The Wolf Wants Curves (2 page)

I felt his fur falling from his skin. His entire frame became blurry, as if I were trying to focus on two things at once. A white, pulsing light surrounded him, and I felt his bones and muscles shuddering and relocating beneath his skin.

Suddenly the wolf was gone, and Mark lay on the ground beside me, his naked body gleaming in the firelight. He was hot as I cradled his head in my lap. He turned his head to look at me, and a small smile played on his lips. His golden eyes glowed, mesmerizing.

“I told you not to come up here,” he said playfully. Tears stung in my eyes.

“I'm sorry,” I said. “Let me help you.” His arm was torn, and bleeding badly. He nodded, and I lay his head down gently, before running to my tent for the first aid kit.

“I'll be fine,” he said. “I've had much worse.”

I cleaned his wound, then applied a bandage. He sat up and stretched casually, as if nothing had happened. His lower abdomen was exposed to the firelight now, and I tried not to gasp as I saw his cock swing between his legs, long and thick. It was larger than I could have imagined possible. I struggled to bring my eyes back to his face, my face flushing. He seemed perfectly comfortable being naked – something that I, with my plus-sized figure, could barely even comprehend.

“Who were those other wolves?” I asked “Were they ... people, like you?”

“Yeah,” he said. “I called them family, once.”

“What happened?”

“We had a falling out,” he said, stroking the scar on his neck. “I didn't agree with the things they were doing to people.”

“What would they have done to me?” I asked.

“They would have torn you to shreds,” he said.

I shuddered.

“They're angry at the world,” he continued, “for being outcast. I do all I can to protect people who enter the park. People like you.” He raised his good arm and placed it protectively around my shoulder, looking into my eyes. The fire's flames danced in his golden irises. His hand was hot on my shoulder, and sent a sensual swirl of desire down my spine, deep into my core. That irresistible magnetism began to grow inside me again.

Mark pulled me close, and our bodies melded perfectly together. He leaned down to kiss me softly. His lips were burning; they sent warmth from my lips through my whole body. Between his legs, I saw his huge cock begin to swell and rise, and I reached down to grasp it. I couldn't even wrap my hand around its girth. It hardened as I began to pump it. Mark's eyes seemed to burn brighter, and an animalistic hunger came over his face. His kisses became harder; his tongue slipped inside my mouth, and suddenly his hands were all over my body, clutching at my breasts, grabbing my ass to pull me closer. I pumped his cock harder, and he groaned in response. It was fully erect now, thick and rock hard.

My heart started to pound as Mark pulled off my coat and began to unbutton my shirt. Exposing my abdomen always made me uncomfortable. Mark must have sensed my discomfort, because he paused and studied my face seriously for a moment.

“You're beautiful,” he said. His face was earnest, his cheeks flushed. My fear began to dissipate, replace with lust as he finished unbuttoning my shirt, and unclipped my bra. My large breasts bounced free, and my nipples hardened in the cool air. Mark kissed my neck, and my entire body tingled with need.

Mark's head continued to descend; he took one of my nipples into his mouth as his hands ran down my body. His fingers found the top of my jeans and undid the button, and I felt myself getting wet, my pussy heating in anticipation as his hand brushed my shaved pubic mound. I felt the immense strength in his hands as he hooked his fingers into my panties, and pulled them down with my jeans. The muscles of his shoulders bulged, and his eyes glowed with hunger.

He was positioned over me now; he lay me down in the grass and parted my legs. His six-pack flexed as he lowered himself between my trembling thighs. He placed a hand underneath my head for support, as his big cock neared my wet pussy.

He leaned down to kiss me, and as his hot lips met mine, I felt the huge, round head of his cock push at my slick folds. I felt his abdomen harden as he thrust forward; I gasped as he slid himself inside me, stretching my pussy and filling my aching void. Pleasure rippled up from my cunt, wave after wave of it, as he began to thrust, deep and rhythmic.

I moaned into Mark's ear and arched my back, and his cock somehow penetrated even deeper. I wrapped my legs around his torso, my thighs quaking. He was hitting my g-spot with each thrust, evoking blissful sensations with every movement.

Mark began to fuck me faster, and my hands clutched at the grass as waves of pleasure flooded through me. My eyes were wide, staring up at the sky, and the giant, glowing moon filled my vision. Mark continued to speed his thrusts; I cried out in shock as his pace rose to superhuman heights. His pelvis rubbed at my clitoris, and his cock slammed in and out of me faster than I imagined possible. A raw deluge of electricity rose inside me, and knew that I was going to cum. My breath quickened, and hot splashes of pleasure, each more intense than the last, pulsed inside my cunt. My fingernails dug into Mark's broad muscular back. The orgasm crashed through me, wave after wave, until I was screaming with each thrust, my pussy squeezing Mark's thick shaft.

And still he continued, pounding me relentlessly; stars burst behind my eyes and sweat beaded over my whole body; it was almost too much...

Mark clutched at my hair, pulled my head back, and then his mouth was hot on my neck. I was still spasming beneath him, squirming with the overwhelming sensations of his vigorous thrusts. Suddenly some new plane was reached, and another orgasm began to swirl inside me, rising with the unstoppable momentum of a flash-flood.

Mark groaned as his cock spasmed inside me; hot rushes of cum burst in my pussy. His climax elicited my own, and together we came, moaning as explosions rocked our body. I was drowning, gasping for breath.

Mark ground to a halt, sinking deep one final time, before collapsing down and holding me against him. Our sweat-slick bodies melted together as we lay there, luxuriating in a sleepy, satisfied silence.

I don't know how long we lay for. Half asleep, I noticed that the fire had died down. At some stage, Mark picked me up from the grass and carried me into my tent, where he lay me down in bed. A thought suddenly occurred to me in my semi-conscious state.

“I never got to take my photo of the moon,” I murmured softly, as Mark placed the blanket over me. But it was too late. I was already sinking into a deep and dreamless sleep.

I woke with the sunrise. I wondered, as I lay there naked and alone, whether the previous night's crazy happenings had been a dream. But when I got up, after pulling a blanket around my shoulders, I found Mark sitting cross-legged outside the tent. He was still naked. The sunrise cast a glorious red light over his muscular, tanned body.

“Good morning,” he said. He turned and smiled at me.

“Hey,” I said. “What are you doing out here? Aren't you cold?”

He shook his head.

“I was keeping watch,” he said. “I don't feel the cold the way normal people do.” He raised the arm that I had bandaged last night, which, amazingly, exhibited only a thin, pink scar. “I heal at a different rate too.”

I sat down on his lap and he held me close. We watched the sun together, as it ascended from the mountains and illuminated the foggy, mystical valleys. I felt as if I was in a different world than the one I had woken up in yesterday. A  world full of mystery, in which werewolves roamed. In which this beautiful man held me. Protected me.

If I hadn't been able to feel his body, hot against mine, and smell his earthy, masculine scent, then I wouldn't have believed it was real. As the sun rose into the sky and the haze of dawn transformed to day, the reality of it all sank in.

And I was glad.

After I threw my clothes back on, Mark helped me pack up camp. We began to descend the mountain together, he wearing my blanket. He carried my pack for me, and held my hand in his hot, firm grip. His golden eyes were ever watchful, peering into the foliage beside the path. Even knowing that those other dangerous wolves were out there, I felt safer than I ever had  before. I absorbed the scenery as we traveled down the mountain, breathing in the fresh pine scent, and stealing glances at Mark's sinuous limbs.

The hike down the mountain was over all too soon. The way was much more swift going downhill, and with Mark's strong hand to guide me. We were soon back at Mark's property, where the national park ended, standing near his cottage. Where we had met the previous day. I had the surreal sense again that I was in a new and different world.

And I felt as if I were a new and different person. Emboldened by this thought, I looked up into Mark's face.

“Are you still going to show me around the town?” I asked. A blush crept over my cheeks.

He grinned at me, flashing his perfect white teeth.

“Definitely,” he said. “But first, I'd like to show you something else.” He led me into his little wooden cottage, leaving my pack at the front door. He let the blanket slip from his body as we entered his small, comfortable house. When I saw the glistening, bulging muscles of his abdomen, I couldn't help but reach out and run my fingernails down them. They were rock solid beneath my touch. As my hand trailed lower, Mark's cock began to swell and thicken, until it was standing straight up. Mark watched me, hunger burning again in his eyes.

I thought of the pleasure he had given me last night. I had to give him some in return. I grasped his thick shaft while dropping to my knees. His cock looked even larger in front of my face. Would I even be able to fit it in my mouth?

I began to pump his cock, feeling it harden further in my grip, and he groaned and thrust forward in response. The large, bulbous head was glistening with pre-cum. I licked it slowly, running my tongue around it, savoring his taste. And then I opened my mouth as I wide as I could and took his dick inside.

I could barely fit any more than the head inside my mouth, but Mark groaned again, and gripped at my hair with his hand, and I knew I was pleasing him. As I sucked at the end of his cock, I continued to pump his shaft with my hand. I loved the feeling of having him inside me – one way or another.

I slipped my free hand beneath the top of my jeans, slid it inside my panties. I was already wet. I rubbed at my clitoris as I sucked earnestly, bringing him to ever higher planes of lust. I could feel his body growing warmer, feel his grip tightening on my hair as I sucked him off.

A hot, desperate lust was building inside me too; each movement of his hard dick sliding over my tongue made me wetter. I had to have him fuck me again.

As if reading my mind, Mark bent down and grasped me underneath the arms, and lifted me to my feet. His teeth seemed sharper now, his eyes more wild. He grabbed the front of my shirt and tore it open, sending buttons cascading wildly through the air. I squealed, semi-afraid, but mostly just turned on. I unhooked my bra and Mark dropped to his knees, before tearing down my panties and jeans together.

And then his mouth was on my pussy, his hot, wet tongue lapping deliciously at my slick folds, flicking quickly at my clitoris. My knees went weak and I clutched at Mark's hair to stabilize myself, my head back, moaning into the air. Waves of pleasure pulsed out from my pussy, rushed up my spine.

Mark pulled his face away, his mouth slick with my juices, and stood up, his big erect cock swinging in the air. He clutched at my waist, his grip vice-like, and lifted me into the air. I gasped at his inhuman strength – he lifted me with the ease of a ballet dancer. Drunk with desire, I wrapped my legs around his waist, and pulled myself closer to him.

We both moaned simultaneously as he entered me. Electric bursts of pleasure exploded in my cunt with each of his hard, deep thrusts. His body was slick and solid against mine; he gripped my ass with his strong hands, and I wrapped my arms around his neck as he began to pound me.

An animalistic lust gripped Mark as he fucked me. I squirmed with delight as his big cock slipped quickly in and out of my wet snatch, filling me over and over.

The orgasm began as a tickle at the edge of my awareness, and quickly spread in waves over my entire body. My thighs began to tremble, and I lost control of the muscles of my pelvis – I tried to thrust back into Mark, but could only spasm and shake. I felt my cunt tightening on Mark's huge cock, as the orgasmic tingles became hot, feverish flushes that flooded through my cheeks, down my spine...

“I'm going to cum,” I told Mark tremulously. The approach felt immense, like the thunderous, rolling roar of a tidal wave. I heard strangled moans bursting from my lips. Mark began to fuck me even faster, his pelvis slapping vigorously against mine.

My eyes rolled back in my head as the orgasm crashed through me. My limbs seized up, my arms tight around Mark's neck, my legs squeezing his waist. My pussy was pulsing, sending electric bolts through every fiber of my being. Stars burst in my vision, and for a moment I felt as if my consciousness left my body, expanding and spreading through the atmosphere.

Mark began to cum as well, his cock pumping hot seed into my pussy, squirt after squirt of hot cum, until it filled me and ran in rivulets from my wet, contracting hole.

Mark slowed his thrusts gradually, grinding in and out of me with an immense power, his abdomen hardening against mine in the final throes of his orgasm.

We were both left gasping for air, our hearts hammering against one another through our chests. Mark held me tight against him, his bulging muscles encasing my sweaty waist. Still inside me, Mark turned and carried me through the house to his bedroom, where he slipped his cock out of me in one final blissful burst, and lay me on his bed. He lay beside me, and I rested my head on his arm, drunk with satisfaction. I traced my hand over his six-pack.

Lying there with my breath slowing, I began to go over the strange and wonderful experiences of the previous night. It seemed so surreal, the werewolves on the mountain ...

And then I recalled the reason that I had gone there in the first place, and I gasped.