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Getting out into the open air of the so-called 'big country' was an experience that Neoma never took for granted.

The further out of town they rode, the brighter the stars in the sky became, until the eerie darkness of the suburban skyline was a thing of the past. Artificial lights were replaced by a blanket of stars, and before too long, an ethereal, haunting blue captured her gaze.

"I always forget just how beautiful it looks, even a few miles outside of the city," she admitted. "It's crazy to think about just how much light pollution we produce, even in the smaller neighborhoods."

"It's nice to see the world the way it really is, isn't it?" Lucian agreed. "The way that our ancestors would have seen it..."

There had been plenty of talk of their ancestors as of late, and even more of their descendants; the pair weren't taking a trip out into the middle of nowhere just to look at the stars.

Giggling just a little bit and knowing where Lucian was going to take the conversation, Neoma wished that they were already at a stopping point so she could lean in and nuzzle his arm...but riding next to him on her own mountain bike made that a nigh impossible maneuver.

"I wonder what they would have done on a night like this," Neoma asked. She did nothing to hide the hint of arousal in her voice, as if she believed that their superstition was finally going to prove to be the missing piece of their conceptive puzzle. "Especially if they had the kind of privacy that we're about to."

There were campgrounds not too far from the suburbs that they called home, but reaching them by a mountain bike and following the dirt trails allowed Lucian and Neoma to pick and choose their stopping point for the night. Thickets of tree and wide trunks made for a veneer of privacy, and spots in the canopy above made it easy for them to admire the basking glow of the stars above, while enjoying the splendor of each other's flesh on the ground below.

Seeing that they'd come to a good, distant gap in the trail, Lucian pulled off and leaned his bike against a tree, but he didn't bother with the pack of supplies that he'd fastened to the back of it. He simply stood and waited for Neoma to lean her bike against another tree, and in the glow of the moonlight, his girlfriend stood before him, bathed in the blessing of the stars.

The already gray wolf took on a silvery tone as she stood in the clearing, knowing the look that Lucian was giving him; she was breathless to feel his gaze upon her with such carnal intent, but she didn't dare to claim that she felt anything different, or for that matter, anything less.

Ignoring her own pack, she intertwined her fingertips and held them in front of her standing lap, trying her best to look as adorable and enticing as she could: the hybrid was doing a wonderful job of that, but she couldn't recall ever seeing such an intensity in Lucian's stare before.

It was a primal gaze, peering into her eyes with a certain sense of knowledge and understanding of the need that she felt...one that sympathized with her heat cycle, and at the same time, cursed her for plaguing his mind with it for so long.

They both needed to be satisfied, but as Lucian stepped closer, he didn't utter a single word to his girlfriend: paws spoke for him as they gripped her arms, keeping them in place and holding her tight to the spot.

"I think this is the part where I joke about you buying me dinner first," Neoma teased. "Not that I have an appetite for anything else, but..."

She trailed off, expecting Lucian to pick up her slack.

Instead, she felt a tighter squeeze on her arms and a sudden pinch of claws against her flesh as Lucian's strength continued to grow in silence.

"Uh...u-uhm, babe? Grabbin' me kinda...t-tight there..."

The glow in his eyes was always present, but there was a greater intensity to his stare in that moment, as though he was trying to convey every ounce of lust he felt with a single glance.

Such a thing wasn't possible, and Neoma wouldn't be able to reciprocate the act herself, but as she gulped and drank in the power of his gaze, she felt those claws getting longer and pressing into the fabric of her shoulder straps, daring to ruin her tank top for the sake of his ferocious appetite.

"You're a-acting a little rough, Lucian," she warned him. The paws that were clasped together so politely at her waist lifted up to give his chest a delicate shove, thinking she might be able to bring him around by acting playful, but that gesture only brought a wider grin and longer, sharper fangs out of his panting muzzle. "Are you feeling okay, dear? You look like a...w-wild animal..."

Every time they talked about their ancestors, the pair came back to the idea of the feral canines that used to roam the wild lands: they joked about how much fun it would be to live out that fantasy for just one night, and plenty of times in the past, they'd been reduced to little more than grunts and whimpers in the throes of passion...but they were still who they were, in full control of the act.

Pressing her claws into Lucian's flesh stabbing just _slightly_at the skin, she heard nothing more than a rumbling growl from above, and her ears wilted when she looked up again and saw a glare that was nothing short of furious at her actions.

Whatever instincts to be bred were already awake in her, they went into full gear as she felt the fabric of her top being torn asunder by the massive, capable paws of her lover.

"You...y-you know all that stuff we talked about...our ancestors...t-their ferocity...that was all just rumors, right? There's n-no history to prove it?"

Neoma was talking in circles to try and slow her lover down, knowing that nothing else she could manage would do the trick, but it wasn't going to be enough to derail Lucian's progress.

She knew that fact, but she was still giving it a pitiful attempt, quietly hoping that she'd find out what had gotten into her lover, while he was busy getting into her.

"If you could j-just say someth-

"You...are... mine..."

That was all that he needed to offer for her to be sure that the man she'd grown to know and love was still hiding somewhere in the slowly growing bodice that was Lucian: the changes were subtle enough that someone who hadn't seen him in a long time might not have noticed that anything had changed, but for Neoma, it was entirely obvious how much he'd already grown.

Standing a few inches taller than her to begin with, her towered over her by almost a full foot by the time his skeletal structure was settling back in, and the already broad chest and shoulders of his proud form were straining the fabric of his own t-shirt, pushing some of the seams to the ripping point and leaving Neoma with little oral reaction, save for sucking in a gasp...

...And remaining utterly silent about the growing patch of moisture that stained the crotch of her panties.

If everything she knew about werewolves was correct, she wouldn't need to stay a word of it: just being so close to her, Lucian would recognize that change in her scent and the greater sweetness and need that came with it.

"All yours, baby...y-you know that," Neoma agreed. "All the theater going on here; it's...not entirely necessary, is it?"

Lucian's grin was still cognizant enough to tell her that none of it was necessary, but seeing her reaction, he was enjoying it too much to stop, and he knew that she was just as into the idea of being taken by a feral beast as he was happy to play that part.

It seemed cliché that Neoma was just recognizing the light of the full moon behind her boyfriend, or the way that the silvery light of the same was illuminating the darkness of his fur coat in the process, but she took it as a sign that this grove, no matter how randomly they'd picked it, really was the place that they'd finally be able to conceive their child... if she was quick to take advantage of the lunar blessing.

They'd been at it for months, trying every old wives' tale in the book, but it was the one most stereotypical of their species that renewed her faith in trying: stepping back just a hint from her lover and tugging the ruined, tattered top from her body, she exposed her breasts in an instant, knowing how much it would entice the nearly feral Lucian...but she didn't stop there.

Ducking under his rapid grasp, she giggled and turned away from him on her knees, putting on a display that would drive whatever was left of his sanity into a torrent of animalistic lust.

"Go on, then...you really wanna see if you can satisfy my heat?" she asked, looking over her shoulder and casting a gaze that carried all of the lust of her lover, without quite the same level of mindless intensity. "I'm in no position to stop you..."

She could have pulled down the tight, gripping spandex of her biking shorts, but she knew that Lucian was beyond reason with his subtle transformation: all she had to do was give the slightest wiggle of her backside, tilting it from side to side, to draw his eyes down to her sunken form once more.

Standing so tall over her, the werewolf had to drop all the way to his own knees just to capture her body once more, but there was no better word for what happened when his massive paws wrapped around her midriff: he held her tight and rubbed the crotch of his cargo shorts over the covered flesh of her rump, grinding into the spot as if he'd already penetrated her...but whatever beast had been awakened within him, it clearly didn't realize that there were further obstacles to be dealt with.

Impressive and brutal was it was to watch Lucian reach down and literally tear away his own clothing, Neoma couldn't help a giggle: she had the knowledge that they were going to have to come up with some very creative excuses for the tatters that remained of their outfits when they woke up the next day, but by then, she'd only care about how many loads of his seed she was able to milk from his cock...

...And how likely it was that she'd finally be knocked up by their romp.

"Forgot you were wearing pants?" she asked, snickering at his frustration as the last of his boxers came away in shreds; her laughter immediately faded when she saw the impressive, tapered tip of his canine member. "Not sure h-how you didn't notice...when you were trying to hide that."

She'd seen and felt his cock so many times that she felt like she really did know it like the back of her hand, but when she felt the weight of it slapping down against the underside of her tail, she wondered if she'd imagined every romp they'd ever had before.

It was never quite so thick as it was right then, and feeling a spurt of precum spill across the fur upon the middle of her back was like a sign of just how deep he'd be able to reach, if she was able to take the whole thing.

Nerves continued to bubble up, but as they mingled with the sensual frustration of the peak of her heat cycle, she knew which emotional surge she was going to listen to.

"I know you smell it, big guy...you can probably _taste_it on the air, by now..."

Narrowing her gaze upon him and looking every bit the part, the heated bitch lifted her knees just a little, bringing them together and pushing tight, gripping folds of her mound against her biking shorts until she felt his claws tracing down her backside.

There was a delightful sense of freedom that came when the cool, evening breeze tickled across her soaking petals, but a new, stronger heat came along with it when Lucian adjusted the angle of his hips.

Most of the time, she'd need a proper warmup, first...but in the middle of the most powerful estrus she'd ever known, she came close to orgasm just by straddling the seat of her bicycle properly.

Feeling the hot, tapered tip of her lover's member gliding between her petals and rolling up the curve of her ass, she was already trembling with earthly delights. She did all she could to keep a serious, needy glare in her eyes, hoping to impart that message to her nearly feral lover, but she could have given him whatever look she wanted, by then.

His jowls spilled a tiny helping of drool upon her tailhole as her tail was pushed out of the way, and the trickling warmth dripped down, trailing around her folds as he held her steady and pressed the head against her plump, juicy womanhood.

"That's it..."

Her knees trembled in the dirt as she looked past Lucian, giving a quick wink to the silvery moon above. She was grateful to it for causing such a change in him; at least, that was the only thing she could think to blame.

Making a mental note to test a theory about what made him tick later on, she tried to push herself back onto the plentiful flesh of his full, girthy shaft, but once more, paws gripped her by the torso and held her steady, forcing her to stay kneeling and wait for her to take his turn.

Once more, the heat within her told her to listen to her mate, knowing that only what he could offer her would be enough to satisfy the fires of lust within her...and the first push of his cock was impressively slow , much to her surprise and delight.

"All that muscle...all t-that intensity...and that's all you gave me?"

The thick, ground-shaking WHUMP of his knees adjusting behind her was only the audiophilic reminder of just what a beast she was about to lay with. The subtle, growling chuckle from the depths of his throat were enough to force her to steady once more, and a long, steamy breath rolled across the back of her neck as Lucian came in a little closer, letting the drops of his drool spill across her shoulder blades and down the side of her neck.

He was just making sure that his cock was properly inside her before he decided to dig in: she'd wasted the only mercy that she was going to experience.

"Never thought a werewolf...c-could...be so gentle," she whispered, knowing the words would reach a part of him that understood their taunting nature.

She'd already dug her own grave in being so bold and defiant, but now that she was down there, she'd keep digging until she came out on the other side, no matter how deliciously sore she'd be when she woke up the next day.

The very first sample of that soreness came as claws raked down the front of her body, just tickling at the underside of her breasts before proper trails of scarlet formed under the gray fields upon her tummy. The flesh burned just slightly at his touch, but that little bit of pain distracted her from just how full she was, as the inches of her lover's cock moved deeper and deeper within her.

Whatever part of Lucian still knew restraint was fading fast, giving itself over to the beastly werewolf that he'd become...but the first past, at least, ended up being gentler than she expected.

"O-oh...fuck...ohfuck, baby!"

The thrusts that followed came without warning: rapid and deep, Lucian pounded into Neoma like a proper canine, his hips pulling forward and his knees lifting from the ground just slightly as he took his pace to another level.

It was a speed beyond anything Neoma had ever felt from her lover before, and much to her shock, he was just getting started; whether she'd be delighted with his impressive pace was yet to be seen, but as soon as the depth of his thrusts reached her g-spot, the question was answered, and her voice gave life to the pleasure that was rapidly welling up inside of her.

"Ooh h-hell...you're not allowed to tease me...a-about how I was asking for this later on!" she yelled back at him, having lost the determination that was once in her expression. The gaze she offered was one of pure, desperate need, and with every thrust, that need was being answered, but the tickling brush of his tip against the spongy, upper wall of her vaginal passage was bringing an even greater sense of need to the forefront of her body, reminding her that there was more than one way to achieve orgasm.

She was going to have to experience every single one before the night was through, and the vaginal variety was quickly taking hold of her body as she quivered against the ground, doing all she could to stay upright and make it easy for Lucian to pummel her womanhood.

"Keep going..._nnngods..._r-right there, baby! Keep fucking me just like that!" she growled, letting the wilderness influence her voice as much as it was influencing his actions. "You filthy...f-fucking...mutt...I told you to keep going!"

Her demands were being met with every pass, but if she was going to be sore in the morning, she was going to get her money's worth from the experience; thus far, Lucian was giving her everything she could handle, but his mind was almost completely blended with the werewolf bodice that he'd grown into.

There was just enough of an understanding that he _should_have held back on her smaller, softer body, but the demands that she threw at him, and the intensity thereof, overwhelmed any thoughts he had of taking things a little slower with her.

Massive footpaws slammed against the ground behind her as he stood more upright than he was before, lifting her knees from the grass in the process and forcing her legs to wrap around his ass, just to keep herself elevated. The contraction of her entire abdomen forced a new, clenching tightness to her vaginal passage, refreshing the delights of the beastly wolf...but as much as Neoma wanted to hear the praises of her lover, she knew she wouldn't hear his genuine voice again for a little while longer.

As much as he was working the heat out of her system the old-fashioned way, she was working the inner beast out of his system, and the best she could do was yield to his overwhelming force and enjoy the ride...

There are worse ways to spend an evening under the stars, I suppose, she thought, snickering for just a moment at her internal dialogue. But I'm not sure that there's any better ways...

Her claws raked through the grass and dug into the dry, caked dirt beneath as she tried everything she could to milk a few more seconds out of the act, but her first climax was rapidly approaching: her thighs quivered and her toes curled into the backside of her lover, but as Lucian took his upright posture and used it to the fullest extent, the pair gave themselves over to the carnal bliss together, knowing what they'd come there for was a greater purpose than a single romp.

"I f-felt that ," she teased, unable to keep from being a little playful, even when the incredible weight of her lover's knot was stretching her petals and working them further and further apart. "Throbbing like you...y-you're gonna cum..."

Rather than a whimpering confession from Lucian, she heard a deep, thick growl, confirming what she believed only seconds before she experienced the first flood: that was only the gush of his precum, and she knew the volume of the real thing wouldn't be so paltry.

Of course, she knew that wasn't quite the right word for it, when the sheer volume of that was trickling down her thighs and spilling over her angled tummy, joining the natural juices of her own arousal in a growing stain across her abdomen.

She knew there was more than that to be had, and she was delighted to feel the weight of her lover's knot finally slamming past the tender, pouted flesh of her folds and finding a new home in the depths of her vaginal passage. Almost immediately, Lucian was met with a fluttering, quivering grip as her body spasmed around the lump, desperate to share the weight of an orgasm right back with him.

To say that she was milking him was an understatement, but just as little control as Lucian had of his own body and mind in the heat of the moment, Neoma had absolutely none.

"Fuck...f-fuck... fuuuuck, Lucian! Yes! F-fucking fill me!" she pleaded. Her voice was so demanding that it was hard to imagine such desperation laced her every word, but as the two mingled, she watched the trees and overgrowth bouncing before her: the weight of her lover's pounding body had become such that she couldn't hold her posture anymore. "Ooh...o-oh, by the f-fucking gods, I...I feel dizzy..."

She'd known a variety of delightful orgasms from Lucian's member, ranging to the soft and subtle kind that required a little help from her own hand, to the mind-shattering, life-redefining moments where she could only collapse in the bed afterwards, reduced to a quivering mess.

This was closer to the latter, but taken to a level that she'd never been so lucky to experience before: if one train of thought could stay on the rails when the ride was so rough, it was that she needed to figure out how to bring the beast out of him again some other time, when there wasn't a heat cycle to be worried about.

Then again...they had come out to the woods as a superstitious method to get her pregnant, and as she felt the literal weight and volume of her lover's cum bloating her womb and expanding her tummy, she couldn't begin to imagine that she wasn't knocked up.

Badly as they'd both wanted such an end, she wasn't going to complain. Much to the contrary, she was still starry-eyed with the reality of what they'd just done, and the pleasure that came with the same...

"Still going? S...Seriously?" she asked, panting wildly and feeling her legs go limp around her lover's sides: the weight of his thick, tied knot might have been enough to keep her upright, if his paws weren't holding her hips. "I don't think y-you've ever made this much, baby...but it's just what I needed!"

Rubbing her face into the dirt and embracing the way her lover's scent was mingling into the very earth and nature around her, Neoma felt as though she could happily drown in the spot as her womb did the same, drowning in the seemingly endless flood of his seed.

**

Lucian felt just a little dizzy when he realized that he'd been conscious all along, but he expected to wake up resting on Neoma's back, knowing that he'd been standing behind her for a while.

He was surprised to find that he was staring up at the very moon that had blessed him...until her head moved into the way of the distant rock, as if she was envious of his affection for it.

"All done with your nap, big guy?"

She was sitting on his tummy, with the mess of the previous rounds spilling across his hips and oozing back out of her parted, tender folds...but she wasn't apologizing for the mess.

Rather, she was grinning wide and easing her way back, leaving a trail of their combined juices on his lower abdomen, until she'd pushed her mound right back up to the tip of his cock.

"How long was I out?" Lucian asked, his voice immediately coming around to the reality of the situation...and then, there came a brief clack , as his fangs gnashed together with stifled delight. "And w-what...what the hell happened?"

Grabbing the base of his cock and holding it steady to guide the tip inside, Neoma rolled back in place and eased his length, now back to the normal size, right into the messy confines of her passage.

"I'll catch you up as we go, baby...but this time, the werewolf is on top."