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Disclaimer: This Story is Copyrighted by me--Islador. Although the first
chapter contains no sex, it will, so those who shouldn't view such things,
you know who you are because you feel guilty doing it, DON"T READ THE
FOLLOWING STORY! Now that's covered, the next legal thing to worry
about--The characters are fully made up, no real people were involved. The
places are however, real to an extent. I used the wonderful services of
Google and Mapquest to flesh out the details. I have never been to Choteau,
Montana. So, if you happen to know the place, you'll find my innocent
errors, so don't blame me for the mistakes, blame Google and Mapquest.
Additional WAARNING: This chapter has sex in it. It would be considered to
be bestiality by most readers and critics. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!
Lupine Dreams----Chapter 5
Chapter 5
They had been looking into each other's eyes for several seconds, basking in
the love that each had for the other. Nikki stood up straight and looked
over at the table, and then back at Dagomarus. "You want me up on that
table, don't you? I am to serve myself up for you to ravish me with that
wonderful tongue of yours?" He opened his mouth and ran his tongue over his
teeth, smacking his chops. She giggled and blushed. "Very well, then. I
offer myself up to you. But, I want to watch." With that, she walked over
and picked up the blanket, folded it and placed it on top of the table.
Next, she picked up her sleeping bag and put it on the table, leaving it
rolled up so she could use it to recline against. She turned, put her butt
on the table and scooted back a little. Lounging back she looked at
Dagomarus and raised an eyebrow. "Eat me, fuzzy-face"
He had watched her every move as she put the blanket on the table and then
the sleeping bag. When she had scooted up onto the table and lain back, his
eyes went right to her center. He still marveled at its beauty. The puffy
mons; the ruddy-pink flesh of her lips extending out past them, the cone
ridge of her hood covering that precious nubbin inside. He could see just a
hint of moisture at the seam of her lips. When she said, "Eat me, fuzzy
face." His attention whipped up to her face, his jaw dropped and his tongue
hung out, slack. This was beyond his experience; he had never had a human
look at him with that kind of lust before, and then to say something like
that. He was in shock. She wanted him to eat her? He loved her, but not as
food, as a friend-- a lover! Why would she want me to do that to her? He
didn't want to hurt her at all, and he knew full well, that request was
beyond the pale. Did she think that if I bit her and brought her close to
death that she would become like me? Is that what she is asking me to do?
NO! I won't do that to her!
She got a kick out of watching his face go slack when she said that, but the
longer he stared at her the more that look changed from shock to horror to
abject fear. He was terrified, and he was shaking his head back and forth,
backing up. He was whining and growling at the same time. "Dagomarus, what's
wrong? I thought you wanted to do that to me? I want you to do that to me! I
want to feel your tongue on me!" Then it hit her, what she had said, and the
fact that his reaction was so violent. Twentieth century euphemisms would be
lost on someone who had spent the last hundred years running the wild
mountains of Montana. He had taken her at the literal sense of that
statement.
"Dagomarus! Hey! Calm down! I didn't mean THAT!! Silly! I want you to LICK
ME!!" He finally caught on that she was talking to him and it brought him
out of his terror. He looked at her face and cocked his head. "Hey, you big
silly beast! I asked you to lick me, 'eat me' is slang for that!" The look
of understanding washed over him, he sagged in relief when he realized his
error. He stepped up to her and licked her face and then draped his head
over her shoulder, pulling her into him. She hugged him back. Whispering in
his ear, "Silly monster, I want that tongue on me, in me, all over me! And
if you're careful, you can graze those huge teeth across my skin." She let
go of him, pulled back so that she was looking into his eyes along his
muzzle and licked the end of his nose like he was so fond of doing to her.
Dagomarus bathed in her scent, her sultry voice in his ear, and the
scorching look she gave him and then licking his nose. He shuddered with
excitement and felt his chest tighten with such strong emotions; he loved
her!! He nosed her chin, pushing her back onto the rolled up sleeping bag.
He sat down and stared into heaven. Her legs were dangling off the edge of
the table, her feet twitching in anticipation of what he was about to do to
her. He watched her spread her toes and wiggle them, as if to say, come get
me! So he did. Hunching down, he snaked his tongue out and curled the tip up
behind her heel and then pulled it the entire length of her foot, caressing
it, then he pulled it up through her toes, flexing it as he finished. The
sensation of him doing that to her foot made it very hard for her to sit
still. She loved the feel of that massive tongue on her feet, but the
intensity was so great, she nearly leapt out of her skin. "OHHH GOD! That
feels so incredible!!" He did the same to her other foot. Her moans were
almost unintelligible at this point.
He ran his tongue up the inside of her calf, reveling in the texture and
taste of her skin. He did the other leg, and when he got to her knee, he
hooked his tongue underneath and caressed the underside of her leg. "WHOOO
HOO HOO!! That's VERY sensitive back there!!" When she nearly came off the
table when he licked that part of her leg, he backed off a little. He needed
her on the table, not grabbing the ceiling joists. He caressed the insides
of her thighs, rubbing them with his whiskers after licking them. She was
twitching and breathing hard. The moisture coming from her lips was dripping
down the crack of her butt, pooling on the table beneath her. He breathed in
her musky scent, searing the inside of his nostrils. He ran his tongue up
the side of her thigh, right at the junction of her mons. He could taste the
sweat that had collected there. He did the other side next. He opened his
mouth and grabbed her left thigh between his jaws, just putting light
pressure into her flesh; and then he proceeded to graze her flesh with his
teeth as he closed his mouth. Her moans were getting louder and her whole
body shuddered. He did the same thing to her right thigh. Just as his teeth
left little red streaks on her pale flesh and he pulled back, he pushed his
tongue along her thigh. This time the moan that came out of her mouth had
just a hint of frustration in it. "Get on with it, lover boy! Stop teasing
me and LICK ME!" He looked up at her face and saw nothing but raw lust.
He pushed up on his front legs, using his tail for balance, and placed his
front paws on top of her thighs, curling his toes and digging in his claws
just enough for her to feel them. She watched him with interest, but he
could tell she was getting impatient. He lowered his muzzle right into her
entrance, feeling the moisture run out of her and down his chin. He opened
his jaws just enough for his tongue to slide through. Stiffening the tip, he
rapidly pushed his tongue right into her tunnel, spreading her swollen lips
apart, not stopping until he could feel the hardened muscle of her cervix.
Rolling his tongue around the ring, he hooked his tongue and pulled it back
into his mouth, rubbing the roof of her tunnel as he did so. He found what
he was looking for, that special little patch of bumpy flesh just underneath
her clit. He didn't know what it was called, but he knew from the past, that
whenever he rubbed that spot inside a woman, she went nuts.
Her eyes nearly popped out of her skull when he pushed his tongue into her.
The rush of blood to her center and the intense sensation of that prehensile
tongue wiggling inside her sent her right to the edge of the cliff. When he
ringed her cervix, she was almost over it, but when he hooked that tongue
and pulled it back out, she went screaming over the edge. When she felt him
rub and circle a spot inside her, there was a different kind of pressure
that suddenly built up. She felt like she suddenly had to pee, but not
quite. The sensation just kept getting tighter and then it broke loose. The
rush that she felt emptied her belly and it all went out her pussy. She felt
her pussy spasm and a jet of liquid squirted out of her. Her orgasm went
through the top of her head. Her vision blurred, she felt herself screaming,
but oddly it sounded distant to her ears. Another gigantic spasm ripped
through her body and then nothing-she passed out.
He was listening to her scream, but he knew it was all pleasure on her part.
When he started wiggling his tongue over that special patch, she went into
seizures. The squirting liquid went right into his mouth and he savored
every drop. Then something strange happened, her body locked up and then the
most powerful scream yet ripped out of her mouth. It seems to come all the
way from her pubic bone up her chest and burst out of her mouth. Then
nothing, she went limp. He pulled his tongue out of her and looked up at her
face. It was peaceful; she was still smiling. He saw her chest go up and
down, so he knew she was still alive. He could hear her heart beating, very
rapid but strong.
Her body shook and then she woke up. She shuddered again and then curled up
her legs and wrapped her arms around them. This, of course, showed him her
full glory, open and very wet. Bright red and still flexing; the opening
winking at him. Her clit was poking out from under its hood. She was curling
and flexing her toes in the air. Her breathing was rapid and shaky. She
finally sat up, rolling forward. She looked into his eyes. Hmm.so that's
what they mean when they say 'Sparks shooting from her eyes.' he thought to
himself.
"I don't know what to say. That has to be the single most intense moment I
have ever experienced. You just keep getting better and better, lover." Her
voice was ruff and scratchy, barely above a whisper, but it was dripping
with emotion, love and lust. Noticing that she was sitting in a puddle of
her own juices, she slid off the table. She almost collapsed; her knees were
still weak. She slowly stood up straight, but she had to hold the edge of
the table to do it. "I'll find a towel and clean that up." Before she could
take one step, he stood up and lowered his head to the table and proceeded
to lap up every drop on the table. She watched him do this with bemused
fascination. Nobody had ever been that enthusiastic about her juices. When
he was done with the table, he stepped back and dropped his head to her butt
and licked each cheek. When his tongue snaked up her crack and touched her
rosebud, she squealed and jumped. "WHEEEHOOHOOHOO!!! That's a little
sensitive there, pal." He put a mental check mark next to that one. He'd
make her scream with pleasure again from that one he was sure of.
She was still smiling at him when she said that, her hand covering her butt.
She noticed the calculating look his face got when she said that, but she
let it slide. She knew that he would never hurt her. Out of the corner of
her eye, she caught movement. She tilted her head to the side and looked
underneath him. There it was, huge, red and bobbing up and down with his
heartbeat. She was still frightened with its size, but she willed herself to
really look at it this time. It was dripping a clear fluid and it was
leaving a puddle on the floor. He started to retract it; when she looked at
him, she shook her head. "No, that's okay. I want to look at it." He let the
muscles relax and it slid back out of the sheath completely. She walked over
to his side and knelt down. Lowering herself so that she was sitting on her
feet, she reached up to touch it, but stopped just before doing so. She
looked up at him, "Can I touch it? It won't hurt if I do, right?" He didn't
know which to answer first; finally he decided to show her his answer.
He flexed his stomach muscles and flipped it right into her hand. She
jumped, but hung on to it. The first thing she thought when she grabbed it
was how hot it was to the touch, way warmer than she expected. Then she
noticed that the fluid dripping out of the end didn't slow down. She reached
up with her other hand and caught some of it. She rubbed her fingers
together, noticing how slick it was. She moved the hand that was holding it
and slid it up so she could get some of this fluid onto those fingers as
well. She looked at the shape of his cock, it was different than she was
used to looking at. His was tapered at the tip, almost to a point, then it
swelled in the middle and then tapered back again to a slight bulge before
going back into his sheath. The texture was completely different as well. It
was slick, shiny smooth. There were lots of blood vessels on the surface,
and then she realized that's what gave it that bright red color. The
underlying skin was almost white, but with thousands of tiny blood vessels,
it turned bright red.
She was exploring him, looking at everything, touching everything. She noted
that his sack was black, just like the skin under all that fur. However, it
was smooth too. She was used to pink and wrinkly. She reached under him
between his legs and hefted his sack, noting that it was hot to the touch as
well. It was the largest pair of balls she had ever held in her hand.
Granted, she hadn't had that many boyfriends, but these were more than just
a handful. She brought her hand back to his shaft and rewetted it with the
fluid dripping from its tip. Slicking both hands up, she began to slide them
up and down the length of his shaft. 'Jesus! This thing has to be almost ten
inches long and over two inches thick!' she thought to herself. 'I never
dated a porn star before!' When she had that thought, she giggled and
blushed. She looked up at his face to see what his reaction was. He looked
down at her and just raised an eyebrow.
She continued to stroke him, periodically rewetting her hands with his
pre-cum to keep them slick. She was watching the rest of his body respond.
The muscles in his stomach contracted and his hips began to thrust forward
in time with her stroking. She picked up the pace of her stroking, squeezing
her hands around his massive shaft. The amount of pre-cum dripping out of
the end of his shaft increased as well. As her pace quickened, it started
spurting out in time with his thrusts. She could hear his chest rumbling and
he would occasionally grunt when she squeezed him. The next thing she saw
was that the base of his shaft started to swell. It kept getting larger and
larger, and so did her eyes. She kept increasing the pace and squeezing him
constantly now. The bulge at the base of his shaft had swelled to the size
of a baseball. 'Christ! And I'm supposed to be able to take that!' she
thought to herself. His hips were jabbing forward now and the pre-cum was
almost a constant stream.
Suddenly his shaft jumped in her hands and she nearly lost her grip. Then it
started squirting a thick white fluid. It shot out and hit her on the chin,
the next few spurts hit her on the chest, then on her arms and then her
hands as she covered the tip with her fingers. He had grunted deep in his
chest with every spurt, until it subsided into a deep rumble. The shaft
continued to dribble the white fluid, then it eventually stopped. It
throbbed in her hands, his heartbeat causing it to swell with each beat. His
sides were heaving rapidly as his breath rushed in and out of him, his
tongue hung loosely out of the side of his mouth. His eyes were glazed over
and he was staring up at the ceiling. She looked down at herself and all the
fluid that was on her. It dripped off her breasts, running down her stomach
and into the thin patch of her pubic hair. She felt it trickle down her lips
and begin to drip onto the floor. The shear amount of fluid stunned her. She
had never seen so much cum shoot out of anybody. There had to be a quart of
it all over her and the floor! She was still holding his shaft in both
hands. As she watched the bulge at the base began to shrink. After a few
minutes, it was back to normal size and his shaft started to withdraw from
her fingers and slip back into its sheath.
She looked at her hands; they were covered with his cum. Curious, she slowly
brought one hand up to her nose and sniffed it. It didn't have a strong
smell like she expected. She opened her mouth and touched the tip of her
tongue to one of her fingers. She rolled the fluid around on her tongue and
then swallowed, noting that yes; it was salty and slightly bitter, but not
as bad as she had feared. It didn't really have any taste, more texture than
anything. It was slick, but not nearly as thick as her previous boyfriends.
She looked up at him and noticed he was watching her intently. Meeting his
gaze she brought her hand up to her mouth and began to lick her fingers
clean. He snorted and rumbled.
When she had cleaned both hands off with her tongue, she looked down at the
rest of it all over her and then smiled. Looking back up to his face, "I
need a bath." She stood up and walked over to her pack, pulled out her
cooking pot and filled it with water. She took it over to the fireplace and
using one of the remnants of the logs shifted some coals around and set the
pot into them. While she was waiting for the water to heat up, she walked
back over to him. "Do you always cum in buckets like that? Oh, and another
thing, is that bulge on your shaft supposed to fit in here?" She pointed
down to her crotch as she said it. He looked at her and started nodding his
head, grinning. She cocked an eyebrow; "You've done that with other girls
haven't you?" He caught the undercurrent in her voice. She was frightened,
but there was a tinge of jealously in there too. He stopped grinning and
gave her solemn expression, nodding.
"Did they enjoy it?" He nodded again. "It didn't rip them apart?" He shook
his head this time. "Hmmm.Let me think about this for awhile." With that she
went back over to her pot of water and tested it with her finger. She pulled
it out of the coals and dipped a washcloth into it and proceeded to wash all
his cum from her body.
He watched her for a few minutes, again marveling at her body. She was
perfect. He turned away before the sight of her caused him to slip something
out and have her get mad at him and ruin the 'mood'. He looked out the
window and noticed how late in the day it was. He padded out the door and
went to get more firewood. He knew that once the sun went down behind the
mountains, it cooled off rapidly. He brought back a large piece and went to
retrieve more. When he had several pieces next to the fireplace he went back
to the doorway. Stepping outside, he sniffed the air. He walked over to the
end of the small porch and did it again. The breeze was coming from the
direction of the trail. He sniffed again. Yep, engine exhaust. Someone else
was up here. He didn't hear any footsteps yet, so at least they were a ways
off. He spun around and went back inside. He padded over to her clothing,
picked up the whole pile in one bite and carried over to where she was just
finishing up her sponge bath. She looked up when he dropped it at her feet.
"What, you want me dressed now? I thought you liked looking at my body?" She
started to smile, then the look in his eyes and the expression there stopped
her. "What is it? What's wrong?" He swung his head around and jutted his
nose in the direction of her vehicle and then looked back at her. "Someone's
out there?" He nodded vigorously. "Oh, shit! Who could be out here today?"
He just looked at her and then turned his nose to his healed wound and back
to her. Her eyes got real big. "OH NO! How? They wouldn't know you were up
here. My truck is at the end of the fire trail. Maybe somebody was just out
for a drive and saw it parked there. Maybe they will just turn around and
leave." He didn't think so, but there was always hope.
He went back out to the porch while she got dressed. He sniffed the air
again. No hope today. There was someone out there. He smelled leather and
sweat, male sweat. He didn't smell any gunpowder, so maybe that meant it
wasn't one of the hunters. He kept sniffing the air, trying to learn more
about the person walking towards them. The only thing else he could smell
was mint. He had no idea what that meant. When he heard the first crinkling
of the pine needles under boots, he went back inside. She was pacing back
and forth across the room. Her hands flittering nervously in front of her.
Her hair streaming out behind her as she paced. She looked up when he came
back into the cabin. "They're coming here aren't they?" He nodded. "What do
we do?" He shrugged and shook his head. He walked over to her and put his
muzzle in her face, slipped his tongue out and licked her lips. He rumbled
and then put his muzzle against her cheek. He pulled back and looked at her.
She was smiling and he could tell she had calmed down. She reached out with
both hands cradling his massive jaws in her hands, and kissed the end of his
nose. "I love you so much, fuzzy-face. Thank you, I needed that." He rumbled
his pleasure at her using the nickname for him.
They both turned at the sound of someone shouting outside. "Anybody in
there? Is everybody alright? Do you need any help?" They turned and looked
at each other and sighed at the same time. "Let's get this over with and
hopefully we can get back to doing what we want to do." She walked with her
arm over his shoulders and stepped up to the door. When they got to the
doorway and looked out in the fading light, they saw a tall man in a green
uniform looking around the side of the cabin. When he heard them step up to
the door he turned and looked at them.
"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!!!" He fell on his ass trying to back away from the
porch. They looked at him and then each other and then back at the Ranger.
She busted out laughing and she could feel the rumble through her arm and
her ribcage that Dagomarus was laughing too. The Ranger looked at the two of
them standing there laughing at him and then looking down at where he was
and his own predicament and grinned. "Jesus lady! You and that giant dog of
yours scared the shit out of me!" She could feel Dagomarus tense at being
called a dog, but she squeezed his shoulders to stop him from doing anything
rash. The Ranger stood up and brushed off his pants. He looked back up at
them, "Are you okay?" Nikki grinned at him, "Yes. Are you?"
"Yeah, I'll live." The Ranger studied them for a few seconds. "That wouldn't
happen to be your former campsite I found back down the road a ways would
it?" Nikki considered lying to the Ranger, but judging from the look he was
giving her, she didn't think it would work. "Yes, it was. I got attacked by
a grizzly."
"Uh huh. I assume that your pet there took care of the grizzly?" His eyes
went from her face to Dagomarus and then back. "Yes, he saved my life. If it
wasn't for him, it'd be my carcass you would have found today." The Ranger
looked right into her eyes, trying to see if she was lying, but he didn't
see anything. He new something wasn't quite right about these two, but he
couldn't figure out what. Granted, that fucking dog was huge, but there was
something else. He looked at the 'dog' again and then he saw it. The eyes,
they held too much intelligence to be just a dog's eyes, they looked right
into him and he got the distinct impression that if he made the wrong move,
he'd never make it back to his truck alive. He'd never looked into an animal
's eyes and seen his own death before; it frightened him, right to his soul.
His blood turned to ice water and his bowls felt like they had turned to
stone. He suddenly realized the woman was talking to him again.
"Look, Mr. Ranger, I really appreciate you looking in on me, but as you can
see, I've got a protector. So if there isn't anything else, I think I want
to get some sleep, okay?"
"Uh, uh, yeah, sure thing lady. Whatever you say. I have to get back to my
rounds now anyway, so I'll just be leaving now." He started walking towards
the trail, but he didn't break eye contact with Dagomarus. He finally got to
the point where he was either going to walk into a tree or he was going to
have to watch where he was going. The Ranger finally turned his head and
without quite running, hauled his ass out of the area as fast as he could.
"He knows, doesn't he?" She looked down at Dagomarus and he nodded. "Then I
guess the honeymoon is over, love. We need to get things packed up and get
out of here ourselves." He shook his head. He turned and nosed her into the
cabin, and then he went back outside. He was going to follow that Ranger
back to his vehicle. He wanted to see how much trouble they really might be
in.
Now he was in his element. It was nighttime and the forest was quiet. He
quickly followed the Rangers scent trail; it wasn't difficult. The Ranger
was pumping out massive amounts of fear pheromone and he followed it easily,
it was like a giant beacon in the dark. He didn't make a sound running
through the forest. His paws always finding that perfect spot that would
crunch when his weight hit. It didn't take him long before he caught up to
the ranger. He slowed down to a crawl, slipping behind a massive pine tree
to keep out of sight. The Ranger had a flashlight out and was frantically
waving it around. Dagomarus slipped from tree to tree, staying about
twenty-five paces behind the Ranger. The Ranger never heard him. When the
Ranger finally made it back to his truck, he yanked the door open and jumped
in, slamming the door. He cranked the motor over, nearly flooding it in his
panic, but it coughed to life and he slammed it into gear. He spun the truck
around and gunned it, creating a rooster tail of dirt and pine needles
behind the rear tires. Then Dagomarus saw him reach down and pick something
up and put it to his mouth. VAE!!! The bastard was calling his buddies, and
he knew those buddies would have guns.
He spun around and flew back to the cabin as fast as his four legs could go.
When he reached the cabin a few seconds later, Nikki was waiting for him on
the porch. One second she was standing alone looking out into the dark, the
next she had three hundred pounds of gray wolf huffing in her face. She
jumped. "Jesus! How did you do that?" He didn't bother to try and answer
her; he grabbed her jacket and pulled her forward. He let go so she wouldn't
fall, and leaped off the porch and landed ten feet away. He looked back at
her and grunted. "That bad, huh?" She picked up the pack and started down
the steps. He grabbed the pack from her hands, squeezing it between his huge
jaws. He squatted down and looked over at her, then waved his head,
motioning for her to come over to him. "What?" He lowered himself to the
ground and looked at her again, this time his eyes pleading with her to
understand. She did, "You want me to ride on your back? Won't I be too
heavy?" He rolled his eyes and grunted. "All right, I'll climb on." She
wrapped her arms around his neck and squeezed her legs together holding onto
his ribcage. "Okay?" He didn't answer.
He took off like a shot, causing her to whoop and grab on even tighter. He
was weaving in and out of the trees, trying to keep her from falling off his
back. A few minutes later they were at her truck. She grabbed her keys and
climbed in. She was expecting Dagomarus to climb up into the bed, but he
stood there looking at her. "Hurry, love. You need to get in." He looked at
her with a tear rolling out of one eye. He shook his head. "Why? Why can't
you get in? You have to! They'll hunt you down." He snorted and shook his
head. They'll never find me if I don't want to be found. He nosed her into
the truck. "Please!!! Dagomarus! You can't leave me!" He stuck his muzzle in
her face and licked her lips, and rubbed her cheek. He pulled back and shook
his head. He motioned for her to start the truck and go. "At least will you
follow me home? That way, you'll always know where to find me." He grinned
so wide she thought she could see his tonsils. "OH!! I get it! If you aren't
in the truck they can't shoot at you or even see you!! I promise not to
drive too fast then." At this he snorted and shook his head, he motioned for
her to drive as fast as she could. She started the truck, the low rumble of
the Dodge V8 echoed through the trees. She gave him one last kiss on the end
of his nose and shut the door. She put the big truck in gear and started
down the mountain.