Even in my human form, my hearing is impeccable. It’s certainly enough to hear the soft moans coming from inside the cabin. Fuck. Is she masturbating? She’s masturbating. There’s a human masturbating in my cabin – probably in my bed – and I’m on the porch.
Suddenly, my cock is completely alert and ready to play. I glance down at it, like what is happening? Am I serious right now? This isn’t like me. At all.
Usually, nothing can break my concentration. One beautiful woman? Why not 20? Doesn’t matter because I won’t break mission for anything. When I set my mind to something, I go for it. Sex won’t distract me. Women won’t distract me. Money won’t distract me. The only thing that can distract me is death.
And that’s certainly the furthest thing from my mind at the moment.
I move quietly to the window. There are curtains, but I can see through the sheer fabric to see a figure on my bed.
My bed.
There’s a female in my bed, on all fours, and she’s rubbing herself.
What the hell kind of alternate universe have I walked into?
I woke up this morning expecting nothing but trouble and boredom. I figured I’d run, hunt, and maybe jerk off alone to some fantasy I created.
This is so much better.
Before I realize what I’m doing, I’m stroking my cock. Slowly, eagerly, I begin to rub myself as I watch the woman in the cabin. I can’t tell what color her skin is, what her hair looks like, or whether she paints her nails. I can’t tell if she’s young or old or somewhere in between.
I can’t tell anything except that she’s very, very turned on.
I can’t tell anything except that I want
to burst into the cabin and plunge myself into her from behind.
Her pussy is obviously wet and I close my eyes briefly as she dips her fingers inside of herself. I wish I could see her better. Did she use one? Two? Did she go all-out and use three? She moans and stroke harder, faster, needing the release my body is craving.
I haven’t fucked anyone in months, haven’t enjoyed the sweet release my body needs since I left the pack. Oh, I’ve jerked off, but nothing like now. Nothing like this. Quick wanks in the dark don’t count. Not like this one is going to.
The woman flips over onto her back and spreads her legs. For a brief second, I wonder if she knows I’m watching. Can she sense me, over by the window? I hold my breath for just a moment, but I realize I’m being silly.
She can’t see me out here in the darkness.
She’s no wolf.
I can tell that simply from her scent. No, this woman is all human. Pure, sexy, lusty human and I want nothing more than to own her, dominate her, claim her. The urge to touch her overwhelms me and I have to fight back the need to burst into the cabin and take her.
Her hands race over her breasts and I imagine it’s my hands on her. I have no idea who this wanton creature is in my bed, but I would do this so much better than she is right now. There would be no timid tweaks on her nipples, no gentle strokes of my fingers on her breasts.
No, my goal would be to make her scream.
My goal would be to make sure the whole forest knows she’s mine.
I would like her from her neck to her pussy and back again. I would roll so I was on my back and she was hovering over my face, my breath hot on her pussy. I would eat her out until she came so hard she collapsed on top of me, then I’d make her come again.
And once more.
Then I’d sprawl her out on the bed, a not-so-virgin offering for myself, and nibble her skin until every nerve in her body was on fire.
The woman arches her back as I watch. I’m completely entranced with her body, her appearance, her touching. My mind blurs as I imagine plunging myself inside of her, and as she comes from her own soft touch, I follow suit outside.
My body shakes as I orgasm there, on the porch, right on the fucking window, and I’m spent.
I’m done.
I’m exhausted.