Chapter 5

I stood in the clearing where we always started and listened to the birds as they welcomed the evening. Animals of all sorts were making their own noises, and then he appeared though a gap in the trees.

Neither of us said anything, but as we stood together we both started to undress, until two tidy piles of clothing sat on the rock beside us, and we stood totally naked.

I knelt on the grass in front of him, my mind on automatic, and quickly licked the tip of his suddenly stiffening cock, then stood and pulled him to me, kissing him soundly on the mouth.

He was about to return the favour as he usually did, his tongue between my thighs, but as we looked across the clearing we could both see the glow of the moon rising, full and yellow, and we knew there was no time.

As the moonlight glimmered across the grass, we could see better, and we contrasted clearly. His black hair and olive skin against my abundant freckles and red hair. My pale skin looked even more so in this light.

It is said that there is no gain without pain, and that was decidedly the case for both of us. The moonlight on our bodies, full and rich, set off the chain reaction, and we both fell to the grass, writhing in agony as our bodies forced themselves to do the impossible. Skin stretched and hair sprouted. Bones, forced beyond the point of defeat, snapped and reformed. Organs moved, resized and reconfigured themselves for the task at hand.

In a time that was doubtless short, but felt like forever, we were both standing again, still naked, but on four legs instead of two, our senses changed, minds not quite wolf, but decidedly no longer human.

Trent growled, and turned to face me, able now to complete the task he’d run out of time for earlier, and licked between my hind legs, confirming to him that I was ready and willing. His cock descended in response, and I turned and licked it again, just so he knew everything was alright.

I lowered my back in what might seem like submission, but was more of an invitation, and he circled me, teasing, until I nipped him quickly on the shoulder to make it plain that I wanted him to proceed.

Walking behind me he sniffed me closely again, then jumped to mount me from behind. His cock soon found exactly where it should be, and he slid deep inside me. We both retained enough humanity to have a little control over the action, but neither of us wanted to wait.

Communicating with growls and occasional nips, we fucked. Deep and fast, with little care for preliminaries or gentleness. This was no love-making. We rutted, just as we should, him thrusting against me as I stood my ground, his cock moving swiftly.

It didn’t take long before he came, howling as he released his seed inside me. I surprised myself by coming too. I generally didn’t, as a wolf. I howled with him, as we stood there, joined.

One advantage of not being natural wolves was that we were not locked together after fucking. Trent pushed himself back, and fell to the floor of the clearing before standing again to face me. I couldn’t resist and I licked his cock again. He whimpered a little, but didn’t resist.

In that moment we both suddenly stood still, sniffing the air around us and, looking at each other, we both took off in a run. Through the evening perfume of the evening, and the heavy musk of each other, we could clearly smell one more thing. Our dinner.