Chapter 1

I have looked over her since the first time I had cast my eyes upon her. There she was kneeling, like a fallen angel, mourning the loss of her wings, before an old tomb. She knelt there, hoping, maybe even praying, as she stroked the soft pedals of a rose that grew upon the stones before her. At the time, I believed that she couldn't see me in the shadows, always in the shadows. Then, with a silent smile, she reached out with her small, young hand and picked that single rose. She held it up to her tiny nose, took in a long, deep breath, inhaling it's strange aroma. One could not see in this fading twilight, it was unlike any other rose, for it was as blue as the depths of the sea. Before her fragile fingers wrapped around it, this rose, like it's sisters, had always stood strong, yet beautiful, upon the vines that wrapped this tomb like a silent guardian. A tomb I knew all to well. Its cold, hard, lifeless floor had been my resting place during the dreadful years that past as if they were the hours of a day. This place has been my home, my resting place and until that day. It had keep me from sight for so long. From that night on, I had watched her grow into the blossoming young women she was meant to become. I had played with her as a child. I have sang her to sleep with my whispers carried by the wind as she has grown. As the wind drifts through me, freeing my mind, drifting me back to an enchanted time, so many years ago.

It must have been early fall. The true names of the months had faded from my mind decades ago, for they no longer served me a purpose. The leaves of the tall, old oaks have become all the fires that painted the sky, when the sun fell. To me, it is a truly beautiful time of year. So I venture out, sniffing at the moldering grass, that hid under the leaves that litter the earth. Like a worn, thin sheet, making a bitter, yet sweet scent, that none could dream of duplicating. I make my way though the deep woods that I knew in my youth, all those many years ago. I see her, as the beams of light dance off her short, yellow sun-dress, in all the shades around her. As I am taking in the beauty that is her, she sets her eyes upon me once again.

"Come here. I have been looking for you. Where have you been?" she calls out in a playful, girlish voice, as she drops to her knees.

I slowly, cautiously started to trot her way.

"Come on boy," she called out, with a playful slap to her legs, that echoes. Her smile widening.

So I sped up, from a slow trot, into a full on gallop. As I reached her, I jumped onto her, knocking her down into the moldering grass, landing on top of her. I peered into her deep, green eyes. They shimmer with an ever so slight shade of yellow. While still holding her down, I take in the fullness of her youthful, light amber skin, that highlighted her slim lips. I watched the flames dance in her deep red curls, as the light swam through the leaves of the towering oaks. I pull my lips back, revealing my sharp fangs, that could easily tear this little girl to pieces, as I lean in close to her face. Yet, she showed me no fear, just pure trusting love, as I begin gently pulling leaves from her tangled hair.

With a giggle, she leans into my throat and plants a kiss, "Come on boy. You don't need to do all that. I'm fine."

I return her kiss with the only way I can in that moment. I begin licking her face. She starts trying to push me off of her, with little to no effort. Then opens her mouth to say something. As she does, I slide my long tongue deep into her mouth. Thus our tongues dance as lovers and yet, only for a heart beat. For half a second later, I let her overpower me. However, not enough to get me fully off of her. As our tongues sadly depart saying goodbye to one another, my face drifts from hers, descending to her long, suckable neck. I start nibbling and licking as I continue to trail down to the hem of her dress.

"Come on boy. I know you love me. But you are going to get my dress all wet," she giggles as she rubs my fur between my long, floppy ears.

I simply stop and look up into her eyes that could pass for jade. My tongue is still hanging from my jaw. I know I look puzzled.

"That's a good boy," she says. She kisses the spot that she was giving so much love and attention. She tries to get up.

So I playful pounce on her shoulders, keeping her down with me.

"OK, OK, I'll stay with you boy. But I can't get this dress all dirty. So will you let me up long enough to take it off?" She asked playfully.

So I lick her face one last time and slide off of her.

With a smile, she lifts her small, tight butt slightly off the ground, slides the dress up, exposing the developing thighs of a young woman. I watch while dripping cool drool upon her firm legs.

I start sniffing at her legs, inhale her sweet scent. Thus tickling her with my whiskers, sending goose bumps screaming through her young body.

"That tickles," she cries out, unable to hold herself up any longer. She flops back on the ground with her dress bound around her shapely hips. Her legs unconsciously falling open.

I begin nibbling and licking the salt from her skin, sliding my tongue toward her inner thighs. Alternating from side to side as I slide between her legs, slowly venturing farther north.

She half heartily attempts to resist me, trying to close her legs.

I look up at her from between them, letting out a low, playful growl. She giggles and relaxes, as she willingly drops her knees wide open again. In my minds eye, I smile. I reach the edge of her little, pink panties. They are already damp with anticipation, so I begin licking them, tasting her salty girlish juices.

She knows, deep down, that she shouldn't let me taste her girlish flavor again, that it is wrong for her to let it happen. So she tries to push my head away again, just to know in her own mind, that she is still a good girl, because she tried. But there was no true will power. No strength. With a moan, her arms fall to her sides, and she leans back, letting herself enjoy my touch again. Letting me enjoy her as I go to work at her panties.

After a few minutes, she stretches her long, lean fingers down between her legs, resting her tiny finger nails on her panties and begin to pull them to the side.

I softly push her hand away with my snout. Pull back my lips, and gently slide the fabric between my teeth with my tongue. As the panties slowly rip apart into bits and pieces, I swallow them.

With the hand I pushed away, she softly starts stroking the fur between my ears. As whisper escapes from her thin, young lips, "That's a good boy. Eat them off of me. All of it. I don't want see any of them left." She watches me with a smile upon her lips, as I swallow the last thread of her panties.

As the last of the fabric slides down my throat, I look up to see her smiling. I glance past her face, to see a man in the shadows. He has a bulge in this pants. She has no clue of his appearance. But I figured if he wasn't trying to chase me off, I should reciprocate. After all, he was human and I am not. However, I can look like one if I make the choice. So I pay him no heed and start eating her out. The tip of my long, wet tongue touches the little bead that rested at the top of her young southern lips. As good as she tastes, I found myself fighting off my instincts that were begging me to sink myself deep within her; filling her with my seed, knowing that her young virgin body would be more than willing for me. After all, this was not a first time I had tasted her. And yet, I wanted the pleasure of planting my seed deep within her virgin lips to be when I was in my dreaded human form. However, I found myself starting to crawl out from between her lags.