The Werewolf Medallions
The call of the wild calls for me once more as I open my safe and retrieve 2 magic medallions. One is for me and one for my mate. My most prized possessions, gifted to me by a close shawman friend who knew I would value them above anyone else and refrain from using them for any ill purpose. I place the first one around my mate's neck and watch the transformation unfold as her body stretches and contorts into werewolf form. The transformation itself is not pretty, in fact it was a bit frightening and concerning to watch the first couple times before I grew use to the sight, and learned it involved only minor pain. A small side effect of what has become the most spiritual and rewarding experiences in my life, and the life of my mate. Now as I watch, it is only with extreme excitement and anticipation of what is to come. Her shape shifting slowly comes to and end and I help her up from the floor and hold her in my arms as she acclimates to her new form. I'm pleased at how well her beauty is maintained in this transformation and I kiss her softy as she licks my face and we hold hands. Without words she takes the other medallion and places it around my neck as has become ritual and my form changes to match hers. Her loving smile turns to mischief then she leaps towards the door in a motion that puts all four of her limbs on the ground without loosing a stride and quickly disappears out the open door. An amusing phrase comes to mind that I had heard earlier as I watch her make her exit. "Hate to see you go, but love to watch you leave!" But her intentions are not to get away from me or to look for adventure on her own and I know that.
I give her a rushed count to 100 for a head start and then leap forward onto all fours and run through the doorway to the outside. I raise my head and sniff the air and evaluate it with my now heightened sense of smell. She has been wondered how I have gotten so much better at tracking her recently. I think I'll wait a little longer before I tell her I haven't really gotten any better, that it's her heat that has made her easier to track as well as given me stronger motivation to catch up. I catch her scent and take off through the back yard and into the woods and weave through the trees with great agility. The great outdoors enthralls me and my pulse races in the thrill of the chase. The woods end and my stride increases as my pads hit the unobstructed ground of an open field. Her scent is getting much stronger as I near the other end of the field, zigzag through a small strip of trees, then enter another open field. I quickly spot the object of my hearts desire, hunkered down in some tall grass taking a short rest. Or is she giving me time to catch up I wondered and chuckle softly to myself at the thought. I watch her for a moment. I am delighted as I watch her rolling around on a small group of flowers, perhaps to acquire some of their smell on her thick soft fur for me to enjoy. But I am much more interested in another scent this time. I come to a sudden stop and crunch down. I approach her slowly with low posture in hopes of her not noticing as she continues to roll care free in a jerky commotion on her back, oblivious to anything around her. Just as I approach her, she spots me and leaps up on her hind legs. I quickly spring up and pounce on her, wrapping both arms around her as we fall back to the soft ground with me on top and her on her back.
She squirms and laughs most enjoyably under me, her legs now straddling me as I crouch over her. I pause for a moment to look into her beautiful eyes before lust once again overwhelms me as I feel her soft nipples across my stomach. I strategically slide back until my wolfish member, now peaking out of its sheath, rides over a soft firm mound of flesh. She tenses up and twitches beneath me which sends a chill over me and makes it extend as I thrust forward involuntarily, sliding against the damp crevasse of her cunt. Her claws dig into my shoulders as a deep mutual sense of desire transforms her expression to an erotic glance. My shaft undulates across the wet warmth of her twat as precum spurts onto her bare belly. She slides her hand down her stomach to meet with my member and cradles it, stroking me gently as it gets larger and larger and more spurts from it lubricate her hand. No, this won't due, not this time. I need to feel her from the inside. I grasp her arms and pin her down playfully.
The want in her eyes amplify as my small thrusts become more purposeful and the point pokes around to find an opening. A few more thrusts and suddenly I feel a welcoming tight warm sensation around the tip of my rod. My heart races as I realize this is really going to happen. I pause to enjoy her pulsating pussy dancing around the head of my dick....but it's not enough. Such an amazing feeling, but I must have more! I thrust forward again and again, new territory and sensations felt with each stroke. I first feel the tight entrance giving way to a looser feeling, then to a slight stricture which quickly gives way to my firm member. I take a few more heavenly strokes then push on. As I am almost all the way in I feel another stricture, this time a much tighter one. The very tip easily makes its way through it but the rest of the head wedges and makes her groan. Her claws dig in to the soil and she braces herself in anticipation. A few more strokes tickled the tip and involuntarily makes me push harder and with each following stroke I feel the tight ring ride further and further over my pointed shaft until it gets to the broadest part of the head then with one more stroke it slips right past and along another good inch inside of it until my knot rests against the outside of her vulva. Past the second ring I feel a wavy texture that is more than I am prepared to handle. As I push it deep into her textured interior, it causes intense tingling that starts at the head and rides its way down my shaft, right to my balls, and makes them quiver. I know I can't keep this up any longer despite not wanting it to end. I grit my teeth hard as a couple more strokes sends my organ into spasms and it lets loose volumes of cum deep into her virgin werewolf pussy. It quickly fills her completely then rides a wave back through its only means of escape, past our entwined organs and gushes out in a white sticky geyser of goo as I arch my back and raise my head to the sky, howling my gratitude to the spirits.