Cereliel and the Wolf by The Tome of Ebon: /~Tome_of_Ebon/ To send feedback, visit the website above. Jul 25, 2010 ====== 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 reluc piv best knot ====== The next day, Cereliel rested against a fallen log, enjoying her meal of sweet fruits. A few small apples and some of the exotic purple berries she'd gathered tasted pleasant on her tongue, and she half-closed her eyes, dappled sun shining down on her through the leaves of the trees. She'd rested well after her tiring experience of the previous day, and after finishing her meal at leisure, she dared to lean back and rest a bit, her emerald eyes closing completely. There was a rustling in the brush that brought one of Cereliel's elegantly pointed ears to attention, twitching slightly at the sound. She shifted and raised herself, only to see the malevolent golden eyes of the black wolf gazing at her. With a growl he approached the supine elf, the same gleam in his eyes as she had seen before. Cereliel's cunt was still sore from the wolf's assault yesterday, and she instinctively covered herself there with one delicate hand, eyes narrowed as the beast approached. With a rumble, he bared his fangs and grabbed at the cloth of her britches, making the elf fear for a moment that he intended to kill her after all, but instead he began to pull at her garments, trying to tug them loose and soon making some small indents in the cloth despite the material's resilience. As the wolf continued to pull at her clothes with fangs and teeth, Cereliel gave a small cry. "Easy, easy..." she murmured, beginning to unfasten her clothing lest it be destroyed by the relentless beast as he tore at it. "You may have me if you must, Sir Wolf... just stop tearing my clothes..." She blushed deeply as she realized she was inviting the beast to mate with her, telling herself that it was only to keep her outfit from being torn up. The large, sharp fangs released her and the wolf stepped back a single step. He watched, remaining very close but letting the ranger undress, amber eyes drinking in every slender curve of elven flesh exposed as she pulled off her shirt, a cascade of platinum hair spilling as she drew it off over her head. The simple binding that helped support her breasts during the more rigorous activities of her lifestyle came off next, revealing her modest-sized but perfectly curved and perky elven breasts, the pinkish nipples standing out. The wolf licked his lips, beginning to grow erect, and Cereliel blushed again at the burning amber gaze that inspected her bare breasts. She realized that the creature must have been watching her bathe the previous day, lurking in the bushes while she'd rinsed those breasts--and even more intimate areas--with the clear spring water. Snorting hotly, the wolf pawed the ground, and Cereliel realized she'd stopped undressing as her thoughts wandered. Quickly, she began to unlace her fitted, rugged boots, simple socks coming off next to reveal her dainty elven feet, toes wiggling as they were freed. Then, slowly, but not too slowly, she unfastened her pants, sliding them down over slender, shapely legs, following by removing her undershorts as well, her hairless elven pussy bared to the beast's searing gaze. The wolf pawed eagerly as she pulled off the last of her clothes, and Cereliel gave a pleading whimper, elegant ears drooping as she thought of once again being ravished by the beast. The blush that touched her cheeks deepened as she remembered her climax in the pool the previous day, her deep emerald eyes tracing the animal's powerful form. He came forward, his large tongue beginning to lick her dainty cleft, making her squirm, ears drooping even lower as she wriggled, trying not to dwell on the sensation of the beast's tongue caressing such an intimate place. Slowly, the elf slid back to prop her buttocks up on the fallen log, raising her hips high as she lay back on her shoulders, lithe legs spreading to expose her tight little elven pussy fully. Her ears twitched as she watched the wolf, her blush staining her cheeks as she felt a whim to see the creature who was about to mate with her more clearly this time. He continued to lick her tight hairless cleft, rumbling hungrily, his massive cock swollen with desire, the tangle of red veins visible on his pale shaft. Cereliel moaned, unable to fully ignore the pleasantness of the sensation as the beast's tongue caressed her. Mounting her with an approving rumble at his mate's growing submissiveness, the black wolf brought himself into place atop Cereliel and thrust his dripping shaft firmly into her waiting cunt. A hot sigh of breath escaped him; the elven sheath was exquisitely warm and silky, tightly gripping and a delight to any cock that would enter it, the wolf's being no exception. Cereliel's smooth, hairless nether lips once more stretched around the beast's massive shaft as he thrust into her, fucking her roughly, rocking her beneath him with his movements as his large black claws dug into the earth to brace him as he pounded his hips to hers, heavy animal balls swaying. He filled her up, making her feel his fierce animal girth as she fitted tightly around him, his fur rubbing her soft skin as he thrust deep into her. Breathing heavily, Cereliel gazed up at the beast above her, her emerald eyes shimmering as she took in his bestial face. Meeting her gaze, the wolf lowered his muzzle to her face, his tongue lapping out over her lips, making her fading blush intensify once more as she wriggled beneath him. She tried to conjure up her previous fantasy, to pretend that she was really with her imagined elven-prince, but it was no use. The wolf filled her awareness, his furry body rubbing against her silky skin, his flesh stroking hers deep inside her treasured niche. She couldn't deny to herself that her little elven pussy was feeling pleasure at being stuffed by that thick wolf-cock, her hips shifting a bit on the log to press up against him, ignoring the bits of bark that flaked off on her shapely buttocks. The scents of the forest and of the wolf mingled in her nose, her own exquisite scent of elven female arousal drawn in on the wolf's breath as his shaft pumped in and out of her with each movement of his powerful black-furred hips. The wolf rumbled with pleasure as he drew in those deep breaths of Cereliel's sweet elven scent. Rigid with desire, his shaft plowed as deeply as it could go into the tight elven cunt, savoring her inner walls as they gripped and caressed him, hairy balls bobbing with his thrusts, tightening against his body as his pleasure rose. He licked the elf's lips, coaxing her to kiss him back, her tongue meeting his tentatively as she blushed hot, then caught herself, turning her head to the side with a whimper as the beast's tongue continued to explore her, caressing her cheek and throat. Moaning, the lithe elven ranger began to move her hips in time with the wolf's own, her flush tinged with something other than embarrassment as she bucked against her bestial mate, trying not to think too hard on what she was doing, though a part of her mind was able to slip into enjoyment despite herself, a moan escaping her pinkish lips as she met the impaling thrusts of the beast's cock with her own movements. They continued to buck and rub against each other, the elf becoming as heated and frenzied as the beast despite herself, her cheeks flushed as her nails dug into the rich loam of the forest floor, her skin rubbing on the fallen log until it turned pink, moans of pleasure escaping her as her ears flicked with arousal. The wolf's thrusts continued relentlessly, until a redoubling of his urgency made the elf gasp, knowing what was about to come. Bracing herself, she cried out as she felt the beast's knot swell inside her for the second time, stuffing her so very full as he tossed his head back and cried out his pleasure. Cereliel whimpered as the wolf's semen gushed into her depths again, filling her with great spurts as she wriggled beneath him, her platinum hair thrown into disarray. She wriggled her hips, feeling how the knot bound them together, her silky inner flesh clamped tight around him where he had suddenly grown so large. A wolf... inside of her... she blushed hot again, her ears twitching with agitation, hips wriggling again, though there was no escape from the knotting. The beast, finding the position they were in an unusual one for wolf matings, remained atop her, licking her cheeks, throat and lips, making her gasp occasionally when he teased her sensitive ears. Closing her eyes, the lithe platinum-haired elf let her thoughts run freely at last. How could she get the wolf to go away? She wondered as the semen pooled in her little elven cunt. The legions of his sperm swam eagerly in that most intimate part of her, seeking in vain to carry out the job nature gave to them. Her womb could not be quickened by wolf's seed, but the wolf seemed not to realize this, or if he had some inkling, was determined to try anyways. Eventually, she thought, he would become bored of her or come to realize that the matings were not bearing fruit... wouldn't he? Was that what she wanted? Her cheeks blushed hot and her ears drooped with shame. Of course that's what she wanted, wasn't it? Did she really want the wolf to continue this with her? She let out a whimper, shuddering as she tried not to think of the pleasure. Once the wolf's knot subsided and he pulled free of her, she rolled over to lie on the forest floor, ears low, face toward the ground as she gathered her confused senses. The beast remained nearby, licking her buttocks, distracting her and making her squirm as she tried to sort out her thoughts and emotions. After a while, he finally let up on her, but he sat himself nearby, watching his elven mate with his feral amber eyes. This time, he did not depart into the forest as before, and even when she began her journey once more, the wolf trotted along at her side, growling and showing his teeth if she tried to shoo him away. She'd welcomed him, this time... under duress, she promised herself... and now it seemed that he was going to stick close by. Cereliel's ears drooped and her cheeks flushed at the thought. She couldn't keep going like this, mate to an animal... could she? Her elegantly pointed ears hung low with shame. The virginity that she'd dreamed of offering to her imaginary elven-prince had been claimed by the bestial penis of a wolf. Now she'd even allowed him to mate with her a second time... only to save her clothes from being torn up... was that really the only reason? She sighed, prodding pensively at the forest floor with the gnarled branch of hard wood that served as her quarterstaff. The beast kept pace at her side, like a dog following its mistress, except that he had imposed himself in the position of master. The sunlight grew golden as the disc beyond the treetops grew weary with the passing of afternoon, and two figures picked their way together through the unspoiled forest, the ranger finding all as it should be, all except the strange companion at her side. The day slipped by, surrendering to night, and so the elf's troubled thoughts slid through her mind in streams and whorls, pondering the development that she had never imagined happening. Maybe as the course of her cycle passed, she would lose whatever had drawn the beast's interest in the first place. She would wait and hope, for now. What else could she do? She could think of no other solution that suited her, and by her side, the wolf padded silently along, seeming bothered by none of his companion's troubles, a canine smirk on his dark mouth. ======