wild boar that lived in the forest knowing that,
even if he missed them, there would be plenty of Red
Deer as a stand by. Stalking deer did at least provoke
some excitement. The shy creatures needed to be
carefully tracked or even ambushed. They had the
advantage of large ears and fleet escape, making them
something of a challenge.
His luck was good, and shortly after dark, he located a
group of the wild boar in a culvert. Their eyesight was
not particularly good, so he was able to be almost
among them before the alarm was raised.
He singled out a sow and separated the group by diving
through the middle and then angling away and up,
splitting her from the rest. In desperation, she tried
to run, squealing her fright as he closed. His killing
bite took her by the scruff of her neck, but as she
died, an older tusker came flying at Jack, catching him
a glancing blow with one of his razor sharp teeth that
curled wickedly from the side of his snout.
The searing pain in his side told Jack that he was in
trouble, but he defended his kill and drove the Boar
away. He returned to the sow and ate his fill before
limping back to where his bike had been parked.
The damage was pretty serious. A large gash had been
opened up on his flank and blood flowed freely from the
wound.
The girl seemed to materialise out of thin air. Passing
between two trees, she took a step or two towards him.
He growled a warning for her to leave him alone.
"Shhh." She hushed his growls and held her hands palm
out, signalling her lack of intention.
Still he growled, but with less conviction. She stepped
closer, closing the distance to a few feet. Jack could
do very little about the girl. The pain from the wound
was burning into him and he was feeling quite weak from
the loss of blood.
Then she was crouching beside him. With a few strokes
on his head, Jack succumbed to her touch and his
resistance disappeared.
Quite a nasty wound you have there. She needlessly
informed him. His blood was matting his coat, making
the black fur even darker as it coagulated. He
whimpered and fainted.
The eastern sky was already showing first light when
Jack woke. Groggily, he looked around and found that he
was lying on a wooden cot in a shack or shed. There was
very little furniture, just a table and a chair. In the
corner of the room stood a packing case up turned with
a two-ring gas cooker.
He noticed the lightened sky through the grimy window
and immediately tried to rise. The pain in his side
stopped him in the effort; he flopped back down and
whined a little, feeling very weak and dizzy.
She stirred and got up from some sacking she had been
laying on to check on him. Expert hands checked the
wound on his flank, testing the skin to see if it was
scabbing over. His fur got in the way a little, but by
being careful, she managed to see enough with out
opening the wound again.
Jack lifted his head to look at the girl and knew he
was about to transform and there was nothing he could
do about it. He was too weak to get up, let alone run
anywhere.
The window lightened more and the first rays filtered
through the grimy window. His transformation complete,
Jack looked at the girl, wondering what her reaction
was going to be.
If she was shocked, she hid it well. Her expression was
only quizzical as his fur withdrew into his pores, his
snout shortened and ears shrunk. His four legs
shimmered into two legs and a pair of arms, complete
with hands and fingers. The change only took a few
seconds and she stood, stock still as she witnessed it.
In human shape, the wound didn’t look quite so bad. It
was deep and had bled quite a lot, but already, the
werewolf healing process was underway and gradually,
the wound was closing. He was still very weak and his
usually exhaustion after the first night, was greatly
magnified.
Jack broke the silence.
"I’m sorry you had to see that."
"Why sorry? It had to happen. It’s not like I could go
out or something and find a wolf replaced by a man is
it? How long?"
"How long what?"
"Have you been this way? A werewolf?"
"Six months or so if think; time blurs." He then told
her the story of his life up to now and about the pack.
By the time he had told her everything, sunlight was
streaming into the shack, Jack had to shield his eyes.
"That is one of the down sides, intolerance to
sunlight. I had better get back and get some clothes
on." He knew he wouldn’t be able to make it through the
forest. Although the tissue around the wound had almost
completely healed now, the combination of light and the
loss of blood would probably finish him off.
"I think you had better stay here. Am I in any danger
Jack? I mean, will you attack me in wolf form?"
"Since my turning, I haven’t had any human company at
all so I don’t know how I will react. I did say though,
that as a wolf, I couldn’t stand the smell of human
flesh, so I think you will be okay."
It occurred to him that she hadn’t told him her name
and he knew nothing about her at all. He had been so
engrossed in telling her his life story, that it might
have appeared as if he wasn’t interested.
"What do I call you?" He waited for her answer as she
opened the door just enough to slip out.
"Denise. You can call me Denise or Den for short. I
won’t be long. You rest here and try to sleep."
He did sleep and only woke when she returned several
hours later. It was the sound of his motorbike that
woke him. His stomach growled to let him know that he
was hungry.
She sidled through the door carrying two plastic bags
and his clothes under her arm.
"Apart from the obvious, I didn’t know what werewolves
eat so I bought some liver and hearts. Will that be
okay?"
He laughed. It felt foreign to laugh, but her
expression and the ignorance struck him funny. It was
the first time he felt relaxed and could laugh since
the night on the beach.
"I eat anything normally." He told her. "It’s only when
I change that my diet becomes specialised. Then it is a
different hunger all together and has very little to do
with needing food, but is no less urgent. Without a
kill, my lupine side will die and so will the other
side of me. Thanks all the same and I’m famished."
Although he was still naked, he got up, completely
healed and took the bags from her while she struggled
to get through the door.
She cooked the liver while he dressed and handed him a
plate of liver and baked beans with a slice of thick
bread. It tasted like the best meal he had ever eaten
and the tea completed the food.
"Denise." He started. "I know nothing about you, why
you live in a hut in the middle of the forest or what
you do. Tell me all about you."
They passed the afternoon with Denise telling him of
her life to this point. She had been married to a guy
who liked to beat her up when he had a drink and didn’t
stick to their marriage vow of excluding all others.
Their friends sided with him, believing her to be
lying. After the separation, she found herself
ostracized and shunned by the group of people she had
though of as friends. It was as if he held them all in
thrall.
Her resultant depression led to a breakdown and
hospitalisation for two years. Since then, she had
shunned people and preferred to live in the quiet
seclusion of the forest tending injured animals or just
watching nature go about its business. The medical
people had signed her off permanently, so she had to
visit town once a week to pick up her social security
and shop for food. Other than Tuesday’s, she had no
contact with the outside world and that was the way she
liked it.
Jack had been feeling sorry for himself on and off
since his turning, but after listening to Denise’s
story, he realised he didn’t have it so bad. Sure it
would be nice to have a couple of friends who lived a
night life, but on the whole, he was okay and better
than most.
As darkness descended, he changed. Denise opened the
door and silently, he slipped out into the night, to
hunt under a full moon.
After his appetite was satisfied, the black wolf
returned, there was still several hours of moonlight
left, but he found himself returning to the shack and
the girl.
She stood at the door, looking out and wondering if he
would return. Even from several yards away, he could
smell her, could hear her blood coursing through her
veins. He wanted her. He needed her as a friend,
someone to belong to, someone to be with, a companion,
a pack mate. He wanted her as a lover and approached on
silent pads.
She saw him only when he was a few feet away, his black
coat hiding him from her eyes and only appearing as a
darker shade in the blackness of night. Wordlessly, she
stepped backwards into the shack, leaving the door open
for him to enter.
An unspoken, common need passed between them. They both
needed someone and the strangeness of their lives
restricted their hopes of finding a mate.
He sat on his haunches and watched her as she slipped
out of the cotton dress she was wearing, aware of the
rush of adrenalin saturated blood pumping through her
veins. He could sense the electrical charges as her
brain worked frantically, but even more obvious to his
senses was her pheromone perfume.
Her undergarments were stepped out of and she stood,
naked and proud in front of him, like a challenge and a
dare in one figure. Her breasts were quite small with
dark pink circles around erect nipples. Her stomach was
flat with no extra fat and then her hip flared in a
rounded curve that drew his eyes to her fur-covered
mons. Her lithe and athletic legs trembled slightly
while he visually inspected her.
Words were not needed. She sat on the edge of the
wooden cot and opened her thighs. He rose from his
sitting position and padded over to the waiting woman.
As he approached, her willingness to mate was broadcast
to his olfactory senses and triggered his own response.
As if drawn by a magnet, he nosed her sex, taking in
the heavenly scent and savouring the excitement it
caused his nervous system, enjoying the thrill as his
own sex stiffened and felt the coolness of the night
air.
Her taste was as he expected. Secretions from her
instinctive reaction to what was about to happen,
flooded his mouth and taste buds, heightening his own
preparedness for sex. His tongue flicked out and in a
fluid motion, took her anus, vagina and clit in one
motion. It was as if she had been electrified; the
response from her was so powerful. Somehow, she managed
not to clamp her knees together as the pleasure of his
tongue caused her to spasm and her back to arch.
Jack wide tongue searched for her opening and then,
once found, searched to part her lips so that he could
drink of her nectar the more deeply. He urgent lashes
were rewarded when she opened like a blooming rose for
him and he stroked her inner being with his lapping
tongue. She came, coating his muzzle with her ambrosia
and sighed in her orgasm.
He paused and took her taste to the back of his throat
his taste buds creating a memory of her and storing the
information, never to be forgotten.
Jack stood on his hind legs between her parted knees
and shuffled forward, his forepaws either side of her
flawless alabaster white skin. She must have thought he
was going to mount her because she raised her knees to
create the perfect angle for his entry, but he only
wanted her taste for the moment and lowering his mouth,
he licked up her sweat that beaded on her smooth skin.
Starting at her navel, he worked in lascivious strokes
to her breasts where her heat was most concentrated at
the fold under her mammary orbs.
She stroked his magnificent head, letting the coarse
hair strand through her fingers as his tongue created
mini whirlpools of sensation that rose and fell in
curlicues of peeks. This felt like death, like she
would never recover from the height she had attained,
or if she did, the plummet back to earth would be a
fatal fall.
Somehow, she raised her head to look at her lover.
Their eyes met, his black and unfathomable while her
hazel brown stared back in trusting love. Jack shuffled
forward a little more, banging his cock against her
mound. He kissed her mouth, which opened involuntarily,
allowing his tongue to pass between her parted teeth.
He kissed her deeply, tasting and savouring her saliva
while massaging her own tongue, causing her to pant
and, if it was possible, to become even more aroused.
Denise came again. A rush of pure love and emotion
poured from her body, a rare moment when total control
is relinquished and the body survives on no more than
automotive reactions. For the first time, she knew
ecstasy so profound.
Without thought, without premeditation, her knees came
up and her feet locked together around her lovers back
in the classic missionary position. She drew him into
her, forcing his cock into her wide-open sex. She
propelled him into her body and felt him pass beyond
her outer walls and musculature. He was buried deep
into her body and was not going to be freed now, until
they had completed the act to its final conclusion.
Jack thrust experimentally, finding that although she
had him in a tight grip, he would be able to fuck into
her. He started slowly, allowing his cock to almost
withdraw completely, before slowly pushing back and
letting her muscles ripple over his shaft. Neither of
them could keep up the slow pace, their shared need far
too strong for the niceties that perhaps they could
share when the basic animal passion was sated.
In a blur of movement, jack was pumping into her,
driving his cock deeper and deeper until his balls were
banging on her upturned buttocks. The urge to mate was
so strong now, that any differences of species were
quite forgotten. This was a union of souls and they
both strove to consummate the meeting.
His knot began to swell inside her, the pace hardly
diminishing making his withdrawal harder. As it swelled
it rubbed against the hardened ridges of her G spot
giving her an added sensation and causing her muscles
to tighten on him.
Then, he was fully engorged, his knot fully swollen and
locked into her, every forward motion driving his cock
into her womb that opened for his chisel edged cock to
pass.
Nearing exhaustion, Jack’s pace at last began to flag,
to be replaced by a slower, but more intense thrust.
His climax was approaching fast and then arrived in an
explosion of sensation, lust and emotion that was all
consuming. He howled, raising his head to open his
windpipe. He howled to the moon of his triumph while
his hot seed spurted into her wanting body.
He looked at her and found she was crying, sobs wracked
her body causing her to milk his cock in a feral
embrace, tears coursed from her eyes and over her
temples, soaking her hair. He kissed her again and then
licked the salty tears from her face knowing that she
could not howl as he had, but had released the pent
emotion in her sobbing.
Eventually, after they disengaged, he cleaned her sex,
tasting the mingled fluids of their secretions. Then
lay with her, curled into his body like a child as she
slept.
-=*=-
Morning came in a blaze of light, but neither saw it.
Neither saw another sunrise nor wanted to. She was to
attune to his clock and biorhythms in a union that
lasted for nearly fifty years. Denise marketed Jacks
work, claiming him to be a secretive artist who wished
to remain anonymous. It worked and even added to his
attraction for the buying public.
He would never be a rich man, but his work sold well
and they made enough to be comfortable as outsiders to
the population. Until she died of old age, regretful of
the forced parting, but happy in the knowledge of their
love. He buried her in the loam of the forest, knowing
that she would want to put something back into the
earth that had sustained her.
Jack lived for many years after that, never aging, but
always waiting for her to reincarnate. He knew that she
would and it would only be a matter of time, because a
love like theirs could never die. He stayed in the
forest, living in the shack and on the anniversary of
the full moon, feeding on the deer.
It was another fifty years before Jack met Denise
again. Her name was different, but the love they shared
was the same. She couldn’t remember any of their
previous life together, but it matter not one whit.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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