Full Moon Mating - Calm
#4 of Full Moon Mating
Kylie fled out of fear and shame and embarrassment. She was a good person, not given to casual relationships or to one-night stands. Her career was going to come first unless that perfect, special someone came along. It was not like her to run wildly and mindlessly into the arms of a mate--no, that wasn't the right word. Not for her old self, anyways. The beast inside her had its own language, its own mindset, and had forced this human to change and to mate with another werewolf, the one that changed her.
So she fled. She didn't want to be this uncontrollable monster who killed and mated simply because of the hungers of her animal. And if she couldn't control them, her only recourse was to run away.
Her skin was fully exposed to the cold nighttime air. She draped her arm over her breasts and her hand over her womanhood for modesty, and also to protect herself from the thorns and pointed branches she raced past. She ran in no particular direction, hoping to luck out and find familiar scenery that could lead her home.
Home, where Kylie shackled herself before the full moon rose. Her wolf hated the prison she built, and it resolved to break from its restraints. Soon enough it wash away all the control the human had built up and break free again--
No! That was the wolf talking. That wasn't her. She was a good person. She was going to control herself, control her beast in any way possible. She just needed to get home, get some time to herself, to think and take stock of her life and her curse.
Kylie stumbled, and fell to the ground. Rocks dotted the soft soil beneath her, pressing into her skin as she landed. Pain needled her body as she reoriented herself. The wolf didn't mind the bumps and bruises it picked up during the nights of the full moon, but for the moment, she wasn't the wolf. Her human body was far more fragile than the body of the werewolf.
She looked up at the full moon up above. Round and bright and, right now, not having any effect on her for the first time since she was bitten. She was relieved. The mating with another werewolf had sated her beast. Fully satisfied, it slid back into her body to rest, giving her control again, but leaving her fully nude and vulnerable. She wanted to see the human form of the werewolf who cursed her, but modesty told her to run away.
She was not cured. She could feel her werewolf sleeping inside of her, just as it had when the moon wasn't full. But was this the life she was forced to endure if she didn't want to kill? Sex with another werewolf every full moon?
Kylie examined her body with her eyes and hands. Bloody gashes on her breast and across her back. Dirt and blades of grass covering her arms and legs. The smell of sex - hot, intense passion that she had never before felt - forming dried tracks down her thighs. She shuddered to think this would be her life now.
And yet, deep down, a part of her she didn't want to accept could admit that she relished in it. She gasped in horror at the notion of surrendering to that desire in perpetuity. If this was natural, then Kylie was going to resist nature. It was disgusting and offensive and went against the perfectly ordered life she had once made for herself.
"Hello?"
Kylie's head turned. She could smell him coming closer. The man had been following her!
There was no use hiding. If he was a werewolf, he could smell her too. "Go away!"
"I just want to know if you're okay."
"What do you care?"
"Listen, we have the same problem. Let's talk about it." She could hear the voice drawing closer, so she crawled away until she could stand up again to run.
"I have nothing to say to you!" Kylie was angry. She knew he was the one that attacked her that first time. Only now had she found him, or rather her beast found his, but as long as her werewolf senses on this full moon night were guiding her, she instantly recognized him for what he was.
"I'm sorry!"
She didn't believe him, and didn't want to believe him. But she couldn't worry about that, because as she ran, she could see her hands in the moonlight. They were lengthening. Patches of wiry hair were beginning to grow back. Stinging pain underneath her fingernails signaled their growth. The orgasm of their mating had faded, and the moon had become warm again. The werewolf was waking up.
"You stay away from me!" she cried, "You did this to me, and I'll never forgive you!"
The anger in her voice was rising, as did the guttural growl that only the animal could produce. Kylie itched and burned all over as she ran. She was changing back. The freedom to be human wasn't only temporary, but incredibly fleeting. Her mind calculated the frequency she would need to mate and it terrified her as much as the wolf enjoyed it. She cried tears of agony in her last moments as a human as the change took over once again. The wolf quickly taking over, Kylie continued to flee, letting her hulking werewolf arms and legs carry her with blinding speed toward satisfying its next cravings.