A Moonlit Meeting [Fantasy / Furry]

Helena had heard rumours about this road. She'd always dismissed them as superstition but now, with her headlights barely penetrating the fog, which seemed unnaturally thick, and so many trees on the right hand side looming overhead, she found herself cursing her boss for sending her out to Bumfuck, Nowhere. It had been thirty minutes since she'd seen another car and even that hadn't been a welcome sight, a pickup truck carrying for too many boisterous and drunken young men. Every so often, she thought she heard a car behind her but the fog was too thick for her to see much in the rear view mirror. Occasionally, she caught a glimpse of the full moon that had looked so lovely back in town, reduced to a blurry yellow circle behind a thick grey curtain.

A wolf howled somewhere in the distance and it sent a chill down her spine. It wasn't particularly loud but it sounded uncanny, almost otherworldly, as though she'd crossed through some invisible barrier inside the fog. That was when she realised that there was definitely a car behind her, as it veered left and right, as though the driver had briefly lost control of the wheel. She had just enough time to wonder if he'd been as spooked by the howl as she had before he bumped her. She lurched forward in her seat and almost lost control of her own car. After the second bump, this one lasting longer and threatening to spin her out, she realised that it was deliberate.

Her heart began to race and she put her foot down. The familiar sound of hooting and hollering passed over her. Her pursuer was now clear to see in the mirror, being the car she'd passed half an hour ago. One of the men threw a can at her back window and the driver began to beep incessantly. On the verge of tears, she tried to focus on the road and on picking up speed. She knew very little about cars but she assumed her Fiesta could beat a banged-up old truck if she just kept going straight. She reached for her phone, on the passenger seat, having to feel for it, hoping it hadn't fallen down and not trusting herself to take her eyes off the road. Once she'd finally got it in hand, she managed to dial nine-one-one but as soon as she put it to her ear, the truck rammed her a third time, rocking the back of her car side to side. **** off the road, she crashed hard into a ditch and her phone slipped from her hand in the turn.

The windows on her right side were caved in and she heard the other car pull over. As the men ran over to her, she had to make a decision. Fight or flight kicked in and she bailed out of her car, running into the forest. She chucked her heels as she ran but it barely helped. Her pencil skirt was too restrictive and she couldn't even remember the last time she'd had to run anywhere. Her only advantage was that the fog had obscured the route of her escape and that none of the men were carrying torches. The forest floor was brutal on her feet, however, and she could barely see more than a metre ahead. She weaved around trees, heading more or less straight, though she didn't know how large the forest was nor what awaited her on the other side. The men taunted her as they followed her, screaming about all the horrible things they were going to do to her and she had to fight hard to resist the urge to scream. Another howl rang out and, under just about any other circumstances, it would've caused her to turn back. It was so much louder now and somehow seemed tinged with hate. It told her that she shouldn't be here, that she was trespassing.

After what felt like an eternity, with her legs screaming for relief, she reached a clearing. Moonlight, now unclouded by fog, spilled out onto the ground. It seemed so unreal, like a scene from out of a fairy tale, as the grass seemed to sparkle. She couldn't afford to stop, however, with the hooting and hollering still so close behind so she ran across. That was when she saw it, standing with its monstrous hands mounted on a fallen tree trunk. With rippling muscles beneath snow white fur, pale pink eyes and a row of razor sharp yellowish teeth inside a gigantic, growling and slobbering, jaw, what she saw was something like a cross between a wolf and a man. Under its gaze, which froze her stiff, she might've wept but, instead, she came. This wondrous mixture of terror and orgasmic delight cascaded over her body and she let out a burning, ****, cry of relief.

Her pursuers caught up with her and had only a few seconds to reckon with the image that confronted them before the beast set itself upon them, tearing out their throats, each with a single swipe of its claws. The men gurgled and sputtered and died. Then, the monster returned to its original position and, once again, affixed her with its gaze. She'd had barely a minute more to assess her own situation but she at least felt able to move her arms and legs. She immediately grabbed at her crotch, in a vain effort to convince herself that she hadn't just drenched her panties. 'What the fuck?' she said, causing the beast to straighten out and stand upright. Her eyes trialled their way from his horrifying wolf's head, down his inviting muscular chest, settling on his throbbing red member, that had become erect as soon as she'd spoken. Her mouth fell open and she licked her lips involuntarily. The longer she remained under his gaze, the less of her mind could dedicate itself to anything other than imagining how it would feel to have that thing up inside her.

She turned to face the men who'd chased her. Seeing their bodies, and the blood pooled around them, should've brought her to her senses but she couldn't think straight. Even her rational mind conspired against her, telling her that her monstrous saviour had protected her from harm and now deserved to claim his reward. When she whipped her head back, she found him right in front of her. Silently and swiftly he'd crossed the distance and now he was looking down at her, his eyes filled with lust. With another swift motion, he tore her skirt from bottom to top. A chill wind gave her goose bumps as it rushed over her milky white thighs. With her silent ascent, the beast then tore open her blouse, retracting its claws to gently cup her large breasts. Her breath caught in her throat and she felt the hardness and warmth of his monstrous hands. His whole blood radiated the heat of his blood and she soon found herself clinging to it. His cock pressed against her stomach, giving her butterflies, and he growled with pleasure.

Without a warning, he laid her down and tore off the rest of her clothes. First, her stockings, then her bra, even the clip in her hair and her jewellery. Finally, he gripped the hem of her panties with his jaw and she thought she might pass out from the sight of his tongue so close to her cunt. He pulled them gently down her legs and off her feet before slowly licking his way back up her leg. She squealed with delight as his long hot tongue tickled her calf and then her thigh. She dared to speak only when he silently threatened to pass over her groin. 'Please,' she whispered and his ears twitched in response. Before she knew it, his tongue was lapping up her juices and teasing her entrance. When he flicked it over her clit she screamed and tightly gripped tufts of fur on the top of his head. 'Jesus Christ,' she cried out as he sent her nerve endings into overdrive. Another orgasm rocked its way through her body and she squirted into his hungry mouth. He took that as his cue to advance and crawled up her body. She stared into his eyes with a mix of nervous anticipation and sex-crazed greed as she awaited the entrance of his cock.

It came not a moment too soon, as he thundered inside her. Her hands went to his bestial muscular back, digging through fur and flesh. She cried out, in pleasure and pain, becoming breathless as he pumped in and out faster and harder than she could comprehend. Her back slid across the earth but he remained in a fixed position, pulling her crotch flush against his before releasing her, again and again and again until her breath was ragged and she could no longer scream. At that point, he pulled himself upright, with her held up almost entirely by his twitching member. Her own hands had loosened their grip and her arms simply dangled behind her as he fucked her. It went on like this for hours. Eventually, her mind felt like mush and she could process little other than the pleasure of his cock as it slid against her walls.

When he finally unloaded, firing ropes and ropes of semen up inside her, she barely even registered that it was happening. He left her then, sprawled out on the floor, a naked cock-drunk mess, as he relaxed and recharged. She breathed heavily as she returned to her senses. 'You've come in me,' she said, her tone almost whiny, though she couldn't tell if he understood a word she'd said. She sat up, shivering, and brought her knees up to her chest, letting semen leak out of her. 'Oh my God,' she groaned, 'you actually came in me.' The last time a guy had done that, she'd kicked him out, rushed to buy Plan B and spent weeks worrying about it. When her brain fully began to reckon with the prospect that this beast had - or even could have - impregnated her, she felt her initial panic began to fade. A strange, animalistic, side of her told her that he would give her a strong and healthy child and that she should feel blessed that something so ancient and so powerful had chosen her as its mate.

When she looked over at him, she immediately noticed that he'd once again become erect. Before she could issue any objections or, really, say anything at all, he'd crossed over to her, pulled her into the air and sat her right back down on his cock. She groaned and chuntered as he slid inside and, within seconds, she'd been reduced to a cock-hungry nymph, squealing and screaming with delight as he fucked the hell out of her. She thought it would never end and he fucked her over the course of many rounds throughout the night, that always ended with him filling her with his seed. By sunrise, however, he was gone and she was able to make her way, in half-tattered clothes, back to her car.

It took her several days to come to terms with everything that had happened and part of her wanted to insist that it had all been a fever dream, perhaps brought on by hitting her head in the crash. Once the police had questioned her about the deaths of those men and the half dozen pregnancy tests she'd taken all came back positive, however, she'd become unable to deny it. She contemplated returning to the forest many times over the following months, mostly out a desire to be fucked stupid but also in what she suspected would be a vain effort to find some answers. 

Her baby girl, called Jessica, shared her father's pale eyes and all the doctors and nurses commented on how healthy, strong, and uncommonly alert she was.

The Outcast watched with curiosity as the mother of his child walked into the clearing. The moon was high and bright tonight, illuminating her wolf-kissed skin. He didn't immediately reveal himself because he was unsure why she'd come. He'd formed a psychical bond with her but it had been so long since then and humans could be tricky. It wasn't impossible that she'd come looking for kind of ****, after convincing herself that she was entitled to it. Creeping up from behind, after making sure that no one else was waiting in ambush, he grabbed hold her, pinning her arms behind her back. 'Why have you come here?'

The words didn't escape his monstrous jaws but rippled through her mind. 'Our daughter's in pain,' she said after squealing from the initial panic. 'The doctors don't know what's wrong with her.'

The Outcast loosened his grip upon hearing that. 'My blood is strong,' he said. That didn't really seem to mean anything to her, however, so he tried to elaborate. 'She'll survive the change, whenever it comes, but there'll be a lot of pain for her between now and then.'

'Why?' His mate said, looking back at him in despair.

'My blood is strong,' he repeated. She'd seemed to understand that he was speaking to her telepathically before but actually seeing the mismatch between his unmoving jaws and his powerful voice caused her eyes to widen in shock. 'It's a curse, as much as a gift.'

'She doesn't deserve to be in so much pain,' she wept.

'Yet she suffers.' He was already tired of this conversation. 'Take her to my tribe, deeper in the woods. You'll know where to go, and they'll make things clearer to you. They might even ease her suffering.' Centuries ago, they'd said as much to him. It hadn't worked, which was one of the many reasons he'd turned on them, but it was possible that things would be different for his daughter. 'Before you go, however,' he said, pressing his groin to her back, 'I'll take what I'm owed.'

After hours of fucking, once he was quite sure he'd impregnated her again, he let her go. 

She returned a day later with their daughter in tow. He felt some semblance of fatherly affection but lingered in the shadows as she made the trek into territory that had long ago been made forbidden to him. He hoped she'd find what she was looking for but it seemed unlikely.