Bound By Wolves (Impregnated By The Wolves Part 1) Page 2

  As per usual, Rachel was the first to ascend the rock. She made sure to secure her helmet first, and then wrapped the ropes and harness tightly around her body. She secured the carabiners into place near her hips, and her still sensitive groin. The hexes, clams, and the ice pick with the large wooden handle still slick from last night's pleasure adventure, were tucked into her backpack. Everything was in its own special elastic spot. She reached into the pouch at her waist and rubbed her hands with chalk, to increase the friction between her hands and the wall.

  She began to scale the craig as the other ladies were still putting their harnesses on and tightening the straps. The plan was for them to climb to the top, meet at the crest and break for lunch and then all make their way back down and around the mountain back to the car to get home before dark. This was the tallest and hardest of the climbs they had scheduled for the trip, but they should all be able to make it back by sunset.

  “Last one to the top is a pussy!” Rachel yelled playfully at her friends and fellow gluttons for the dirty side of nature.

  One foot after another, one hand reaching above her head at a time, she moved up the hard face of the mountain. Inch by inch, relishing at each pound of her body that she was strong enough to lift herself. There was still a ways to go, and she planted her feet into grooves in the rock face, sitting in her harness and turning her face towards the rising sun behind her.

  By now she was at least a hundred feet up. Rachel looked around at the gorgeous view. The redwood trees extend hundreds of feet above them, phallic and hard and authoritative. She had never seen anything so beautiful. Her muscles were starting to swell. Her body was covered in sweat, and the harness was tight around her groin.

  “Am I still feeling the leftover tremors from last night,” she thought, “or... am I actually getting aroused by the scenery?” It wouldn’t really surprise her. As a child she was always touching herself outside, rolling naked in the mud and rubbing herself against trees in their sprawling yard. These were things she had not told the other girls the night before when they were sharing stories. It was not because she was shy, or because she didn’t like sharing with them, but because she had forgotten how powerful those feelings were until right then. Something about nature, and the raw power in the animal spirit always got her juices flowing. Now, suspended above the earth she could see why no man she’d ever met had ever satisfied that most basic of needs in her.

  She reached into the bag of chalk to coat her hands, afraid the increased moisture would cause her to slip. Slippery was good, she liked slippery. Just not when she was hanging from the face of a mountain by a thin rope and a six inch metal pick.

  The top of the mountain was something they could reach. A goal, a point of contact, something to conquer. But now that they were here, on top of it, immersed in it, the mountain surrounded her and she became a part of it. It was bigger than her, and she let herself melt into the face of the earth, touching her whole body to the rock, hardening as it hardened, then feeling both of them soften simultaneously. She was becoming closer to nature, and as it was happening, she wanted even more of it. Suddenly she felt her body surge with energy. She reached down and grabbed the pick, shoving it back into the rock above her head.

  Each climbing step was harder and harder, but she took it in stride, feeling the heat and power of the mountain itself running through her own body. Looking down, she saw her friends far below her. She was way ahead of them, and from here she felt almost alone, like she was the first person to ever climb this mountain, the first woman to ever get as high with the strength of her own arms lifting her up.

  By the time Rachel reached the top of the mountain, she was covered in sweat. Glistening with the natural result of burning so much of her body’s energy. She took one more sweeping look at the other mountains and the sprawling tree-scape behind her before reaching her hands over the top of the cliff. Pulling herself up and over, she felt a surge of pride and accomplishment. She unhooked the ropes and harness from her torso, and stood at the top of the mountain looking around at the magnificence surrounding her.

  “Aaaaaooooooooohhhhhhh!” she shouted. The loudest sound she had ever made, coming from somewhere deep within her. She had made it to the top of this mountain. From now on, nothing could stop her now from accomplishing her life’s ambitions.

  Behind her, Rachel heard a rustling of trees. A snapping of twigs. She turned around quickly, scanning the forest for animals. The wind played all kinds of tricks up here at these altitudes, she knew, but the sound had been more intentional, almost human. A few yards away behind a massive pine tree, she caught a glimpse of a shadowed figure.

  “Hello?” she called. “Hello? Is there someone there?”

  But there was no response. Her mind must be playing tricks on her. She knelt down and looked over the side of the cliff to see how far down the other girls were. She knew she had been way ahead of them, and she couldn’t even hear their voices now from this far up. As she peered over the edge, careful not to lean too far over, she heard the noise again behind her, this time something closer to footsteps. She turned her head around quickly.

  “Hello?”

  But as she turned around, she heard another rustle and she swore she saw the shadowy figure run behind another tree. It was as if it was spying on her. If Rachel hadn’t known any better, she would have sworn the shadow was in the shape of a human. A man, actually.

  “Don’t be stupid,” she told herself. “There’s no one else up here. The park rangers told us there was no one else attempting this mountain this weekend. You’re being crazy. It’s probably just the altitude. Just get it together and look at the height you just climbed. You’re tired and-”

  There it was again, leaning out from behind another gigantic sequoia tree. It’s movements were more graceful than a man, but it was larger than any animal Rachel had ever seen. She walked towards it, but when she got closer the figure started to run.

  Before she knew what she was doing, Rachel had grabbed her gear and began running after it. It wasn’t as fast as a wildcat, running just beyond her as if it wanted her to follow it. She was tired, she needed rest, but the adrenaline was pumping through making her faster, more limber, bolstering her curiosity above all else. Together, with her closely at its heels, they ran down a bank of the mountain to a clearing, where tree branches thick with leaves obscured much of the sunlight. In the mottled darkness, the figure raced behind another tree and began circling, tree after tree, but still obscured in the shadow. Rachel stood in the middle of the clearing, turning around in circles.

  “Hello?” she said. “Who are you? I just want to see you. I promise I won’t hurt you.” She realized how silly that sounded. She was much smaller than the creature, whatever it was. But humans were still the natural predators of the wilderness and all its children. Rachel called out again but nothing responded.

  She started feeling dizzy, and leaned over, putting her hands on her thighs to steady herself. She looked down at the ground and the bed of leaves beneath her cushioning her aching feet, feeling all of a sudden like she needed to take a nap. The last thing she remembered hearing was a loud flutter of leaves and the soft pouncing of an animal expertly catching it’s prey.

  When Rachel opened her eyes, she felt a tightness around her limbs and her belly and a familiar scratching against her back, which she realized then was completely bare. She was tied to a tree. Her arms, above her head, and her legs, spread out below her, were bound using the ropes from her own climbing gear. She tried to scream, but she was too tired, and almost no sound came out.

  Across the clearing, she saw her creature. It came closer and she finally gets a look at the thing she chased here, the thing that must be responsible for her capture. It’s walking on all fours, covered head to paw in a thick grey fur. The color of rock, of a winter sky.

  The closer it gets to her, the more of its body and face she sees. It is definitely a male, she can sense his energy and smell the musk of some
thing that values the conquest even more than she does. His body is moving swiftly towards her, and in the light that seeps beyond the leaves, she sees a face, half wolf but with distinctly human eyes. Rachel gasps.

  “What are you?”

  “I’m Rannulf,” he said. “And I could smell you coming from miles away,” said the creature. Rachel caught her breath. His voice was so husky, so sensual. It was like a growl made coherent.

  “What do you want from me?” she whispered, knowing already what his answer was but wanting to hear his voice again.

  Instead of a response, the animal stood up on its hind legs. She scanned its body, feeling almost faint as she saw the human-like abdominal muscles flanked by distinctly animal ribs.

  And then, she saw it. A huge, bulging cock. The base, where the furry mammalian balls were tucked into his abdomen, was dark and brooding and black. But the cock itself was a bright pink, red, like it had grown out of him right then, sensing in both of them such a strong desire. Evolution at will. It was unlike any human’s she had ever seen. Like a giant and perfect hybrid between man and animal.

  She was transfixed, and as she stared at it, she saw it begin to get hard. Her mouth began to water and her pussy was moistening. The head was still like that of a human, with the curving glans she knew so well. Her tongue traced the line of it in her mouth as she imagined taking it there. But below the first part of the thick shaft was a second curve, getting fuller and harder by the minute. She could only imagine how good it would feel inside her.

  She could feel her pussy lubricating itself, her body imagining for itself what it would need to handle such a massive animal phallus. The side of her face began to sweat, she was consumed with a kind of desire she had only ever felt in nature. This thing, this creature, was the perfect combination of the masculine energy of the wilderness and the human-likeness of a man. Finally, she knew what he was. Something she had only ever thought of as a fairytale. A story told to scare hikers.

  He was a werewolf.

  “I thought you could only come out in the light of a full moon?” Rachel said. She was no folklore expert, but some things she knew about creatures like this. Creatures she always thought were imaginary, but would soon know to the fullest and widest extent.

  “You’ve been reading too much science fiction,” said Rannulf.

  She nodded, as much as she could with her head held tight against the tree. “Besides, sexual energy gives people nearly invincible powers. You must know that yourself. We control the moon, not the other way around.”

  “What do you mean by that?” she asked.

  “You’ll see,” he said, “if you’re lucky.”

  Rannulf walked closer to her, coming right up to her body, standing upright and placing his giant paws against the tree above her head. Standing near her she could see just how tall he was, towering over her, casting his shadow down her whole body. A chill came over her, and she shuddered in the wake of his presence.

  She could smell his fur, the woody musk of his body. The full extent of his need reached out and she felt the tip of his head grazing her thigh.

  “Aren’t you going to fuck me?” she asked. She had never been more ready in her life. She could feel her dripping cunt pulse with desire. She wanted to taste the fur of his chest, the musk of his thick canine cock, and to inhale the essence of his body into hers. Rannulf growled and leaned his head down toward her face, which was so much smaller than his.

  She realized he could take her whole head is his mouth if he wanted to, he could almost eat her whole. She looked over at his powerful jaw and saw a glimpse of his sharp teeth. She could almost feel them biting into her skin. She could imagine them tearing into her and her insides coming out, splayed on the forest floor. She couldn’t tell now if she was more afraid for her life or for her own sexual desire. Before she could decide, Rannulf leaned towards her, and put his giant man piece into her waiting feminine folds. Nature was having its way with her, and all she could do was to hang there and take it.

  “Ohhhhhh,” she yelled. It was sensation she had never felt before. Her whole body shuddered with him inside her, she felt the lips of her sex bursting open to be filled by his growing member. It felt almost as if with every thrust, he grew larger. So unlike all the like the men she had ever known. It was like he was sapping his energy from her, and then giving it back in a looping frenzy. At the same time, she felt herself becoming larger, felt her insides expanding to accommodate his growth. She was becoming the shape shifter, adapting to her own primal urges and the needs of her mate. She was becoming a part of nature, now, just as nature was invading her most private places and becoming one with her body.

  “I’ll show you what the wilderness is like,” he huffed. “You think you’re wild? You don’t know anything yet.”

  Hearing his voice again, tunneled right into her ear while he thrust in and out of her pussy, made her go weak. If she hadn’t been tied so tightly to the tree, she knew she would have crumbled to the forest floor. She felt the ropes digging into her arms and legs, rubbing the skin raw just as the skin of her womanhood was throbbing from the friction of his fucking, the warmth pulsing through to her fingertips. She felt the blood being rerouted from her limbs directly to her core, and down into her sex. She wanted him to go deeper. To feel that second curve cresting over the opening of her flesh.

  Almost as if he could read her thoughts, she felt him give another shove, and the hair of his chest flared against her bare breasts, rubbing into her nipples as the large round curve of his wolf shaft burst into her pussy, and they both gave a furtive moan.

  “Take me, Rannulf, I’m yours. Take all of me!”

  She could barely get the words out when she felt him engorge even further, his powerful cock felt like thunder pulsing in and out of her, displacing all her other organs. She didn’t care. She felt as if her whole body was destined for this one moment, this one act of pure natural reproduction. She had been born for this, bred for this. She had been waiting for something, someone, like this her entire life. As his gruff voice began to grunt at an increased rate, faster and louder, she felt herself getting quieter and quieter, concentrating all her powers to contracting her pussy around his raging authority.

  She could smell him finishing before she heard it, her whole self shuddering to accommodate the rush of cum that emanated from his animal-like shaft. The temperature of her body felt like it was changing from the inside, and she closed her eyes to take the feeling in even deeper, feeling his face rise up towards the sky in one long vibrant howl.

  “OU OU OU OU OUOOO OOooooooo”

  The ground below them began to shake. The trees were rustling and many of the leaves in the sky above them came tumbling down. If the sky had really been falling, Rachel wouldn’t have noticed or cared.

  If she had been thinking of her friends, she might have been concerned that they would fall off the face of the cliff. But her mind was full only of the sights and sounds of this act, this welcome violation of her flesh by one of the most natural wonders of the world. She closed her eyes and dropped her full concentration down into her body from her toiling mind, to the place where their bodies came together, to the place that issued life and pleasure all in one swift and mighty gesture.

  When Rachel opened her eyes, she realized that the wolf was still coming, still issuing seed from his hairy center. She opened wide and saw that the sun, suddenly, was gone, snuffed out and replaced by a vibrant full moon, hanging low, as if beneath the trees. The silver glow of the new night sky sent rippling waves of moonlight washing over and through the entire forest.

  The air itself began to glow. She felt the moonlight wave over her bare skin, a tactile sensation almost like the feeling of a pure silk sheet covering her naked body. It was as if she were underwater, nearly drowning in her own pleasure, looking up through the torrid darkness to see the bright light of that mirroring rock. The brilliance of the moon’s glow was matched only by the magnificence of Rannulf’s coat; gliste
ning, almost diamond-like, the color of the moon itself and every rock Rachel had ever climbed. As he began to expire, panting like the dog he was, Rachel felt an amazing surge of energy and power. The sun was back, warming up her sweaty skin, melting her body into his fur.

  She felt like both the conquered and the conqueror. The earth and the sky. More filled than she had ever been and more satisfied. But instantly, like an addict anticipating the comedown, she wanted more. More Rannulf, more moon, more of his sperm in her hollow and empty womb.

  “Again,” she cried. “Fuck me again, fuck me until I disintegrate into thin air. Until I become a part of the wind!”

  Rannulf huffed.

  “You’ve served your purpose,” he said.

  He took his wide claws and severed the ropes binding her to the tree. She fell in a lump at his feet, only now she realized what a massive creature she had been at the mercy of. She reached around, feeling the pieces of bark that were pressed into her skin as if they had grown there, the leaves that stuck blindly to the bottoms of her feet. Even her chest bore the impressions of his fur, lines carved into her skin as if each piece of fur was as hard as his raging rod.

  “Now be gone,” he said, “or I’ll have to kill you.”

  Rachel’s head reeled. She needed to have more. She didn’t understand why he had taken her so fiercely only to let her go after one try. She sat upright in the dirt, putting her small, calloused hand on his giant paw.

  “Don’t you get it?” he yelled, causing more leaves to fall. “We are done here! I am finished with you and you don’t look good enough to eat. Get out of here unless you want to be dead.”

  She flared her nostrils. The energy from the sun and his sex and her own triumphant spirit came through her body all at once. She yelled and screamed, tackling Rannulf to the ground. She had already taken the mountain by force today and she could surely take him. She moved faster than she ever had before, running the ropes around his hind legs and tying him to the tree she had just been released from. Before he could fight back, she grabbed his paws and used her pick to climb up the tree and secure his front legs around his head and around the tree, still completely naked. She tied knot after knot, assuring he wouldn’t escape, and that even if he did, the whole tree would come down with him.