Howling Part 1

The night in the cemetary was dark, cool, and clear.A faint wind rustled through the dark willows, and whistled mourningly on the night breeze.A young girl moved silently through the graveyard, weaving her way around the ancient stones.Her appearance was fitting for where she was, she appeared as if she herself were one of the living dead, a ghost of some sort.Her features were pale, contrasted by long honey blond curls, and large playful blue eyes.She wore a thin strapped white nightgown, which reached her ankles, and flew around her in the wind, hugging her slim and curvacious body.Little did she know she was being watched. A creature of the night, part man, part wolf, watched her dance around the headstones. She was one of the girls from the abby, she looked so pure and innocent, he wanted to taste her, have her, take her.He pushed those thoughts aside for the moment, she was a meal, not a tool for his pleasure, yet the throbbing in his loins said otherwise.He struggled to clear his mind, and focused on her again. She stopped in front of an old, abandoned moseleum, and she stepped inside. This was the chance he was waiting for, he rushed from out of the bushes and cleared his way to the crypt in less than a second, crashing through the gate before she could even close it.She shrieked when she saw him, he loomed over her, even though it was only the third night of the full moon, and he hadn't fully transformed yet.He was a horrific, yet splendorous sight, he stood at least seven feet tall, his body all muscle and covered in a silvery pelt of coarse, thick hair. his eyes, pale in color, seemed to glow with his hunger, and his mouth, which only began to lengthen into a snout, was open, exposing two rows of jagged, razor sharp teeth.His hair, bluish black in color, seemed to hang perfectly over his sharp, pointed ears.What terrified her the most, however, were the large, one inch long claws that sprouted from his fingertips.She backed slowly away from him, only landing herself in a corner. She pressed tightly against the cold marble as he advanced toward her, her breath coming in short gasps. This excited him deeply. Fear, all he could smell was her fear, and it made the desire he had tried to push away surface once more.His hunger was strong, yet his lust was stronger, and he took a single clawed finger, and ran it down the front of her dress, ripping the fabric as he did. She stood motionless until he ripped the remains of her dress savagely from her body, at which point she tried to run.He caught her easily, locking her in his iron embrace, and laid her on a near by slab. The moon, full and luminous, shined in through the dusty window, and cast light on her body, mesmerizing him by the soft fullness of her sweet young breasts, the glow of her smooth skin, the shape of her body, and the curves leading to her womanhood topped by golden curls. She watched him with a mix of fright and awe as he pinned her effortlessly to the marbled table, and swung his body over hers easily, taking care not to crush her under his weight. He looked down at her, watching the expressions on her face change, and finally she spoke in a small voice."Please don't hurt me"she said struggling against his body"Please let me go". She spoke so calmly, yet the tears of fright in her eyes, and her scent told him of her worry."I won't harm you, I just want what I've been denied of for so long, what is your name?" he asked her in a deep, scratchy voice."Anna" she replied."What do you want from me?" she asked, and the tears she could no longer hold back fell from her eyes and slid down her cheeks.This touched him in an odd way, and he bent and licked them away.She gasped at first, expecting pain, yet when she felt only the gentle sweep of his tongue, she relaxed slightly."Anna" he repeated, and began to nuzzle her neck gently, nipping it slightly with his teeth, barely even grazing her skin.She trembled, and offered her neck to him in a sign of silent surrender, and he knew she was no longer afraid.Yet there was a new scent he sensed.She was aroused. Her sweet scent beckoned him, and he no longer held back. He released her wrists and wrapped his powerful arms around her body, capturing her shaking lips with his own. He kissed her hard, forcing her to respond, and as her tongue entered his mouth, she could feel the sharpness of his teeth, and knowing how easily he could harm her, she shivered in acknowledgment. His tongue traveled the length of her body, laving the hard, sweet peaks of her breasts until she could barely breathe, and lower still. He lapped tenderly at her milk white thighs, and moved inward, inhaling sharply her aroused aroma. His tongue teased and probed, he found the center of her pleasure with ease, and licked at her hot wetness until she begged him to cease.His pawed hands ran over her body, touching her, making her feel so feverish, so desired, she ached to feel more. He looked down at her once more, and looking deeply into her eyes, he knew what she needed. Him. Slowly, from out of the pouch on his groin came his manhood.Hot, large, and thick, it pulsed with life and heat. She only gazed upon it breifly, and her fear surfaced again. He kissed her reassuringly once again, and then led himself to her hot tightness. He slid in slow, feeling the block of her virginity, and thrust hard.He heard her whimper and cry out in pain, but he was beyond niceties now.He wanted her, all of her, right then. He sheathed himself fully inside of her, and withdrew, then thrust again, and withdrew slowly until he was sure the pain had eased for her. Then, he gripped her hips tightly and began to move within her hard, pressing her hips to his so close, that nothing seperated them but his thick pelt. He moved so hard, so fast, she could not think, her body was in turmoil, and she tried to escape this sweet torture, yet he held her fast. Tears fell from her eyes and she had never felt so humiliated and vonerable in her life, she hated this....she felt...she felt...different. It was not painful any longer, and the dull ache began to coil tightly inside her and became hot pleasure. She moaned as she arched her body to meet his, and he panted and grunted in a bestial way. Suddenly, pleasure shot out inside of her, and her body shuddered into a hard climax.Sensing her release, he let himself follow, and he growled as he flooded her body with his hot, sticky seed. Panting, he pulled her close to his body for a moment.This, this which was supposed to be a harsh rape and a violent meal for him, had ended up with him making love to her. He knew he had found his mate, for she did not reject him on appearance, and she had taken his body willingly. He had now made her his. He looked and saw her cuddled contently against his furred chest, and she was beggining to drift into sleep. He looked out the window, and the moon was beggining to set, he had to leave, for he could not show her his human self yet.He slowly eased away from her body, and covered her with the remnants of her dress.And, before he departed, he leaned over to whisper in her ear"I will come back for you, you are mine". She looked at him, and then fell into slumbers enveloping embrace. He exited the tomb, and ran swiftly to the hilled forest, where, he howled to the sky in rejoicment of his new found love. CopyrightM.EDDY2000