Shifters, Beasts, and Monsters (3 page)

Aylen
pulled away from the girl’s beautiful mouth and kissed her breasts, licking
each nipple until they hardened. Further down her body she found four more
nipples, faint and small, mere dark patches on her tight, toned stomach. Aylen
kissed each one in turn and the girl shuddered with pleasure. When she reached
her pussy she kissed delicately at her clit, and the small, pink mound became
more moist and swollen by the second. Aylen took it gently into her mouth,
sucking on her clitoral hood to spare the girl pain.

The wolf
girl groaned with pleasure, and Aylen heard her pant heavily. All six of her
nipples were erect, and she thrust her pussy forward into Aylen’s face, urging
her to fuck her. With the sounds of rough group sex echoing from the clearing,
Aylen gently dipped her tongue past the girl’s tender lips, enjoying this
private, silent moment of pleasure. The girl tasted sharp and pungent, but
Aylen felt herself become aroused at her strong, animal scent. The girl stared
at her with bright, yellow eyes, and Aylen panted back at her, thrusting her
tongue hungrily into the young woman until she howled her orgasm. The girl’s
tight stomach flexed and she arched her back, pushing herself even further onto
Aylen’s face.

When she
finally stopped coming Aylen climbed beneath her, sitting against a tree with
the girl’s head in her lap. Her mind was finally becoming clear, and she began
to wonder what would happen when the mating was over. In this form, under the
moonlight, the wolves were interested in her only for her pussy. She was their
plaything, a toy to be enjoyed. In that, Aylen was happy to be theirs.

When the
moon fell, though, and the pack returned to their canine form, what would
become of her then? What would happen when they became hungry? What’s more,
what would become of Emily the moment she stepped out from the protection of
the powerful alpha male? She would not, surely, be allowed to live.

The girl
looked at Aylen with devotion. Whatever happened tomorrow, she suspected, she
had found a friend in the wolf.

Slowly,
without making a sound, Aylen crept back to the clearing to retrieve her torn
clothing. When she returned the wolf girl was waiting for her, looking up
expectantly and panting lightly, her breath crystallizing on the night air.
Aylen stroked her hair gently, took her by the hand and walked towards the deep
woods.

She must
make plans for Emily’s rescue...

CHAPTER 2

SATING THE WOLVES

Aylen

The high
hide rocked wildly in the wind, its thin aluminum frame creaking and groaning
with each sharp gust, and beyond the thin skin of the hide the snow battered
the mountainside. Aylen and the runt huddled in the corner, shrouded in a foil
survival blanket she had found in an emergency supply box. Aylen shivered in
the cold and pulled herself closer to the runt. The girl nuzzled against Aylen’s
neck, sleeping soundly.

What
were they?
Just a couple of hours ago Aylen had been watching
the pack through her binoculars, just as she’d done each and every day for the
last two years. They
were
wolves, she was sure of it. Hell, just this
last spring she’d watched the birth of the runt she had in her arms. She’d
watched her mother whimper as five pups had slid out onto the floor of the cave
they used as their den. She’d watched through wall-mounted cameras as the litter
had emerged, blind, deaf and helpless, and their mother had torn their amniotic
sacs and guided them gently to her teats for their first meal.

That had
been nine months ago. Now she hid in the ice cold high hide as a pack of...
things
prowled the mountain side in search of her. The pup she’d seen take her first
weak steps less than a year earlier was huddled beside her, and she was a fully
grown
woman
. There was no doubt about it. If she’d met her in the bar at
the foot of the mountain she’d have guessed her age at somewhere in her early
twenties. This was a woman with a firm, matured body, a pert, luscious ass and
large, firm breasts. She probably wouldn’t have guessed that she spent most of
her time padding through the snow on paws.

Aylen
stared at the girl, trying to get her head around the idea that she was a...
she didn’t even want to think the word.
Werewolf.
It was ridiculous.
Werewolves weren’t real. They were storybook monsters, along with mummies,
zombies and sparkling vampires. They belonged in books and movies, in imaginary
worlds. They weren’t supposed to be snuggled up next to her, covered in streaks
of dirt and snoring gently. They weren’t supposed to exist in a world of
mortgages and McDonalds. It was just crazy.

But this
girl was
real
. Aylen could feel the heat of her skin against her own,
and smell the sweat glistening on her skin. She’d seen her emerge into the
clearing with the rest of the pack, transforming as she walked.  She’d watched
as her hind legs had snapped forward at the joints. She’d seen her muzzle
retract into her face and a golden mane grow on her head as her thick, coarse
coat fell from her skin and floated away on the breeze. Moments later, when the
mating began, she’d watched in shock as the poor young thing had been attacked
by a brutish, violent male. She’d seen him pounce on top of her and hold her
down as he forced himself into her. It was all she could do to rescue her,
escape from the pack and flee into the woods.

The girl
stirred. Her soft golden hair fell away from her face and she opened her yellow
eyes slowly. That was the only feature that had remained constant when the
wolves changed. Apart from the eyes they could pass for human, but there was no
mistaking the predators that stared calmly out from those piercing yellow eyes.

Aylen
tensed. She’d felt a truce had been declared in the clearing. A silent deal had
been struck. She’d rescued the runt from her brothers and carried her to
safety, and for that she’d earned a reprieve, at least for a moment. Now, though,
after the wolf had slept, Aylen had no idea how she would act. She didn’t know
if the wakening wolf was friend or foe. She reached down and gripped her heavy
flashlight, as if that would be any help if the wolf pounced.

‘Tha...
thank you,’ whispered the wolf, clumsily stumbling over the words.

Aylen was
shocked. ‘You can talk?’

‘I can...
say. Learn from mother.’

The words
came out slowly, weakly. The thought occurred to Aylen that the girl’s voice
sounded like that of a human trying to bark. The throat and vocal cords aren’t
designed for it, and the sound comes out like a dim echo of the real thing. The
girl’s words were a timorous whisper.

‘My name is
Aylen. What’s your name?’

‘No name.
No words. We...’ The girl raised her nose as if to sniff the air.

‘You
identify each other by scent?’

The girl
shook her head, confused.

‘I mean,’
Aylen rephrased the question, ‘you can smell your mother, your brothers?’

‘Yes. No
name. I know pack. I smell... brothers.’ She almost snarled as she spat the
words.

Aylen
nodded. She feared she wouldn’t get any real answers from the girl. She spoke
like a child, stumbling over basic words and frowning with concentration as she
spoke. In her eyes, though, was a flash of something. This was a girl who had
stayed alive as the runt of the litter, manipulating the emotions of her pack
to survive when she should have died, starving in the snow before the end of
her first winter. Her speech may be limited, but there was a sharp intelligence
behind those beautiful, intense yellow eyes.

‘I need you
to help me understand. I need to know who you are.
What
you are. Do you
understand what I’m asking?’

The girl
nodded. ‘You scared, I know. I smell you. No scared of me. I won’t hurt.’ At
this, the wolf girl smiled and wrapped her arm tight around Aylen. ‘You save
me. You kiss me, make me feel nice here.’ The girl slid her fingers between her
legs and smiled. ‘We friends.’

Aylen
smiled warmly. ‘Good. I’d like to be your friend. Can you tell me more about
your pack? I’d like to understand why you’re different from other wolves.’

The girl
frowned and shook her head. ‘Not now. Not... not think well. Too close to wolf.
Too soon.’ She shifted her legs and flinched with pain.

‘Are you
okay?’ Aylen pulled back the foil survival blanket, and pitied the creature
even more. The male had shown her no mercy as he mated with her. Her shoulders
were livid with purple bruises where he’d pinned her to the ground, and her
thighs were covered in deep scratches where he’d thrust into her. He’d pounced
before he’d become fully human, and his coarse fur must have felt like needles
digging into her skin.

Aylen
turned to the emergency supply box, searching for something to treat the girl’s
wounds, but the box was worse than useless. Apart from the survival blanket the
box contained just a couple of energy bars, a gallon of water and a basic
Lifesystems mountain first aid kit that lacked even the usual antiseptic wipes.

Beside her
the wolf girl winced again, and Aylen noticed she’d clamped her hand firmly
between her legs. Aylen gently pulled it away and saw that the girl was red
raw. Her thighs had been scratched, but where the brutish male had entered her
his sharp fur had really done some damage. A few thick,dark hairs were still
stuck like needles in her skin, and the run from the clearing to the high hide
had done nothing to soothe her.

At the
bottom of the supply box Aylen found a pair of tweezers and a tube of burn gel.
Not perfect, but it’ll have to do
, she thought. She pulled off her thick
parka, folded it into a pillow and eased the girl down onto it. ‘Lie still,
little one,’ she said. ‘I have to get these out of you.’

The girl
whimpered quietly as Aylen lay between her legs and began to pluck out the
hairs with the tweezers. With each tug she flinched, choking back tears, and
Aylen lay a hand on her stomach, soothing her with gentle strokes of her belly.
The girl relaxed, and by the time she’d tugged out the final barbed hair she
was quiet.

The tube of
burn gel was almost frozen. Aylen told herself that if she survived the night
she’d track down the idiot who thought it was a good idea to mount the supply
box on the underside of the high hide, exposed to the elements. The cap wouldn’t
turn. Aylen had to pierce the tube with the sharp tip of the tweezers and the
tube burst, sending a stream of ice cold gel gushing onto the wolf girl’s
stomach. She flinched as the gel hit her, and Aylen had to pin her to the
ground to stop her bolting. The young woman panted in shock, her eyes darting
around the room, instinctively looking for a way out.

‘It’s okay,
little one, it’s okay. Hold still, please. This will make you feel better.’ She
reached up to stroke the girl’s hair, calming her. She met her eyes and held
her gaze as she scooped the cold gel from her stomach and onto her thighs. The
girl flinched again, but it only took a few moments for the gel to warm as
Aylen massaged it into her legs.

Almost
immediately the Lidocaine in the gel began to take effect. The wolf girl’s
whimpers died down further, and the pained expression left her face. Aylen
could see the relief wash over her and she felt her large, tight muscles relax
under her hands.

Aylen took
another scoop from the gel on the girl’s stomach and slid it down between her
legs. The lips of her pussy looked sore and scratched, and the girl sighed as
she felt the cooling gel drip onto her. Aylen, still gripping the girl’s
stomach, felt her heart rate quicken through the palm of her hand. As she
massaged the gel gently around the wolf girl’s puffy labia she saw her skin
darken as blood rushed to her lips. The girl’s breaths became shallow, almost
purring, and she gently gripped Aylen’s arm.

Under her
stroking fingers Aylen felt the heat of the wolf girl’s pussy. The soothing gel
she rubbed into her lips quickly evaporated in the cold air, but she could feel
the girl’s own juices lubricating her as she stroked. Along her slim, lithe
body Aylen saw the girl’s six nipples harden. The nubs on each breast stiffened
and puckered the pink skin surrounding them, while the fainter nipples the ran
along her torso flushed red, lifting into small mounds.

The girl
began to pant as Aylen moved her fingers up to her clit. With two fingers she
tenderly spread the fold of skin covering it, and as she slid her free hand
down between her leg she felt the soft, pink mound stiffen and grow with her
touch.

The air in
the high hide was suddenly warm and close, and Aylen felt heat radiating from
the wolf’s body. She shrugged off the blanket and lay down between the girl’s
legs, resting her head on her stomach as she massaged her clit. She smiled as
the girl’s short, ragged breaths shook her, and she used the sounds of her
gasps as a guide to lead her fingers to the girl’s most sensitive areas.

Aylen’s
tongue found the girl’s lowest nipple, a tiny pink pebble nestled beside her
navel, and she felt the girl arch her back beneath her as she took it into her
mouth. She gently sucked at the tight little nub, feeling herself become more
aroused by the moment as her tongue flicked over it. The girl moaned with
pleasure, trying to slide her pussy down onto Aylen’s fingers, and she felt a
hand on the back of her head pushing her down towards the hot, wet cunt.

Heat
bloomed from the wolf girl’s pussy. Aylen was shocked at the way it had swollen
beneath her fingers, much more than with any other girl she’d been with. The
girl’s labia were bright pink and glistening. Aylen dipped her tongue between
the lips with relish. She tasted incredible: musky and sweet at the same time.
Aylen was surprised at her own arousal, and wondered for a moment if she was
being influenced by her canine pheromones. Despite the horror of the last few
hours she couldn’t think about anything but pleasing the girl.

Aylen heard
a low growl and she lapped at the pussy, and she looked up to see the wolf girl’s
body shift. Her arousal seemed to have caused her to lose control, and as she
bucked and writhed under Aylen’s tongue she seemed to struggle to remain in
human form. Her fingers became claws, and Aylen backed away as one of them tore
into the wall of the hide, tearing a deep gouge into the aluminum wall.

‘Pleeease,
don’t stoooop,’ the girl growled. In her open mouth Aylen could see fangs
growing and shrinking as she battled to control her body. Her claws gripped the
back of Aylen’s head, pulling her back towards the girl’s pussy, but where
Aylen expected to feel pain she felt only the soft pads of her paws once more
becoming fingers.

Aylen
pulled away from the hands, quickly pivoting on strong legs to twist over the
wolf girl. She swung her leg over the girl’s head and sat on her face before
burying her tongue back between her legs.  Aylen thrust her hips forward,
begging for the lapping tongue of the wolf girl, and when she felt it she
almost came right away. The rough, hot tongue ran the length of her pussy,
lapping at her in long, strong strokes. The girl wasn’t skilled by any means,
but her large, flat tongue felt incredible. What she lacked in experience she
more than made up in enthusiasm, and Aylen soon found her own juices running
down her legs. With every hot, panting breath against her slick clit she
shuddered with pleasure.

The girl’s
moans of ecstasy echoed in the aluminum room, the sound amplified and
punctuated by low growls as Aylen’s tongue teased the hard, wet mound of her
clitoris. Aylen reached around her ass, cupped the girl’s firm, tensed
buttocks, dug her fingernails into the flesh and pulled the girl further into
her mouth. She panted hot, gasping breaths into the girl, and a sheen of sweat
formed on her forehead as hot blood rushed through her body. Underneath her she
felt the girl’s tongue lap at her stomach, along her pussy and back to her
navel, and with a final long, wet stroke she felt herself cum into the girl’s
waiting mouth. She buried her face deep into her pussy to muffle her groans,
and she felt the girl’s mouth hungrily suck at her juices, lapping up
everything she had to offer. It was pure bliss.