The Woods (Ch2)  

simplycarol 47F
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5/12/2006 7:26 am
The Woods (Ch2)


'Who is trespassing in my woods... my home....? What do they want... the world is not welcome here...? This is my realm.... My kingdom' He thinks as he tracks the intruder.... He can hear her running.... Smell her fear... her terror. At first he was sure that the hunters had once more come.... Come to kill him.... Come to try to kill him he corrects.... He cannot stop the low chuckle that this illicit.... The sound somewhere a mix between laughs and low growl. After years of being like he is... he no longer is bothered by it.

His mind wanders back.... Remembering.... It has been long since he remembered... The world of man... the chaos... the hatred.... The misery.... How he had hated it all... had fought against it.... Yes...he remembers the pain now.... How they used to abuse him... to use him... to drain him. His mind wanders back to that night soo long ago... the night when he was betrayed for the last time... when the one he loved the most.... When that bitch.... That whore. When he found her in bed with the one he thought his closest friend... Oh they had tried to say all the right words... all the right things.... But he had heard the laughter in their words... the enjoyment of his pain. His mind clearly calls the image of what happened next a she lopes thru the wood... trailing without having to try... this intruder has no woods sense.

The memories of what happens next flashes into his mind like a bolt of lightening... so sharp and real he stops... lost in the moment...not seeing the now ... The fire... the bon fire in the wood... the deep wood.... After having ran and ran and ran.... Lost.... Alone... he remembers the clearing... remembers the fire pit.... Finding the flint and steel stashed under a rock by the great oak... not knowing how it was he knew to look there... with tears still running down his cheeks he struck the flame.... The fire seemed to leap into being...and dance with its own life. Higher and higher the flames had grown... Even now he doesn't remember adding any logs to the flame... only the flames growing taller...brighter... hotter.... He remembers the telling.... The telling of his life... of the pain... or the misery... or the betrayals. He remembers his plea... 'Make it all go away... make the world as it should be... simpler... more natural...something.... Please.... I cannot take this life any longer.... Goddess save me" To this day he still does not know why he pleaded to the goddess... a deity he had never known.... But she listened... she came to him then.

He takes a moment to sniff the air... to listen... she's stopped.... Copper... the faint scent of copper on the breeze... she has cut herself... time enough to catch up to here in a moment.... He ponders this night... and realizes what it is that has sent his mind to wondering... the scent... that faint scent...hard to pick up on the night breeze because it is so much a part of it.... The scent of nature.... Her scent.... Almost ... he corrects. The image of her stepping from the flames leaps into his mind and he can see here again... standing in the flames... apart of them and not at the same time.... How beautiful she was... how pure... the light shading of her skin... her firm breasts... nipples hard... pinks.... Swollen looking... the drop of milk the seemed to defy the heat of the flame... her tight stomach.... Those soft red curls that only accent her lovely pussy... slick with want.... For many long moments he stands still...remembering... his body responding to the memory a she did the event... his cock swelling and rising...

The passion... pure... primal... never had he felt so free... so pure...so true. That night he let out what he had held back... the beast within... and she had laughed in delight... had helped him to give birth to his true form... suckling the milk from her breasts he had felt the change pass over him... his muscles swell... his bones pop and twist to reshape... reform.... Until he had become something that was both man and beast. In the months that followed he realized he had become the perfect union of man and wolf.... And that these were his woods. He had to slay many trespassers... many hunters to protect his wood.... The goddess always directs him to where he needs to be... but tonight.... Tonight... something is different.... The lust to kill is not there... but lust is... He shakes his head and looks down... taking a moment to realize how hard he is... he chuckles again... the low growling chortle that he makes.... Realizing that the goddess has given him another gift....

In a matter of moments he lopes the quarter of a mile that separates him from the newcomer. From the shadows he listens...he looks... he smells her. Her fear smells acidic... harsh... the smell of copper in the air seems to arouse him more... and then the wind shifts slightly and he can smell her sex... the musty tang of a woman.... Something he has not had since that night with the goddess.... That night all those years ago...Slowly he stands.... Walking into the clearing... as he does the clouds part and a beam of moonlight illuminates him... giving you a full view of him. You guess that he stands nearly eight feet tall when he stretches up... but is near six in his half-crouched state. You notice the easy way he stands and realize this is the way he usually moves about... half crouched... legs bent slightly... ready to move in an instant. Though he walks on two legs like a man he looks more like a wolf... his hands end in long claws that look savage and sharp... his legs have very powerful thighs and calves...with extra skin on them to give them a wide range of motion.... His face is stretched out into a muzzle of sharp teeth... ending in a black nose... but the thing that frightens you most... that terrifies you... is his startling blue eyes... eyes that show none of the beast... eyes of a man.... The eyes of the man who is inside this body of a creature. Eyes that regard you and seem to burn with some inner passion... It is then your eyes fall down his hairy body... the silver hair not hiding the swollen cocks that stands boldly from his body.... You notice that it is only partially covered in the hair... near the base... the rest is clear of it... and reddish... notes deep a red as that of a canine's... but much redder than any mans... though it still resembles more a mans cock than a beasts.... Especially since it is circumcised.... Perhaps a carryover from an earlier time in its life....

As you watch it slowly walks towards you.... Sniffing the air out of habit...."Yorrrr.... rorrrr....Yourrrr brrreaty" The words seem hard to make come from his mouth.... the r's rolling.... Coming out more of a growl than anything...does. It stops there... regarding you.... waiting to see what you will do perhaps......

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