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Finding Him

The forests of Mississippi are dark and deep and frightening, with the moon high overhead and the birds and bugs nearly silent, plagued by the fear that comes with the deathly quiet of night. The moon was not yet full, but I crept along, knowing that Liberty must be close.

How did I know? It was a hunch, intuition, instinct—call it what you will, I felt it. I felt it in my bones, deep within my soul, within my quickening blood… I felt all of it. I felt that he was near, and I was not going to stop until I found him.

I was not going to stop until I found my Liberty, until I found the wolf who had made me what I was.

Especially because I felt his seed growing inside me, felt his child deep in my womb. I hadn’t started to show yet but part of the transformation that Liberty had caused, that he had brought about, it allowed me to feel more intimately with every day the complexities of my body. I felt unusual. I felt… Powerful.

A rustle in a bush nearby me drew my attention and I froze. He was here. He was watching me.

I could all but smell him, my senses heightened by adrenaline and the supernatural power flowing through me. I wanted him. I wanted him to seize me and to take me.

“You shouldn’t have come,” a voice said, quiet and yet impossible to miss in the forest’s stillness.

“I…” I began to whisper.

“No, we can’t, Tashandra,” Liberty replied.

“I want you. I need you.”

“I know. I want you too.”

“You don’t know what I am now.”

“We shouldn’t.”

“You bit me, Liberty. You bit me, and I’m changing now…”

And then he was there, as if materializing out of thin air, as if the trees and bushes themselves had simply twisted themselves into his form.

“Tashandra, I’m so, so, so sorry…” he whispered, his face contorting in shame and sorrow. “I didn’t want to hurt you. I should never have made love to you…”

He was shirtless, clad only in a torn pair of jeans. His chest, powerful and so well built, looking like a marble statue built by one of the old, great masters, stood tall and prominent, dusted with his wolf’s hair while his abs seemed somehow more defined—he must not have been eating well, but I couldn’t feel bad for him when he looked like… like that.

“I don’t care, Liberty,” I replied. “This is my life now. This is what I want.”

I slid off my shirt, revealing my naked torso. I hadn’t bothered to wear a bra or anything else to shield me from the cold, dark night. All I wanted was to be as close as possible to Liberty—skin to skin.

“No. No… No…” he whispered, taking his head in his hand. I went to him, feeling the crunch of leaves and grass on my bare feet, wrapping my arms around his waist.

“Liberty, this is happening. There’s no time for regrets. Only time for this.”

I took his hand and placed it on my belly. Liberty’s eyes widened.

“That’s…”

“Our son,” I whispered, drawing him into a kiss. He kissed me hard, fiercely, holding me tight as his hands tightened around my waist, pulling me close.

“He’s yours,” I whispered again as Liberty kissed down my neck, hungrily, nibbling and biting at my flesh without abandon. I whimpered, leaning my neck to the side, offering more of my soft, dark flesh to him to slurp and suckle at. I gasped in delight as he kissed me harder and harder, taking his lips in my own and running my hands down to his ass, feeling the firm flesh, the musculature tight and tensed under his jeans.

“God,” Liberty whispered back. “I’ve dreamt of this moment for so long… I want you.”

“I want you too,” I replied, digging my hands into the back of his jeans. I found his firm ass, pulling him tight into my embrace, feeling the bulge growing in his pants and pressing into my own crotch, pressing into my jeans.

My breasts pressed against his chest and I gasped, feeling the coarse hair of his pectorals pressed against my nipples, teasing my sensitive nubs. I threw back my head in the beginnings of the ecstatic, bestial pleasure that I knew awaited me.

“Please, Liberty… Make love to me again…”

“That’s what I want… I want you…” I whispered, whimpering and offering him my breasts, arching my back and pulling his head down to my nipples, his mouth catching my nubs, suckling me like a babe, biting at my soft, sensitive dark, dusky flesh.

“Ah… Oh, god…” I gasped, my hips jerking involuntarily. I was already soaked, I knew it. I found myself rubbing against Liberty desperately, grinding up on him like a teenaged girl at a high school party, just discovering the pleasure that lurked in the man in my hands.

No. Not a man. But not a wolf either.

A werewolf.

I wanted him.

I dug my fingers into the flesh of his bottom, gasping as his mouth engulfed my sensitive nubs over and over again, showering my flesh with delight, with passion—with the kind of sinful wolfish desire that I had only dreamt about.

Sorry, Keith—but this is what I am now.

I grunted in surprise as I felt Liberty’s hands grasp my ass, giving it a strong, powerful squeeze. Before I knew what was happening, Liberty was stripping me naked. I gasped in delight as the cold forest air blew over my hot skin, scintillating and gentle, giving rise to goose bumps of anticipation all over my burning flesh.

“Liberty…” I groaned as he held my ass cheeks tight, squeezing hard as we kissed, squeezing hard as I felt my wetness press against the coarse, denim covered bulge in his pants.

I dropped to my knees, unable to go any longer without tasting him. I needed him in my mouth. I needed my wolf.

Well, I didn’t exactly drop to my knees—I started to, but then I was distracted by Liberty’s body, by his sculpted muscles and the scent of the forest, vaguely reminiscent of pine needles and grass, that clung to him.

“Oh, god, yes…” I groaned, suckling my way down his body, catching one of his nipples in my mouth and sucking hard, biting him unexpectedly (even for me!) and running my hands over the bulge.

“God, I’ve wanted your mouth…” Liberty began to whisper huskily.

“…for so long,” I finished up, just as huskily, my voice just as soaked with passion and desire as his.

I kissed my way down his chest and then, down, further, further down, to his pants. I began to under them, nibbling at his abs, nibbling at the sensitive flesh right above his crotch, tasting his heat…

Tasting his desire.

I got his belt undone and then his pants. He dropped them and in a single fluid motion, I grasped his cock, grasped his wolfhood, taking the long, thick rod of hot flesh into my hand and stroking it, eliciting those hot, deliciously needy groans of desire from his lips that always drove me wild.

“Is this what you wanted?” I asked teasingly, gripping the flesh of his shaft, jacking it up and down slowly.

“Oh, fuck, yes…” he groaned, tensing all the muscles in his body, thrusting his hips forward as if trying to drive his cock into me already. “Yes…”

I ran my fingers along the thick, bulging vein of his cock, up to the tip, teasing the very apex of his hot flesh, thick and pulsating with desire. I knew he wanted it inside of me, but I was going to make him wait.

I began to tongue him, starting at the base of his cock, at the knot, a reminder of his wolfish nature, and began licking up, up his shaft, up to the tip, loving ever moment of it: the way he tasted, the feeling of his blood, hot and ready just below his skin, the way he groaned and grunted.

He threaded his fingers through my hair, gripping me tight and eliciting a hot gasp from my lips. I loved when he became… Possessive. Dominating. I whimpered as he pulled my hair, and as he pulled me onto his cock, pulling my mouth onto his shaft and growling the entire time.

I closed my eyes in bliss as I took his cock as deep as I could, all but choking on it but nonetheless keeping my composure as I began to suck him deep, bobbing my head, swirling my tongue around his thickness, around the pulsing, hot shaft that skewered my throat.

God, but I felt so naughty. I didn’t care one bit though. I bobbed my head faster and faster and in time, he thrust himself into my mouth, essentially fucking my face. I felt so dominated, so powerless as he took me, and I loved it.

“Oh, fuck, Tashandra, this is amazing…” he growled, one of his hands pulling me hard by the hair, so hard that tears came to my eyes—tears of both pleasure and pain. The tiny little pin points of pleasure-pain made me feel even more alive, made feeling every sensation all the more palpable, all the more real.

His growls and groans became louder and more desperate as I sucked him. I felt his cock twitching, felt him getting close. I was sucking off my man, my wolf man, in the woods and I couldn’t wait to feel his cum fill my mouth, to taste his essence once more. As his thrusts with his hips became more and more frantic, I could tell he was getting ready to cum.

I wanted this so bad—to taste him all over again. I savored each and every inch of his huge wolf’s cock, and savored the anticipation of knowing that it would go inside me soon, that he would sow his seed once more in my womb—but first…

“Oh, god damn, Tashandra!” Liberty howled, throwing his head back. I felt his muscles tense, squeezing and spasming as his cock exploded in my mouth, stream after stream of his hot seed flowing into my throat. I closed my eyes in delight, savoring the hot, sticky cum that spurted into my mouth, sticking to the back of my throat and, then, when his pumps and explosions of seed finally ceased, I began to swirl my tongue about his cock, tasting the cum that stuck to his flesh, all but peeling it off his dick as I cleaned him off.

With a grunt, he finally let me go, releasing me. I gasped for air, panting as if I had just been running a marathon.

“Liberty, you taste just as good as I remember…” I whispered hungrily.

Without a word, he pulled me to my feet. I couldn’t help but grin, wondering what was coming next.

And then I learned.

Squatting slightly, he seized me by my butt and hoisted me into the air. I yelped in surprise as I ascended and found myself straddling his face, though he remained standing, supporting my butt with both hands while my legs were thrown over his shoulders.

“Oh, god, Liberty!” I squealed, feeling his hot breath and the stubble on his face pressing and rubbing against my most sensitive spots. He began to work his tongue inside of me, not wasting any time with teasing me, which just happened to be what I wanted.

Now it was my turn to fuck his mouth—I dug my fingers into his hair, pulling tight on his scalp and scratching him hard as his tongue teased my clit, washing over it with its wet heat, torturing and delighting my swollen nub.

“Oh, god, baby! Liberty!” I squealed, shaking in amazement as he slathered my clit with love, as he flicked it up and down, left and right, and then in circles, occasionally letting his tongue dip deep into my warm, wet insides.

I began to grind against his face, gyrating my hips and pressing myself into him, finding myself getting closer and closer and closer. Each passing moment was agony and I found myself shuddering in delight, my muscles tense and ready to cum at any second.

Faster and faster he licked me as my body came closer and closer. His hungry slurps and grunts as he dug into my wetness only made me want him more, and only made the approach of my final orgasm all the more visible as I came closer and closer and closer to finally exploding…

And then, like a ton of bricks slamming me off a cliff and into rushing waves, my orgasm was upon me. I shrieked, almost howled, throwing my head back and arching my back, pressing my breasts out proudly as my body shook and shuddered, as my orgasm ripped through me.