Primal Desire
This is a short little mini story that is completely out in left field compared to what I've been working on over the past year. I just wanted to try something... different to get my creativity going again. Hope it is a good read.
Primal Desire
Written By: Spudz
The fire raged, chasing away the shadows of the besieging night. The flames danced their intricate dance to the rhythmic crackling of roasting wood, illuminating the small clearing in flickering amber light. As the darkness loomed in the surrounding stands of towering trees and foliage, a soothing veil of peace descended upon the camp, belying the passionate tension and restlessness that consumed the lonely fur, who found herself alone in such a time of need.
Frustrated... exhausted... consumed by feral desire, Na'via sprawled breathlessly atop her bedroll alongside the fire, staring up toward the stars as the wolf silently pleaded with the gods for their divine intervention. The day had been a long and trying ordeal, testing her willpower, seeking to break the last of her resolve. She didn't know how much longer she could bare such torture.
Desperately Na'via fought to resist the most powerful of her wolfish instincts... the insatiable desire to breed, the desire to mate with a potent male and quench the burning fire that raged within her body. There was nothing but the overwhelming need to mate.
It was the bane of every young adult female within the clan, the day that came once every winter cycle when a she-wolf became fertile and receptive to males for breeding. While the older, more seasoned, females gained better control of their instincts with the coming of age, younger wolves always fell victim to their baser feral desires during heat. Na'via had been no exception, when she found herself woefully caught up in the midst of her third heat cycle the previous morning.
Night had brought with it no reprieve for Na'via, as untamed hunger continued to dissolve away what shred of self-control she still retained. For hours she had pleasured herself to no avail, trying in vain to control her instincts. Her strikingly white fur stood bare to the crisp evening air, allowing the light of the fire to fully illuminate Na'via's modest feminine figure while she lay panting with need. The fur of her loins was thoroughly matted by her earlier efforts, the wolf's sweet arousal permeating the air... a scent that would have driven any male crazy.
Na'via's body was the subject of desire for many young males of the tribe. Unlike most females, the white wolf had become a hunter, able to hunt, fish, and trap with the best males of her age, traits that many young suitors found appealing. While she was nowhere near as strong as them, she could still hold her own in a fight against most males, and was equally proficient with any weapon used in combat. Her kin had often complained that her supple body was a ruse to lower her opponent's guard, something that had always amused Na'via to no end.
Ironically, here she was now, squirming about in the throes of a powerful heat, willing to raise tail for any wolf that happened upon her... and none of her suitors were anywhere to be found. And that was not by coincidence.
As was custom for Na'via's clan, any young female that entered into heat was isolated from the village until her cycle was over. By doing so, the elders hoped to maintain order, since a wolf's heat drove the younger males wild with lust. If the female wasn't isolated quickly, chaos ensued, and in some cases forced breeding occurred.
Na'via herself had very nearly been jumped by a young clansman as she had left the tribe. His tapered erection had been clearly visible beneath his breechcloth while he tried to mount her...
The thought of the aroused male jolted Na'via's own arousal to a new high. Whining helplessly, the wolf rolled onto her side, thrusting her hand between her legs to bury several fingers into her needing folds hungrily, her other hand moving up to massage the soft white fur of her breast.
Na'via squirmed and writhed atop her bedroll, trying desperately to sate her raging desire. Her golden wolfish eyes regarded the crackling fire before her, watching as the flames danced about, seemingly mocking her helpless situation as the shadows wavered about throughout the trees beyond. It just wasn't fair.
Although this was her third heat, Na'via had never mated with a male. The urge to feel the sensual touch of another for the first time upon her aroused body was overwhelming. Many a time, she had overheard the older females talk of the magnificent experience, and wondered just what it would be like to let a male mount her. Oh... how she wished to feel another take her virginity, to feel his strong and muscular form pressing ravenously up against her raised tail rhythmically with each animalistic stroke of his engorged length, filling her so perfectly...
Lying there alongside the fire, Na'via's hand continued frantically thrusting her fingers deep into her sex, understanding that her efforts were ultimately in vain. She toyed with the idea of sneaking back into the village. The desire to mate was just too much for the young wolf. She needed a potent male to sate her need now! To hell with courtship... she just couldn't take this anymore!
Abruptly, the white wolf froze, her ears suddenly perking up completely.
Something wasn't right.
For a tense moment, Na'via listened in rapt silence, her eyes sweeping across the surrounding tree line for any signs of movement. Removing her hand from her sex, the wolf slowly moved to sit upright on her bedroll. She sniffed the air carefully, her gaze never once leaving the tree line. Yes, something was definitely wrong, but what, she wasn't sure.
Still surveying the surrounding trees, Na'via got to her paws. Although she had no idea why, it felt like someone, or something, was watching her. There was no worse a feeling with the shadows enclosing her on all sides.
No signs of movement greeted her keen eyes anywhere along the tree line. No strange scents crossed her nose. The only sound audible to her ears was the steady crackling of the fire, accompanied by the far-off noise of a random creature moving about the forest in the night. Na'via exhaled through the sides of her muzzle anxiously. Obviously, her nerves were getting the better of her.
Still she elected to remain standing, all her senses on high alert for anything out of the norm. Giving the surrounding foliage a sweep with her gaze one last time, Na'via finally decided there was nothing to worry about.
However, just as the white wolf moved to sit once more, an explosion of noise suddenly erupted from just behind her, catching her completely by surprise.
Instinctively, Na'via's ears swiveled about toward the disturbance. Yet, before she even knew what was happening, the wolf's paws were already moving.
Pivoting about on one leg, she whirled around to find a black object sprinting directly at her. Before her adversary could react, Na'via expertly shifted her body's weight to the side, simultaneously directing her arm out toward the rushing opponent.
Immediately, the wolf's arm made contact, and promptly shoved her assailant to the side, forcing the forward rush of momentum away from her.
The quick defensive move by Na'via threw her opponent's rush off balance, deflecting the attack right by where she stood. Spinning about once more, she came to face her adversary, who had quickly recovered and reeled about to face her in the same manner.
He was a wolf, same as her, with fur as dark as the night that encircled the campfire. Holding a knife in hand, he regarded her with predatory eyes full of hunger, unnerving Na'via greatly.
This wasn't good.
Judging by the two stripes of red war paint evident across his upper arms, this male belonged to the neighboring clan across the river from her own tribe. However, this was her clan's territory. Why was this hunter here now?
Even worse, the rucksack containing all of Na'via's belongings, including her own knife, was sitting on the other side of the fire. There was no way she could make a move for it without giving up whatever advantage she might have had. The fact that she was also completely naked, save for her fur, only made the situation worse.
In the ensuing silence that followed, both wolves stared one another down, each weighing their opponent carefully as equal combatants.
Finally though, the male did something completely unexpected; he threw his knife to the ground. Taking a deep whiff of the air with his eyes closed, he inhaled the intoxicating scent of a female in heat, before his predatory eyes once more settled on his prey. The silence continued as the male then slowly began to remove his breechcloth, causing Na'via to gasp softly to herself.
The black wolf was certainly a sight to behold, with a sculpted body that was indicative of a hunter. However, the sight of his fully erect canine malehood, glistening with his arousal in the dancing shadows, made Na'via's heart race. Her heat longed to have that wonderful length filling her aching sex so perfectly.
Shaking her head, the she-wolf tried to subdue her feral cravings. There was no way Na'via was going to let this hunter from another clan take her as his bitch. She would fight him with everything she had.
She just couldn't let him get the upper hand.
Slowly the two wolves circled one another; with Na'via's brilliantly white fur contrasting drastically to the male's shadowy black. Carefully she eyed his movements, muzzle curled up in a silent snarl, trying to judge when he would strike. All the while, the fire continued to burn intensely, illuminating the two opponents with its amber glow.
Still circling, Na'via's attention inadvertently settled down between his muscular thighs, to his canine length standing fully erect in the fire's light, the partially swollen crimson knot clearly visible to her eye. She just couldn't tear her gaze away.
Seeing her attention slip, the male surged toward his prey, golden eyes locked on her own. It just happened too fast. She had no time to react.
Panicking, Na'via swung with her opened hand, claws extended in a vain effort to fend off the wolf's advance. However, her attack proved useless, as her adversary's speed was startlingly quick for a hunter of his size.
Na'via yelped with both pain and surprise as he impacted squarely into her body, knocking the wind out of the white wolf, her own attack missing completely. Before she could gather her senses, the male's forward momentum knocked her completely off balance, causing both to fall onto the grass forcefully.
Na'via nearly blacked out as the full weight of his body came crashing down upon her.
There was confusion... disorientation... her vision became blurry...
Fighting to regain her awareness, the wolf suddenly came back to the here and now... causing her to freeze with horror.
Na'via found herself lying on her back, completely sprawled out across the grass. To her outright terror, the male's body had her pinned to the ground, while both her arms were restrained by his firm grasp.
However, her true fear came from the unmistakable feeling of her opponent's fangs lightly pressing up against her exposed throat, threatening to kill her at any moment.
Terror-stricken by her sudden vulnerability, Na'via tensed up, eliciting a menacing growl of warning from the male as he continued to hold her at his mercy.
The fight was over before it had even begun. There was nothing she could do.
Finally understanding her fate, Na'via forcefully relaxed her body once more. The only sound was that of the white wolf's ragged breathing, accompanied by the ever-present taunting crackle of the fire.
She was now his, for him to do with what he pleased...
Na'via could feel the male's rock hard erection pressing up against her inner thigh, tantalizingly close to her burning sex. His body continued to push down firmly against her own, allowing his warmth to penetrate through her fur as the black wolf dominated her completely. Instinctively, she arched her back without realizing it, pressing her supple breasts up against his body, taking on her submissive role.
The wolf above her uttered a growl once more, although this time with growing arousal. He knew now that he had won the fight, and could enjoy the spoils of the victory to his heart's content. There were no other males to interfere, no clan rituals to uphold, no elders to appease with empty favors... this gorgeous wolf, who happened to be at the apex of a strong and intoxicating heat, was all his to mate passionately with. Slowly, the male released his hold on her two arms, keeping his fangs gently pressed up against her exposed throat while he continued to assert his dominance.
Na'via made no move to fight his hold. Instead, she tried desperately to steady her breathing, which grew more heated the longer he kept his muscular form pressed up against her own feminine figure. She could feel her self-control slipping, her more primal instincts once more overwhelming her awareness.
Enjoying her obedience, the black wolf brought a hand up to slowly work his fingers through her supple stomach fur, tracing the probing digits gently across the contours of her slender form, relishing her every labored breath. Downward further his hand caressed through her silky fur, until quickly reaching inviting warmth.
Na'via's sharp drawing of breath, coupled with a soft murr of pleasure, greeted his ears as the male plunged his fingers deep into her heated sex rudely, savoring her arousal... anticipating the pleasure to come when he mounted the white wolf. Her virginity was incredibly tight around his invading fingers, sending a chill down his spine.
Writhing about, Na'via let out a tortured whine of need, her willpower now all but gone. Satisfied, the male released his hold of her throat, pleased to see her panting with desire. His erection pulsed heavily with the need to satisfy his own hunger, yet still he held off with claiming his prize.
Instead, the male shifted his body to Na'via's modest breast, teasing the tender pink nipple into beautiful hardness with powerful strokes of his tongue, his probing digits never relenting in their assault on her tortured sex.
Na'via whined and murred to every sensual caress of her body, muzzle parted, tongue lolled while he explored her most intimate areas zealously. The will to fight was all but forgotten. This is what her body so desperately craved... finally... she could experience the satisfaction of being filled by a male's wonderful seed. Nothing else mattered anymore.
After a few moments of teasing her beautiful nipples, the black wolf grew tired of toying with his bitch. Deliberately, he removed himself from atop her, allowing Na'via to once more gaze hungrily upon his throbbing malehood; the two furry orbs nestled beneath cradling his potent seed that she so desired.
Panting lightly, Na'via understood what the male wanted as he stood over her prone form, his dominance absolute.
Silently, the white wolf rolled over on the grass, moving to stand on hands and knees, her hindquarters presented to her alpha prominently. Tail flagged high, she then looked back at him expectantly, pleading with her golden eyes, panting with tongue lolled out the side of her muzzle.
In an instant, he was upon her, his earlier patience all but forgotten. Forcefully spreading her legs apart, the male growled deeply in lust, his pulsing erection rubbing against Na'via's moist folds as he swiftly mounted her from behind.
Na'via waited with bated breath, feeling the black wolf looming over her.
The last shred of his control lost, the male violently thrust forward, smashing his hips against her, plunging his aching erection fully within the she-wolf to take her virginity in one forceful act.
Na'via cried out in both pain and pleasure, as she was mated for the first time. Her virgin sex embraced the black wolf firmly, holding his hips flush against her quivering rump as he groaned from the intense wave of pleasure that washed over him.
Slowly, ever so slowly, the male withdrew from her, grasping her haunches tightly before viciously thrusting forward once more, his hips slapping up against the white wolf forcefully.
Na'via yelped, the discomfort of her first mating unexpected, yet primitively satisfying. With his pace rapidly building to a steady rhythm, she began to push back, the pain quickly melting away into a euphoria that clouded her awareness with each violent thrust against her haunches.
Her breath came sharp and quick following each powerful plunge from the male, her cries of pleasure intermingled with the raucous slurping and sucking of their mating, the wolf's abused sex squeezing his crimson malehood greedily.
The male's pace grew faster... harder. His thrusts became swift and maddened. Snarling he wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, his knot beginning to swell.
Obscenely, Na'via pushed back against his frenzied thrusts hungrily, feeling the bulge inflating at the base of his canine erection, his tapered tip prodding deep within her wonderfully on each impassioned stroke.
His knot entered her abused sex one final time, before swelling fully to lock the mating wolves together. Without rhythm, he pounded himself repeatedly into her, much like his feral ancestors. His hips bucked against her haunches wildly, forcing his engorged member within his bitch deeper still.
Na'via cried out again as the male's swollen erection stretched her virgin folds mercilessly, seemingly threatening to tear her apart. Her body craved his release, working desperately to bring the male to a beautiful climax. She could feel him beginning to tense up above her... they were both so close!
The world around the black wolf suddenly tunneled inward, as he uttered a deep snarl of untamed pleasure, ramming his hips against her abused haunches with all his might one desperate final time. Teeth clenched, eyes screwed shut, his erection jerked powerfully within her, spurting thick ropes of his seed deep into her waiting sex.
Na'via howled, her own world abruptly crashing down upon her in a torrent of overwhelming ecstasy. She joined the male at the height of glorious release, her inner walls mercilessly squeezing his length. Completely overcome by her powerful climax, the male continued to pump jet after jet of his thick cum within her virgin folds, filling her so wonderfully.
Na'via's head collapsed onto the soft grass of the forest clearing as her arms gave out, her howl of overwhelming rapture melting into a long voluptuous murr. She relished how he trembled uncontrollably above her, his labored breath escaping in pants.
For an infinite moment, the forest around the mating wolves remained absolutely still, with both basking in the shear bliss of their release.
All was right in the world...
Finally coming down from her peak, all of the energy left Na'via suddenly, causing her body to go slack with exhaustion.
Much to her surprise, her lover carefully cradled her weight with his arms. Slowly he lowered the both of them down sideways onto the soft grass alongside the fire, his swollen knot holding the two wolves together closely.
The dominance of the male was now gone, replaced instead by the affectionate black wolf that now wrapped himself tenderly around her form from behind, his hot and heavy breath wafting across her sensitive ear as they both panted strenuously from their coupling. She couldn't help but utter a murr of contentment, feeling his presence nuzzled up closely against her.
With the burning desire of her heat satisfied, but still not fully sated, Na'via watched the flames of the fire dance before her vision. She didn't know the name of her lover, or his intentions for venturing out into the forest on this night... nor did she care.
Tonight, she would enjoy the company of this mysterious male, who would go on to mate passionately with her several more times throughout the night to come. She cared not for the repercussions, as his seed now coated her womb thickly, satisfying her arousal and marking the beginning of a whole new chapter in the wolf's life. Instead, she simply enjoyed the comforting heat of the fire, as well as the closeness of her newly found mate.