Cereliel and the Wolf, Ch.3
by The Tome of Ebon: /~Tome_of_Ebon/
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Feb 11, 2011

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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~

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