Cereliel and the Wolf, Ch.3 by The Tome of Ebon: /~Tome_of_Ebon/ To send feedback, visit the website above. Feb 11, 2011 ====== 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 oral best knot mast magic ====== Cereliel savored the dappled sun that danced on her as she lay in the middle of a small circle formed by young trees, the vegetation just beginning to fill a spot that had been left clear in the past. The wolf had departed, but she knew by now that he would be back. These days of traveling with him, serving as his mate whenever he willed it, had assured her of that. She lay naked, her woodland green clothing folded neatly nearby as her soft skin savored the caress of the light zephyrs that danced through the wood. It was just to enjoy the feeling of her own nudity, she told herself. Just like it always had been, before... before any of this. Was that really all? I'm not waiting for the wolf to mate with me, she told herself, I'm not. Deep in her loins, the muscles of her intimate sheath flexed lightly as if answering her. Liar, they told her. How could she be so eager to feel a wolf mating with her? Wasn't each creature meant to mate among its own kind? Her own sex drive was disagreeing with her, bringing a flush to her cheeks and a droop to her ears. Her body ached to be coupled with the wolf's. It wasn't even letting her entertain her old fantasies any more... every time she touched herself in the beast's absence, her mind wandered to that powerful black-furred body and those piercing amber eyes, and the feel of his fur rubbing on her skin as mounted her... Her fingers wandered down the bottom of her stomach, towards her nether lips, but she stopped herself, sighing as she gazed up into the treetops, her platinum hair spilled all about her head. That wouldn't do, she reprimanded herself, even as her mind wandered back to her feelings of desire. Midday seemed to linger, and the elf savored a few berries as she rested and thought, running her fingers through her pale tresses from time to time, her pink lips pursed a bit. Her emerald eyes traced the dance of the leaves in the breeze above her, the young trees letting shining rays of light break through to caress her skin with their warmth. Arching her nude body, she stretched, catlike in movement as she extended her limbs to the point of slight quivering before relaxing into place once more, her eyes closing. She was almost dozing when she sensed the half-expected approach of the beast. He'd been hunting, as she'd thought, and now seemed contented, padding closer to run his muzzle over her silky skin, drawing in her scent as she twitched reflexively away from the moist skin of his nose. Opening her brilliant green eyes, she watched him, examining the increasingly familiar lines of his black-furred form as he investigated her. Ears drooping, she blushed slightly, fully aware of her nakedness now that he was near. Still blushing, she allowed herself to press her hands into the creature's dark coat, feeling his fur, leaning closer, testing his scent as he tested hers. She knew that he wanted her. Had she ever been so wanted before? Why now, why like this? The elf sighed in her confusion, the beast rumbling to her, and she could see that his shaft was beginning to poke out of its black-furred sheath, stiffening in her presence. She remembered Emeriel, older and more experienced than she was, whispering stories to her when they'd camped together, telling her of the passions she'd shared with her lovers as Cereliel listened with drooping ears and a blush despite her rapt attention. Yes... she remembered that Emeriel had mentioned that her lover liked it very much when she put his penis into her mouth, something that had made Cereliel flush at the time she heard the admission, but which she had soon incorporated into the daydreams of her elven-prince. Shaking her head slightly to clear the memories, Cereliel stared at the heated length of erect, reddish wolf-flesh that hung before her. Could she really put that into her mouth? Part of her balked at the thought. But still, she found her lips slowly pursing, and very tentatively they found their way to the tip of his shaft, brushing lightly, afraid at what it might taste like yet strangely eager to experiment, to give her nether lips a rest from the grinding and thrusting of the hungry beast. "Let me..." she whispered, flushing hot as she gently grasped the wolf's cock and slowly, tentatively brought her tongue out to touch the shaft's underside. The wolf rumbled, eying her quizzically, then nudging the tip of his shaft a little more firmly against the elf's lovely lips. Complying with the unspoken demand, the elf's warm, wet mouth opened, allowing the wolf to penetrate. She made sure to keep her jaw slack so as not to bite him, her silky lips caressing his flesh as he slowly slid into her mouth. Feeling his cock's tip touch the back of her inexperienced throat, she gagged and jerked her head back, almost losing control, but not quite. A pair of tiny, glittering tears formed at the corners of her eyes, and she placed her hands on the wolf's hips, trying to catch her breath. The beast rumbled at her again, and she knew, feeling fearful once again, that the creature was craving to feel her draw out his seed. Carefully, she began to suck on the shaft, treating it like the woody enth'las root that she sometimes enjoyed sucking the sweet sap out of. The wolf wriggled his hips a little, but seemed willing to accept her ministrations, even if not yet satisfied by them. Cereliel let a relieved sigh flow out of her dainty elven nose; at least the wolf seemed to understand her attempt at fellatio enough that he didn't insist on thrusting into her mouth. When she found that the taste was not foul, she dared to open her mouth wider, letting the beast insert his cock into her unskilled mouth, knowing enough to keep her teeth out of the way, at least. Carefully, she tickled the bottom of his shaft with her tongue, eyes lidded as she felt out the shape of him in her mouth, cautious, tentative. Reaching to his balls, she stroked their hairy protective skin gently, knowing enough about the biology of creatures to be aware that this was where his sperm came from... her own lover's sperm! She brushed the overly-enthusiastic thought from her head, blushing furiously. How could she think such a thing? Her reasoning mind still rebelled against her situation, even now as she suckled the beast's shaft with warm, wet lips, making light smacking and sucking sounds once in a while as she slowly moved her head back and forth. Applying her keen abilities of observation and her knowledge of animals, she watched to see what moves the wolf liked, gently experimenting as she felt out his desires and gradually began to apply her knew knowledge. She was rewarded by increasing signs of the beast's pleasure, his initial curiosity giving way to enjoyment, his hips wriggling from time to time, urging her to go on. Patiently, the wolf basked in his elven mate's ministrations, letting her know with rumbles and wriggles what movements he liked best as her nimble tongue laved over the hot flesh of his cock. Her gentle hands cupped the beast's balls carefully, stroking them, fingers occasionally teasing the base of his cock where his knot was, lightly taking the slightly bulbous, steely flesh between her fingers and caressing it. Her emerald eyes slowly closed, and she let out a warm sigh through her nose as her mouth worked back and forth over the bestial flesh of her lover, stroking him with wet lips. She felt him growing close, her mouth working more eagerly until she was rewarded by a deep, beastial moan of pleasure from his throat, the shaft swelling and throbbing in climax. Cereliel shivered as the wolf's hot, musky seed gushed out of his shaft, filling her mouth; its taste was new and strange to the elven ranger as she took her first ever mouthful of sperm. She did her best to swallow for him, gulping audibly and trying not to gag as the warm goo spouted into her mouth, a bit getting out to trickle over her lower lip and chin. She could feel the bulge of his knot swelling large, and remembered how it bound him in her, her hands wrapping around it to hold it firmly as her flesh did so that his instincts could be sated while he gave her his seed. Wrapping her lips tight around the tip of the beast's cock, the elf drank up the last spurts of his rich ejaculate, her eyes lidded as she purred, drawing the last drops into her mouth to swallow before kissing the tip of him. Laying back on the forest floor then, she lay dreamy-eyed and blushing, lips glossed with a trace of wolf semen as the beast sat nearby, guarding her. --- As she rested that afternoon, her mind wandered once more. Swallowing the wolf's semen had been a point of no return, she realized, as surely as if she'd imbibed some magical potion to inflame her heart's passion. She loved her wolf... as much as her mind might protest against it, her heart knew that she did. Blushing, ears drooping, she caressed herself, eyes lidded as she watched the resting beast while her fingers edged towards her clit. The beast watched her, seeming, she felt sure, to smirk at her as she touched herself. She whimpered weakly, her inner protests defeated at last, a hot sigh escaping her lips as her skin flushed deep, rosy pink. When his tongue descended to her face, her lips met it, sweet in response to his bestial passions. Her sweet hairless cunt grew warmer and wetter as she continued to stroke herself, her tongue meeting the beast's, batting back and forth with it. Knowing he wanted her, Cereliel moved onto all fours and raised her rump high, sighing as she offered herself up, the beast's hairy form quickly atop her as he mounted her. The feel of his powerful, black-furred chest rubbing against her made her moan, the ghost of a blush still touching her cheeks even as she resigned herself to him, her platinum tresses capturing the gold of sunset as it crept between the forest canopy above. The tip of his reddish shaft kissed wetly against her delicate folds, and she shifted, allowing him to slide deep into her, a moan on her lips as she felt the fullness inside her once again, the feeling no longer so strange as it once had been. Closing her verdant eyes, she let herself fill with the sensation of the beast mating with her, taking every one of his strong, rhythmic thrusts. Her hair pooled around her as she lowered her head, resting chin on her hands as she raised her rump to him, the scent of the forest loam joining that of the beast's musk as she breathed deep, ears twitching a bit. After a time, she began to move as well, her silky cunt flesh sliding up and down his shaft, warm female cream slicking the bestial cock, his motions and hers working in harmony as her inner muscles flexed and quivered, trying to make her sheath as pleasurable for the beast as possible. Cereliel wasn't afraid any more, letting herself flow into the passion of intertwined bodies, elf and wolf mating in heated pleasure as their bodies pressed and caressed against each other. She moaned out, savoring the feeling of his thick cock inside her now, a toss of her head setting her platinum locks to fluttering, gleaming in the gentle sunlight. The wolf growled with pleasure above her; her own moan underlaid it softly as his hairy body rubbed against her smooth skin, hot and powerful atop her. She quivered, squeezing him inside her as she felt the sensations of being mated by the beast bloom across her, shivers growing stronger as she felt sensations not unlike those when she stroked herself while bathing. She clenched around him, feeling his steely, powerful cock thrust deep inside, the little bulge at the base of his cock not yet swollen, though she knew it soon would be, the wolf's rhythm growing gradually more urgent as he thrust atop her, licking her elegant ears with that long, dexterous tongue. "Do it in me..." she whispered, grinding her hips against his strong belly, impaling herself on his thick shaft as deeply as possible. She reached back to caress his flank with her slender fingers, sensing him tensing for orgasm and moving eagerly against him in response, hot with more than just her blush as she moved her hips up and down urgently, her silky elven cunt preparing to be stuffed full of his bestial knot. "Yes..." she whimpered melodically, her ears twitching as the wolf's hot semen filled her, truly welcome in her intimate sheath for the first time. The massive knot in her didn't seem so painful anymore, her warm cunt practiced now, her mind more at ease with the thought of her flesh being bound with his. No longer struggling against it, she let herself bask in the warm, tight union, the fur of the beast caressing her back as she moved gently underneath him, adjusting her hands and knees for comfort as he slid from her to stand back to back, tail high, testing the knot with a light tug before standing smugly together with her, his eyes closing as he basked in the last rays of sunset and the silky flesh of his mate around his satisfied cock. --- The stars glittered down on Cereliel as she stirred in her sleep, murmuring slightly as she came fully awake, the new moon hiding its face, letting those stars cast their light unrivaled. Almost unconsciously, her hand felt next to her, and she realized with a start that lying next to her was not a wolf, but a man, his own body stirring and waking as her hand fell upon his naked chest. Dazed, he rose, then held one hand before his face, wide-eyed. "The ring came off! The curse can be broken!" exulted the man, bearded and black-haired, his naked body muscled and rugged, a human figure rather than elven. A curse? He had been a man all along? So that was why she'd sensed dark magic upon him when they'd first met, why he had shown such interest in her! Had he impregnated her? Did she mind if he had? Turning to her, he pressed the ring into her hand. "I was cursed by a deceitful witch to become a wolf when I wore this ring. The only way to break it was to find one who would love me and accept to wear this ring... but a wolf cannot dare approach human villages lest he be killed by their hunters." he looked at her seriously, intensely, "You will accept me?" "Of course, I accept you... my love..." she murmured sweetly, her mind racing with a maelstrom of thoughts. "But..." "But?" he inquired, eyes fixed on hers as he held her shoulders tightly, his expression ablaze with intensity. She could see the wolf's fiery gaze in those eyes, remembering how those bestial eyes had drunk deep of her when she'd emerged from her bathing, wet and naked. A moment of decision flowed over Cereliel, and with a flick of her platinum tresses, she tossed the ring defiantly down an opening in the stones, letting it rattle down into caves unknown and untouched by man, elf or beast. The man was too dumbfounded to speak. "But, I think I like you better as a wolf." she finished with an impish giggle, cuffing his shoulder lightly even as his form began to melt back into that of the beast, her dainty nose nuzzling into the thick, warm fur of her lover. ~Finis~ ======