Cereliel and the Wolf
by The Tome of Ebon: /~Tome_of_Ebon/
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Mar 29, 2010

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This story contains descriptions of an adult nature.  If you are a minor or
person offended by such materials, you should not read further.  This story
does not necessarily reflect any people or practices in the real world, and
should not be taken as reality.

Codes: M/F nc reluc piv 1st best knot mast

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Cereliel rose from the clear pool of spring water in the forest, shaking
herself dry as she ran her fingers over her smooth, freshly cleaned elven
skin, her long platinum tresses hanging heavy with moisture as she reached
back to wring them out.  Stepping out of the water, she took a deep breath
of the warm, clean air, then moved towards the spot where she had left her
ranger's gear while she bathed, the dappled summer light through the emerald
leaves making patterns of shadow on light, healthy-toned skin as she moved.

She was about to bend down for her clothes when a deep growl made her spin
around, her elven ears alert.

A rogue wolf, black-furred and golden-eyed, stood before her, growling low
in its throat.  The elf stood as still as she could, emerald eyes watching. 
Rather large, and a male, she observed as the beast neared her, still
rumbling.

Though she knew most wolves were harmless if unprovoked, Cereliel felt a
chill as she faced this one, lowering her emerald eyes submissively from his
gaze lest she anger the massive beast.  He was huge, larger than most
wolves, even in these forest deeps, and he was approaching her with his
black nose twitching and sniffing, hot snorts of breath escaping him as he
sampled her scent.  The animal came right up to her and placed his nose
directly between Cereliel's freshly-cleaned thighs, snuffling at her soft
elven cunt and causing a shiver of panic to run through her, though she
dared not move to escape.

Normally, she knew, a wolf would not be interested in mating with her, but
she did not feel so sure with this one.  There was a strange unseelie tone
about him, and though she knew that he was not a werewolf, still she felt
some of that corruption about him.  She was far from any of the elven
villages, and knew it was useless to cry out for assistance in the depths of
this primordial wood which she roamed, so she remained silent, attempting to
stand her ground as the beast investigated her.  When the wolf's hot, wet
tongue lapped out to cover her hairless cleft, however, she stepped back
reflexively, sweat beading on her brow as she frowned down at the forward
animal.

The wolf growled and began to crowd Cereliel, his teeth showing as he herded
her back until she lost her footing and stumbled over a gnarled root.  As
the elf fell with a shrill yelp, the wolf leaped, positioning himself over
her so that she could not escape.  His massive cock, protected in its furry
sheath, hung over her as she opened her eyes, his furry balls bobbing
slightly with his hot panting.  As she watched, the beast's cock grew erect,
revealing itself from its protected hiding place so that the elf's emerald
eyes could see it clearly.  Cereliel let out a distressed gasp, whimpering
to him in sweet, pleading tones of her Elvish dialect, "No, Sir Wolf... 
please, I don't want to mate with you."

The wolf, if he understood, dismissed her plea, clearly having no intent of
taking no for an answer as he pawed her breasts with his rough-padded feet,
turning her over by force and coaxing her with pushes and growls into a
receptive position as the elven girl bit her lip in distress, trying not to
scream or lash out lest the wolf tear her apart if angered.  His nose began
to sniff behind her ears, drawing in the scent of her hair before licking
her face, making her wrinkle her delicate little nose beneath him, her ears
twitching slightly as his tongue began to tease them.

Cereliel shuddered.  She was oath-bound to a code of honor which forbade
killing a wild animal unless for unavoidable need of food, and using her
elven charm would only make matters worse if used upon a lusting, rather
than raging, beast.  Much as it shamed her to mate with this strangely
desiring beast, she thought it better than to sully her position as guardian
of the forest.  Gently, she raised her rump a little higher and settled into
the position the wolf had pushed her into, gritting her teeth in preparation
for the ordeal.

Eagerly, the massive black wolf mounted the fearful elf, his hot breath
flowing out over the back of her neck as his shaggy hide rubbed against her
silky flesh.  The freshly-cleaned elf trembled as she felt the beast's
unsheathed cock press against the hairless lips of her cunt, its tapered tip
leaking precum on her.  She dared not move as the shaggy ebon beast slowly
penetrated her, its thick, throbbing wolf-cock sliding deeper and deeper
into her elven cunt.  A small whimper escaped her plush lips as the beast
slid into her; her active lifestyle left no barrier across her entrance, but
it was the first time she had ever had a male within her.

The wolf's hot breath flowed over her elegantly tapered ears, wet tongue
licking behind them as he growled at her slightest attempt to inch away from
the eagerly thrusting wolf-cock that impaled her.  The beast rumbled with
pleasure as her slender elven body trembled beneath him, part with fear,
part with the sensations of his violation, her cunt still moist from her
bath-time daydreaming as she'd rubbed it more than washing herself truly
required.  But this was no elven-prince who rode atop her now, the wolf's
shaggy hide rubbing against her back with his every thrust, reminding her of
his thick fur as his heated panting teased her skin.

The wolf's shaft pounded into her relentlessly, her eyes closing tight
against the thought of it even as her body began to buck back against his
thrusts, hoping to bring him to orgasm sooner if nothing else.  The great
beast's hot tongue licked at the nape of her neck as he nuzzled her hair
aside, his wicked eyes gleaming as he bore down on her, the scent of the
rich forest loam beneath her filling her senses.

He remained atop her for what seemed like an hour to the captive ranger,
though it was not so long as her imagination told her.  She shuddered with
shame, trying to ignore the sensations of the beast's shaft but failing. 
Every twinge of pleasure that her body offered made her soft elven face
blush deeper as she lay one cheek on the forest floor, ears twitching as the
beast teased her.  She was mating with an animal.  A wolf's penis had
sullied her intimate, unclaimed niche and would surely fill her with his
seed.  She blushed furiously at those thoughts, knowing that even if no one
saw what passed this day, the memory would not wash from her mind.  The
lingering warmth inside her from her bath shamed her further as the beast's
passionate thrusting rekindled the heat in her loins, and she cried out,
wriggling beneath the beast and drawing a growl from him as she tried to
physically escape her runaway thoughts to no avail.

The wolf savored in the little elven ranger as he thrust into her, her
willowy body rubbing against his thick-furred chest as his tapered cock
thrust deep into her rather wet cunt.  He filled her up with his hot flesh,
his feral thrusting growing more and more intense as his pleasure grew. 
Delighting in her scent and flavor, he licked her ears, enjoying the flick
of their long, elegant forms in response to his teasing, his amber eyes
seeing the hot blush on his mate's face and cherishing in it.  Pleasure
coursed through him as he panted, and he knew his climax would come soon... 
soon...

Cereliel cried out as the beast's knot stretched her, binding her painfully
to her wolven assailant as the flood of his hot seed began to spray deep
into her cunt, spurt after spurt as the beast's mighty cock throbbed inside
her.  The wolf leaped from her back, growling as he stood facing away from
her, tail high, the swollen knot joining elf and animal together.

Panting for breath, Cereliel took the beast's seed into her body as it
sprayed forth, doing her best to ride out the pressure of the wolf's swollen
knot, knowing that it would anger him if she attempted to pull away while
they were still joined.  The massive beast panted, savoring the tight, silky
elven cunt that gripped his knotted cock, his pink tongue lolling from his
mouth as his pleasure lingered until his thick shaft softened enough for him
to slip free.

His warm breath flowing over her as he moved to face her, the wolf licked
Cereliel's lovely face with his hot, wet tongue, panting above her as she
lay recovering.  He lingered above her for a time, licking and teasing the
shivering, blushing elf, then loped off into the thick undergrowth of the
forest, disappearing from the ranger's sight.

Cereliel lay still where the beast left her, watching him lope off into the
foliage, her little elven pussy dripping with wolf cum as she slowly
regained her energy.  Rising unsteadily, she returned to the spring to wash
herself again.  The cool water embraced her soothingly, and she set to
cleaning the sweat of their coupling and the musk of the wolf away as best
as she could.  Her breasts and face were soon clean, and her hands trailed
down to her loins, tentatively.

Sticky wolf cum clung to the dainty hairless slit of her elven pussy, not
wishing to come away in the soapless water of the spring.  Frowning, the
blonde elf began to scrape it away gently with her fingertips, and with a
blush realized that doing so stirred the heat that had been awakened by her
earlier touches in this same pool and further reawakened by her coupling
with the wolf.  She continued to rub away the stuck seed until her nether
lips were reasonably clean once more, heaving a sigh and noting that the
heat had not gone away.

Whispering a soft plea for forgiveness to the spirits of the forest and the
spring, she gently rubbed herself with no further intent for cleaning,
trying to make the unwanted want go away.  Closing her deep emerald eyes,
she leaned her head back, constructing once again the image of her imagined
elven prince as she caressed herself.  He would be a master of the
wood-ways, wise with years yet full of the joy of simple life in the
forests, and he would love her, touch her kindly and gently, unlike the
beastly wolf.

No, don't even think of the wolf, she warned herself, focusing her thoughts
on her fantasy once more, her fingers slowly caressing her nether lips and
the little button of her clit as her other hand slowly slid up her stomach,
caressing herself as she imagined her prince would, along her sides, her
neck, her stomach, gradually working towards her breasts, all very gently.

Soon, she was thoroughly engrossed in her play, warm breath flowing between
her plush lips in gasps and moans as she let her mind dip deep into the
imagined scene, her platinum locks soaked down to her scalp as she tossed
her head back and let them sink beneath the rippling water, her dainty feet
on the bottom of the pool as the water embraced her up to her neck.  She was
close...  so close...

She was there!  Crying out with pleasure, she let herself go, drifting on
the fantasy, and her pleasured cry turned to a shriek of embarrassment as
her wandering mind showed her the familiar, recent sight of that great black
wolf's visage, filling her mind's eye.  She blushed furiously as the
unstoppable orgasm rocked through her with the picture of the wolf in her
mind, her body shuddering and flushing with commingled shame and pleasure.

She washed herself all over again before rising from the pool, her sculpted
elven body catching the gentle afternoon light that filtered through the
trees.  Emerging from the water, she shook herself off and wrung out her
hair before drying off and dressing once more in her ranger's green, happy
to once more have its modesty today, though she often enjoyed her pure
natural nudity in the forest at other times.  Sighing and stretching her
arms over her head for a moment, she turned in the direction of the sun's
rays, the southwest, to continue her journey through the great forest. 

Until nightfall, she would journey on, pausing only to pluck an edible berry
here and there to enjoy along the way, putting as much distance between the
cool, clear spring and herself as she could before dark.  She hoped the
fresh sun of the morrow would offer her a day of carefree wandering as she
liked it, for this one had been eventful and wearying.

Her fresh footsteps left a clear trail of her scent, and she was not even
aware of the sensitive black nose that tracked those steps, the beast too
far behind to be seen or heard.

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