A wolf’s howl draws Lizbeth to the door, and what she sees in the moonlight stirs something dangerous inside her. She cannot look away, even as desire and fear begin to blur into one

Part 6: Lizbeth’s Wolfish Awakening, By Mia Sumner

A wolf’s howl woke Lizbeth with a start. She sat up, sleep banished, and instantly alert, before remembering where she was and relaxing a little. Any animals would be outside the hut and had no way of getting at her. The wolf howled again and she shivered. The animal must be close, maybe just in the woods outside.

Glancing around, she realized she was alone. The hut had only one room, which meant Osric and Illona must be outside. Alarmed, she got up and peered out of the small window, hoping to see them. The moons were full and bright, the clearing standing out against the dark woods surrounding it. There was… something… out there but from this awkward angle, Lizbeth couldn’t tell what, the wolf maybe? Where were Illona and Osric? She heard another noise, this time it wasn’t a wolf, more like a woman’s cry.

Worried, she crept to the door and cautiously cracked it open, not wanting to draw any attention from the animal on herself. The sight that met her eyes made her freeze in terror.

At first, she thought the wolf had attacked Illona who knelt on her hands and knees beneath the fierce silvery coated beast, yet Illona was naked and that the noises she made were not ones of pain or fear but… pleasure?

As her eyes adjusted more Lizbeth could see that the wolf wasn’t biting or clawing at Illona it had mounted her. She watched, mouth agape as the wolf’s shiny red phallus thrust between Illona’s legs and Illona cried out.

There were tales of women who laid with wolves, but those were just fable, no respectable woman would do such a thing. Lizbeth could not tear her eyes away. The scene that played out before her had such raw, animal sexuality that she felt herself stimulated by it.

Illona lowered her head and raised her ass, making herself more accessible to her wolf lover, who in turn pressed his whole body weight onto her back as he thrust, humped her hard and fast.

This was not like when she had watched her parents. No fumbling, no muttered endearments, only grunting and moans as that shiny red wolf cock thrust in and out impossibly fast. The wolf’s tongue slobbered on Illona’s neck, but the animal had only one goal.

Lizbeth’s body tingled. This seemed so wrong, not in the way what she had witnessed with the orcs was wrong, there did not seem to be any coercion here. But, a woman and an animal, such a thing should not be. And yet, Illona’s cries of pleasure and that cock, so much redder than a man’s, shiny with Illona’s juices, Lizbeth could not help but wonder what it would be like to be in Illona’s place, to be bred by that silver wolf.

Any of the boys she had played with would be done by now, but wolf kept going, fucking Illona hard and fast. Lizbeth’s hand slipped into her pants, seeking out the growing heat between her legs. She moaned softly as her fingers stroked her already damp pussy, her eyes drinking in the sexual display before her.

Illona moaned and grunted, her whole body shaking with every thrust of the wolf’s cock. The wolf howled again, and the motion stopped. Lizbeth stared fascinated, still stroking her own pussy. Why did they not pull apart, she wondered and then realized. They’re knotted, like dogs. That wolf had pumped its seed into Illona’s womb and now it was breeding her. She gasped, and in the renewed silence the sound carried.

The wolf paid no attention, but Illona glanced over at her. The woman’s face showed no signs of shame as she locked eyes with Lizbeth, her body writhed with pleasure, that huge wolf cock still locked inside her. Lizbeth knew she should look away, that she had spied on something private, but she couldn’t, her fingers teasing her to her own small climax as Illona surrendered her whole body to pleasure. The two women watched each other, sharing their orgasms.

When it was done, Illona looked away and Lizbeth, cheeks flushed with shame, pulled her hand out of her pants and ever so quietly shut the door.  As she settled herself back on the bed, her body felt looser and more relaxed, the tension of the last couple of days released. She drifted off almost as soon as she closed her eyes.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Lizbeth woke to the sound of arguing. She blinked and opened her eyes. Daylight shone through the small window in the hut but far more light streamed through the open door. The arguing ceased the moment she sat up, and Lizbeth assumed it had been about her.

“Osric will take you to Wealdstone,” Illona said, turning to face her. Osric cursed and spat.

“You don’t have to,” Lizbeth said, reluctant to go anywhere with this angry and unwelcoming man.

Illona knelt down beside her and there was a look of sadness in her face that Lizbeth hadn’t seen before. “Briar Glen is gone.” She said her voice and expression softening the harsh words. “There is nowhere for you here. And Osric must go warn them of the orcs!” She said this last bit louder and turned her head to glare at her companion, who just scowled back at her.

“Aye,” he said and then stalked off.

Lizbeth blinked in confusion if the man knew he had to do it then why was he so angry?

“He is not comfortable around people,” Illona said, as though reading Lizbeth’s mind. “But he is a good man and he will keep you safe. There are not many people between here and Wealdstone who can challenge him.”

Lizbeth frowned, not entirely sure what that meant or how reassuring it was.

“I know you saw us last night,” Illona continued and Lizbeth’s eyes widened at the confirmation of who and what Osric was. “When the moon is full the animal in him is strong, but I took care of that. It would have been better if he had not got your scent, but” She inhaled, “The hut is strong with it.”

Lizbeth’s cheeks reddened. She opened her mouth but nothing came to mind to say, they both knew what she had done last night, just as she knew what Illona and Osric had done.

“Be in Wealdstone before the moons are full again and no harm will come to you.”

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