Feral Tease
There is only one word for this season in the simple language of the timber wolves, breed. It was mating season, and that is where my problem begins. I've always been different and it became even stranger when I did not produce my first heat. It was frustrating and I was ignored, but I am worried now, it's been long since I have been fertile and the males are beginning to ease in more than I'd like. Usually I'm ignored by males of all sorts but since the season began my brothers have been on high alert. I pretty much hired them, giving them the first pickings of my meals each hunt to keep the rogues off me. They did there job well until my oldest brother was crowned alpha and now I'm running from him too.
Mother and father don't help in the least, and it doesn't help me feel more comfortable that I have 6 foot tall wolves chasing after me at every turn. There's a scent about me, they've been saying and it's driving the unmated males around me mad with sexual lust. I stay away from pack meetings and though day by day it has become more difficult to function in the pack somehow I still manage. I don't know how, but somehow I'll get through this alive, even if it means I have to let one of them take me...
Kala rested her head on a nice pelt she'd been using for the past few months to supply her with the equal warmth her family supplied themselves. She hated being different, they always say it's a good thing but it's not when your with a pack of anthro timber wolves, isolated in the depths of a forest in the mountains. She smiled, finally the day had ended and she could sleep in the den she's found for herself, it had been a rough evening, she had to constantly stay hidden in the brush and had her youngest brother, who was somehow not swayed by her luscious scent, bring her food. She had thought she could pull everything off, it'd be a cinch.
But of course it wasn't soon enough she was caught by a rogue male in search of scraps,
The male closed in his head jerking in every direction, as if a war was continuing in his brain. He took in a deep breath and there he spotted me, a delicious little sitting duck. He licked his chops and I could see his enlarging erection as he looked at me with longing. My own body was beginning to react, the hormones driving into my brain, leaving an imprint of everything I should feel. My return feeling of want for intercourse was exhilarating to me. Had I gone insane? All I was to him was a fuckable piece of meat. I rebelled against the want, the longing inside me, finding it more difficult then I'd thought. He was grabbing at me, his calloused pads grazed my exposed breast. That drove him on edge and he pushed me back to the ground, pulled into his beast. He began the slow pleasurable process of mating for the sub-species we were. He licked my breasts with great care, making sure each one was covered in an equal amount of saliva. It was a reaction but I could feel the wanting in me slip away as he became more violent, unable to hold the ritual to code. He licked more fiercely, I wanted to yell out, get help from my brothers. But what good would it do? They would be absorbed in my scent as well. I had to think of something and I looked around, he was slowly licking down my body toward the small piece of cloth that I wrapped around my waist. I could feel his pleasured growls as he was pleased with my small frail form. He gripped my waist and pulled the lower half of me to an angle, I couldn't let him, not now! I kicked his face, frantic as I tried to free myself from his grip. I kicked repeatedly until I heard him cry out. He let me go dropping me to the ground. I scrambled up and away as fast as my feet could grip the slippery leaves beneath me.
She had recited the tail in her head over and over and it occurred to her how frail she was, here she was a small female, 5'5" against males over 6 feet she didn't stand a chance and her encounter today was by luck. Next time she might not have her legs free in time to kick them away. She snuggled into the pelt closely, her breasts aching from the males violent licking, he had shook them with each powerful lick and his tongue had squeezed them every uncomfortable direction. She massaged them gently in her hands and then laid on them gently as she slept on the fur.
She had nightmares of the next day and what it brought, she saw herself raped time and time again by the ferocious male. He would pound himself into her until she bled and still wouldn't stop. When she was disabled by his forceful thrusts he would lick her thoroughly and mark her with his seed. She awakened to this, it hadn't occurred to her, what if she did get caught and was forced to mate? She couldn't handle the pups. It was a fear that plagued her, you don't mate for no reason after all.
She massaged her breasts one final time, and then wrapped the fur around her. She slipped into the dim light of dawn to her mother's den and nudged her lightly, with a gentle whine that her father was oblivious to. Her mother was awakened instantly and she pleaded with her to hunt early, she explained she'd been getting food from Tao to avoid the males of the pack. The mother agreed nuzzling Kala with care of her fragile form. Soon they were off, she kept pace with her mother easily, and she had trained herself to run with the pack, they still seemed to slow for her though. Soon enough they were off pack territory on the trail of a lone doe that slept nearby.
She stopped for a moment, a rustling began in the brush and she took her knife from a small skin sheath on her hip. She walked with silence toward the sound, and just before she struck where the rustling began. A paw whipped out and grasped bother her wrists. A large male pulled himself from the brush.
"No sense in that is there, stabbing a wolf while his unarmed and unaware, ain't it girly." He gave her a wolfish grin and she dropped the knife, which he caught in his free hand and slid back to her waist. He seemed to make sure he brushed against her curves as he slid the weapon back into it's sheath. He took in a deep breath and then sighed, releasing it, as a workingman does at the end of the day. "The truth is little lassie, I've been following a delicious scent since I've been here, who would have though it's be a human." He spoke his words with a deep accent but he seemed disappointed above all.
"Human?" she questioned and his eyebrow quirked at her questioning of the simple word.
"Yes, that is what you are girly, the finest I've seen, I've never smelled one that has appealed to me in this way before." The corner of his lips twitched. She could tell he was battling himself, just like all the others, but judging by how he hadn't lost it yet he seemed to have a lot of self control.
"What are you talking about, there are no humans here!" she seemed to be getting angry at his accusations and she'd probably slap him once he let go of her.
" Oh really now, so if you're a wolf, as you think you are then where's your fur and claws, and tail?" he grinned his triumphant as instant as it was and his sleek black fur shimmered under the rising sun.
"I was born different is all it happens, I can still run and hunt and howl, so I'm a wolf!" she was beginning to yell, the male gave a half snarl at the noise.
"I highly doubt it, you don't share anything a wolf has, just because you can screech, eat, and trip over your own two feet doesn't mean your one of us, anything can do that!" it was his turn to get frustrated by their quarrel, he had gotten closer and now held himself but inches from her. Her arms ached considerably, she wanted to continue the argument, but she was in no place to she realized.
"I am a wolf what will it take to prove it?" she asked her voice lowering considerably, she was ready to do anything that proved it, she had to prove it. She was no human! Right?
"You shouldn't be trying to prove things to strangers." He chuckled as she wiggled he finally remembered how he held her and dropped her wrists. She rubbed her sore wrists and then he stopped her and massaged them in his own. She realized how good it felt, he could easily break both her hands in his but he was so gentle. "Sorry love." He gave her a wolfish grin and then flickered his tail, he looked over the horizon, by now the sun had risen considerably.
"Damn!" she hissed under her breath, she had forgotten about mother and the hunt, as she was interrupted by her grumbling stomach. "I have to go or I'll starve!" she said slipping from his hands and running, leaving the questioning male. He simply shook his head and slipped through the trees into deep shadow. She burst into the clearing searching frantically, whining in a high pitch so that only mother would hear. "Mother" she whispered and then her mother appeared, the doe in her jaws.
"What is it Kala? I brought you the doe, take it back to your den before the pack can smell it or you'll never get anything to eat." Mother was at her side instantly poking her gently in the ribs with her nose. Kala nodded and gripped the doe in her hands and began to drag it towards the edge of the territory, the pack was already awake and making their rounds, she had enough time to make it. She dragged it inside and flung it in as she waved to her mother who bolted for her own den to explain everything to her mate about her disappearance.
Kala slipped inside and ripped open the carcass using the wound her mother left then pulled it open with her hands. What the male had said had actually bothered her way of life. She gave a frustrated grunt, avoiding the bone knife sheathed at her side. She knew she couldn't stomach the raw meat, another frustrating fact. She made a small fire with a rock and piece of metal she'd found at a camp where humans had dared to come so close. She forked the pieces of meat with sticks and cooked it one or two pieces at a time. Pulling it off the stick with her teeth, and chewing, savoring each piece.
When she had her fill she saved some for later in a small skin pouch she placed deep in her den, it was better not to risk it being scented by the others. She hid in the brush, as she'd done before, but made sure to keep closer watch and back away when they came to close. She peaked out of her hide away and spotted the black furred male from before. He was speaking to the alpha, her brother and he was grabbing the attention of every available female but one, Kala. She ignored him completely, how dare he accuse her of being a human!
He looked up quickly and she met his gaze, the edges of his lips curled up quickly before he turned back to the alpha. She shivered for a moment and then the pack dispersed, she was relieved and walked on back towards her den. She'd sit down and figure out what to do about this situation, that became more and more difficult. It wasn't long before a thick arm wrapped around her waist, a deep voice whispered in her ear, destroying her thought of the gentle male playing a cruel game.
"You smell even better than yesterday, don't worry I'll make sure to hold you down better this time." He chuckled and his breath on her neck was heavy and deep, making her shiver all over. She was about to protest but it was in vain as he pushed her down violently holding her limbs in both hands, grinning. "We've already been through part of the ritual, how about we just skip that part, eh?" he smiled cruelly and realization flooded over her dead brained response to his brutal attack.
She soon was pulling at her restraints trying to free herself, he began where he left off the day before, licking down her lithe body, stopping at the tiny cloth around her. He gave another grin, like a child with a new toy he's always wanted. He took the simple cloth in his teeth and slid it along his teeth until it made a horrible snap and he began to lick her thigh. She struggled more against the male, she gave a grunt warning whine that usually repelled males from females who weren't in the mood. He simply laughed and began up her inner thigh stopping just before her core.
He looked up at her and took a small lick as she gave another grunt, her whole body shivering, she wanted it all to stop. He took another long lick before his tongue slipped inside, her whines became moans, but they had hard edges and she shivered in between. He was done quickly with his scouting, pulled his tongue back in. He gave her another malevolent grin and then placed his legs between hers, releasing his grasp, making sure to disarm her before hand. He held himself inches away supported by his now free hand on the forest floor. He licked his lips and he nipped her neck lightly, still leaving imprints of teeth. She was tired of it.
"Let go, stop!" she said struggling more fiercely.
"Why would I do that?" he chuckled, now she could feel his erection growing against her inner thigh and she froze in fear. Then there was a deep rumbling growl behind them, there was a deep vibration of a return growl from the male and he turned his head to see who he was addressing. As soon as he had his ears flew back and he crawled away, tail between his legs. Kala looked up to see the black furred male give a vicious snarl at the male who retreated.
"You alright lass? That bastard didn't..." he trailed off looking into her eyes, avoiding a quick glance at the rest of her exposed body that lay out before him.
"I'm fine, no. You interrupted, thank god." She sat up and wrapped her arms around her body, shivering. He was there in 3 strides and sat beside her, not sure if she wanted to be touched just yet.
"I thought I heard you tell him no." he said looking at where the male had left with disgust.
" Yes, but this happens often, they can't control themselves." She still shivered wrapping her lower half in the fur. It was embarrassing to have him see her this way, and she waited for his crack about how if she had been a wolf she could have defended herself.
"When he kept at it after that, I wanted to kill him, something told me to spill his guts all over. But seeing you there, that look on your face, I couldn't leave you to go kill him." he looked over at her face that was looking down, not even turned in his direction. He sighed deeply and looked around them as if getting ready to rip the next male that even looked at her the wrong way. This protective instinct was strange, he realized. What made him want to protect her?
She continued to shiver, her embarrassment was still fresh, she was ashamed he had to see her like that, maybe she was human. She still felt a kind of safety with the black furred male. He sighed and edged closer he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pulled her to his chest.
"Don't worry love I'll protect you." He said in a calm tone in her ear, it instantly relieved her, she laid back, comfortable against his chest. He scooped her up in his arms, "Shall we go then?" he said as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He walked quickly to her den and set her down. He turned to leave but stopped as she grabbed his hand.
"What if he comes back? Then what will I do?" she said, looking for excuses to make him stay a little longer.
"Then I guess spending the night will ease the thought eh?" he chuckled and slipped inside examining it thoroughly. "Not bad lassie." He said reassuring her. She smiled quickly and then placed the fur from around her to the floor. Her body was sleek and a deep golden tan, complimenting blue eyes, that reflected what little light there was.
"What are you doing in these lands?" she questioned him securing the broken piece of cloth into a not that would hold until it was replaced.
"As I said this morning I was following the luscious scent of a female," he didn't fail to look over every inch of her exposed flesh now and she blushed quickly turning away. "When I arrived the beta challenged me, he wasn't that difficult to defeat, when I was offered the new beta position I figured I'd keep an eye on you." He gave her a wolfish grin and she had turned back.
"So your staying then?" she asked him trying to hide the hope in her voice, remembering how she felt around him and a part of her hating herself for it.
"Would you like me to leave then?" he was already to the entrance in a single stride and she had to run to stop him. She wrapped her arms around his left forearm. She looked up from the hold, her breasts, still sore from before were pressed against him without her simple realization. He took in a deep breath and shook his head several times before he gained control. "All right lass just don't hold me that way or I'll do something brash. It's hard when you smell like you do love." He held his head with a clawed hand massaging his forehead as she slipped off his arm. She was more excited that he was staying then she would have liked and it scared her a bit.
"Where would you like to sleep then?" she asked him her hand opened, palm up slid across the cavern, gesturing the available space.
"Where else? If I'm protecting you I need to be close right?" he smiled teasingly and this comforted Kala more.
"Fine, but don't eve think about screwing me in my sleep, the last thing I need is a horn dog in bed." She said jokingly.
"I'll have to sleep on that one hun." He said with a gentle wink and followed her to where she lay down. He lay beside her breathing heavily. He felt a light shiver run through her as the cold night entered. He sighed and slid his arm around her pulling her to his chest. She was confused at first but didn't complain as she began to heat up just by his simple touch. He twisted a loop of her auburn hair around a digit, breathing in every scent her body offered.
He had to stop himself at one point; he could feel himself become hard with a deep lingering want for her. He gave a low inaudible grunt and then followed her steady breathing and soon fell asleep at her side.
The morning came later and as the early morning sun came into view he was awake rubbing her hips lightly, tracing her curves with a digit. He placed his muzzle on the side of her neck taking a deep breath.
"Good morning lassie, no boogie men came last night, not after they got a good whiff of me anyway." He chuckled lightly and he could feel her awaken, she turned and met his deep amber gaze.
"You stayed, no wonder sleeping was so pleasant." She said without the realization of her dreamy sigh that followed. She could hear him chuckle and she snuggled closer facing him on her side now. He wrapped his arm around her and she could smell him, a deep forest smell, pine, fur, and a large variety of trees and plants. He rubbed circles on her back gently as if tracing them from a mental image.
"I'm glad you slept well, it was harder with you right there smelling so delicious." He placed his muzzle in her long curls and took in a deep breath.
"Sorry." She whispered, the small sound muffled and he chuckled lightly.
"I could imagine sleeping, or trying to sleep any other way." He said with a soft smile they remained there for a few moments before he released her at the sound of his grumbling stomach. "Chow time it seems, I'll go get us something." She stopped him and he turned to her.
"Don't worry about me, I've got some but it's not something you'd like, I have to cook it, you best go and hunt." He looked over at the small pack of meat and stuck his long snout in her hair once more.
"All right then, stay here, and wait for me ok?" he said touching his broad forehead to hers. She nodded and he rose, almost hitting the ceiling of the cavern. He was out and off before another word could escape her lips and she walked to the small skin pouch of cooked meat. It was cold but still had a nice flavor, she bit into it and it took some pulling and ripping but she managed to pull off small pieces before he got back with a large carcass. He smiled at her, his razor teeth covered in blood but she just laughed. He laughed too and sat beside her watching her rip and pull until her jaw was tired from the strain. He grabbed the chunk of meat and began pulling it a part in large chunks, as easily as breaking a twig. He took a piece and told her to open up. He carefully slid it in her mouth. "There now, no wonder your so skinny, you can't even eat right." He wiped the blood on an invisible shirt sleeve and sighed lightly.
She smiled and laughed a bit chewing and swallowing the first before he slid another in her mouth, by the third she licked his fingers lightly, still tasting the smoked flavor of the cooked meat. He chuckled, which he did often and pulled his hand away.
"Watch it there lassie, you'll drive me crazy." He paused for a moment and then looked at her more closely, "I can't say I got your name, I don't think we made that exchange quite yet." He grinned. "M'names Conan." He said stating it with a gentle smile.
"Kala" she said plainly.
"Ahh, a lovely name for such a lass." He said playfully kissing the back of her hand. She giggled lightly and then they had finished eating. She sighed and leaned against him closing her eyes and running her hands down his thickly muscled arms.
"You said you have trouble with control when your around me right?" she asked him and hugged his arm close, he turned to face her and dipped his head in a nod, it seemed rueful. She rubbed his arm, the feel of his soft black fur on her face and still the deep scent of forest that covered every inch of him was lovely. "Your so careful, I wish you wouldn't be." Her voice sounded dreamy, and she closed her eyes.
"I'm afraid I'll hurt you if I do that love. I couldn't live with myself afterward." Moving his free arm over his chest to lightly stroke her hair.
"I don't think you will, I trust you." Her words were firm, she gazed up at him, her deep blue eyes reflecting his every want and need back at him. It was hard to keep control, he didn't know how long he could stand it for. He wouldn't let himself stoop to the level of that other brute. He had to keep control, but god damn it, her scent was intoxicating. Before he could catch himself he pulled his arm away and laid her down. He supported himself on his forearm and looked into her eyes as if trying to find a way out.
"I cou-" she had wrapped her hand around his muzzle and smiled reassuringly.
"I trust you completely, don't hold back for my sake." She released her grasp and kissed him lightly. He nipped her neck lightly not making any comment to her words, lost in her scent. He licked up the side of her neck slowly and forced himself to be gentle. He started down her body slowly, licking her gently. She leaned back, arching her back towards him. He stopped at her breasts remembering the other male and he gave her a look, turning his head away. She seemed disappointed. "What's wrong? Don't stop..." he sighed and she looked at him questioningly. Confused, obviously.
"I feel no better than the rest of them. Love, I just can't put you through it, I think about it, your scent goes against my better judgment." He looked at her, his large amber eyes, spoke of his needed but he held it all back.
"Your much better than the others, don't ever compare yourself to them." She smiled at him and lifted a hand to his chin. She turned his head to her, more easily than she thought. She kissed him lightly, and the small spark, became a flame.
He was back to it a few seconds later, licking every inch of her well rounded breasts, stomach and inner thighs. It wasn't enough that her pleasurable moans echoed to his ears in the cavern, or that her skin became hot to the touch. No, not until he could tease her no longer, with long patient licks to her core. He licked her walls repeatedly; making sure no reachable part of her was not touched, with the gentle caress of his long salmon colored tongue. In moments he could hear her heavy breathing, or was that his own?
He gazed at her before whispering in her ear, softly but he could hide the deep pleasurable rumble he made. "Can I have you? As mine?" he asked her, his words like melting chocolate in her ears. He slid his paws to her breasts massaging each one running his thumb over each erect nipple. He grasps them, lightly squeezing, as if he was pumping them. He kissed her neck, so delicate to him, he treated her like a rose, to much force and the petals will fall away. Then what will you have to convince your mistress to have make-up sex? He let a hand fall, running a digit over her slim stomach, her pleasured heaves made him chuckle. He ran his digit around the lips of the soft mound, slowly putting on pressure before they caved in and he could feel her tense muscles. She was wet and ripe, and of course his favorite, ready.
He did a firm check running his digit along each side, testing the tense muscles, she could hold him, maybe if he was careful, she could take him all in, only if he didn't stay long. He could feel the erection throbbing, it had been elongating for the last half hour, and now that he knew she was ready. He had never heard her definite answer just pleasurable moans. He whispered the same phrase in her ear again this time he nibbled her ear teasingly.
"Yes, please, god! GOD!!" she was gasping for breath and a smirk crossed his lips, but he didn't continue.
"Then we'll play it my way. You've talked me into it, so I at least get my way." He gave her his wolfish grin and then he gestured her to roll over. She did so with little protest, he seemed satisfied running his hand down her rear. He licked his lips and gripped her hips firmly. He realized there was a bit of a setback, she couldn't last long with her knees rubbing the hard ground, he wanted her to come out of this, somewhat unscathed in the least. He slid his chest to her back running his paws down her smooth thighs gently. He placed his head on the right side of hers whispering softly into her ears.
She didn't understand his words but it was until his thick length graced the skin of her inner thigh that she stopped trying to decipher his growling murmur. Her wrists felt a bit uncomfortable, they were beginning to ache and the sexual exhaustion of just the presence and thought of his length made her body shudder. She folded down to her elbows her upper body just gracing the ground gently. It forced her hips in the air and put more strain on her legs, but they were well muscled from running on countless occasions, for her life mostly. He saw it as an open window, or at least saw her as such and he seemed just as nervous, but just as lustful as she was.
He waited at her small entrance, just in case she had change of mind and didn't want him. If she had known that's what was plaguing him she would have laughed. He gave a low whine and then soon enough, after he could keep it back no longer. He slid in slowly at first, he could feel every muscle in her tighten, and her more rapid breathing was getting to him somewhat. He pushed in farther, he heard her make out cries, they sounded pained, but lined in a pleasure she never knew. He forced his way through deeper still, he could smell a small bit of blood, and it bothered him only for a second, but it only reassured him, he was satisfied, he was her first. As far as he was concerned he'd be her only, even if he had to slaughter every male who even breathed her name with interest.
He stopped when he could go no farther and slowly slid himself out, it was almost painful to him to have to pull himself away. But thank god for the return. He pumped once, twice and finally her body began to pick up the flow. He managed to hold back from fucking her brains out somehow. He began to pump faster only by a fraction but he knew she'd notice. He was expecting her to not be able to take much more, she seemed so frail. He was soon shocked, he was wrong.
"Faster, god please!" she moaned and grasped her hips tightly, a bit uncomfortable, but she'd need the support he knew. He managed to keep most of his weight off of her, thank god he was built to last. He did as she request, who was he to argue? He soon was pumping at a rhythmic pace and he had to holder her in place and steady to keep her from being pushed away. She made moans and cries as he continued on her body tensing at just the right time now. She couldn't take much more, and normally this would have bothered him, if it weren't for the simple fact, something before he hadn't realized. At first it had been just desire, just the fact that she was fuckable and he wanted to. It had twisted, into something more committed and he realized he couldn't imagine anything without her.
Damn, he thought, but gave a silent, defeated sigh. She could take but a few more and her constant pleasured sexual cries bounced to his ears. The tightness of her, her lovely scent, it was all forcing him into overdrive. He could feel himself becoming thicker and his hissed a string of curses under his breath. Could he really release in her? Did he have no boundaries? Was he really that much of a horny bastard? Well there was not much he could do. He was unable to pump without to much force and he knew if he didn't let go, then sure enough he would be stuck there for awhile.
With him growing inside her, she was debating her thoughts. Would it matter if he let go? How would I face it? She tried to organize everything in her head but she was clouded over with the pleasure. She no longer had control over herself, and as he still delivered soft kisses to her neck she tossed her head up.
"Let go!" she yelled and sure enough in that instant it drove him over the edge. He let go of it all, his seed filling her quickly, the warm sticky fluid running out of her felt, good. He slid his way out, using it as a kind of lubricant. He lay on his side on her left and wrapped an arm around her waist, tumbling her to him. Both of them heaved, and gasped in their sexual exhaustion.
"Damn it love, how did you manage to make me this exhausted in only an hour?" he said in between deep, vibrating breaths. She remained silent and he managed a kiss on her shoulder, "Your mine now love, that is until you've had your fill of Me." he said with a weary chuckle. She smiled, not thinking that would be anytime soon.