Dreams to Reality
The following story contains sex, nudity and anthromorphism (furries). If you don't like it, get out! If you are not of a legal age to view it, follow the guy who just left ;) By reading this, you automatically agree to take responsibility for your own actions. Enjoy.
The grey wolf's fur is chilled by the cool night air on his naked form. He shivers slightly; whether it is from the chill or nerves, he couldn't say. He is slightly self conscious as the full moon's light spills across his nude body, highlighting his sheath and muscular belly in a silver glow.
He's been waiting a while now. His mind wanders back to the letter he found. It had been in his bed with him... She'd been in his own room!... when he awoke. He remembered the female scent that had wafted from the weathered sheet when he pulled it from it's envelope.
_My Darling,
You have felt me watching you for a long time, now. Your dreams have been taunting you with a love that leaves your cock throbbing but you cannot remember what you dream of... only that you do not wish to wake. I have watched you awake from these dreams and I have played the voyeur many a time, as you relieved the tension that always awakens you. Even as you stroked yourself and puzzled over this, you felt that you were not alone. You were not mistaken. I have been close enough to you to smell the musk of your seed, as it spills on your bed._
Soon we will make eachother's dreams a blissful reality. Be at the graveyard when the light of the full moon shines high. Be unclothed, as when you sleep each night. I wish to find you reclining on the flat rock. I look forward to smelling your seed again.
The wolf shivers again, as he recalls the astonishment he had first felt at knowing that she had been there with him, had seen him jerking off with urgency when he awoke from the dreams that he could not remember. She knew that he sleeps naked.
He supresses the urge to howl for her, as he reclines on the huge flattened boulder that dominates the hill in the center of the graveyard. His eyes reflect the glow as he gazes at the full moon. It is high over the graveyard now, like a soulless sun. His ears are pricked but he hears no sound.
A cloud momentarily covers the moon and all becomes black. When the light returns, she is there. He watches breathlessly, as the winged figure ascends almost soundlessly from the sky above.
Her female form is silhouetted against the moon and he feels himself stir, despite the cold, as he takes in the curve of her figure. She lands softly next to the boulder; her outline is that of a dark angel, lit only by the green shine of her eyes.
She folds her wings back and reveals herself fully. She is not a bat, but a feline. Her body is deepest black and shines with a violet hue. Her eyes burn like cold green jewels. There is magick in her eyes.
He cannot lift himself from the rock. He can barely meet her gaze as he takes in her beauty. She wears only a transluscent gown of what appears to be light chain mail. It is belted at the waste with a crimson tie that hangs to her muscled calves.
The winged cat is lean and seductive in her posture. The wolf longs to reach for her, but is paralyzed and can only stare.
She lifts one arm and brushes his leg, sending electricity through his being. He is suddenly painfully aware of his nakedness and his ears flush brightly. He cannot move to cover himself. It's as if she holds him immobile by sheer will.
He can only watch as she pulls her belt off, slowly and lets it fall onto the pile of his own discarded clothing. Suddenly, the air is warm and he feels as though they are within an invisible sphere of heat. There is a hissing sound as she flicks something behind her back and the chain mail dress falls to the ground, fully revealing her body to him.
Her breasts are white-furred. The blaze of white tapers towards her navel, reappearing as a small spot above her sex. Her pink nipples stand out and she reaches up with one paw, lifting her breast as the other paw lightly tweaks the nipple.
He watches in awe, as she begins to sway before him and he can feel music inside of his head. His mind is full of only her, and he feels drunken on the magick that emanates from her undulating body.
Suddenly her dance stops and she is on him in a flash. Her wings beat slowly as she hovers over him on all fours. His gaze wanders from the pink between her spread thighs and raised knees, over her white breast, and to her eyes. Her gaze does not look cold to him now, but full of love. She leans forward and kisses him deeply.
They kiss long as they probe eachother's muzzles with their tongues. She tastes like cinammon and red wine. His erection grows and his cock springs free of it's sheath, breaking the distance between them. She lowers herself and his penis is resting against her belly.
They continue to kiss as he feels a sort of electric tingle circulating through them, going from her mouth to his and being pulled through his body to hers through his erection.
As the kiss is finally broken, so is his paralysis. He whispers to her, "Am I dreaming?" She shakes her head slowly and kisses him on his forehead. "No, Love." she smiles, "You will not awake frustrated and confused this time."
He knows she has read his mind and his fear of awaking and losing her is shattered. She reaches down and slides a silken paw over his scrotum, elliciting a whimper of pleasure from him.
Her touch is like a thousand paws, gliding over him. She touches every sensitive part of him, sending thrills through his being. He can only hold her, his arms buried beneath her membranous, silken wings, and whimper.
There is no time or night and day. There is only pleasure as she explores his body gently.
Leaning back, away from his grip, she allows a paw to rest on his unsheathed member. He murrs as she grips it gently and he begins to pump his hips slowly into her paw. Her fur is more silken than any other creature's and it sends thrills up and down his cock. His balls begin to rise and she releases her grip as he thrusts into the air a few times, as if trying to recapture the warmth of her paw.
He runs his paws over her breasts, testing their weight in each hand and revelling in the softness of her fur. The feline lifts herself and slowly lowers onto his cock.
Both gasp as he is finally allowed to enter her warmth. Her eyes narrow in pleasure as she flaps her wings twice before letting them settle again. She begins to ride him slowly. He grips her waist and moans as his body is plunged into deeper ecstasy than he ever imagined possible. Her wings spread and cover them as she whispers love to him and begins to ride him faster. Their breath quickens together as one as both furs are submerged in a sea of pleasure.
The wolf's tongue rolls to one side as he rocks into her, his tail begins to vibrate from the base and he whimpers uncontrollably. She pulls herself away from him and begins to lick his throbbing cock.
The feeling is amazing, but there is something soothing about her tongue and his orgasm ebbs as his cum retreats. He makes a sobbing noise that's almost like laughter as he takes the feline into his arms. She strokes his body some more, before standing back.
As if in silent agreement, he stands and allows her to take her place on the rock slab. She takes all fours and her tail snakes to the side and over her leg as she looks over her shoulder and beckons to him with her gaze.
He takes his place behind her and her wings unfold and fall to her sides, allowing him a place to brace his paws on her back. He buries himself in her heat and again a sort of magick goes up his arms and is drawn through his body and into her pussy. He begins to thrust rhythmically as her mewls of delight threaten to push him over the edge. He feels that she is using some power to keep his orgasm close, but always at bay.
Her breasts jiggle as he humps her urgently and his balls slap against her pussy.
A feline screech of ecstacy sounds from her, and her spell over him breaks. He shudders and grips her tightly around the waist as his orgasm builds and finally explodes.
He can hear himself whimpering as he is taken over by pleasure. His cock shoots into her again and again and she mewls as he makes short pumps into her, giving her every single drop of his seed.
He is dizzy and tired as she finally slides from beneath him and he is again unable to lift himself. He is not paralyzed, but weak from the explosion of his orgasm. He feels her arms around him and she lifts him so that he is standing. He is floating in a haze of pleasure and sleep, as her wings begin to pound the air and he feels his footpaws leave the stone.
He is not afraid, as they soar high above the town. Although he is awake, he hangs in her grip like a ragdoll. She effortlessly floats them over the land and to his home, where they land silently on the roof.
He is able to hold his own weight while she opens the window. The cat takes him around the waist and pulls him through with her. He stumbles sleepily through the window and land on his bed.
They kiss again and he manages to speak, "Are you going to go away?". She smiles at him. "No, my love" she answers as cradles his muzzle in her paw, "This is real. This is forever."
He is lulled into sleep as she turns and settles into his arms. She smiles as sleep begins to take her too. She knows he will awaken as he does every morning, beautiful and naked in his own bed. But this time he will awaken with her in his arms, as he will for all the days to follow.
The End
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