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Man or Beast - 2 (FM, beast)
by Diana Svensson (diana_svensson@yahoo.com) 
Date: September 1999 



(If you're not supposed to read about sex, go away. See part one for
full disclaimer.)

Man or Beast, part 2 of 2    (By Diana (diana_svensson@yahoo.com)) 

   Emily was dreaming. She was flying through the forest, towards the
mountains. It was quite dark now, and she couldn't see the sun. Trees
and bushes swished by at high speeds to either side, the wind was
howling in her face . . . 

   She turned over and soaked in the warmth of the fireplace. The
crackling sound of the burning embers was very comforting. How lucky
she was to have this cabin with this lovely open fireplace. She opened
her eyes.

    Emily gasped and sat up with a start. She wasn't in the cabin. She
was in some sort of cave, with a fireplace, and she wasn't alone.
Hunched down next to the fire was a naked man. He was very muscular,
very hairy, and had a really wild look about him. Emily looked up at
his face and saw his blue eyes. Suddenly it all came back to her - the
hunter, Jack, and that creature, that beast with the bright blue,
human eyes. Emily screamed. She tried to crawl backwards, away from
the monster, but behind her was solid rock. Trembling with fear she
looked up at him - he looked hurt.

   She had expected to see anger in his eyes, but there was only
sadness and pain. "Shit, I don't want to upset this . . . thing," she
thought to herself, and tried hard to seem less frightened. It wasn't
easy though, with the image of that monstrous creature ripping Jack to
pieces still fresh in her mind. She wondered why it had killed Jack
and not her.

   Emily flinched as the man stood up. He was holding something in his
hands, arms stretched out towards her, like he was going to give it to
her. Slowly he came closer, averting his gaze from her. Emily relaxed
a little, she didn't think he was going to hurt her. He got to within
a meter of her, then stopped and held out his offering. Emily took it.
It was a sort of plate, made out of some big, green leaf. On it were
berries, mushrooms, a few smaller leafs, some sort of root and a piece
of grilled meat. Emily realized how hungry she was, her stomach was
practically screaming at her. She eyed the food suspiciously, then
looked up at the man. He made a nodding motion with his head and sat
down.

   Emily picked up one of the berries from her plate and put it in her
mouth - it tasted heavenly. In a blink of an eye she forgot all her
suspicions about the food - and that she was sitting in a cave with a
monster she had seen kill a man - and dug in. She stuffed her mouth
with berries and mushrooms, and sank her teeth into the meat - it
tasted very gamy, and the lack of seasoning surprised her sense of
taste, but it wasn't bad.

   Emily ate and ate, scooping up food with her hands, unloading it
into her mouth and chewing noisily. When she finally looked up the man
was looking at her with a weak smile on his lips.

   "Emily," he said. 

   Emily looked surprised, "You . . . you can speak?"

   He looked down, "Yes."

   Emily sat quietly for a moment then asked, "Do you have a name?"

   He seemed a little confused, like he hadn't quite understood the
question, but answered, "Daniel."

   "Daniel?" Emily was surprised again. She hadn't really expected him
to have a name, much less something ordinary like Daniel. But she was
feeling less scared now. Daniel seemed kind and gentle enough, even
shy. 

   "Well, thanks for the food, Daniel, I needed that," she continued.

   "You're welcome."

   Emily didn't know what to say next. She was afraid she would say
something stupid and anger him, and that would probably be a very bad
thing to do. She had to get out of here somehow, away from this
creature, back to her cabin, then back to the city.

   Daniel looked at her, "Are you afraid of me?"

   "No . . . I mean . . . uh . . . should I be?"

   "I won't hurt you."

   "Like you hurt that hunter, Jack? That was you, wasn't it?" Emily
blurted out, regretting her words right away. 

   "Yes, that was me."

   "Why?"

   "Because he was going to hurt you," Daniel said, looked away and
continued, "I've been watching you since you got here."

   "You have?" Emily was feeling faint. This creature had been
watching her for three days? She gasped. "The pond?"

   "Yes," Daniel answered with an embarrassed look on his face.

   Emily was embarrassed, too. He had seen her naked, playing with
herself. She blushed.

   They both sat quietly for a long while, Daniel obviously feeling
uncomfortable about having spied on her. He stood up, again making
Emily jerk back. 

   "I'll be right back, wait here," he said and walked away from Emily
and the fire.

   "This is my chance," Emily thought, but found she didn't dare get
up and try to run away. If he caught her she would be in trouble for
sure, and she had no idea where she was, or where she could go. She
surveyed the cave. The roof was high enough for a tall person to stand
straight, and the walls seemed a little too smooth to be natural.
Could it be a mine? She didn't think so, since the cave seemed to end
just behind her back. The smoke from the fire drifted away in the same
direction Daniel had walked off. She sighed, and then almost laughed
at the surreal situation she was in. She looked into the fire.

   Daniel didn't stay gone for long. He was back within a couple of
minutes. He looked pleased when he saw she hadn't moved.

   "Here," he said and handed her a glass bottle containing some clear
liquid. 

   Emily unscrewed the cap and took a swig. It was cool, fresh water.
She drank deeply, enjoying the water that tasted so much better than
the stuff she got out of the tap back home in the city. When she had
drained half of the bottle she replaced the cap and sat it down next
to her on the floor.

   "Thanks," she said and looked at him. She had been too afraid to
really look at him before, but now she felt more relaxed and looked
him over intently. He was quite handsome. It was hard to tell his age,
but she estimated he was about 35. His face was attractive in a rugged
sort of way. His wild, dark hair looked full of life, and his bright
blue eyes were expressive and incredibly intense. His body was
rippling with tough looking muscles. His muscular chest was covered by
a thick mat of hair, which thinned out down towards his abdomen.
Emily's eyes drifted lower. "Oh, my, God!" a voice in her mind
exclaimed, as her gaze landed on the limp penis dangling between his
legs. To say that he was well endowed would be an understatement.
Emily couldn't help but stare. Suddenly a hand obstructed her view.
She looked up and saw an embarrassed look on David's face, evidently
he had seen where she was looking. He was blushing, and it looked
mighty strange on his masculine face. 

   Emily blushed too, and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare.
Why don't you wear any clothes?"

   "Well . . . I've never really had anyone around before, and they
get in the way when . . ."

   "When you transform?" Emily finished.

   "Yes," he admitted, after a short pause.

   "What are . . . uh, I mean, who are you?"

   David smiled another weak smile and asked, "What do you think I am?"

   Emily hesitated, it wasn't that she was afraid of how he would
react anymore, she was afraid of admitting to herself that she really
thought he was . . . "A werewolf?" she said out loud.

   "Yes, that is what I am. A werewolf, a shape shifter, a lycanthrope."

   Emily was starting to forget about her fears by now; she was
fascinated and very curious. "So . . . you turn into a wolf?"

   "Not quite. I turn into something in between man and wolf. I . . .
I still walk on my hind legs, and . . ." he paused, "God, I've never
talked to anyone human about this before." He looked as if he was
about to start crying. 
   
   "I'm sorry, if you don't want to talk about this . . ."

   "No, I do," he interrupted, "it's just that it's been so long since
I've talked to anyone about anything." He had a very sad look on his
face.

   Emily saw the pain in his eyes; she wished she could do something
to ease it, but she didn't know how. She thought for a moment, then
asked, "How did you become . . . what you are?"

   "I didn't," he answered, "I was born this way. It's not like in the
movies; you don't become a werewolf by being bitten by one. Both my
mother and father were werewolves. It's like a genetic disease; you
inherit it from your parents"

   Movies? Genetic disease? Emily thought this man looked far too much
like a savage to know about such things.

   Like he could read her mind he smiled and said, "I haven't always
been living out here. In my youth I lived with my parents in the city.
I even went to school like an ordinary kid."

   "But . . . how? People didn't know about . . ."

   "No, of course not. It's not too hard to keep it a secret. I mean,
can you tell by looking at me that I'm not a normal human being?"

   "Well . . ."

   "Imagine me with clothes on," he smiled.

   "No, I guess not. But . . . what would you do when there was a full
moon?"

   Daniel laughed, a nice warm laugh, "Now there's another thing from
those movies. The full moon doesn't affect me in any way. You didn't
see a full moon tonight, did you? The . . . transformation takes place
when I want it to take place, most of the time anyway."

   "Most of the time?" Emily asked, feeling a tingle of nervousness
curse through her body.

   "Yes. Sometimes, when I become very angry or scared, I will change
against my will. But relax, that hardly ever happens anymore. It was
worse when I was younger." He gave her a friendly smile, "Besides,
even if I did change, I wouldn't hurt you."

   "Okay, I believe you," Emily said and smiled at him.

   Daniel opened his mouth as if to say something, then closed it. The
he opened it again and said, "You are very beautiful."

   Emily blushed, her smile broadening, and said, "Thank you, you're
quite . . ." then she stopped and blushed deeper. What the heck was
this? Exchanging compliments with a werewolf?

   "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to . . ." Daniel began saying.

   "No, it's okay, that was a sweet thing to say, thank you," Emily
interrupted and kept blushing. Changing the subject, she asked, "So,
why do you live here now?"

   Daniel's smile disappeared from his face. "I had to move away from
the city. My . . . my parents were both killed." His head sank and he
stared at the ground.

   "Oh Daniel, I'm so sorry," Emily said, reached out and took
Daniel's hand in hers.

   Daniel looked up, surprised. There were tears in his eyes, but he
smiled and squeezed her hand gently, "It was a long time ago now. I
was just a boy when our flock got into a conflict with another. We
were defeated, and, as far as I know, I was the only one who got away.
I've been living here ever since."

   "Flock? Does that mean there are many like you out there?"

   "Not that many, but I am far from the only werewolf in the world.
We seldom live alone, like I do. I am an outcast, because I belong to
a defeated flock."

   "But can't you go live with some other flock?"

   "No, they wouldn't accept me. We seem to be extremely suspicious
and hostile towards strangers by nature. The males don't want the
competition of a new male in their flock. The pecking order of a flock
is very emphasized, and I wouldn't fit in. I am quite strong, and my
status in a flock would be in accordance with that. That means I am a
threat to the high-ranking males in the flock, so they would unite
against me and either drive me away or kill me. In a way I am free,
since I don't have to concern myself with the strict social rules of
flock life."

   "But you must be lonely . . ."

   "Yes, lonely I am," he looked into her eyes, "but you're here now."

   Emily wondered what that was supposed to mean. Did he expect her to
stay with him? "I guess I am . . . but why? What do you want with me?"

   Daniel sat thinking for a while then answered, "I'm not sure.
Please know I will not hold you here against your will. If you want I
will take you back to the cabin and leave you there."

   Emily felt relieved. Maybe she would get out of this mess alive
after all.

   "I guess I became fascinated with you from the moment I first saw
you," he continued, "I heard your car when you drove up to the cabin,
and I went to check who the visitor was. I was very surprised to find
it was a beautiful woman, and that she was alone."

   "I saw you sitting on that bench in front of the house, with the
most blissful look on your face. You looked like you had seen heaven.
You just sat there, watching, as I watched you. To me you seemed just
as amazing as the miracles of nature must have seemed to you that
first day."

   "When you finally stepped inside, I sneaked up to where you had
been sitting. Our sense of smell is very sensitive, and I could feel
your scent. A lot of human women tend to wear far too much perfume for
our sensitive noses, but you wore just the right amount - just barely
discernable from the background smells and the scent of woman."

   "I stayed by the house all night, wanting to be close to you, this
amazing person that had come to my realm. That night I decided I was
going to keep watch over you during the remainder of your stay. I
could almost pretend it was with your safety in mind I made that
decision, but really, all I wanted was to be close to you."

   "And when you came out the next morning I fell in love with you.
Your long, beautiful hair was down, and you were only wearing your
robe. You were the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. And then . . .
well, you know what happened next. I was watching you from the tree
line and, God, I wanted you so much. I tried to sneak closer. I could
hear you . . . and then you felt my presence, and I got all nervous
and started backing away, you must have heard me."

   "I was devastated. I thought I had really scared you and ruined
your time here. Then you came back out and got your robe and your
shoes. What a relief! I kept my distance during the rest of the day,
not wanting to scare you again."

   "This morning I saw you packing your backpack and head out. I
followed you. When you started going the wrong way I had the strongest
urge to reveal myself and show you the right direction. But I knew
that would probably scare you. I kept hoping you would find your own
way home. Then you got to that dead-end trail, that's when I decided
I'd have to help you out. You heard me and started running."

   "When that man found you I was relieved. I thought he would show
you the way, and everything would be okay, but then I noticed that
something was wrong. The next second you were fighting. I went berserk
and . . ."

   Emily had sat quite during his entire recount. She was moved, and
flattered by the things he had said about her. When Daniel's voice
trailed off she shook her head, as if to clear it, and asked, "And
then you took me here?"

   "Yes."

   "And where is this place?"

   "Far away from your cabin, in those mountains you seem so
fascinated with."

   "Really?"

   "Yes, really. Would you like to see them up close?"

   "Oh, yes please," Emily smiled broadly.

   "Come on then," Daniel said and stood up.

   Emily started to get up, and noticed how weak her legs felt. She
got to her feet and staggered towards Daniel. He looked at her and
said, "I'll carry you."

   "Okay," Emily replied and slumped into his arms. He picked her up
effortlessly and cradled her. Emily felt the warmth of his naked body
through her clothes. Somehow it didn't bother her that he was in the
nude.

   Daniel carried her out of the cave. It was completely dark now, but
the sky was full of glimmering stars and a half-moon was shining
brightly. He turned, offering her a view of the enormous mountain from
which they had just emerged.

   "Oh!" Emily gasped.

   "Quite breathtaking, isn't it?" Daniel asked in a low voice.

   "Oh, yes, it's magnificent," Emily replied. Without really thinking
she tightened her grip around his neck and leaned her head against his
strong shoulder. Daniel turned his gaze from the mountains to her. She
looked up into his eyes. Daniel moved his head towards hers and put
his lips on hers.

   Emily pulled away from the kiss, and looked accusingly at him.

   "I'm sorry! I don't know what got into me!" he apologized. 

   At first Emily didn't answer, her expression changed to a sweet
smile and she said, "Don't be sorry. Do it again!"

   And Daniel did. Their lips met in a tender, gentle kiss. Emily
could hardly believe what was happening, but she liked it. 

   When they finally broke the kiss Daniel whispered, "I must be
dreaming."

   Emily almost started laughing. "*You* must be dreaming? Here I am,
kissing a werewolf, you don't suppose *I* could be the one dreaming?"

   They both laughed. Then Daniel took on a serious tone and said,
"well, not many people ever get to kiss a werewolf, but I'm sure even
fewer get to kiss someone as amazing as you."

   Emily blushed, "Thank you . . . you know, for a werewolf you're
awfully sweet."

   "I try," Daniel said, grinning. "Would you like to go back inside?"

   "Yes, I think I would." Emily looked into his eyes and smiled.

   Daniel carried Emily back into the cave, sat her down on a thick,
brown fell, and knelt in front of her. He took one of her little hands
in his big hand, brought it to his lips and softly kissed each of the
four knuckles on it, then he looked up and asked, "Will you be my
guest here tonight?"

   "Yes," she breathed.

   Daniel inched closer to her, then leaned forward and kissed her.
This kiss started out just like the previous, soft and gentle, but it
quickly grew more intense. Soon Emily parted her lips, accepting
Daniel's tongue into her. Their tongues danced a slow dance in the
miniature ballroom of her mouth. Daniel's hands moved around Emily's
back, pressing her tightly against him.

   Daniel broke the kiss and looked deeply into her eyes, caressing
her cheek with the back of his hand. "Even your taste is delightful,"
he whispered.

   Emily's heart was melting rapidly and - it seemed - running through
her body down to her opening - for it was starting to fill with warm
fluids. She didn't say anything; she just beckoned him to kiss her
again with her eyes. He did. This time it was Emily's turn go
exploring with her tongue. As she probed into his mouth she let her
hands roam over his naked body.

   Emily pulled back. She swiftly removed her sweater and the T-shirt
she was wearing under it, then gently pushed David away from her so
that she could stand up and get out of her jeans. Daniel sat back,
watching, as she took off everything but her bra and panties.

   "Would you like to do the honors?" she asked, indicating her
underwear.

   "I would," Daniel answered and stood up. 

   He embraced her and reached behind her back for the clasp of her
bra. After a few seconds of struggling, it came off. Daniel pressed
her against him, her warm breasts mashing into his chest, her erect
nipples poking him. He planted dozens of kisses on her face -
forehead, eyebrow, eyelid, nose, lips, and cheek. He continued down
from her cheek to her neck, causing Emily to shudder, then to the top
of her shoulder and her collarbone. His trail of kisses kept going
lower, to the upper swell of her left breast. He paused there for a
moment, then took the nipple between his lips and sucked gently,
drawing a moan from Emily's lips. His hand went to her other breast,
cupping it and pinching the nipple with his fingers.

   Emily was tremendously turned on. The crotch of her cotton panties
was getting moist from her lubrication. She let out little mewling
noises as Daniel worked on her breasts. Soon she could not bear to
wait any longer. She put her hands on top of Daniel's head and pushed
it downwards.

   Daniel planted a new trail of kisses, down her chest, then her
belly - paying extra attention to her bellybutton - and finally along
the top line of her panties. He hooked his fingers in the waistband
and looked up at her. 

   She whispered, "Yes, take them off," in a husky voice.

   He slipped her panties down around her feet, revealing her bush of
dark pubic hair. She stepped out of them, spreading her legs a little
in the process. Daniel leaned in closer and drew in a long breath
through his nose - then he dove right in. He kissed and sucked on her
nether lips, licking between them and pushing his tongue inside her
opening.

   Emily's already weak and trembling legs rapidly got even weaker.
When his tongue brushed over her clitoris she just couldn't stand any
longer. She slumped down on the fell. Daniel followed her down, still
licking her. Her hips were bucking weakly against his face.

   "Oh, that is so good," Emily managed between a moan and a gasp,
"but I want you inside of me, now."

   Daniel removed his face from between her legs and got into position
on top of her. Emily could feel his throbbing erection brush against
her thigh. She spread her legs wide apart, inviting him to penetrate
her. He reached down between their bodies and guided the head of his
manhood to her opening. He pushed.

   Emily gasped as Daniel's cock entered her. It felt huge. She
relaxed as best she could, and he kept pushing. Soon he was buried to
the hilt inside of her. Emily had never felt so filled in her entire
life - it was exquisite.

   They maintained that position for a little while, then Emily
hissed, "Fuck me." 

   Daniel slowly withdrew from her, leaving Emily with a feeling of
emptiness. When he was almost all the way out he stopped and started
pushing in again. He did this a couple of times, then struck up a slow
and steady rhythm.

   They kissed, eagerly sucking on each other's tongues. Emily moaned
into Daniel's mouth. Her vaginal muscles were already clenching in
reaction to the stimulation. Daniel repositioned himself and started
increasing the tempo of his thrusting. Emily closed her eyes, letting
herself climb towards climax. Her hands went around his neck and down
his furry back. With a start she realized the fur was growing thicker
by the second. Her eyes flew open. She could clearly see the changes
in his face. His jaw was extending, merging with his nose, his muscled
body seemed to grow even more hard muscles, and lots more hair. His
bright blue eyes remained the same, burning with lust. Emily thought
she was going to die. She opened her mouth to scream out in terror,
but the cry that came out was one of ecstasy, as her orgasm exploded
wildly.

   The sudden fear she had felt when she found that Daniel was
changing was being replaced by something else. She was actually
becoming even more turned on.

   Snarling and growling Daniel started fucking her faster and faster.
Emily had hardly recovered from her first orgasm when the second one
came thundering down on her. Her mouth was wide open and her scream of
intense pleasure pulsated like a siren from his hard thrusts. 

   Daniel was slamming in and out of her at an insane pace. Emily
didn't think she could take much more of this. Her back arched to the
point of breaking, her breathing was labored and shuddery and she was
starting to feel faint. Daniel just kept going, faster yet, if nothing
else. Emily was rocketing towards her third orgasm when Daniel's
thrusting finally became jerky and his body seemed to stiffen up. He
came with a roar. Emily wasn't sure whether she was feeling relieved
or disappointed - she was so close to climax. But Daniel didn't stop.
He kept coming and coming, still thrusting wildly. Emily could feel
spurt after spurt of hot fluid shoot into her. Then she was coming
again. She couldn't even scream out this time, all that came out was a
choked gasp. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets, and she left her
body behind, going out into the darkness of unconsciousness for the
second time that night.

   When she came to her senses Daniel was lying next her, panting,
looking at her with a worried expression on his face. She smiled at
him. He looked relieved and smiled back. He had begun changing back,
and looked more human than wolf. Emily snuggled up to him and pressed
her face against his hairy chest. She felt totally fulfilled and
utterly drained. It didn't take long before she was sleeping like a log.

   When she woke up the next day, Daniel was sitting beside to her on
the fell, softly stroking her hair. She smiled and decided that,
against all odds, and despite of the bad things that had happened to
her over the last 24 hours, her vacation had just become even better.

END 


