Low Tide - Part I
Well, hello again. This story is not for kids. If you are one, go away. This story contains adult situations as well as a good deal of old-school smut.
As always, if you like this story, please write me at [email protected] I've tried to go a little more story and a little less sex in this one, so tell me what you think.
This story takes place after the ceremony in "Kendri's Tail", also by me and on this site.
Low Tide: Part I
This was bliss - there was no other way to define it.
Her hands held her little one gently to her greyfurred breast, crooning with pleasure as the little girl's lips closed about her teat, drinking gently of warm, lupine milk.
The were-bitch known as Summer stretched out under the tree, ebon-clawed toes curling at the end of powerfully musculed legs. Those legs were overly lupine in appearance, and capable of transitioning from two to four legged locomotion in an instant. Her strong, slender arms ended in nimble humanlike hands, palms padded like the paws of her four-legged cousins.
For what seemed like ages, Summer had held her daughter on every full moon when the pack gathered to socialize and to mate. Her tongue had lolled in delight as the child's sire - the pack's alpha male, no less! - led the pink-skinned, little naked one to sit in her lap and nestle to her mother's bosom. The human pup drank deep of her sweet mother's milk and ate of the rich, raw rabbit meat masticated by her mother, muzzle pressing to her child's small human mouth as she swallowed the offering gratefully. The little human girl was wholly content in the bitch's loving embrace.
She was the only one that remained in the wood between moons, honing her hunting technique on the rabbits and voles that inhabited the wood, courting the true wolves and stray dogs that shared the forest with her when she burned with heat. She lived in the moment, as all beasts do, celebrating at the pack's every visit.
Tonight, however, something was differant. She saw her mate in heated discussion with his lieutenants from the corner of her eye as she watched the other pups play with her daughter to insure they weren't too rough with the human cub.
Abraham, her mate, cast his gaze upon her as she smiled to him, her smile unreturned by the massive wolf, his sanguine pelt shining in the moonlight. Something was on his mind, something troubling.
"Beloved?", she asked, throat rumbling as she spoke her pack's soft cant. "What troubles you?"
Abe moved to sit on his haunches next to her, dragging his claws affectionately through the thick fur of her side. "The Hunters may have found us.", he replied. "Willow scented them in the vicinity while she changed this evening; the stink of their gun's oil and the metal of those blades they use is upon the air."
Summer whined softly as her golden eyes met those of her mate's. "Surely, we can defeat them, love. They are so few, and the pack has grown large between moons."
Abe halfsmiled as his paw slid through Summer's flowing mane. "We will try. We are going to take... steps to prevent confrontation.", he murmured, turning away for a moment and rubbing at his eyes, taking in a deep breath. "Worry not about such things, my Summer. As long as you keep watch over our wood, we will be safe."
The she-wolf licked her lips in thought as she lay back in the grass, resting her hands behind her head and stretching out with her legs before her, clawed toes curling at the ends of her wide paws. "I've been out here for so much time between moons - surely it is time for another brother or sister to take up the watch."
Abe rolled over to slip atop her, straddling her waist as he leaned down to kiss her. "You, my beloved, are the best hunter and the most skilled tracker of the pack. Surely, we would be at disadvantage for anyone else to take your place." He slipped a suede-soft padded finger over Summer's right breast, a trickle of milk slipping forth as he teased her dark nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "Let us speak no more of such things for now. Luna shines in all her majesty, and I burn for you.", he whispered, lowering himself to embrace her as the heat of his malehood unsheathed against her belly, the sensitive red flesh marking her belly with a stripe of his slick desire.
Abraham's strong arms held Summer as they lay in the tall, soft grasses. He lowered his head to nuzzle at a soft breast, his warm black lips slipping about a dark teat to sample her rich milk.
"I treasure you.", he whispered, her only reply a breathy gasp as his thick, inhuman shaft slowly slipped within her, stretching her deliciously. He continued whispering his adoration as he moved against her, thrusting quickly, deeply within the slick, clinging walls of her sex.
His rational mind gave way to bestial instinct as his tapered shaft rutted faster and faster within her. his claws dragging down along her sides. Abe's sharp teeth nipped at the loose skin of her neck in a series of lovebites, whining pleasurably as the thick knot as the base of his malehood swelled huge, locking deep within her soft passage. He held her tightly, tongue laving over her lips for what seemed an eternity - and then he came, shaft pulsing as copious lupine seed poured forth into the warm, ready, vessel of his mate. Their heads raised as one, and they howled together in a shared climax, singing their praises to Luna above.
Summer held her male tight, her tongue lolling as he tugged at their join, nipping at the furred skin of his neck and shoulders. "Abraham?", she murmured. "Promise me that my tenure here will end soon. I wish to come live with you and our child."
Abe didn't meet her gaze as he rubbed his cheek to hers. "Alas, I cannot promise you that, beloved. Although I am the alpha, dear one, I must listen to my compatriots for the best interests of the pack." He leaned in to kiss her once more. "Sometimes, beloved - sometimes we must do things for the greater good, even if they destroy us inside."
They laid there quietly, enjoying the intimacy afforded by the tie as the moment lingered, watching their packmates enjoy each other in celebration of their goddess.
It was just about daybreak as the pack began to depart, to return to their humanity until the next full moon.
"May you fare well until Luna's glory next fills the sky, beloved.", said Summer, kissing Abe's lips once more as he took his daughter in his arms.
"I will miss you more than you can imagine.", replied Abe, tongue touching affectionately over her cheek before he turned to leave with the rest of the pack.
The she-wolf stood silently until she was alone again, sighing softly as she fell forwards, easily making the transition to four legs. She padded to her favourite tree, and turned about thrice, coming to rest beneath its branches, against the trunk. She drifted off to sleep lightly, as was always the case. She remained somewhat tense, prepared to spring if any of the hated Hunter clan were to enter and contaminate the sanctity of her forest.
Summer woke with a start, blinking in the darkness. Something was wrong. The scents about her had been muted as if someone was pressing a paw over her nose, and the ground was curiously soft under her, A peculiar sensation against her body. Her fingers brushed something in the darkness, and she gasped as light flooded the area. She was in a room furnished in a spartan manner, beneath the plain white sheets of a bed. A thin hospital nightgown had been wrapped about her body, constraining her form.
A soft growl escaped her throat as she raised her paws to remove it, and gasped to see the slender, furless digits that had replaced her paws. Something had forced her to revert to humanity, against her will.
"The Hunters.", she muttered. "'You bastards, I'll get you for this." She gazed at her hand, and willed the Change, mind and soul commanding the shifting of her delicate form back into the powerful bitch.
Nothing happened.
She blinked as she continued to look at her small, human hands, and started the mental litany again. In the midst of it, she happened to raise her head to gaze into the mirror on the facing wall. Her subvocalized mantra halted as her eyes met eyes of deepest green, set in a wholly human, and horribly familiar face.
Xiomaro Sangre's sorrowful cry resonated throughout the halls of the hospital. It was a poor substitute for the howl she could no longer make.
-To Be Continued-