Chapter 10

It alternated between staring at me and the full moon. Apart from it moving head, it was still.

Too still.

When I’d come to the window it would stop staring at the moon and turn its attention toward me.

I knew I was supposed to heed Paul’s warning. I’d seen its fangs, and as much as I hated to admit it, they kind of resembled those of the hideous creatures Paul showed me.

But I wasn’t scared.

I felt protected. Like it was watching over me.

Like it wanted my company.

I kept leaving the window and coming back to check if it was still there. And we’d just look at each other.

It was now an hour and it was still there. Still staring at me. Two bright yellow glints in the shadows.

Then something strange happened.

I started getting turned on.

I felt a chill rush down my spine straight to my groin.

As if sensing this, I saw it step closer. And become more alert.

A sudden surge of pleasure filled my body, the more it stared at me.

It got closer.

I knew what was happening. I’d had this happen to me for almost a year. The start of my overwhelming libido. Except that this time, there was no migraine or dizziness or discomfort. Just pure undiluted pleasure.

Hot and heavier than was averagely normal for me, but not as bad as the nymphomania episodes I experienced.

I draw the blinds of the window and pinched my sensitive hard nipples, making me moan. I closed my eyes, and the image of the wolf came into my mind.

Nope.

I stopped.

I opened the blinds to see what the wolf was doing. It had stepped out into the security light, very close to the building, staring at my window as if it knew what I was doing and what was taking place.

I was unnerved.

I’m not creepy, I thought to myself.

I’m not turned on by an animal. I need to get out there and get fucked by a real human man.

Its tongue was sticking out of its mouth and it was panting heavily, as if it had run a marathon.

I had this sudden thought to strip and put on a show for it. But I knew there was a probability I would have been putting on a show for the whole neighborhood.

I pinched my hard sensitive nipples as I looked at it, making it step closer.

Hold on, was it turned on too? Was I turning it on with my stealthy show?

It turned abruptly, looking behind, sniffed the air and backed back into the forest.

Two minutes later, I saw a car pull into the four storey apartment complex driveway.

I closed my window.

Whew!

I needed to be fucked raw and hard until I got this out of my system.

I knew this was getting out of hard when I was turned on by an apex predator. I could swallow prescription to ease these urges, but I’d already taken more than enough today.

I stripped naked and stood in the mirror looking at myself admiringly.

I started lightly caressing my body. I could see my juices coating my thighs. I slid a finger lightly over my vertical folds and moaned in pleasure. My clit pulsed in agreement.

Then it came back to mind. I imagined its long thick muscular tongue lapping at my pussy like it was lapping at water.

I moaned.

Nope.

I snatched my hands away.

Go to local bar. Find a real human man. Get fucked until my legs can’t function.

I hopped into the showered, cleansed myself and imagined all these ugly twisted thoughts leaving my body.

I chose a silk flimsy, short black dress that showed too much cleavage. If—God forbid —I got into a fight at the local bar, it would take all of a second to rip it into two.

I curled my hair and puffed it out such that it was framing my face perfectly.

I painted my lips a cherry red, put on my Y-necklace that fell perfectly into my cleavage. And then paired the whole outfit with my leather high heeled sandals.

I had first considered not wearing underwear. But then I noticed that my pussy was slicking with anticipation.

I chose my sexiest red thong and hoped it was strong enough to do the job. I wasn’t going to even bother with a bra or padding. I could make out my hard nipples through the dress.

Hot, I thought.

I grabbed a jacket incase it got chilly and hoped I could find a sturdy man like that old biker to reset me.

As I left the building, I don’t know what came over me but I went to the forest edge to check if the wolf was still there.

My heart was pounding hard. I didn’t know if it was from pleasure, or fear from what i was doing.

I didn’t see it at first. So I stepped deeper into the the forest.

This is bad. This is so bad. What if it mauled me.

Deep down my intuition told me it wouldn’t but I don’t stop thinking ‘what if’. Either way, I continued searching.

Then it growled behind me. So close. Right next to my ass.

Was it sniffing me?

Was it trying to sniff my pussy.

Its eyes were closed in pleasure.

It then opened its eyes and came to its full height.

It was huge.

I got scared.

What was I doing. I was literal food to it and here I was offering myself on a silver platter.

I swallowed.

As if sensing my fear, it fell to the ground and lay at my feet in submission.

I squatted and slowly—keeping in mind what happened to Paul—brought my hand down to pet it between the ears.

It grunted as if it liked it.

“You like that?” I giggled.

It grunted some more, closing its eyes in contentment.

So it really did like me. I was right after all. It wanted a friend.

God it was so huge. I thought intrusively.

It would literally take it a minute to rip me apart right here right now, and no one would hear me scream.

A fresh wave of pleasure surged through my body at the thought of this, making my pussy wetter.

God, I was twisted.

In a swift motion that I didn’t see coming, it shoved its snout into my pussy that was just inches away from its face, forcing me to fall flat on my ass with my legs spread wide at the knee.

And just as fast it licked my drenched pussy through my underwear.

I moaned so loudly I thought the neighborhood was going to wake up.

“Fucking perv,” I yelled angrily.

But my legs were still open anticipating, trying to see if it would do it again.

It Licked me. “Ahhh….” I screamed.

This felt so freaking good, yet so wrong.

I should’ve stood up and enforced a boundary, but my back was arched, needing more of that gentle yet firm pressure against my pussy, from that thick muscular tongue. Just as I had imagined.

It stepped closer and started lapped at my dripping pussy, when it saw I wasn’t afraid.

I opened my legs wider.

And it devoured me like I was it’s water source, grunting and groaning. The vibrations spread through me, making me black out and giving me the best orgasm I had ever had.

As I came back to my senses, I saw that its face was now so close to mine, it’s eyes searching mine.

My legs were between its front and back paws.

We stared at each other.

“Is that cologne?” I thought out loud, burying my face in the fur at its neck.

It produced a low sound from its throat, either from pleasure or to say no, but its eyes looked guilty.

I wondered how it came to smell like cologne.

It’s tongue started lapping at my taut nipples.

“This isn’t right.” I said softly.

It closed its eyes for a moment, and then brought its massive forehead, as cautiously as possible, and put it against mine.

For a moment, we stayed like that. Me in my flimsy little black dress, enjoying the warmth emitting from its skin and breathe, and it just grateful for the company, I guessed.

Our breathes had somehow ended up synced.

It gently brought its snout against my skin, and started grazing it lightly, starting from my face to my neck to my bare shoulder.

It gently brushed my shoulder strap away.

I could feel my body start to heat up again but that incredibly human gesture snapped me out of it.

“Stop” I said weakly. It opened its eyes as if it understood.

I started removing myself from it.

It let me.

I gave it one last pat on its huge head.

“This isn’t right.”

I then bent down and gave it a kiss on its forehead.

It whined, disappointed, but I still walked away without looking back and went to my car.

My greedy pussy, however, was still yearning.