Hungry Like A Wolf

A "The Weekly Quickie Contest"  entry.
Word Limit: 869
Prompt: Domination...



HUNGRY LIKE A WOLF

by
A. J. Penn

Sara stepped in from the cold. Her paws padded the cool stone as she rose with a shake and left her wolf form behind her. Her eyes still glowed yellow as her body adjusted to her human form. Her thick auburn hair was long like a mane and her body was lean and sleek just as she was in her Timber Wolf form.

She walked softly through the house, her nude form full of feminine grace, curving in all the right places and soft where every woman should be. Her breasts were full and firm with pink aroused nipples.

She couldn’t let him catch her like this. Not as the wolf he so despises when it is the woman he had fallen in love with.

She had heard the hoof beats churning the snow as she, in all of her silver haired grace, bounded through the forest. Her yellow eyes full of fear. The man she called lover, the noble Eric VonWolfkiller, was the very man whom she had so willing given her heart, would just as easily tear it from her chest if he knew.

From the window of her bed chamber she watched him ride up and dismount.

She couldn’t help but wonder. Had she led him here? Will he know? Will he smell the wolf on her?

She wrapped a blanket around her nakedness as she heard him climbing the stairs towards her. He stopped in the doorway as he saw her. He looked around sharply.

“I saw the wolf heading this way—.”

“I haven’t seen any—.”

“Thank god!” He took her in his arms and she let the blanket fall down around her feet. Her breast pressed to his chest as he held her.

“I’ve missed you,” she said letting her hand slide up his side.

“And I you,” he said with a grin.

She pulled back and sat on the edge of the bed. Her one hand slid down between her legs, fingers slipping through her tightly curled hair and between her lips. She bit her lip and gave him a sly grin. “I mean,” she began, “I’ve REALLY missed you.”

His eyes were locked on her hand that was now massaging her most sensitive button. She was already wet.

He knew where the rope was stored and he quickly gathered it up. She offered him her hands. “I’m yours Master.”

He bound her hands and threw the ropes up and over the beam that ran through her room. With a tug, he pulled her to her feet and tied off the rope. She wasn’t going anywhere.

In hind sight she couldn’t help but wonder if she had just handed herself over to the man who would be her undoing. He was cunning and this, a trap of her own design was not below him.

His hands slid over her smooth skin as he bent to kiss her nipple tenderly.

“Master, am I too fragile for you?”

He smiled up at her. “No, I just want a sample before we have our fun.”

She swallowed hard. Did he know?

He walked around her slowly, examining every inch of her body. She really was a beautiful woman in every way, he mused, enjoying her delicate curves and her slender figure. She had the most titillating breast he had ever seen and he craved to just suckle them.

He ran his hand over her ass and gave it a hard firm slap. She bit her lip and moaned appreciatively.

He slipped from his own clothes, kicking them aside in a haphazard pile. He was hard, teasing her, he stoked it as she watched, licking her lips.

He wanted her but first she was his bitch—his little slave girl who needed a good beating. He was always surprised by how much she enjoyed his firm hand. She was unlike all the other Ladies of the Court, so prim and proper.

He took the riding crop from the bed and gave her a soft swat on her ass.

“Have I displeased you Master?”

“Greatly.”

The second swat stung and she moaned. Her ass was red as he beat her. If he’d been watching, he would have seen the whites of her eyes turn yellow with ecstacy. She fought a wolf call as her canine teeth grew.

He whipped her hard, savoring her savage cries.

His cock was rigid and now glistening with pre-cum. He wanted to stroking himself off here and now and explode all over her but he knew a sweeter award awaited him if he didn’t.

He spun her to him and grabbed his knife.

She gasped. Her eyes were still unchanged. They were the eyes of a hungry wolf as she looked down into his.

With a flash of steel he cut the ropes and she fell into his arms.

“Don’t look at me!” She yelled.

“I already know.” Tentatively she met his gaze. “I’ve known since the day we met.”

“But—?”

“What can I say, I’d fallen for you.”

He laid her back on the bed and kissed her deeply with a passion neither had expected. All pretense and fear had vanished and they became one in each others arms.

Exactly 869 words.

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