Chapter 1

I couldn't help but laugh as I watched Lon Chaney portraying a werewolf in the movie The Wolfman. It's funny seeing what they thought a werewolf looked like.

They certainly don't look like how they had him made up, I should know, I am a werewolf.

My name is Jerome Baskins but most people call me "Red" because of my dark reddish hair, I am about 250 years old, born in the Kentucky wilderness to John Baskins and Mary Longdon both werewolves themselves. No my parents weren't married, I will explain that a little later.

People have a misconception of what and who we are and how we act due to Hollywood's depiction of us. Oh there is the occasional rouge that does rip somebody's throat out or terrorize a region but the council won't put up with that and they are either hunted down and destroyed or taught to mend their ways.

The council is made up of 50 of the most respected members of our species one for each clan, there are about 10,000 of us in North America, yes that's right, that many, Europe and Russia have around 100, 000, we seemed to have originated there. but it is essential for our survival that we keep a very low profile.

That's why there is no tolerance of rogues who would bring unwanted attention to his or her brethren.

We all love the taste and smell of the fresh blood of a good kill, but it is just as good from a bull elk, or big whitetail deer as any human. Part of the thrill is in the hunt and I guess that's what causes some to crave the human blood.

Let me tell you some more about us. I would say that the movie 'The Howling' came as close as any to showing what we actually look like when we morph into our beastly selves. Myself when in my beast form stand about 7-1/2 feet on my hind legs, my sharp teeth are about 1-1/2 long with the fangs running to almost three inches, I am covered in long reddish hair and I weigh about 600 pounds none of it fat, all muscle. I have a sixteen inch cock when fully aroused, oh yes we are very horny creatures when in our beast form. Now in my man state I am 6' 2" weigh in at 210, all muscle and a respectable 8-inch cock. I am not the biggest of the clan by no means, some reach a height of almost 9' and I have heard the boasting of a 20 inch cock but I haven't seen it. I am more interested in the hot cunts of the feminine side of my species. I haven't reached my full size yet, I still have a couple of hundred years of growing to do so hey I could be one of those 20-inch cock guys yet.

When in our beast form we like to fuck as much as we like to hunt, heck in my man form I am about the same way so I don't know if we are really any hornier or not. Whenever we can we try to go in groups of four or more, males and females, there is a lot of mating going on intermingled among the group.

The hot smell of a female will drop the hard length of the male fully out, unlike a dog we don't have that big knot, don't know if that is a good or bad thing but that's the way it is. I like mounting a willing bitch and driving my hard cock deep with one thrust and pounding the shit out of her. It's so exciting to feel her hot wetness surrounding me while I clasp her hindquarters in my front legs and pull her to me while I fill her with hot sperm.

Now we can walk upright, we're not as fast that way but we can do it, and we can fuck in the missionary position if we want, that feels really good to have a hot bitch under you, hind legs spread wide while you fill her with your plunging cock, licking her muzzle, her ears and neck, it feels really good. But there is nothing better then the primal, no thought, ramming of a hard dick in a wet pussy and pounding the hell out of it till you both are howling and cumming. If it is a group, before the night is over every male has fucked every female usually more then once.

Like I said before, we love to hunt either alone or in a group. When we are alone that is occasionally when one of our kind lets his or her lust overtake them and if they come upon a member of the human species alone will take them in a sexual frenzy, you have heard stories of women who have been raped by a wolf like creature, well some of them are true. The council investigates all and if found to be true the perpetrator will be chastised, if the council deems them to be unrepentant they will be destroyed.

What you don't hear much of, and I guess this is a macho thing, is a female werewolf raping a man. It happens I tell you, if she catches a camper or hunter alone she will rip his clothes off, use her hot wet tongue on him till he is hard, and lay him on his back, impaling her self fully and riding him till she gets off, now most men aren't big enough to really satisfy her but just having that orgasm takes the edge off for a while.

Let me tell you more about our way of life. Werewolves live a natural life somewhere around a 1000 years, we can be killed, but not by that stupid silver bullet thing. Our bodies regenerate at an astounding rate, being shot may knock us back or down but the torn tissue is mended almost instantaneously. We can't grow a new arm of leg but one that is mangled will be fully whole in less than a minute. Naturally if our head is cut off we die, or if our body is so tore up the regeneration system is overloaded, A grenade probably wouldn't kill us but a large explosion would.

We live mostly on the outskirts of man, along the mountains and wilderness areas where we can hunt. None of us have to work, the council secretly owns many mines both gold, and silver all over the world, as well as many lucrative businesses.

All the money is put into a central pool and equally divided among the clans.

None of us live a decadent life of luxury but we do about any thing we want.

About two thirds of North America's werewolves live around the Canadian wilderness, there is far more places to roam and hunt there. I have always liked the Rocky Mountains myself around the Colorado area.

There are marriages among our kind although they aren't common, but love among us does exist and the council doesn't mind. The birth rate is controlled, too many of us would eventually bring the worlds attention to us and we don't want that. Many centuries ago we developed a herb mixture that keeps the female from conceiving. If our population drops below a certain level the council will let the clan that is the smallest have children, there are no numbers attached, just for that season all the clan females quit taking the herb and try to get pregnant, Oh yeah, there is a lot of fucking going on in that clan in both guises, man and beast.

All the pregnant females go to a central area deep in the Canadian wilderness to have their babies, they are raised there by a group of older males and females, teaching them our way of life, how to avoid being detected, why they can't satisfy their blood lust on just anything they want, all the rules that keep us a part of this world.

We aren't able to transform until we reach puberty, around twenty five for us and that first time is very traumatic, the initial change is very painful and that's why the council wanted teachers around to help the young ones through it. Once we learn to control it then it becomes second nature. I still laugh when I read or hear how a full moon will make a werewolf turn into the beast. We do it when we want, the moon has nothing to do with it.

I have explained all this to give you some background for my story I was running in the Rocky Mountains, there is an area of about 300 square miles of forest near my home, the area is too mountainous and rough to develop so it's a perfect area for us to hunt in. there are plenty of deer, elk, mountain lion, bear and cousin wolf. I usually go with at least two or three others, I especially like it when Riva goes, she is a light tan beautiful beast that has the tightest wettest pussy in the clan, and she is a beautiful blonde when she is in human form, that still has the tightest cunt in the clan.

But this time seemed like everybody was doing something else and I didn't want to wait so I ran by myself. I had been two days in the woods, about to the center of the area, it was a large valley inaccessible to the outside world, I had already enjoyed the hot blood of a bull elk and a huge tom cougar, he gave me some pretty good battle scars but they healed almost instantly.

My blood lust was much diminished now and I was thinking of heading home when I caught on the breeze several smells that shouldn't be in this area, the scent of human, I could tell it was female, but what would a woman be doing here, there are no trails and we had never seen man in this area. There was also the scent of bear, this could be a bad thing. I cautiously followed the scent trail through the trees till I came to a large clearing by a swiftly running stream. Staying just inside the tree line I carefully scanned the area with sight, smell and hearing far greater than a man.

I could smell burnt rubber and scorched metal as well as the scent of the woman, another smell that had been hidden under the burnt rubber was the sour sweet smell of a decaying body. I could see long gash marks in the grassy valley, looked like a plane had crashed, I ghosted around the edge of the clearing, the smell of bear and woman and death in my nostrils, I could hear the faint huffs and grunts of a bear feeding.

At the far end of the valley I saw a small single engine plane crumpled into the trees, both wings sheared off and the tail section broken and crumpled. The sounds of the bear feeding was loud in my ears now and as I came closer I could see two pants covered legs laying beyond the plane, jerking and moving, I knew they weren't doing that of their own accord. The bear was well aware that I was around but he wasn't going to give up his meal. From the smell I would say this happened sometime yesterday and the bear just happened upon it not to long ago.

I padded around the plane and saw I was correct, the brown bear was ripping chunks of meat off the ribs of the guy, whoever he was, he didn't concern me, lying near by was the form of a woman, she wasn't moving but I could tell she wasn't dead.

Bears are unpredictable you never knew what one would do, I needed to get him away from the woman. He was watching me through those little beady eyes as he continued to feed. Well there was only one way to do this and I was prepared from the time I first scented him. Tangling with a full-grown bear is a real challenge, there have been cases of one of us being killed by bears, but the challenge makes the blood of a werewolf race, my lips drew back showing my sharp teeth and fangs the challenge rumbling from my chest in a fierce growl. The Brown jumped over the body and stood between his meal and me, he thought I wanted to steal it. On his hind legs he was over eight feet and probably weighed more than me.

I was on all fours circling him as we sized each other up. I was quicker than he and darted in to try and hamstring him, I did gash his thigh but he was quick enough to avoid the hamstring, I took a hard blow to my neck, those long claws cutting furrows in my skin, by the time I had circled him again the wounds had disappeared. Now a werewolf has much more than the normal strength of a wolf, I knew I was stronger than the bear but part of the joy of the battle was to see if you could defeat your enemy without taking damage to yourself. We parried and struck at each other for a good fifteen minutes, I had him bleeding from his legs and side, he was pretty good I will give him that, he scored on me again twice, once down my shoulder with a wide swinging paw and got a grip with his teeth and took out a chunk of my side when I slipped on some of his blood and didn't get away quick enough.

If I hadn't been worried about the woman I would have enjoyed stringing out the fight but I figured it was time to end it. Darting in under a swinging paw I barreled into him knocking him over and before he could recover I was on him, teeth around his throat. I clamped my jaws shut hard and twisted my neck, ripping his throat out, the gush of hot blood in my mouth made my senses sing.

Leaving him to bleed out I padded over to the form of the woman, I carefully sniffed her all over, the woman smell of her making my cock start to harden. I could see she had a bad gash on her head but couldn't tell how else she was hurt, I wouldn't be able to in this form either so I morphed back to man.

Being over two hundred years old I knew quite a bit about medicine and human bodies so I carefully felt for any broken bones, couldn't find any, pressing gently on the abdomen area trying to feel if she had internal bleeding that would fill her abdominal cavity. As near as I could tell she only had a concussion.

I picked her up and took her around to the other side of the valley as far away from the crash site and dead bodies as I could. There was no way I could carry her out of here in my man form, she would have to be conscious for me to lead her out so I built a three-sided lean-to making it deep enough to keep any rain from blowing to the back, gathered a huge pile of pine boughs to make her a soft bed and laid her down on it. She never moved.

I knew she was alive, her breathing was regular, the rise and fall of what looked like very nice breasts catching my eye. I stopped to really look at her.

She had long black hair, looked like it would fall about halfway down her back, she was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life, and that's a long time, even the blood and bruises couldn't hide her beauty. She was dressed in a blue tank top and white shorts and tennis shoes. I could tell she had no bra on and her tits were firm and upstanding, she had a small waist and curvy hips running into tan shapely legs. My cock started to rise.

Down boy, I told myself she wouldn't even know you were there. I sighed and went to gather some herbs to make a broth. I found a piece of wood that was hollowed some I went down to the stream and got some water, very primitive but its all I had. I went back to the bear and turning beast again I ripped out some of the shoulder meat, when you don't have a knife you have to do what you can.

I got a fire started, the boy scouts would be proud of us werewolves, and cooked the meat shredding it with my teeth and adding it to the water and herbs I had mixed. It certainly wasn't chicken soup but she needed some nourishment to survive.

Raising her head to lie in my lap I held her mouth open and poured just a little in, massaging her throat till she swallowed, I had to do this about three times before she started swallowing on her own. That was a good sign I thought. After getting all the broth down I laid her back down and went to get some more water.

I cleaned the wound on her head, water and my hands was all I had but I got all the dried blood off, the gash wasn't to deep and about two inches long just above her ear.

I morphed into beast and licked her wound, my saliva would help it heal faster.

I know what you are thinking but we can't turn someone into one of us by just biting them, it is a much more involved process that takes about two weeks.

As night came on and the temperature dropped I went beast again and lay beside her to keep her warm. The smell of young female lying right beside me had my cock hanging out of my sheath but I resisted the urge to ravage her. I did have to go back to man and jack off till I shot a huge wad of cum right beside her head. Now I would like to jack off while in my beast form but no fingers sort of hinders that.

I was feeding her the next morning when I could smell where she soiled herself.

I figured I had better clean her up. I raised her up and drew her top off revealing two very nice breasts, more than a handful but not slopping big, they were capped by the cutest pink nipples, I couldn't help it I had to palm one of those beauties and roll a nipple in my fingers just a little. I lay her back down, took her tennis shoes off and started sliding her shorts down over her shapely hips and her full thighs and off those fine legs. They were wet and I knew I would have to wash them. She had on a pair of white lacy panties, stained now with her urine, they went the way of the shorts. She was nude before me, such a gorgeous body that beautiful face serene as she slept gave her a look of total innocence, but her body was the body of a model. Those long legs slightly parted.

Did I leave them that way on purpose?

Full firm thighs curving out into the shapeliest hips I have ever seen, the insides of the thighs coming together at a pure treasure. She had a large triangle of black hair(being a beast I like that a lot) leading down to tight held pussy lips.

Deep sigh, man I sure wish she was awake.

I moved her over a little and took out all the soiled branches and brought new ones in then carried her down to the stream and washed her all over, running my hands over that beautiful body caused me to have to jack off again, this time I shot my load over those magnificent breasts before washing her again.

I was feeding her for the second time today when she coughed and started choking while drinking the soup, if you can call it that.

I patted her on the back till it cleared up and saw that her eyes were open, they were the brightest blue I have ever seen. She had a very confused look in those blue eyes. She slowly looked around taking in the lean-to and the forest before coming to rest on my face.

I gave her a big smile. Didn't do any good, she looked like she was lost.

"How do you feel, are you hurting anywhere" I asked brightly. It looked like it took moment for the words to register. When they did I could see her mentally going over her body, checking for damage.

"Nooo I don't think so" she whispered in a soft voice that sent thrills through me, my cock started to thicken again. "Where am I, what happened" she asked.

Then it was like a light bulb went off. "John, where is John" she cried trying to get up, she was too weak and the sudden movement made her dizzy, she fell back in my arms. Now that was alright with me I loved the feel of her skin on mine.

"Where is my brother" she asked weakly. How do you tell somebody her brother was eaten by a bear.

"He didn't survive the crash, I'm sorry" I told her gently. She burst into tears and I held her as she cried herself back to sleep.

I washed her clothes and hung them on a limb to dry, fixed her some more soup and waited.

She woke about an hour later, turning her head looking around again, I was sitting just inside the lean-to my feet back against my buttocks and my head lying on my knees watching her. She saw me.

"Where are we" she asked.

"Still near the crash site deep in the Rocky Mountains' I told her.

"Who are you" she wanted to know?

"My name is Jerome Baskins" I told her. "I found the wreckage, your brother was already dead. You had a bad gash on your head and have been unconscious for about two days I guess."

She felt her head, she could feel were she had been hit but it seemed like the cut was almost healed.

"What's your name" I asked?

Her brow furrowed as she looked at me again "Sandy, I mean Sandra Tolliver" she replied, suddenly she realized I was naked, her eyes widening in fear, she looked down at herself seeing she was also. She started scrambling back into the corner of the lean-to looking for something to protect herself with.

I never moved, "Sandy I am not going to hurt you, you are nude because you peed yourself and I took your clothes and washed them" pointing to the tree where they were hanging. Her eyes darted out to see the clothes and then back to me.

"I am nude because I like to run around this way sometimes, I didn't expect to meet anybody way out here." I was hoping she might think I was just a naturalist.

"I want my clothes" she demanded.

"No problem, they should be dry by now" I told her calmly, I got up to go get them, my dick swinging as I moved. She glanced down and I saw a flicker of something in her eyes before she looked away. I got her clothes, I could feel her eyes on me the whole time. When I turned to walk back to her she looked away, but not before looking down to my swinging dick and balls again.

I stopped just outside the lean-to and tossed her clothes to her. She grabbed them and quickly slipped her panties and shorts on then her top. She was still pushed up against the back of the lean to.

I sighed and sat back down in the position I was when she woke. "Sandy here's what I know, I was exploring in this valley when I came upon the crash site, I found a man already dead and a woman unconscious. I couldn't do anything for the man but I built this lean-to and gathered enough food to make you some broth. I have taken care of you for two days, I mean you no harm" I concluded. And while that was true I sure did want to fuck that beautiful body. My cock was hardening at the thought of it and I dropped my elbow down hoping she wouldn't see it and scare her more.

"Do you have a vehicle or something we can get out of here with" she asked?

"No" I replied.

"Well how did you get in here" she wanted to know?

"I walked" I replied.

"Then we can walk out can't we" she questioned?

"No it isn't that easy, I probably could but you couldn't, for one thing you are still to weak." I told her.

"Didn't you bring any supplies with you" she looked around?

"No I live off the land" I calmly said.

She still didn't trust me but she was calming down a little I could smell the fear lessening and see her body relax a little.

"Can I see John's body" she asked?

I sighed again "I don't think you want to do that, he was pretty tore up in the crash, what happened anyway" I was hoping to get her mind off her brother's body.

She knew what I was doing but she let me do it. "John had just got his solo license and he was so excited, he wanted to take me up and show me the sights he said, I can remembering him saying I would see things I never had before." She gave a sad smile at the memory. "We flew out over the Rockies and it was beautiful but something happened to the engine, it just quit, John tried everything he knew but it wouldn't start, we were heading down fast when he saw a valley, I can remember coming in just over the trees and the plane bouncing on the ground. There were trees coming up fast and that's the last I remember till I saw you" she took a deep breath.

"Shouldn't somebody be looking for you before long" I questioned. "Parents, husband, boyfriend."

She shook her head, "our parents are dead and we only had each other, we just moved out here about two month ago, we have been living off the money our parents left us, John wanted to get his license so he could become a charter pilot." Since she didn't mention husband or boyfriend I assumed their wasn't' any and that thought pleased me more than it should.

"Okay what about the plane won't somebody be looking for that" I asked. She shook her head again. "John became friends with the instructor and he told him he could use his plane while he was gone on vacation, he won't be back for three weeks" she said.

"Humm, looks like its up to me to get you out of here." I gave her another big smile. She wasn't buying it, man this is beginning to be a blow to my ego.

"I still want to see my brothers body" she said and tried to get up, she made it but she wasn't steady on her feet.

"Look, here's what I think, we will stay her a couple of days till you get some strength back and then I will take you out of here" I explained.

She tried to walk out of the lean-to keeping as far away from me as possible, she wasn't frightened now just apprehensive. She didn't get far before she had to set down. "Do you have any food " she asked?

"No but I will round us up some, you stay here, I won't be long." I got up and walked into the woods, I could feel her eyes following me. Once out of sight I changed and quickly caught a couple of rabbits and couple of fat partridges, we don't usually hunt this type game, to easy. Now I had to figure a way to clean them without using my teeth, I don't think she would like that.

I came back into camp carrying the game, looking around I didn't see her anywhere. "Shit" I said. I dropped the game and headed for the crash site, you could just see it at the other end of the valley and I saw her heading for it.

She didn't appear to be walking to steady. I took off after her running at a pretty good clip but I didn't catch her before she got there. I heard a scream and found her laying about ten feet from her brother's body. I picked her up and carried her back to the lean-to.

But going back to the crash gave me an idea that I should have had before. Surely there would be something sharp there I could use to clean the game. I left her and went back going through the wreckage I found an emergency kit, it had some pretty good scissors with it. Luckily they were the kind that comes apart easily so I could use one side like a knife. I also ripped out a couple of cup holders to drink out of.

In deference to Sandy I used the knife to cut one of the clothe seats up and made me a crude but effective loin cloth.

When Sandy came to she sat up suddenly "OH John, nooo " she cried.

I was roasting the rabbits over a fire when I heard her, I went and knelt down beside her taking her shoulders in my arms, she lay her head against my chest and sobbed. I liked the feel of her in my arms. I smelt the sudden fear as she realized where she was, she pushed away from me. I let her go, her blue eyes were once again frightened. I didn't move as she looked down at my lap expecting to see my dick, she got a surprise when she saw the seat cover.

I felt her fear leave her as quickly as it came, She looked up into my eyes then back down to the seat cover, then back up to my eyes and I saw the most beautiful smile in the world light up my life as she giggled, "I think your loin cloth is out of style Tarzan."

I could see her as she came to grips with the reality of the situation and I could tell the tears were probably over. "Is there anything we can do with my brothers body" she asked?

"I'm sorry Sandra, I would bury him but there isn't anything to dig with and there aren't enough rocks around to cover him. I have tried to figure out something, the best I can do is put him in the plane" I said.

She looked at me with those big blue eyes "would you do that Jerome, I think I would feel better knowing he wasn't lying out there on the ground."

"Sure I would be glad to and call me Red, everybody else does, Jerome sounds so formal don't ya think" I grinned. I got one of those stunning smiles "Red does seem to suit you" she laughed and I saw her eyes flick quickly down to my groin again and back up. Like I said when a beast I am covered in reddish brown fur and when a man I am still pretty hairy around the groin area, all of it a dark reddish color. I could see her start to blush when she knew I had caught her look.

"I'll take care of John, you rest, eat some food, you need to get a little stronger so we can get out of here." I went back the plane and looking around in the crumpled fuselage I cleared a place to lay his body, picking him up easily I placed him in the plane, there was nothing else I could do for him. I went down to the stream and washed the stink of death off me before returning to Sandy.

She had eaten one of the rabbits and was roasting the partridges when I got back. "I saved yours" she said as she tossed her long black hair back over one shoulder to get it out of her face. That innocent gesture was very erotic and sent a tingle of lust straight to my balls.

"Why don't you go ahead, you need it more then I do" I said. "No we can share, I will eat one of these" she grinned.

We ate and then sat around and talked. She told me of her life and growing up and I gave her the made up version of my life. We stayed there another day before I felt she was well enough to travel. I found myself enthralled with this captivating woman, her smile lit up my day, her character was strong and good, and man that body was driving me wild. I have been with a lot of human women in my life but there was never any emotional attachment, actually that is discouraged by the council but not forbidden.

The journey back was going to be difficult and it took over a week since I had to stay in the man form. I would go out in the evening, change, catch us some dinner and then change back. Sandy was wore out. I would make us a small camp and fire. The first night she tried settling down on the opposite side of the fire from me but the nights get chilly in the mountains, even in the summer time. I was watching her the whole time, she was drawn up in a little ball and shivering.

"Sandy" I called softly, she looked over, I patted the soft pine boughs beside me, I smiled "I won't bite I promise".

She looked at me for a minute and then moved over nestling in close to my side, I put my arm around her. I could feel how tense her body was. She was cold and trembling but as we shared our warmth the trembling lessened, I was comfortable and I closed my eyes to try and get some sleep, I could feel her hair moving on my arm after a while as she looked up at my face. Evidently she figured she didn't have anything to fear cause I heard a small sigh and she snuggled down against me and drifted off.