Quick explanation to make it easier to udnerstand. This is a scene I added into an actual novel, not just a short story. I fantasized about it ever since I wrote this, which was a while ago. Basically, the guy is a were wolf, but at one point loses it of his own actions and choice. In reality though that's what he is, and he cannot deny that. He has no memory of it, so...
Anyways, he always avoids the woods for reasons he cannot understand. He loves them, but is afraid of entering. However, one time he goes in, and is knocked out by something, and awakes to being dragged by a pack of wolves. And although he doesn't realize it, the wolves are of course, not just wolves.

(P.S, slight spoiler so you may want to read this sentence after you read the rest. The relation between Silver Wolf, the character, and the rest of the pack is that the character acts as a Bodyguard/ Servant. Silver Wolf is his only superior next to the She Wolf, which are both Alpha Male and Female. And whatever is asked of him he will do to the extent of his capabilities. That's what he loves to do, he lives for Silver Wolf and the She Wolf, and he is willing to die for them if they tell him to.)

Begun

He hit the ground on his back. He instinctively began to sit up but sharp claws pressed into his stomach as the two of the wolves pushed him back down. Before he could react in any other way one wolf shut it’s jaws around his throat. The effect was instantaneous and strict. His body froze, shivering uncontrollably from pure liquid fear. His mind went numb and stupid, focusing only on the imminent death pressing around him. He did not, could not move, almost at the verge of tears from the shock.
Razor sharp teeth pressed against his skin, threatening to shred his flesh apart, his skin on fire from the grazing. Hot saliva coated his skin.
He glimpsed another canine trotting over to his legs. Silver furred, the wolf had a sense of authority about him. Dimly, his subconscious spoke aloud, Alpha…
But in reality it went deeper than that. Then it glanced at him and he looked into the wolfs eyes for no more than half a second. In that half second, everything changed. This was an animal he was simultaneously terrified of, and admired. He felt a sudden desire to do anything it could ask, even though it was a creature not even sentient. He did not want to disappoint. And then the desire disappeared, gone like a waking dream.
Silver Wolf stepped between his legs and lowered his head to inches away from his groin with parted jaws. A quick jolt of epinephrine ran through his system, but before his mind even registered it the jaws snapped shut. The teeth tore straight through the fiber of his jeans and through the cloth beneath it like hot steel through candle wax . He actually felt wet enamel rub against his shaft before the wolf snapped it’s head back and tore a large patch of his jeans away. The material starting from his hip and down to his inner thigh was gone, ragged threads remaining. Silver Wolf walked over to his pant legs.
The wolf threatening to let the life flood from him loosened it’s hold slightly and lay down by his side, resting it’s jugular on his carotid rather than seizing his neck fully. This left him free to act, if he was fast enough that is, and he highly doubted that. But it wasn’t just that, among the pure fear of death, he was also afraid of doing something wrong, something incorrect so to speak. He knew to keep his place, and that the Silver Wolf controlled that place. He could not dare disobey. At the same time though the fear was accompanied by some demented feeling of content. For brief flashes he actually wanted to do accomplish what was wanted of him. He felt as if he wanted nothing more than fulfilling his purpose; doing what was sought of him.
The silver one seized the cuff of his jeans and literally tore the remains from his body, some seam splitting and tearing the pants almost in half. The jerk hurt like hell, branding his skin. Another quick snap and the remnants of his underwear came away. The wolf moved with an unerring precision that chilled him. Each time fangs were a hairs breadth away from cutting through him, actually grazing against his skin, but the wolf never went too far, never cut him.
A cold breeze snaked between the grass and swept over his genitals. He gave a small gasp of discomfort and then very nearly vomited. For a second that terrified him to insanity the hair on his arms and legs was long and spiky, and then it was gone, leaving him hacking with sickness. The wolf over his throat released him for a moment and he rolled on his side, throat giving spasms. Then the feeling passed and he let his head fall back to the grass and shut his eyes, unable to think straight, forgetting where he was. Then he felt warmth and pressure over his chest. He looked down and saw the Silver Wolf tear a long strip of his shirt from neck to waist. He stepped to one side and knelt to pull the rest of his shirt away. An unbidden instinct rose within him and impulse took over. He arched his back as the pull came, letting the silver one tug the shirt away. The shirt slipped from his body and he fell back to the grass, completely nude. He felt grass and earth against his skin and suddenly he felt a clear sense of ease and familiarity. He somehow wanted the wolves to do whatever they were doing. He looked up at the full moon and watched his breathe fan before him in a mist.
Something warm was nudging his head. He looked to the side and saw the Silver Wolf nudging him with his nose. The wolf turned it’s head to the side, looking at something. He sat up straight and followed it’s gaze.
A beautiful she-wolf was standing at the edge of the clearing. Her fur was silver white and tendrils of nighttime mist crept between her legs. The wolves moved away from him and sat to the side in a circle, all of them looking at her. The Silver Wolf sat alone. Slowly and elegantly, she strode into their midst. She walked between his spread legs and looked into his eyes. He was spellbound. Her eyes were a deep yellow, almost gold, and a sharp intelligence lurked behind them. A primal instinct glinted within them but they were distinctly human as well. A deep longing and utter devotion to her rose inside him. He felt willing to do anything at all that she wanted. He could not have walked away from her for his life.
As he lay in the cold with her eyes gazing into his, she stepped forward over his torso, face to face, and lay down on his stomach. He was grateful for the warmth that covered his chilled body. Her moist muzzle was inches from his lips and warmth from her body spread throughout him. She pressed her body down against his, and very slowly, slid her body forward. Her fur and genitals rubbed over his shaft and her head lay above his. She slid back down and their gazes locked again. She continued the motion, rubbing their bodies together. For a few seconds he nearly lost it. He was in the middle of the woods, stripped nude, and having a damn wolf on top of him! But underneath it, she was so familiar… He knew this Creature. Somewhere…
Her fur grazed against his skin and he began to sweat. Her body was grinding against his shaft with every slide as his sweat mixed between them. She slid up, and as she slid back down her muzzle clipped his nose. He gasped as lust suddenly replaced the revulsion of having an animal touch him. He was here again. He knew this place, this earth. It was home. But he knew not from where.
She continued to slide along his sweat, her muzzle clipping him and her eyes gazing through his. Another rub, a small wave of pleasure flooded through his flesh in burning needles as her soft yet course fur slid along his flesh. She moved up, clipped his nose, moved down and his body gave a spasm, his back arching with enough force to actually lift his body with her on top off the ground for a moment, and then he fell back down. Something in his spine cracked and shift and he was suddenly sick again, then it vanished. Slide up, clip, slide down, spasm. His breathing grew heavy and every time she moved and his breath caught in his throat as he froze in tension, then fell back down with a small burst of pleasure. Then her rough yet gentle tongue, her wonderful warm tongue flicked at his cheek and instantly his body was filled with a ravenous fire. He gasped vocally, letting his pleasure out into the air.
She heard him and slightly raised her body and moved up farther than before. So far that his face was inches away from her pussy. A very faint feel of nausea, near nonexistent this time, and his tongue slightly lengthened and grew rougher. Impulsively, he raised his head and ran his tongue along her flesh his arms embracing her, fingers running through warm fur. He gave his consent to her, involving himself and letting her know full well he loved her here. Her muscles tensed and she slid down very slowly, his tongue running over her pussy, across her stomach, feeling her warm fur. And as her gaze reached his again he flicked his tongue over the inside of her parted jaws. As she moved down, his tongue ran over her nose and she pressed her body down against his, and slid herself onto his stiff shaft. Both their bodies gave a spasm of tension and pleasure. He twisted involuntarily, rubbing her head into his chest and clipping him underneath the chin lightly. Warmth from her pussy spread through his flesh and fluid from her body dripped on his waist. She resumed sliding again, her tight vaginal muscles pulling over his own body forward and back. Ever since she asserted herself onto him, he had been panting like an animal, guttural groans coming now and then. Soon, She parted her jaws and began to purr like a cat. He opened his mouth and with every slide their tongues licked each other saliva coating her muzzle and his lips. His panting grew even heavier with every slide and when their tongues met, deep waves of pleasure coursed through them both. Her purring intensified and she gave small sighs of deep contentment every time their tongues met. Her saliva ran down his body only to be smeared against their flesh with every slide. Her bodies fluids mixed into the lubrication between them, matting her fur and wetting his burning skin. She shut her eyes and he felt her vaginal muscles give small pulses as well, pushing against his own flesh. Her Muscular body danced before him, muscles rippling beneath her hide. She slid faster and faster, almost slipping on the fluids between their flesh. Her sharp purring and his panting escalated into a continuous sound, no longer corresponding to rhythm. Their soaked internal muscles pulsed harder and faster, pressing against each other as liquid fell from her in a constant stream. She held still for a moment, tremors racking her body, and they kissed passionately, his tongue running along her fangs, exploring her mouth as she licked at his own tongue with passionate vigor. Both their bodies tensed as she slid up so slowly, and she threw herself back down. His cock stabbed deep within hers and both of their bodies pulsed simultaneously. She threw her head back from his and howled, sitting up straight, head pointed to the wonderful moon as glistening drops fell from her muzzle. Heavenly contractions squeezed him and an inhuman roaring tore through his transforming throat as he emptied himself into her in a series of contractions and pulses. Their vocalizing harmonized, rising and falling in time to their spasms.
Her howl rose in intensity and she threw her head onto his neck. Her teeth stabbed through the space between his neck and shoulder. He cried out with a voice that was not his own. A burning pain spread through the wound and harmonized with the pleasure, pushing it farther. Memories flooded through his mind, memories of her, of the pack. Of him.
They run through the dense woods, moving as liquid between trees, strangling the breeze that fought against them.
Her tongue lashed against his skin, licking his blood as his seed filled her more with every pulse. Blood poured down his chest and between her fur as his muscles split into separate species for a fraction of a second. Powerful Wolf muscles rippled inside him, the same familiar energy burning inside him.
Silver Wolf looks at him, and as their eyes meet he understands what to do. He jumps down, padding stealthily into the shadows, moving closer to his target as his comrades melt back to flank around the prey.
She arched her back, drawing her teeth from his neck to his chest and down to just above his hip, leaving two deep cuts. She allowed herself to collapse onto him, the blood from his fresh wounds mixed into the lubricant. His hair lengthened into course dark fur for several moments, matted with blood and sexual liquids. It did not change back, he was what he was. And that was not a human. He wrapped his forelegs around her frame and she moved her muzzle over his face and their wolf tongues met once again.
He gazed longingly at the moon before moving with his pack, gliding silently over his home. The forest. Comfort. Safety.
His yellowed eyes shut as her tongue ran over the inside of his mouth and he licked the underside of it. Fluid coursed from his red canine cock into her, mixed with her liquid, and dripped down his sheath and between their bodies. Their contractions and spasms slowed and eventually stopped, his wolf seed dripping down around the fur at their But they did not stop. They ran their tongues within each others mouths and occasionally she would slip her tongue down his throat and. They lay that way for a long time, bathing within their fluids. And eventually, by unspoken consent, she slid up, her body smearing blood, sweat, and sexual fluids. He was drawn from within her and a mixture of semen and vaginal fluids poured from her pussy and onto his stomach. They slowly rubbed each other with their bodies, eventually changing positions and licking each others bodies at every conceivable point. She licked the blood from his wounds and he licked the sweat and liquid sex from her fur. At as certain point they positioned themselves in a way that she began licking the semen from his waist and genitals and he licked the fluids streaming from her pussy with vigor, desperate to taste her body. And finally, after every point on their bodies had been thoroughly cleaned, from mouth, to genitals, to rumps, they collapsed against each other and lay entwined on the soaked grass, their warmth spreading through each others flesh.

This post has been edited by Vrelok on Apr 17 2007, 04:51 AM

Oh my goodness, Vrelok that was amazing!

What novel, by the way? I'm always on the lookout for new werewolf stories...

Forget 10! Here's an eleventy billion. :w00t: Where in world can i get a copy of the full story. Vrelok, i've said it before and i'll say it again....Masterpiece.

(bows) Thankyou. :beer:

lonesomwolf

p.s werewolfs rule (but i still love horsies to) :rock:

It isn't finished, so no copies, sorry ^_^

I'm quickly becoming an addict of your words, Sir..glad I stumbled upon you.


:wub: :heart:

Great story would love to hear more. You have a way of writing that putts the reader right there. I really felt toung on me

Best werewolf story I've ever read. Hope you finish it ^_^

i love werewolves vary much. your story is fantastic. i wish i knew a dragon in real life

nice story cant wait to read the novel and you get all the 10's i can give lol be sure to tell me when the full story is done i'll read it for sure ^_^ :wub: