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Wolf
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From: [email protected] (Cory L. Kerens)
Subject: Story: Wolf
Date: Mon, 8 Jun 1992 00:09:05 GMT
This is Amethyst, with a new story (but not a Carla and Leah story).
The man in this story is based upon a real person, who is a dear
friend and adored lover. Some of you may recognize him, which is why
I must emphasize that the following is completely a work of fiction.
The real people that the fictional people are based on have not
performed the actions herein depicted, and nothing about the real
people should be inferred from the actions of the fictional ones.
Wolf
by Amethyst
"Tell me a fantasy," he said. He saw a shy look cross her face. She
always seemed to have trouble with this question, even though her
fantasies were no weirder than his.
"This one's a little strange," she began.
"Feh. Personally, _I_ only think about Ozzie and Harriet, Norman
Rockwell, and Alice in Wonderland."
"Beast! Don't tease me, or I won't tell you anything."
"I'll be good. Here, let me snuggle up and hold you while you tell
me." He did as he suggested, and she snuggled into his embrace.
She took a deep breath. "Okay, well, this one's about the Wolf. I
think I told you once that I had vampire fantasies."
He nodded encouragingly, although he was somewhat confused by the
sudden juxtaposition of the Wolf with vampires.
"That probably didn't mean what you thought it did. I mean, I love
vampire novels, and I love to bite and be bitten while making love,
but I don't actually have sexual fantasies about vampires -- that's
just a sort of facetious way of telling new lovers that I'd like them
to bite me. So, I'm sort of surprised at the turn things have taken."
She sighed and seemed at a loss as to how to continue.
He caressed her shoulder and spoke very gently. "Tell me the rest."
"Well, you know that we've been talking a lot about trust and a little
bit about submission."
He nodded.
"Um, and in the last couple of weeks, I've had this fantasy of giving
myself to the Wolf, of having you let the Wolf out and of having him
bite me for real."
"For real?"
"Yes." She was only whispering now. "I dream of having you rip my
throat open with your teeth and taste my blood, as if I were the Wolf's
prey." She looked down, embarassed.
"Honey." She looked up. "It's _okay_. I have weird fantasies, too.
I don't mind this one; I even sort of like it."
"You don't understand." She was still whispering.
"What don't I understand?"
"You know how there are the `it-gets-me-hot-to-think-about-it-but-
I'd-never-really-want-to-do-it' sorts of fantasies, and then there are
the kind you really want to do?"
"Of course."
She gulped. "This is one that I really want to do."
He was still for a moment, and she looked at him anxiously.
"Um, is everything okay?" she asked.
He hugged her tightly. "Everything's _fine_. I was just wandering
around internally, assessing my reaction."
"Oh. And?"
"Well, _I'm_ petrified, but the Wolf is practically slavering at the
very thought."
She grinned at the image. "That's okay, love -- I never thought that
you would want to do it."
"You don't get out of it that easily."
"Huh?"
"I didn't say I didn't want to do it; I just said I was petrified. I
was petrified at my first flogging, but I did it anyway."
"Oh." She gulped. "Uh, so when would you like to do this?"
"Right now."
He shifted something around internally, and the Wolf came forth.
Although his features were still the same, he was wearing them
differently, so he looked different. She had told him that this was
so, so he tried it once in front of a mirror. His face was sterner
somehow as the Wolf, more feral. The gentle kindly man she'd been
talking to was still present, but he was now secondary; the Wolf was
primary.
She was clearly aware that the change had taken place, because she
laid down on the bed, arched her head back, and presented her throat
to him. Her trust excited him, and he moved swiftly towards her.
"You're sure?" he growled.
Her voice was breathy but firm. "Quite sure."
He bent his head to her neck and bit her, gently at first, letting her
excitement build before he went further. She gasped at the first bite,
seemingly somewhat surprised that reality was catching up with her
fantasy.
He bit her harder, though still not breaking the skin, taking a series
of hard, sucking bites from earlobe to collarbone. Since she was
always an easy bruiser, the purple came up almost at once. She moaned
at every bite and arched her head even further back.
He continued biting her, a little harder each time, until she began
thrusting with her hips, fucking the air.
He sank his teeth into her neck, as hard as he could. Human teeth
were not built for a wolf's job, so once he had bitten down, he jerked
his head sharply to one side. The flesh of her throat ripped open and
began to bleed. She yelped but did not draw away.
He lapped delicately at the blood that ran from the wound. When the
area around it was clean, he fastened his mouth to her neck and
sucked. He drank briefly, then raised his head and bared his teeth at
her, so that she could see her blood in his mouth. She shivered. "Do
you like it?" she asked.
A wolfish smile was the only answer he could give her -- the words had
gone away.
He lowered his mouth to her throat again and sucked in another mouthful
of rich red blood. She moaned. He could see her artery, pulsing
scarcely an inch away from the gash in her neck. "I could have killed
her, had I so desired," he thought, and again her trust filled him
with emotion. In his other self, trust sometimes made him feel
humble, but the Wolf felt bold, excited, and lustful. He fastened his
mouth to the spot directly over her body's most important artery and
bit, very gently. She did not stir, but she did open her eyes and
look at him. "You can't frighten me like that."
A wild emotion seized him, and he pushed her head to the other side,
exposing the side of her neck that was as yet unmarked. "Do it!" she
whispered. Her encouragement was a rush, and he lowered his mouth to
her neck, chose a safe spot, and again ripped her open with his teeth.
It wasn't enough; he wanted more. He sank his teeth into the wound in
her neck, then jerked his head again, making the wound deeper and
wider. The sight of her beneath him, bleeding from two wounds that he
had made, yet still with her head thrown back, still offering him her
throat, affected him like a drug. He fastened his mouth to the wound,
sucking and biting, filling his mouth with her life's blood, filling
his heart with her heart's blood.
He became too excited to trust himself with her throat, so he moved on
to something where wild aggressive motions couldn't hurt her. He
thrust his cock into her. That she was as wet as he'd ever seen her
only inflamed him further. She hadn't been lying when she said she
wanted him to take her throat. This fresh evidence of her trust in
him and her desire for him made him even more excited, and he began
thrusting hard. She came after just a few moments, and this brought
him to the edge of orgasm himself. He sank his teeth into her neck
again, and still thrusting, came, screaming his pleasure into her
throat.
They rested in each other's arms briefly, then he got up and came back
to the bed with a bottle of alcohol. She winced when she saw it, and
he said, "Human bites infect easily."
"I was bitten by a Wolf."
"With human teeth, love, and human germs."
"And a human heart."
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Copyright 1992 by Cory L. Kerens
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