Sensations
Story by TimidTabby on SoFurry
Another quick random Adult Wolf TF story to throw out there. This was written rather recently but didn't think it was quite well put together than I originally wanted. The whole theme was exploring the reaction to changing stimuli and sensations between passionate couples as they slowly become wild animals. Don't know if I quite told the story I wanted here and the ending is a bit rushed as I wasn't certain where else I could take it after the main part. Maybe you all may get a kick out of this, idk. Just showing I'm still writing these days. Until then; take care!
Sensations
by TimidTabby
…Touch…hold…make love…
Common baser urges sets in giving the progression of our intimacy, driven forward to take this loose female for myself despite my earlier protests thanks to the barrage of stimuli she overwhelmed my senses with in the last moments of our humanity. Very rare could anyone claim to restrain themselves when faced with views and scents of erotic attraction, our bodies wired to react in kind in swells of internal heat and fluttering murmurs swirling in our stomachs and throats; our eyes engrossed on our interpretation of ‘a vision of beauty’ made extended when the opposite provoking these feelings shows no shame in displaying them.
It feels only fair to respond accordingly to gestured offers of sensual gifts, fairer still when the provoker willingly approaches and entwines you in its tender or wild grasp riding hot and slick nudity against your being; swift luscious kisses to your cheeks and lips roping you in to embrace the reluctant reward you’ve been presented in such a strange and eerie way and place out of nowhere. The signs were all there that it seemed fishy to be greeted by an unabashed temptress happening to be waiting for a lone man to venture into the woods in the middle of the night.
Signs…I soon blatantly ignored to satisfied the rousing urges pulling my strings, a mistake I would surely regret once the moon reached past the horizon; once the silver light revealed this slutty wanderer’s folly in trusting me to slate her sexual desires.
…touch…grope…kiss…
The temptress must have thought it strange herself that she would luck into a male stranger happening to roam her woods and oddly strip to his bare skin for his own deeds. Perhaps she believed it was divine intervention that I appeared in her area, a possible voyeur; a sexual deviant looking for his own victims to ensnare and trap to slate his desires for sexual conquest. Alas; sexual desires was not what lured me deep into these woods tonight nor were the hopeful chance of seeking company of any kind. Yet catching me by surprised as I prepared for my cursed existence only fueled her curiosity to greet and meet me, strutting under hypnotic allure to elevate the temptation further and snatch me up for her needs.
I sincerely tried to evade her, in weak mumbling stutters warned her to leave me be and leave this place before it was too late. But she did not listen; this temptress express little care of the unusual warnings I uttered smiling only in heightened delight of my innocence and vague mystery.
The only words that she seem to express were hums and sighs of carnal elation as her hands coiled around my sides grasping my back and drawing me into her, rubbing her nose affectionately along my neck as she hugged my body and brushed the heat of her loins near my provoked manhood teasing her offer of dominance.
Her kisses sealed our fate as the third locked upon my lips and remained enforced, instinctually following her suckling intimacy as they parted and hungrily nibbled and devoured each other; tongues meeting and lost in a private dance within our mouths.
Such wonderful pleasure of passion; my body no longer could resist even as my mind faintly screamed at me to break away and escape before it was too late, my own hands furling around her waist pulling her tight against us; the teasing growing forceful as neither one of us held much control left over our thrusting hips and grinding loins. There was so much of this woman I wanted to feel, to touch, to taste, to…to…
…Touch…taste…lick…
I broke apart from our heavy kiss, the temptress letting her head lie back sighing in jubilation as she held onto me with her arms crossed behind my neck. I can see her smile beam as she stays this way, possibly inviting me to her vulnerable flesh of her neck and shoulders, almost as if knowing what my deforming mind was thinking. My tongue…remained lolled and gathering saliva at the tip, lustful eyes staring drowsily at her succulent initiation in an inhuman heated pant.
I can feel it happening in my daze, my mind and body too consumed with the pleasures of the flesh to fear my true nature surfacing. I lean forward brushing my nose along her neck, nostrils flaring and sniffing her sweet skin capturing her smell; her identity from her scent. I grew tense, my exhilaration rapidly increased; there was something about her scent that suddenly ignited the sin of lust to its absolute height, ebbing the shame of revealing the real beast that would soon consume the temptress. My tongue worked on its own immediately after, trailing the wet tip up the sensitive contours of her neck lapping up as much of her delicious aromatic flesh as I selfishly can, all the while throbbing ears tugging in both the starting changes and the surprising soft yelps of pleasure uttered from this bitch.
...taste…lick…nuzzle…
Her voice; the temptress’s human moans of lust were quickly devolving into animal growls and yelps much like my own causing a stir of curiosity in my frantic mind, but following the urges to act upon our lustful cravings suppressed any questionable thoughts as I continued to taste her flesh lengthening tongue; unperturbed at the realization of monstrous claws tearing away my finger and toenails cutting into such assumed fragile human skin.
Her scent…this smell; she smelled like me, and it was only growing more potent. There was another fragrance mingling with her scent that only fueled the wild lust forcing the beast within me to appear and stake its claim, a smell I recognized all too well from my cousins when the season is ripe and mature enough to participate in the unbridle cycle all baser creatures eventually follow.
The beast within me howls for complete control knowing what to do, my licks settling to possessive nuzzling as heavy growls of animal lust sound from clenched teeth; fangs and incisors replacing the dull instruments within my mouth. Fiery glowing eyes stare wildly away from my prize as I continue to nuzzle her neck with my cheeks, hearing the temptress pant harder much like me making it difficult to hold back the need swelling below me any longer.
…nuzzle…lick…mount…
My prodding was quick, hips already aligned from constant teasing; my maddening erection piercing the temptress’s swollen gates with a sharp thrust digging my bone deep inside. The moment of penetration was only made greater feeling my bitch thrust her hips in unison taking my girth and pushing down against my loins to bury my cock within her sex. The intensity of our connection awoke the animals were inside completely, our heads flung back as our voices sang out into the night sky and the rising full moon watching us above; bone chilling howls of rapture echoing throughout the woods.
The sharp wave of carnal pleasure subsided giving us this brief moment of clarity to look upon each other under the cascading silver light of the moon. I could feel my face throbbing madly as the changes wished to form my lupine muzzle, canine nose pulling back against the tip of the short deformed muzzle protruding from my face; ears lengthened into wolfish points poking through the thickness of my human hair eager to rise and widened into truer lupine shapes. Light to thick coarse fur sprouted and spread over most of my face thickened furthered over my bare neck and shoulders, similar patches felt grown over parts of my nudity as a lengthy trail traveled down my spine interacting with the throbbing nub forming above my rear wiggling and slowly extending. The female could now see me for what I am, a monster; a Werewolf, and in any other scenario she would soon reap the consequence of her prostitute desires.
But…even to my erratic primal mentality I was honestly astonished in the twist of fate the moon’s curse presented to me tonight. The temptress gazed back at me with her arms still wrapped tightly behind my shoulders, a similar gleeful snare stretched across her face as she continued to pant like the beast were are, carnivorous teeth and lupine ears altering her once purely humanoid appearance. Downy fur lightly grew and spread over her supple nudity, a thick tuff filling the space between the tender mounds of her chest trailing down her belly and thickening the already natural bed of hair between her thighs.
How did I not see this coming? How was it possibly that I couldn’t smell the wolf within her scent the first time until our changes began? Why haven’t I heard of other werewolves roaming these woods other than myself and the few cousins that wish to keep me company?
…beautiful…smells nice…horny shewolf…
Questions; we couldn’t be bothered with questions when our instincts demanded to be slated, rough nuzzling between short muzzles and grinding to consummate our union a feverish ache to submit to as we resumed our erotic fondling and humping where we stood, passionately kissing shifted into love bites and nibbles as our animal sides prospered and took over. There was only the one need now to fill more than the common need to kill and feed once we changed into monsters.
…mount shewolf…mount…mate…
Despite the drowning buzz of sexual relief swarming our minds we both soon slowed our humping act to a halt, trembling in place as our grasp weakened and both stumbled amongst ourselves. The shewolf toppled onto her knees falling onto her hands while I managed to maintain my balance even as I stand on the tips of my toes. Our eyes peeled back wide; feral golds shining in intense radiance as the wolf within us grew restless, roaring in furious snarls and wild howls as our transformation reached the edge of no return.
Bones cracked and bent into new shapes and angles underneath our skin, muscles toning and mass devolving as our bodies were quickly beginning to take the appearance of the beast we truly were. Our hands and feet snapped and squirmed in sickly sounds as they lengthened and elongated into massive lupine paws, firm pads swelling the balls and palms as our fur enveloped the skin. Our spines echoed horrible pops much like our hips, arching against our backs and extending the length our torsos; our rib cage gradually barreling out and narrowing our bodies as shoulder blades folded out and locked our arms; our forelimbs against our sides. Our beastly posture and appearance no longer could sustain my bipedal stance allowing gravity to claim me and fall forward onto all fours like the animal I am.
I no longer mind though; my thoughts barely my own lost to the basic desires of a primal wolf, sensing if not sharing strangely the jubilation of returning back to my real body; rush of pride creating thrilling joy in becoming a wolf once more. My coat nearly full, my tail almost long already wagging freely in excitement; I’m forgetting the human I once was and remembering the wolf I always have been, ready to stretch my lupine limbs and run into the darkness of the nocturnal woods that is my home, eager to hunt and kill for the sheer joy of the hunt and the delicious bloody flesh of my prey giving me back energy and satisfaction.
The changes began to ebb as my body was now more wolf, the rousing scent of the shewolf and her pheromones reminding me of the one beastly indulgence I have yet to slate shifting my attention back to her. She was close as well; standing on all fours in her lupine beauty, panting heavily as she too waited eagerly for the rest of her body to shed away the rest of her humanity. Her feral eyes glanced back catching my hungry stare as I made my way towards her behind panting just as hard as she. Her eyes grew heavy as shot a lustful gesture back, lowering her front closer to the ground as she raised higher on her haunches and extended her furry romp to me; her wolf tail flagging back high to reveal the ever swollen pride of her sex calling me back to claim her.
I’m far from turning down her invitation at this point, my nose rubbing between her thighs sniffing at the sweet sweltering folds of her femalehood lapping the slick coat of her sensitive vulva vigorously for as long as I wished, enjoying every lick that wet her gates and every soft howl and yelp of pleasure she uttered from her lupine voice.
…mount…fuck…mate…
No longer can I suppress my urges. With a low growl of devious elation I climb her romp and lock my forelimbs around her lupine waist, buckling my hindlegs and pelvis behind as I take my prize; my mate, and reinsert myself inside. Our animal voice bellow in rousing murmurs and yelps, feverish panting displayed upon our tense yet drowsy lust-filled faces as I pound my girth eagerly inside the shewolf. This animal pleasure only exceeds natural expectations as I feel my submissive mate rocking her body and guiding my pulsating loins deeper into her lupine temple eager herself for my thrusting cock to stimulate the entirety of her being and share in the rapture of our coming climax.
…mate…mate…mate!!!...
Snarls and whines climb to our voices as the pleasure of fucking wildly breaks closer towards the zenith, the both of us swimming in torrent of sexual pleasure perhaps no mere human could ever feel or understand. There is a strange but satisfying rush when copulating like animals, the mounting positions we have taken while in our monstrous forms adding a bizarre powerful ting of exhilaration that would be frowned upon in human society. The feeling only strengthens as my loins start to shape amidst the transformation, peeked higher while buried inside my mate as the foreskin peels back and exposes the sensitive redness of a swelling lupine phallus, the base itself growing bulbous filling the space around her gates locking each other together in a wolf’s knot. This is how I know there is no turning back; this bitch is mine and she will take my furious need and seed in the end.
In the heat of our building climax our changes solidify our fates, lengthening muzzles pushing out to its full lengths as our wagging tails, my jaws uttering a monstrous roar before sinking my fangs down and tight over the shewolf’s scruffy nape claiming my dominance and possession of this bitch; my shewolf howling out in a bizarre mixture of pain and pleasure as her own muzzle fully forms brushing and resting her head back high resuming heated panting.
…MATE!!!...
My fangs bite down tighter on the bitch’s nape spilling some blood as my maddening thrusts soon came to a close. A final deep push spills the hot ropes of my seed filling my mate’s walls and womb pressing tightly and humping in spurts to rid my loins of all of potency; my mate crying out deeply in a longing howl of rapture and joy of our completed union.
Mate…good. Tired…
The thrill of our completed session wears me out, releasing my fangs licking her blood stained fur and wound before I remove myself from on top my mate and face away, yet out tails remain crossed lying rump to rump; our tie holding us together. We pant in exhaustion soaking the rest of the euphoria of our copulation, letting time pass until our loins loosens their grip and set us free if only for the moment.
I merely return to my shewolf’s side lying beside her, our muzzles brushing back against each other showering affection fit between wolves. We continue to lie together nestled tenderly between warm bodies in the chill of the night until our attention spans towards the direction of rustling deep within the woods, gathered to our paws alert and anxious. Our snouts flare and sniff curiously as an enticing musk of another woodland creature is close by, lips moistened by our tongues as before move forward in unison; stealthily, bodies low sinking into the overgrowth greenery.
New sensations take hold, beastly yearnings that eventually overwhelm us after our transformation into monstrous carnivores; a familiar urge wolves like us abide in terrible delight. What creature hiding in the shadows would soon meet its end tonight, a wolf’s hunger as ravenous as the joy of mating.
…prey…hunt…kill…