Oh… Be Still My Beating Heart…
I apologize for this as it is far darker than I normally write, but I decided to try some writing experiments. Warning, Not a good read if you are feeling Down.. OK.. Love to you all.. Marcwolf
- * * Oh... Be Still My Beating Heart... I remember when I first saw him. He was tall, black, and so handsome. My mouth went dry as he strode across the quadrangle in long masculine steps. My dream was shattered by a bitchy voice I knew so well "Oh Look.. Fag Boy's getting a Hard-On. Too bad he's WAY out of your league" I turned to look at a light grey wolf. My nemesis. Sharna, grinning there with a few of her girl friends. "Yea Fag boy.. just forget it.. Hunks like that are OURS!!" snarled a vixen at the back of the group.. And with a disdained shove they walked past. I later found his name was Steve. Oh... Be Still My Beating Heart... I remember being in the showers late, as I normally avoid them because of the punches and insults that the others throw at me. Sighed I let the water drench down me when I heard a voice behind me. It was Steve. "Hey.. its Fag Boy " he growled softly and slowly padded over, backing me into a corner. "Oh.. err.. Hi Steve. Look please.. I don't want any trouble" He grinned "Oh.. I don't want trouble either.." and pressed against me, rubbing his already hardening cock against mine.. Then he gripped me and turned me around, wrapping his wonderfully strong arms around my chest and pressed his maleness under my tail.. I tensed, feeling the long hard lupine maleness slip in.. So long.. so tight, so DEEP!!! He paused at the bottom of the stroke and then withdrew a little, and pressed in again.. His claws frantic on my nipples, squeezing, tweaking, whilst his hips pounded faster and faster. I reached up my hands and gripped the shower fitting, groaning in pleasure at this mating.. He was the stud I had dreamed of for SO long. Would he.. Will He.. Yesssss.... I sighed as the thickening mass of his knot pressed into me and the frantic movements became shorter and jagged. Suddenly he bit my shoulder Hard and issued a muffles Howl into my fur.. But there was nothing muffled about the deep pulsing throbbing of his climax, not the warmth that filled me. We paused, both panting then he stopped and listened! "Shit.. I thinks someone is coming in.." he growled, and so gripping my hips he pulled back, causing me to cry softly as the massive maleness was pulled past my ring. He left through the other door leaving me standing there under the shower. His seed and my blood mingling into the swirling water, and down the drain. Oh... Be Still My Beating Heart... He mated with me so often after that. In the stalls at school, and after shower time. He was becoming more and more daring and adventurous. Even seeking me outside of school. I loved his powerful maleness and scent. The strength of his arms. By his agreement I would never approach him, but I dreamt of feeling him inside of me all of the time. Oh... Be Still My Beating Heart... It had been almost a year since we met. Exams came and went. Steve was not such of a scholar so I helped him with a lot of his assignments. In return he helped me with a lot of pure, raw, masculine SEX... I Loved him. During exams I had sat in front of him and helped him by passing back the answers. It was risky, daring. But not as daring as when he took me later in a small alcove next to the Principles office. He was only one wall away from me and I had to gag myself from screaming in pleasure as Steve locked and climaxed inside of me. Oh... Be Still My Beating Heart... The exams were posted. And we had passed. Myself better than Steve, but we had passed. And that was the main thing. We celebrated. Steve this time climaxing twice, and staying inside of me for the night. I was in Heaven. I found out that we had both been accepted into the same University, and to my disappointment I found out that Sharna was also attending. But still. Universities are large places and the chances of us meeting would be small. Let her say anything with my strong Lover next to me! Oh... Be Still My Beating Heart... I was helping out at my Dad's printing place over the break. Sometimes I would work there very late at night and Steve would join me. Taking me frantically on my Dad's desk, locking his fangs to my shoulder with his mating bite as he shuddered and climaxed. If my Dad had turned up... we would have been dead meat but the thrill of the possibility.. made it all the more exciting. Steve's old car had also broken down, and he desperately needed a new one.. He pleaded with me to help him as my family was richer than his. I was in a bind.. I had no real savings of my own even though Dad's business was profitable. If I had the funds I'd gladly give them to him. I Loved Him SO MUCH.. A few nights later he mated with me again, This time in the accountants office and whilst within me again pleaded for my help. Mutely I nodded, and opened the hidden safe under the floor. "Shit.." he murmured.. "That's a lot of cash there" I nodded as he took a folded bundle of ten grand "Look.. there is a fortune there, he'll never miss this amount" I tried to protest but he kissed me deeply and slipped his hand down my shorts.. It was the first time that he had even touched me THERE and I felt all resistance crumble. Two days later the accountant was fired for embezzling. Although the money was never found it was rumored that he occasionally made small bets at the races. So of course.. it had to be him. He shot himself, all for ten grand the papers say. Oh... Be Still My Beating Heart... Gripping the seat of the black SUV, I looked though the window as we wound our way up through the forest. Our family had a cabin there and although they rarely used it now days I had the key. Steve had been kicked out by his parents about something so I let him stay there. At least it meant that I had my wolf to myself. Steve took me in the cabin. Our little hide-away he called it where he mated me passionately, desperately, and Powerfully. He could manage three or four matings a night, and would often grip my maleness , squeezing it as he came. Sometimes he would forget himself and use his claws in his passion as well. It hurt and I was often left with long scores on my cock and sheath.. But I loved him for that rampant maleness he extruded. I just wish he be more gentle sometimes. Oh... Be Still My Beating Heart... We spoke about our future together. We found that we would not be in the same dorm at the University so we decided to get an apartment just next to it. It would be expensive but we would be together. Steve still had five grand left over from the purchase of the vehicle so that gave us something to work with. He wanted it in his name because as he put it "There is no way you can get the apartment without your folks wondering where you got the money" It was a good plan, and he gave me that look where my heart melted and I wanted to kneel and be taken by him.. Which he did.. Passionately. Oh... Be Still My Beating Heart... It was the Big Day. My folks had given me a ticket for the plane. But Steve had decided that we would drive down together. Using some of the money left over in various hotels along the way. He had already booked the rooms and I looked forward to being taken by him in new and exciting surroundings. Heck.. tomorrow night we would be together in the Bridal Suite. I looked forward to cuddling with him there, telling him I loved him, and having him Take me again, Tie with me, and Pump his Virile Seed deep within me. It was getting dark as I drove up the twisty road, seeing the lights of the cabin shine warmly above me. But it was nothing compared to the warmth I felt knowing that I would be with him again tonight. I was going to ask him if he would Life Mate with me. So we would be together for the rest of our lives. I leapt from the car and ran up the stairs to the master bedroom where I could see the movement of him waiting there for me. Oh... Be Still My Beating Heart... I stopped, looking in through the open door to see my Wolf, in bed, on top of another. He was close to climax, I could see the tensing of his buttocks, the raise and curl of his tail, the last few pants and then the HOWL that I knew so well as he gave up his seed. There was no mating bite with this mating, only a flurry of passionate kisses until he dropped in exhaustion, panting from his release. The fur underneath him turned, and saw me standing there "Oh Look Stevey.. Its Little Fag Boy.." in a voice I knew so well. Steve lifted his head and looked at me, grinning with no embarrassment or shame. "Stevey..will you tell him or Shall I" she mrred, lifting her arm to show the Life Mating band on her arm, and a matching one on his. I stammered "Steve.. Whats happened.. I thought that we were..." He laughed, burying his muzzle into her fur and laughed.. She joined him, stretching in his tie and the looked at me again, smiling.. "Oh Fag Boy.. I want to thank you for the wonderful Honeymoon, and for that beautiful apartment. It's a shame that there is no room for Three!!!" Then Steve spoke "Oh.. Thanks for the money too.. It might be an idea Not to say anything about it Ok.. You would not want your Dad to know..." Oh... Be Still My Beating Heart... I turned, fleeing down the stairs to my car.. Hearing their laughter above.. How long had Steve and she been together.. How long have they planned this.. Starting the car it I meshed the gears and managed to get it moving.. driving down the hill I wanted to just get away.. To weep in my shame and sorrow. Oh... Be Still My Beating Heart... I knew I was taking the curves too fast, trying to steer and wiping the tears from my face so I could see more than a flickering blur. Oh... Be Still My Beating Heart... I saw a flash of white.. A guard rail, and with a bang I shot through it. The engine stopped and headlights darkening from the impact. I flew.. In the car.. Just the sound of silence and the wind whistling past it.. Oh so Silent, so Peaceful. Oh... Be Still My Beating Heart... The silence ended with a explosion of sound and fragments. My car turning, spinning. smashing against trees and rocks. I had not fastened my seatbelt and found myself tossing and colliding against the insides. Then with a massive crash it stopped.. I panted, feeling the sharpness in my sides as I shuddered to breath. I tried to move.. but I could not, no feeling in my tail or my legs, and a creeping coldness in my arms.. And I was trapped. No one knew I was here.. Or no one that cared about me. Oh... Be Still My Beating Heart... I wept.. Maybe some one would find me.. May be not.. Oh what I fool I have been.. I loved him.. I LOVED him, and I never realized that he did not love me. There was a wetness on my throat and I coughed weakly, feeling the coppery taste of blood. Oh Mum, Oh Dad.. I'm so sorry.. Oh... Be Still My Beat...