Pass the Salt ~A story of gained love~
As the moon set and the sun rises our fur will disappear and we will once again behold the form that was made in his image. Until then, though, the night is crisp with the scent of flowers coming to life after their winter death , reborn like a vampire. Our forms huddled around the ancient one as she sings to the moon, asking for her blessing on tonight's mating. Samantha finally gave into Regal's courting and now that the full moon hung in the sky they were to be mated. This ritual of my pack's took place in front of all to see. Samantha and Regal stood in human form, their bodies literally fighting the strong urge to change, and with the whole pack being in their wolf form it wasn't helping. Just a little longer, Sammi, and you will finally have your mate.
Regal had courted my best friend for a full year, as was tradition, before declaring his willing to mate with her by bringing her a fresh kill. Sammi had been in love with Regal for as long as we had been friends, if not longer, but a female of my pack was not allowed to be courted until they reached maturity. Regal waited and waited as did my best friend, until finally at sixteen her time came. I remember how happy she was and how my heart broke. I had been madly in love with her since I was thirteen but I never worked up the courage to tell her so, and now I was watching her being mated to the man of her dreams. I was happy for her, truly. I, on the other hand, had planned to stab myself in the heart with a silver dagger on the bridge that stood over the east river. I knew I could not bare to see her with him after this night.
The ancient one called for the good blessings. Sammi's parents brought forth a bundle of baby's breath, Regal's set before him a freshly killed rabbit. Everyone brought forth some sort of symbolic object of fertility, happiness, and good tidings. When it came to my turn I set before Sammi an old, tin lunch box covered in dirt and rust. Her green eyes looked at me in confusion until I turned it over to reveal our names carved into the metal and the date of October 31st, 2004. I had been thirteen and she had been eleven when this time capsule was buried, and inside was my favorite book and a couple of cards from my favorite anime show. Sammi had drawn a picture of us together under the moon and a photo of us two. This among other nick-knacks was to remind her of myself when I was gone.
I went back into my place in the circle and finally the ancient closed the prayer and we all howled our blessings to the happy couple before leaving in a chorus of wolven song. I, though, could not leave completely so I ducked behind some dense brush and watched the consummation of the mating.
Regal's already large human form morphed into that of a large, black wolf. He was beautiful, every inch of him was power. Then my beloved turned her face to the moon letting the change take hold. My breath caught as her auburn fur took over her curves and she was forced to all fours. She was a woman that could rival the moon goddess, with freckles that made her look innocent but red hair that cast her into a vixen. Regal gave her a lick, whimpering slightly. She answered with a nervous but short bark and I remembered that she was still a virgin. I wanted to fool myself into believing that I was the only one who could love her, but Regal loved her just as much as I did.
The large, black wolf was visibly turned on, even while in human form Regal had had a tough time keeping down his erection, but now he let himself go and his full length fell from its sheath. The pink member was already drenched in pre-cum and Sammi's sex was slick for him. Years of sexual tension was finally melting away as he mounted her, taking the nape of her neck into his maw. He entered her, making her whimper from how large he was. You could tell how his back corded up that he was keeping himself gentle with her. Then he slid in deeper and a small 'pop' could be heard before Sammi yelped out. Regal pulled himself back, revealing a little blood on his manhood but he dove in again, this time, though, Sammi's yelp was in pleasure, not pain.
I squirmed, turned on and wishing I was the one that was mounted on top of her. I removed myself then, my member slinking out to show my shame. Thankfully I found a private place away from prying eyes and tried my best to work away my frustration, but it just wasn't helping. So I resolved myself to head to the bridge and seek out the knife I had hidden before. It was a bit rusted, but it was good for its deed.
Awkwardly I grasped the hilt in my paws, raising to my hind legs and positioning it high above my chest. I let the dagger fly to its new home but before it could find the door a burly ball of fur crashing into me, sending the dagger flying into the water below. I howled out in frustration and turned, growling, at who ever had denied my peaceful salvation. Before me, though, was Sammi's twin brother whimpering, pleading with me.
"Let me die!" I said to him.
"No..." he growled.
I sighed, hanging my head, "How did you find me?"
He chuckled slightly, his tongue lolling out the side of his maw, a smirk on his face, "Being a white wolf you kinda' stick out like a sore thumb where ever you go."
Right, the oddity that had made me the laughing stock of the pack ever since I was a cub. He must have seen the hurt in my eyes for he nudged me, staring at me with those green eyes that was only a shade lighter than the one's possessed by the woman I loved. "I think your white fur makes you better...You're rare and the ancient one is handing over her responsibilities to you when she passes, you carry the line of the moon priests and priestesses. Your grandma couldn't be more proud."
"The ancient one is only giving it to me because none of my other siblings were white and only a white wolf can ask the moon's blessings." I retorted.
"So? Means you have a gift none of us have and if you die who will ask the moon to bless our cubs, our mating, and our food? You're special...And I guess that is what I love about you, Salt."
I stared at him then, my heart thrumming. His love was flattering, but I had never known he was like me. I thought I was the only one who took pleasure in the same sex in our pack. For years I had seen Samuel chase after she-wolf after she-wolf. Then the odd looks he would give me that I could never peg, the random brush ups, and his joking made everything make sense. Then, without warning, his red head ducked under me and I felt his large tongue wrap around my still visible member. I moaned, the warmth almost too much the bare after so many empty releases.
"I want to please you...I want you to love me and if that means I do whatever under the moon I can do I will." He murred, licking up a bead of pre-cum.
Like a monster let out of a cage I took him then, driving my member hard into him as I growled into his ear. He whimpered in pain but his body moved with mine, encouraging me to go further. His member showed itself and I grasped it as best I could, ducking my head down to lick the very head of it. I thrusted over and over again and he took me despite the blood and the pain.
My release was quick and I howled as my seed spilled, at first, in him, but my jerking thrusts caused me to slide out of him making my large load coated his side and back. Afterwards he licked me clean, but I was not done with him.
It was late afternoon that I awoke with Samuel in my bed. His body was all marked up from our nightly and mourning escapades. Cum, blood, and various sweet dressings caked his skin but still he was here. With a sigh of content I laid my head down once again, the urge to end my life no longer there.