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The Path Less Taken

Sometimes the path less taken is the path to glory. Other times the path less taken is the path to death. To Liz it was the path to amazing things that could keep her warm and alive in the cold and starlit darkness. She had, after all, gone out into the woods on the type of night where one's breath hung so white in the air that one would swear it was smoke. As fate would have it, she found him. The werewolf that everyone else was trying to avoid.

Liz had begun her journey by the light of the full moon that shone through the mist of her breath. She was a little afraid but the creature had sad eyes and a need that she shared. This need was made obvious by his giant erection and the way he whined at her.

Walking toward the bushes, she began removing her clothing. First her shoes and socks came off, then she began to tease him. Her bluejeans were tight and clung to her hips. After undoing the zipper she turned around and presented her rear to him. With a wiggle she tugged at the fabric until her red silk panties revealed themselves. The jeans then dropped and she bent over to pull her legs out one at a time.

The werewolf stepped closer, sniffing at her back and relishing in the scent. Turning to face the great beast, the young woman unbuttoned one button and then another. Slowly she opened her blouse to expose the skin underneath. Goosebumps rose as she shivered in the night. As the fabric finally slid off, she cupped her bra, which matched the red silk panties.

At this point the cold was getting to her and she was shaking uncontrollably. With her list of needs growing, she straddled his great limb of desire and wrapped her body around his. His fur was thick and warm with the life of his body. She ran her hands through the fur of his broad shoulders and felt the muscles made strong from running on all fours and howling at the moon. She wanted to be like him. She was so cold, but taking his curse into her body would make her warm.

His heat pulsed through her thighs as Liz began rubbing her silk panties along his length. He began to move back and forth with her efforts making him harder and her warmer. His claws ran up her back and a sharp flick released her breasts. Her cold hard nipples buried into the shelter of his fur. Powerful hands drew her back and, with a blast of misty warm breath, he lapped his tongue over the raised pink flesh. She moaned unconsciously as her little nubs became as erect as his desire.

Liz felt herself becoming wetter as her need for the wolf-man grew. Slipping off of his lance, she dropped to her knees and began licking the tip of his lower head with teasing little flicks. Once he grew to his full height she took his length into her mouth and began to suckle. His taste was meaty. He was a predator and she wanted his salty seed. One hand caressed the shaft while the other fondled the fury scrotum. His noises told her how to rub and what to touch. Soon she could feel the pulsing rod begin to shutter and she knew what was coming.

Even though she thought she was ready, the werewolf's geyser pumped more white heat into her mouth than there was room for. Cream leaked down her chin and onto her breasts as she swallowed squirt after delightful squirt with all of her might. He was quite pent up and soon his body heat layered the front of hers.

As liquid steamed and dripped from her, she dropped to all fours. The tingling rush of lycanthropy was already causing her heart rate to accelerate, boiling her blood. Muscle growth was always hard on the body. The growth of bone, blood, and fur would cause her choice to swallow his life giving fluids to be a very good one.

Liz began to shiver, sweat, and whimper from the sensations. Before anything could be seen, her hormones shifted and caused her to go into an animalistic type of heat. Her body was freezing and she wanted his warmth. She felt her opening begin to lubricate and her muscles loosened.

Liz's senses blazed back to reality when a wolfish snout pressed against her panties. The silk enhanced his softness and the scent they held told him what needed to be done. His claws easily tore the barrier away and his warm tongue penetrated her lips. A slick, warm, stranger played in her garden and her blooming body was overloaded with sensation. Part of her felt the need to pull away and cover up, but his strong hands grabbed her hips and held her until her vaginal walls tightened and a surge of her own cream squirted onto his muzzle and tongue.

He released her and she fell to her side. Hot and cold were difficult to tell apart as her follicles began producing her own thick warm fur. The first patches grew around her closely shaved armpits and vulva. She then noticed her nails were growing and her teeth felt a little sharper.

Pleasure and pain shot through Liz's body as she writhed in blissful agony. Her limps lengthened as her muscles bulged and rippled in sleek patterns of tightness. Black fur crept up her stomach and down her legs as her back swelled and grew. Her hips widened and her feet shifted as the toes grew fur and claws.

As all this happened, she was watched by the hungry eyes of her new mate. Time was passing and his wolfy length was regaining its fortitude. He grinned to himself as his new mate rolled from her back onto her hands and knees again. Her tail began to grow from the base of her spine and new fur appeared to cover it. Her face began to push and stretch into a muzzle as her ears shifted into triangles that pulled back onto the top of her head.

Unable to wait another moment, he seized her by the back of the neck with his teeth. Instinctively, Liz arched her back and raised her tail, presenting herself to the powerful male. With barely any effort, he slid into her body. She felt as if she was on fire and he was the water that allowed her to live.

Without waiting for him to do more, the she-wolf began moving back and forth, taking as much of him into her as her depth would allow. He did not move his hips yet for he understood she could not handle his full length yet.

As Liz pumped her hips, her body continued to grow in size. Her fur thickened and her muscles danced. Her canal swallowed more and more of the monstrous beast as her size and depth increased.

As the heat of his mate continued to build, the werewolf began to lose control, and thrust his hips at her. It was gentle at first but as she drew more of him in he began to pump harder. Eventually his balls were slapping against the wetness of her sex. He began to snarl as his own body pulsed in the steady rhythm of their mating.

Liz gasped and left her mouth open. Her tongue hung out and she panted. Her mate peeled his lips back in a ferocious snarl as their momentum built. Higher and higher their pitch rose. Faster and harder their bodies moved. All was symmetry and all pulsed in pure passion.

As the climax of their love came to its peak, both werewolves let forth a long howl into the night. It lasted through their climax. They sang as their fluids flooded together. It came to an end as their bodies spent themselves and they settled to the forest floor. Their strength spent, they curled up together. Warm bodies in a sea of cold.