Full Moon Mating - The Forest
#3 of Full Moon Mating
The male werewolf, Evan, raced away from his house. The foul, artificial smells of the creature comforts of his human life held nothing for him that full moon. How he resented trying to restrain his animal, keep it protected from the outside. If his wolf had anything to say about it, he would remain in the forest neighboring his house. Human modesty was too strong for his wolf except for the nights of the full moon, which the animal relished.
He was hungry, growing more ravenous as his four limbs drove him deeper into the forest. The change that he so foolishly resisted burned away inside his body until he knew nothing but sating his most primal desires. But his desire for meat was tempered that night, even in the blinding rage that his transformation brought out, replaced by a more carnal desire. He heard her howl. Now, he had picked up on her scent. A she-wolf.
The human remnants of his mind cried out in relief. He had never met another werewolf before. Even when he was bitten and cursed, he never saw his attacker, which could only have been a wild beast that he was lucky enough to fend off. Every full moon since, Evan's wolf was too powerful for its surroundings. It would kill small animals for food and delighted in the rarer feast that the larger, unsuspecting creatures provided. Still, it was all his human side could do to restrain the beast when humans had found their way deep enough into the forest to be attacked. He had been restrained enough to keep from killing early on in his curse, but the animal was becoming more powerful within him. Unchecked, it would taste a human, even take a human life. It almost did, a number of full moons ago.
Even the werewolf was smart enough to know that the she-wolf calling to him was that woman. The woman he marked. The woman he changed. He had never met her since, to apologize, to beg forgiveness, to delight in her primal beauty and passion, to claim dominance over the animal he had created. Now was that chance. So he raced to find her scent.
The fur on his body protected him from the sharp needles and branches of the dense forest. Usually he didn't travel this far out for his meal, but his she-wolf was on the other side of the forest, calling out to him.
Evan pounced when he found her, never breaking stride when she was within sight. He leapt and landed on his she-wolf, and they tumbled around, letting him wash himself with her scent, a powerful musk that overwhelmed his senses. Her scent was a mix of her sweat and pheromones that werewolves could only produce during the full moon, telling him that she desired his flesh as much as he desired hers. That she resisted him for dominance then, was a surprise at first, which turned into an exciting pleasure.
They rolled and wrestled each other into a clearing under which the full moon shone bright, burning at their skin even more and exciting the beasts it brought out. He had his paws pressing against the she-wolf's shoulders, her back pinned to the ground as she growled angrily and playfully at him. His powerful jaws opened and clamped down half-closed on her furry breast, only drawing blood and marking her. She howled at his violent touch as her blood splattered against his furred face and her chin. The sound of her howl, reverberating throughout the forest, was enough to unsettle Evan, allowing her to throw him off her long enough so she could land on top.
Her eyes glowed a fierce yellow in the moonlight. The human he had taken wasn't nearly this feral. The werewolf she had become was his creation. His she-wolf bared her fangs and pressed her snout to his fur, moving down his body and pressing her nose against his sheath. She gave his manhood a quick inspection as it extended outward into the moonlight. As it did, she moved back up his body, letting it run a line down her chest to her waist, and into her.
It was Evan's turn to howl. The pressure he felt inside of her excited his member as they thrust together, bringing each other to orgasm as quickly as possible. No foreplay, no casual buildup. Just a quick and violent rutting that the two werewolves desired as soon as they were unleashed. They licked each other and awkwardly pressed their snouts against each other as they rocked against the cool grass. They sought to be closer together, so much that his claws raked the she-wolf's furred back, drawing more blood and scarring her as his mate.
When it was over, they felt nothing but fire. They exploded at the same time, howling to the moon as they released their pent-up energies in their sudden union. For Evan, it was the most intense experience he had ever experienced as a werewolf. So intense that he felt truly sated, completely fulfilled. His dark, terrifying hunger that he suffered every full moon had been satisfied.
He collapsed under his lover and began to feel the warmth of their orgasm begin to cool. Exhausted, he felt the nighttime wind chill his furred body. The full moon, suddenly, no longer burned at his skin.
He felt smaller. Weaker. His werewolf was fading.
He was changing back.
His human mind began to reassert itself much earlier in the evening than he was used to. Hair began to recede into his skin or fall away altogether. His musculature softened and his limbs began to straighten. Even the tightness that had kept the two of them knotted together shortly after orgasm shrank and faded, giving them freedom of movement. He could feel and see the change with his lover as well, as her pheromones faded, changing her scent into a simpler mix of sweat and blood and dirt and sexual release. She was becoming normal too. Their orgasm, so powerful it could only have been created by two werewolves, had beaten back their beasts. Within moments, they would be cold and naked in the middle of a dense forest, with only the moon up above for light.
"No!" the she-wolf, the woman said. She pushed herself off him and examined herself. Evan didn't know what to say to her. He could only watch her look in equal parts fascination and horror as she turned back into her smaller self. He, too, was overwhelmed as the beast retreated inside his body. Usually, when morning came, his animal was too exhausted, and he woke up in the morning with the reversion already complete. To see it like this was quite unsettling.
"Don't b-be scar-red," Evan said. A growl still tainted his voice even as his mind could form the words again.
But the she-wolf heard nothing. Mostly human now, with blood scarring her fully exposed body, she took one look at Evan and stumbled, then ran, in the opposite direction.