By the Light of the Moon
_I've corrected a few simple typos and some things that clearly made sense to me at the time of writing but don't any more. If anyone finds anything else, let me know, I really need to make this perfect!
As usual, don't read this if you are under the legal age to view sexual material in your area, etc._
The night was still. Darkness had fallen swiftly over the countryside, and the woods in particular, a heavy mist sitting thick and damp across the soft forest-floor. The silver moonlight slivered through the bare tree branches on the hot, heavy autumn night, crisp and clear in slices along the ground. Arianna stood there, the mist wisping around her thighs making her skin prickle with the extreme temperature change as the moist air lapped at her. She shuddered, despite the heat of the night, and not because of the cool moisture pressed against her legs by the tight clothing she wore. She knew this was the spot where it had happened.
A hand went to her waist where a long, slender blade hung, gleaming in the moonlight. A year before she had run from here and never looked back, except in her memories. A year had passed. A year. A year had passed and she had been unable to get that night from her mind, keep it from taunting her and tempting her. He had been here. He had smirked with those pearly teeth, smirked that wicked grin when she ran from him that year before.
His body...she had lost it. She had been thieved of all control of her thoughts, her desires. She had stood on this spot on a hunting expedition for a beast who had been terrorising the nearby villages for months. He had come from nowhere, they said, just satisfied his hunger as it came. He fed on whatever he could find. She knew she would have to help put an end to it, so she quit the less important hunting job she had been assigned to and volunteered to help with this slightly more complex, dangerous job. She was thrilled to be able to get out there and put this...this creature to justice for his actions, his ruthlessness, his thirst.
But it didn't happen quite that way. The moment Arianna set foot beyond the beaten track and beneath those heavy, black trees, she knew something was different, wrong. She had known from that point something would happen that night, but she couldn't tell what it was. All she knew was that with each step she realised she was getting farther and farther from ever turning back.
It was true.
She reached almost the centre of the forest and realised someone - or something - was watching her. It was a feeling she tended to get when out hunting. Something had its eyes trained on her, but try as she might, squinting through the murky darkness, she couldn't find what it was.
Then she saw it. She couldn't tell if she was meant to see it or not. Something told her that it had motive for showing itself. The clouds pulled back from the moon, and the silver light illuminated its bulky yet sleek form. It looked like...like a man, but was it? She couldn't tell from here. At the time she imagined her skills and training had allowed her to see this creature, so she stepped quietly towards it. Each step made her heart flutter and sweat began to gather on her brow. She began to shake.
The form turned to face her and she immediately recognised it as the creature who had been terrorising the locals. "Don't let his appearance fool you, miss!" they had told her.
He looked at her with mock surprise when she came close enough to him to be illuminated in the small clearing. He didn't speak, only grinned. His teeth gleamed in the soft light, his arms seemed poised to pounce. But he didn't. He just stood there, his naked form still and beautiful in the night. Her eyes wandered despite her efforts to prevent them from doing so.
She reached out her hand and...
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Arianna shook her head. This was not the way to begin a hunting expedition, thinking such things. She knew this was the same creature she was after, they never caught him in the end. It appeared he had left a deliberate trail, one leading directly to this forest once again. This time Arianna was not on a mission to kill this beast for her masters. She had come here for personal matters, to seek revenge and slay the being for herself, for her own peace of mind. Her soul itched at the thought of him.
As she stood in the forest, in the core, alone, she heard nothing but silence. The silence was heavy, pulsing. She focused all her senses on her surroundings, but got nothing. It was as though she was blind and deaf, the only signs of her sight being still in tact were the slivers of silver moonlight along the forest floor.
Silence.
Nothing.
Crack.
A twig? She whirled around to look behind her only to be faced with a towering, dark form. Her breath caught in her throat and she stumbled backwards, her arms flailing for something to steady her. The shock writhed in her body and she heaved a hasty breath. Strong hands clamped around her upper arms and she was steady, leaning backwards, hanging over what was about to happen.
He leaned forward and pressed his face to her neck, inhaling her scent gratefully. He softly licked her throat and she gasped, losing herself once more. A gutteral growl escaped his throat as he released on of her arms and slid his hand down to her hip, gripping it tightly, hungrily.
He pulled his head back to look at her. He didn't speak, but he tilted his head and narrowed his eyes, revealing another grin, his teeth gleaming in the dim light. He was in human form, but Arianna knew what he was. He was naked and revealed a perfect form, toned and sturdy, unnatural strength possessing him. He was a werewolf, and a hungry one at that.
He jammed his leg between her thighs and pushed her to the ground. She landed with a thud, but it didn't matter. He lowered himself onto her, his erection growing between his legs, aching. Her eyes widened and she moaned, looking at it as hungrily as the beast himself looked upon her body. She pushed herself up on her elbows only to have him thrust his head to her throat again and growl, pushing her down with his large hands. He pinned her to the ground and lifted himself back up, looking at her again with narrow eyes, gauging her desires, her intentions.
Her mind returned to her and she struggled, growling herself now, and pulled on his grip. He held her tightly and sniffed again. He could smell it in her. It wasn't anger...it was fear. But it wasn't fear of him, no, that he had sensed previously. She felt fear of herself, of what she was capable of. His mouth twitched and a wicked smile played at the corners of his lips. He took her clothing to pieces with his desperate hands, aching and with a dire itch to scratch, on that he had held for a year.
She grunted at being exposed to him, and writhed in his grasp, her soft flesh at her core wet with anticipation. She dripped, wanting him more than anything, needing it. He lowered his head swiftly and licked her nipples, teasing them with his teeth and lips, sucking on them on the verge of being rough. She moaned softly, her lips parting and her back arching slightly under his weight. He growled again.
She thrust her hips upwards, her mind now completely shut down, only insticts taking over now. By this stage, he had lost himself in her entirely. He trailed his tongue down from her breasts and across her belly and lowered his head to her dripping centre. Her firm yet supple flesh smelled delicious, and as he flicked his tongue over her clit she moaned deeply, her entire body shivering from the sensation. The mist licked around their now naked bodies, showering tiny droplets of moisture on their skin. She shuddered.
As he dipped his tongue into the creases of her soft, sumptuous flesh, his cock began to grow and pulse. His body tingled with the sweet, sweet agony he felt growing in his groin. He had needed this. He had needed her body, needed to have her. He hungered for her.
She whimpered as he plunged his tongue inside her hot pussy, and she wriggled beneath his grasp. Her mind was gone, all that mattered now was the gorgeous pumping she felt in the tiny muscles of her equally tiny pussy. He licked and sucked on her, before he could no longer bear the burning in his groin, and he pulled himself back onto his haunches, his cock erect and threatening to burst.
One look at his throbbing erection and Arianna gasped. She swivelled her lithe body around and propped herself up on her hands, her beautiful breasts hanging beneath her arched body as she lay on her belly. She teased the head of his member with her soft tongue, flicking it and swirling her tongue around it. He groaned and threw his head back, grunting quietly with need.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he took the back of her head with his hand and clawed at it softly, stroking her neck and head, and pushed her downwards, his cock sliding threw her rose-coloured lips, slipping over that plump tongue and rubbing against the roof of her mouth. The taste drove her wild, and the sensation made him growl loudly. She pumped her head up and down his cock, sucking on it almost savagely. With each movement he grunted, groaning and stroking the back of her head, his cock throbbing. The pleasure was almost painful, the intensity on the verge of being too much.
She licked his shaft and grabbed his balls with one hand, continuing to support herself with the other. Her lips pressed tightly against his shaft, she massaged his large, aching balls between her fingers, rolling them over her hand as she sucked on his thick cock. The taste of him oozing into her mouth made her moan, and the vibrations shook his body madly.
He couldn't take it any longer. He grabbed her shoulders and plucked her from his cock. Moving behind her, he ran his hands down her spine and over her tight little rear, squeezing it softly on the way past. As he gripped her hips, she tilted them back, looking over her shoulder with narrow eyes and slightly parted lips, longing for him to be inside her.
He immediately obliged, leaning over her body, his cock slipped between her thighs and he thrust his hips forward. His wet member slipped on her dripping pussy and wet thighs, and he probed at her several times, grunting, until his cock found what it sought. The muscles around her pussy clamped the head of his cock tightly, which only made him more aroused. The resistance on his cock, the friction, it drove him past mad. With one thrust, his throbbing erection pushed into her tight little pussy and she cried out, moaning with the sweet ecstacy of that sensation.
His chest pressed against her shoulders, he slipped his hands beneath her firm little body and grabbed her breasts, rubbing them as he pumped his cock into her pussy, allowing her to milk it. Their juices mixed together, sweetly, oozing out of her pussy and down his cock. He thrust into her over and over, grunting with each time he rammed her soft walls. She moaned and groaned, her fingers clawing at the ground beneath them.
The dew falling from the mist made their bodies slip and slide over each other. He pulled his cock out and held it behind her before plunging deep inside her again, hitting her back wall and pushing. She moaned again, arching her back, her head meeting his shoulder behind her. He lowered his lips to her neck and nibbled soflty. Her nipples were firm beneath his palms, and he pulled both hands back to tweak them and squeeze them as he fucked her from behind, his animal side raw and passionate, primal instincts taking over him entirely.
She was responding well, he noticed. She started to growl, grunting in time with his thrusts. Both felt the pressure building and were unsure when to release. As he felt that sweet, tight sensation at the base of his shaft, he knew he would have to release soon. He removed his hands from her now firm breasts and grabbed her shoulders, pinning her to the forest-floor as he began to pound her pussy relentlessly, savagely. His beast within took full control of his body and he pumped his cock into her, and while he was just on the edge, her tiny pussy started to convulse and her entire body shook. The tiny hole clenched repeatedly around his cock and milked it, and as he pounded her he felt the pressure finally being released and it burst forth, splashing her walls with his cum.
She thrust her hips backwards against him, moaning with the pleasure she experienced, and felt the hot cum dribble from her pussy as it oozed down his shaft and over his already-wet balls. Panting like animals, they lay still for a moment, and he raised his head from her neck where it had remained for the majority of the evening. In their passion and desperation, he had bitten her...