thrummed, ready to chase and pull down the walking feast.
No , the human inside whispered sharply, drawing the creature up short.
The wolf whined, chafing under the restriction, until his mind flooded with images of flashing red and blue lights and the sharp report of guns.
We’ll draw attention to the pack.
Silk grunted and dropped his head down on his front paws. That much was true, and Silk knew it. If you left a mess of a meal, the humans would start looking. And if they found the wolves, the situation would get worse. The two-leggers always reacted badly to predators in their midst, and they often shot first and asked questions later. While the standard bullets wouldn’t kill a packmate, they would hurt like a bitch, and Silk knew that eventually such attacks would bring back the old days when silver and wolfsbane were in every house. The stories had been drilled into him since he was a pup.
So, deer was off the menu. He thought of the mere mouthfuls instead, the squirrels and raccoons. At least he could still have those. With quick, padded steps, he darted across the street to the safety of the darkness and the soft grass and dirt beneath his feet. His human lived in the world of buildings and stone, with soft people and scented places. Even so, both he and the human knew something was missing. This trip to the woods was an attempt of quelling the wild urges running through the both of them.
The wolf, with a lolling grin, thought back to the blonde woman sleeping in his human’s bed. They had worn her out. His human form had taken her three times before leaving her collapsed on the bed, pleading for rest. The intricacies of mating as a human were fascinating, with hands grasping and pulling, teeth and nails used, not to pin down an escaping female, but to gently scratch the skin, eliciting little gasps and moans. Then the heat and pounding in a variety of positions, Silk shook himself lightly, the animal urges rising in his body again. He wanted to turn and head back to the car, shift into his human form, and drive back to his house and the woman.
The urge to spend his seed in her was almost overwhelming, but then the snap of branches deeper in the forest got his attention. He paused, a statue in the middle of the park, and listened. The smell of raccoon reached his sensitive nostrils, pungent and a greasy gray color. Raccoons fed on the leavings of the humans and were generally fat and juicy this close to the city. Silk licked his chops with an audible smack and began to prowl the woods, mating forgotten in favor of a full belly.
Across town, another wolf, this one clad in mottled dark fur, padded through the loading yard and into the warehouse’s side door. The soft cries of a woman reached his ears mingled with the rhythmic grunts of a man, and the scent of sex tickled his nostrils. He padded further in and sat waiting, watching as his leader maintained human form to rut with the woman bent over the pallets beneath him. The large hands gripped her hips tightly enough to dig in as he pounded his shaft into her tender flesh over and over again. The green gem on his large ring winked and glinted in the light in time to his movements. Finally, with another grunt, he drove into her and held himself there, filling her.
“Fuck, Rimi,” the woman sounded annoyed. “You said you weren’t gonna cum in me.”
“Shut up, bitch,” the man growled in a thick Eastern European accent and slapped her flank hard enough to make her jerk involuntarily. “You belong to me, and I can do whatever the hell I feel like.” He pulled out and zipped up his pants, leaving her open and vulnerable, with her mini-skirt shoved up like a belt around her waist. “And don’t think this reduces the money you need to earn tonight. It wasn’t that good. Now, don’t move, I got business to discuss.”
He turned to look at the wolf and nodded. The transition from wolf to man moved quickly, the fur dropping off in great chunks
No , the human inside whispered sharply, drawing the creature up short.
The wolf whined, chafing under the restriction, until his mind flooded with images of flashing red and blue lights and the sharp report of guns.
We’ll draw attention to the pack.
Silk grunted and dropped his head down on his front paws. That much was true, and Silk knew it. If you left a mess of a meal, the humans would start looking. And if they found the wolves, the situation would get worse. The two-leggers always reacted badly to predators in their midst, and they often shot first and asked questions later. While the standard bullets wouldn’t kill a packmate, they would hurt like a bitch, and Silk knew that eventually such attacks would bring back the old days when silver and wolfsbane were in every house. The stories had been drilled into him since he was a pup.
So, deer was off the menu. He thought of the mere mouthfuls instead, the squirrels and raccoons. At least he could still have those. With quick, padded steps, he darted across the street to the safety of the darkness and the soft grass and dirt beneath his feet. His human lived in the world of buildings and stone, with soft people and scented places. Even so, both he and the human knew something was missing. This trip to the woods was an attempt of quelling the wild urges running through the both of them.
The wolf, with a lolling grin, thought back to the blonde woman sleeping in his human’s bed. They had worn her out. His human form had taken her three times before leaving her collapsed on the bed, pleading for rest. The intricacies of mating as a human were fascinating, with hands grasping and pulling, teeth and nails used, not to pin down an escaping female, but to gently scratch the skin, eliciting little gasps and moans. Then the heat and pounding in a variety of positions, Silk shook himself lightly, the animal urges rising in his body again. He wanted to turn and head back to the car, shift into his human form, and drive back to his house and the woman.
The urge to spend his seed in her was almost overwhelming, but then the snap of branches deeper in the forest got his attention. He paused, a statue in the middle of the park, and listened. The smell of raccoon reached his sensitive nostrils, pungent and a greasy gray color. Raccoons fed on the leavings of the humans and were generally fat and juicy this close to the city. Silk licked his chops with an audible smack and began to prowl the woods, mating forgotten in favor of a full belly.
Across town, another wolf, this one clad in mottled dark fur, padded through the loading yard and into the warehouse’s side door. The soft cries of a woman reached his ears mingled with the rhythmic grunts of a man, and the scent of sex tickled his nostrils. He padded further in and sat waiting, watching as his leader maintained human form to rut with the woman bent over the pallets beneath him. The large hands gripped her hips tightly enough to dig in as he pounded his shaft into her tender flesh over and over again. The green gem on his large ring winked and glinted in the light in time to his movements. Finally, with another grunt, he drove into her and held himself there, filling her.
“Fuck, Rimi,” the woman sounded annoyed. “You said you weren’t gonna cum in me.”
“Shut up, bitch,” the man growled in a thick Eastern European accent and slapped her flank hard enough to make her jerk involuntarily. “You belong to me, and I can do whatever the hell I feel like.” He pulled out and zipped up his pants, leaving her open and vulnerable, with her mini-skirt shoved up like a belt around her waist. “And don’t think this reduces the money you need to earn tonight. It wasn’t that good. Now, don’t move, I got business to discuss.”
He turned to look at the wolf and nodded. The transition from wolf to man moved quickly, the fur dropping off in great chunks
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