One More Night
Sorry I haven't been posting much recently, just haven't been in the mood... That being said, I had this image in my head, and stated writing. An hour and forty-five minutes later, I have this, almost 8 pages long. Be warned, it's rough, but I thought I'd post it so I could get an idea of where to improve. Thanks, and I hope you enjoy!
Oh yeah, and all the normal warnings, this gets kinda rough. Now have at!
She stood in the doorway, beautiful as the moon and stars, still as a statue, cold as marble. Her eyes, blue, the colour of robins eggs, the only thing about her that gave lie to her statues appearance, shone in the dim light. Even her deep auburn hair, cascading around her neck and shoulders, seemed frozen in place. She wore the same silk blouse, cut low along her ample bosom, and exploding into an array of bright ribbons from either shoulder. Her skirts, an interwoven mesh of scarves and scraps of cloth, hung as still as the rest of her. Still enough that it was almost hard to believe them to be the same that had danced around her like a cloud of fairies as she twirled to the Gypsy drums. She waited.
"Ola?" He asked, reclining on a mattress wedged into the corner of the small trailer. His blond hair, as pale as sun bleached wheat, drifted down to his broad shoulders, just brushing the collar of his loose shirt. "What's that short for? Or did your parents want to name you Hello, and spelled it wrong?" He wears a pair of simple trousers, his feet are bare to the warm night. His eyes, emerald green twinkle with a liveliness and laughter that only barely offsets a world weary frown that seems always to lurk behind them.
She narrowed her eyes in a humorous glare. Even so, her chiseled features still retained the chilly serenity of a carving. "No, Darius." She chided him, "Oleander. It's short for Oleander, you know that. Ola is just easier to say." As she spoke, she turned towards him, her skirts drifting around her, along with her inhumanly smooth pace giving her the illusion of floating, or flying, across the floor.
In the space of a breath, she had crossed the floor, and was settling herself, seated, on the edge of the mattress. He sat up, leaning into her, breathing deep and letting his eyes half close with heavy lids. Her scent, as intoxicating as ever, was a mixture of wild herbs and freshly broken earth, and beneath it all, her heat. He brushed the back of his hand along her cheek, tracing the contour of her face. Her skin was cool, not cold, but noticeably more chill than it should have been. He sighed, despite himself, as he watched his here-again lover, with a longing that tore at him much deeper than his lust, or even his love, for her. The impossibility of...
"Hush." She set a finger to his lips, "These choices were mine. Mine alone, do not weary your heart on my account."
He pursed his lips, kissing the tip of her finger. "I can't help but wonder-"
"Am I not everything you could ever desire?" She asked, her voice at once musical and distant. She stood again, this time turning slowly, puling at a knot here, a ribbon there. "Am I not perfect?" Her back to him, the blouse first and than the skirts fall away. His breath caught in his throat, and he had to nod in assent. His gaze traced the curve of her body, her arms lifted over her head, he could just catch the round of her breast hanging to the side of her perfect side. Her waist narrow, her hips wide and full, her thighs strong and lean, her legs long. Perfect. She was smoothly muscled, keenly toned, but even that belied her real strength. Her skin was all but unmarked, the only other color a twining knot of stylized rose vines limned into her otherwise milk white skin at the base of her spine. She turned again, now facing him, one hand on either breast, covering the nipple, but lifting slightly, exaggerating her already full figure. "Would you like them bigger?" She smiled down at him, "It would be no trouble."
"I'm sorry." He flashed a grin back up at her, shifting uncomfortably as his pants grew quickly tighter, "You are right. You are perfect. Come to me my love." he reached out to her, drawing her down onto the blankets, settling her beside him with a kiss on the side of her neck. She would be gone again soon, he knew, but for now they were old lovers again.
"It seems you have me at a disadvantage, my love." She purred, turning towards him. He couldn't help but notice, as she leans to the side, how one breast fells towards him, swaying slightly, the nipple bouncing, red against her pale skin.
"Never." He quipped, but pulled off his shirt, and slipped quickly out of his pants.
She smiled, as he revealed his erection, already pulsing softly in anticipation. "See?" She breathed, reaching out and trailing her finger tips along the underside of it. "You do agree."
Leaning back, he let out a long slow sigh, steadying himself with practiced care. "Yes, my love. I just sometimes wonder... How much of you is you, and how much and illusion. Have I ever truly seen you?"
"Yes and no." She sighed, frustrated that he seemed determined to press the issue. "You know me, as I do. My true self. If you were to see me.... before... You would recognize me, but you might not.
"I would know you." He insisted, breathing in suddenly, as she wraps her cool hand around him. "I love you... I would always know me."
"Perhaps... Perhaps not." She sounded bored. "But this is the true me."
Forcing his eyes open, he reached out to her, pulling her in close. Bringing her face to his, he kissed her, softly, on the lips. "I love you." he repeated, "I will always love you."
"Hush." She repeated.
Leaning back, he pulled her down, drawing her against him, his hot body against hers, he wrapped himself around her. Melting for him, a little more with each kiss, she settled into him. His breath heavy, he kissed her madly, passion sweeping through him as he tasted her. She moaned softly, as his tongue tangled with hers, her nimble hands playing along his body, one tracing the muscles of his side, the other still stroking his shaft. Her breasts pressed between them, she rolled over him. Clinging to each other, he could feel her nipples pressing against him, and twisted his body some rubbing against them. She shivered, ever so much, gripping tighter as he teased her sensitive body with his own.
Astride him, she broke the kiss, sitting up and staring down at him. "I want you to let yourself go." She breaths, the barest hint of a flush rising in her cheeks. One hand still on his shaft, now pulling him against her, rubbing the the base of his sex against her own, the other stroking and squeezing her own breast.
"No love." he shook his head. "I can't, you know that."
"Please?" She moaned, affecting a beg as she thrusts her hips forward, dragging her swollen petals along his teased cock.
Shivering, with the effort to restrain himself, he shakes his head again. "No. I don't know what I would do. I wouldn't want to hurt you."
Glaring down at him, she seemed suddenly to be truly angry. "I can handle myself!" She snapped, releasing her hold on him, but grinding her hips forward, spreading herself over his member twice before pulling back, looking down at him, braced over him on all fours.
His eyes averted, he manages trough clenched teeth to ask one last time. "Are you sure?"
"Yes!" She coos, this time nearly begging.
The scent of her, the feel of her wet on his manhood, the burning beast within. He wanted so desperately to give in to her...
Swiftly, the the sudden flash of movement and intensity of an expert, he reached out, snatching her hand from under her and rolling her onto her back in a single motion. Suddenly over her, looking down, his emerald eyes burning, he smiled. "I love you." He breathed. "Remember that."
The faintest hint of fear may have alighted in her eyes than, but he was unsure. Rocking his hips back, he pressed the sensitive cap of his penis to her already dripping blossom, and drove himself into her!
Gasping, moaning aloud, she kept her knees bent, her legs held up and wide over her as her lover penetrated. Her breasts bounced as the force of his entry arched her back, before again draping to either side of her. Her hands spread to either side, gripping the blankets as if to hold herself in place.
Drawing out, he watched her, hunger, a hint of domination, and absolute love in his eyes, he thrust again. Returning to her depths, he drove himself steadily and forcefully into her, each time bucking into her accompanied by the wet sound of his entry and the thumping slap of his balls against her. He could smell her, the heat within her, despite the impossibility of it, and he wanted it. He could feel her, the velvet walls of her sex gripping and stroking him. He watched her, the bounce and sway of her heavy breasts. He loved her, especially here, where she lost some of her inhuman countenance with her eyes closed gasping for her next passionate breath, she looked almost human. He wanted her, to take her completely, and she had asked him for it...
He could feel her first orgasm building, the already tight walls of her tunnel clenching and fluttering as she arched her back and thrust against him. So he waited, holding off.
Again, again, and again, he entered her, pounding himself into her with all the passionate zeal of a lover lost in dreams, until he felt her clench. Her eyes flashed wide open, and she let out a brief keening sound as she rode the wave of sensation over the first peak.
Before she could relax, he let go.
Tossing his head back, he let out a moan, that grew to a yell, and than to a howl. His face grew, sharpening to a muzzle as his ears laied back, extending to wolfish form. His hair ran through with black, as midnight fur cascaded down from his upraised muzzle. His muscles bulged, rippling as his body grew and transformed. The black fur covered him in the span of a few heartbeats, but the change did not end there.
Nearly lost in the white ecstasy of orgasm, she hardly noticed the begining of the change. He began to grow, though, taking on a more wolven form. His hands became paws, wide and amazingly strong, tipped with sharp, tearing claws. His body was larger, both taller and broader, even his bones bending and shaping themselves to fit his new shape. His feet growing into paws, his back arching as a main of fur flowed over it. And within her! Within her she could feel him changing!
His penis, already tight within her, grew and changed as well. The rounded cap grew tapered, elongating, as the center of his shaft bulged. Deeper he grew into her, untill the tip threatned to press against her innnermost barier. Greater still, the change at the base. His balls, in furred sack, pressed hard against her, as within a knot grew. Larger even than her fist, it bulged within her, locking him within her, filling her beond imagin!
One large paw moved to her side, just above her hip, holding her against him. The other paw, he reached out, raking down along one breast, dragging claws over her nipple. He was lost, she knew suddenly. Her lover was hardly aware of her now. The wolf was in control, and to him, she was nothing more than a mate.
Thrusting again, with a renewed furver as the beast within was allowed to take over, he lifted her hips right off the bed, forcing her back into an almost painfull arch. Feeling as though she might be broken from within, and unable to withstand the tidal wave of both pain and pleasure, she let loose an unbridaled scream! Her fingers tore at the bedclothes, nails like claws ripping through sheet and matress alike, she screamed as her body gave in to orgasm again and again and again! Each one more intense than the last, they washed over her with the mind numbing pout of storm surf.
She, unable to stall the tide of pleasure, and he unwilling to stay it, found herself in danger of being washed away. Her blue eyes, strained almost white, dialeted, than tightened, twisting to silver parodies of cats eyes. Her own fangs, now beyond her controll, slid free as her own beast was loosed. Her change ended there, but her hunger only began. Her body, alight with the imolating fire that boiled from her belly, the union with her lover, now this creature mating her with ferel intensity broght forth her own baser instincts. Gripping his head and arm with hands like steel vices, he draged him down to her! Still locked within her, he howled as his cock began to throb with the growing beat of his own orgasm. Her nails diging into his skin broght forth crimson almost invisible agains the black of his fur, but the scent of blood drove her nearly mad.
Screaming still, her own howling was muffled by the fur of his neck as she sank her fangs into him, gorging herself in the rich sanguin sacrifice. She gulped the life of her lover, even as he exploded within her!
Tearing away, he arched his back, his whole body aflame, it seemed, as he let loose his seed within her. A fine spray of blood made an arch on the wall beside them, dashed from his bloodied neck as he ripped himself from her. The masive knot locking every last drop in, he pumped more and more of the hot thick cum, howling every pained releace of the unbound desire given form. She screamed, the feeling of him inside of her already more than she could stand, his orgasm broke the last of her resistance. She flailed, tearing more from the mattress, trying to catch some purchase as her body was lifted and fucked by the beast. She screamed, louder, higher as she was swept away by the storm surge of ecstasy, until it was no longer a scream. Her mouth wide, eyes little more than silver pin pricks, her gleaming fangs lined with blood, she arched her back. As his orgasm began to subside within her, she touched the bed with her hands, and the back of her head only, the rest of her arched nearly double on the lynchpin of his huge shaft within her. Her mind a complete blank, seared clean by orgasm.
As his orgasm faded, so to did his transformation.
Falling away from him, sprawled on the ruined bed, drops of red scatter on her breasts, matching for a moment the livid splash of her nipples before dripping down her supple curves. Still gasping in afterglow, she draws her nails over the sensitive mounds, licking the last of her unintended feast from her lips. It takes her some time to return, and he holds himself within her, even as his return releases the damn of his knot within her. Shivering as his own hot seed splashes onto him, he withdrew from her. Leaning over her, the marks on his neck already fading to pinpricks, he leaned in, kissing her. The copper taste of his own blood still fresh, he held the kiss as she reaches around him, pulling him close. Embracing her, the break the kiss togeather.
Lovers.
At least for one more night.
Fin.
As always, any comments and or questions are most appreciated. Especially in this case.
Thanks
Yiffably Yours,
Fox