Lupine Dreams----Chapter 5       Author:  Islador

They sat quietly, looking into each other’s eyes for several seconds, basking in the burgeoning 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 so you can 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 in astonishment.  

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!  He knew full well that request was beyond the pale.  Does she think that if I bit her 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 his visage changed from shock to horror to abject fear.  He looked 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 why 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.  She jumped down off the table and waved her hand in front of his face.  

“Dagomarus!  Hey!  Calm down!  I didn’t mean take a chunk out of me!!  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 the other meaning for that!”  

The look of understanding washed over him; he sagged in relief when he realized his error.  He stepped up to her as she knelt down and opened her arms to him.  He 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 when she licked his nose.  He shuddered with excitement and felt his chest tighten with such strong emotions; he loved her!  He nosed her chin, motioning for her to resume her former position on the table.  She slid up onto the table and arranged herself against 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 as she spread her toes and wiggled 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.  He slithered it up through her toes, flexing it as he finished.  The sensation of him doing that to her foot made it impossible 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-haunnhh!  I love it when you do that!”

He did the same to her other foot.  Her moans were unintelligible at this point.

He ran his tongue up the inside of her calf, reveling in the texture and taste of her skin.  He licked her other leg, and when he got to her knee, he hooked his tongue underneath and caressed the underside.  

“WHOOO HOO HOO!!  Hey!  I’m ticklish back there!”  

She nearly came off the table when he licked that part of her leg, so 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, letting it soak into 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 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, he pulled back and 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!  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 jaw 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 inside, underneath her clit.  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 pure ecstasy for her.  When he started wiggling his tongue over that special patch, she went into seizures.  The liquid that was oozing out of her 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 seemed to surge all the way from her pubic bone, through 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 smiling.  He watched her chest go up and down, he could hear her heart beating, very rapid and 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.  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.
  
“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 so 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 a step towards the sink, 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. In fact, no one had been that eager to eat her out, either.  When he finished cleaning 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!!!  I’m very sensitive there, pal.”  

He put a mental check mark next to that revelation.  He’d make her scream with pleasure by licking her there, too, he was sure of it.

She was still smiling at him when she said that, her hands covering her butt.  She noticed the calculating look appear on his face 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 beneath him.  There it was, huge, red and bobbing up and down with his heartbeat.  She was still frightened by its size, but she willed herself to really look at it this time.  It was dripping a clear fluid and leaving a puddle on the floor.  He started to retract it; but she looked at him, and 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 out 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 question 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, much warmer than she expected.  His cock filled her hand past the point where her fingertips could touch.  Then she noticed that the fluid dripping out of the end wasn‘t slowing down.  She reached up with her other hand and caught some of it.  She rubbed her fingers together, noticing how slick it made them.  She moved the hand that was holding his cock, sliding it up so she could get some of his fluid onto those fingers.

She looked at the shape of his cock; it was rather different from the few she had seen.  His was wedge-shaped at the tip, it almost came to a point, then it swelled near the middle and then tapered back again to a slight bulge before going back into his sheath.  The texture was completely different; it was slick, shiny, and smooth.  There were hundreds of tiny blood vessels on the surface, and she realized that’s what gave it the bright red color.  
  
She started exploring his body, looking at all, touching everything.  His sack was black, just like the skin under all that fur, and it was smooth and heavy.  She was used to pink, wrinkly, and scruffy with random hairs.  She reached under him between his legs and hefted his sack, noting that it was hot to the touch as well.  It was easily the largest pair of balls she had ever held in her hand.  As she leaned in closer, she became very aware of his scent.  The strong musk of pure MALE filled the air.  It was vaguely familiar from her previous experiences with the guys, but the pheromones that emanated from Dagomarus were much more primal and carried with them the unique odor of his current form.

She brought her hand back to his shaft and moistened her fingers.  Slicking both hands up, she began to slide them up and down the length of his shaft.  ‘Holy Shit!  I have both hands on him and there’s still more!’ she thought to herself.  ‘I never dated a porn star before!’  When she had that thought, she giggled and blushed.  She looked up at him to see his reaction.  He looked down at her and just raised an eyebrow.

She continued to stroke him, periodically recoating her hands with his pre-cum to keep them slick.  She watched as the rest of his body responded to her ministrations.  The muscles in his stomach contracted and his hips began to thrust forward in time with her stroking.  She picked up the pace, squeezing her hands firmly around his massive shaft.  The amount of pre-cum dripping out of the end of his shaft increased.  

As her pace quickened, the pre-cum started spurting out in time with his hip thrusts.  She could hear him rumbling deep in his chest, occasionally grunting when she squeezed him.  The next thing she saw was the base of his shaft starting to swell.  It kept getting larger and larger, and so did her eyes.  She kept increasing her pace and was squeezing him constantly now.  The bulge at the base of his shaft 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 thrusting faster now and the pre-cum almost a constant stream.
  
Suddenly, his shaft jumped in her hands and she nearly lost her grip.  Thick white fluid began squirting from the tip.  It shot out and hit her on the chin, her chest, her arms and then her hands as she tried to cover the end with her fingers.  He grunted deep in his chest with every spurt, until he subsided to a deep rumble.  The shaft continued to dribble fluid, but it eventually stopped.  It still 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, and was running down her stomach and into the thin patch of her pubic hair.  She felt it trickle down her nether 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 pint 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 several 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.  She noted that, yes; it was salty and slightly bitter, but not as bad as she had feared.  It didn’t really have any flavor, more of a texture than a taste.  It was slick, but not nearly as thick as her previous lovers’.  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 in contentment.

When she had cleaned both hands off with her tongue, she looked down at the rest of it all over her and smiled.  She peeked up at him, 

“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 the poker, 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 like that?”

He shrugged and nodded.  

“Oh.  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 women?”  

He caught the undercurrent in her voice.  She was worried, 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 said, 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 give herself a sponge bath.

He watched her for a few minutes, again, marveling at her body.  She was perfect.  He turned away before the sight of her could start the flow of blood again which would cause him to slip something back out; which would probably get her upset with him, ruining 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, the air cooled off rapidly.  He brought back a large piece and went to retrieve more.  When he had several pieces stacked 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 clothes, picked up the whole pile in one bite and carried them over to where she was just finishing up her 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 his expression stopped her.

“What is it?  What’s wrong?”  

He swung his head around and jutted his nose in the direction of her vehicle, growling, and then looked back at her.  

“Something is out there?”  

He shook his head vigorously.

“Then what?  Oh shit.  It’s a who, not a what, isn’t it?”

He nodded, growling his distress at this turn of events.  

“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.  Then she thought about the possibility and decided that it wasn’t likely after this much time had passed.  

“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.  They’ll 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 hopefully 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 other thing he could smell was mint.  He had no idea what that meant.  When he heard the first crackling of the pine needles under boots, he went back inside.  She was pacing back and forth across the room.  Her hands flittered nervously in front of her.  Her hair streamed 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 all right?  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 park ranger.  She busted out laughing and she could feel through the rumble under 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 sheepishly.  

“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 him, but judging from the look he was giving her, she didn’t think it would fly.  

“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, you would have found my carcass in the campsite.”  

The ranger looked right into her eyes, trying to see if she was lying, but he didn’t see anything suspicious.  He knew something wasn’t quite right about these two, but he couldn’t figure out just 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 through 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 badly, 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, 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 want to break eye contact with that ‘dog’.  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 ranger’s 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 night air.  He didn’t make a sound running through the forest; his paws always finding that perfect spot that wouldn’t 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 him.  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 had one of those talking boxes.  He knew what that meant; someone far away would know about them, and those on the other end would have guns.  They always did when he watched the ranchers use those things to call for help after he ate one of their cows.

He spun around and flew back to the cabin as fast as his four legs could go.  When he reached the cabin moments 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 do 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 started to climb 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 shook his head.  

“Why?  Won’t you get in?  You have to!  They’ll hunt you down.”  

He snorted and shook his head.  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 get going.  

“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.  And then stepped back a few paces into the darkened shadows of a pine.

“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.