When he turned into a wolf, he was huge, much bigger than the average wolf. He was more like the size of a bear.I wonder if all shifters are larger than the regular animals when they change?
These thoughts kept me occupied for a good part of our day. It helped me forget about my aching leg, although I still relied heavily on the walking stick for support. I wasn’t even thinking about our journey or the reason for it. I figured that Jared knew what he was doing and that he would be able to hear or sense someone coming if the enemy was in the vicinity.
Toward the evening, he stopped and held up his hand, signaling me to be quiet. I understood immediately. He had heard some unusual noises and didn’t know what, or who, they were. He located a rock overhang, and after quickly checking it for snakes, we squeezed in. He pulled branches around us.
I sighed relief when, after about five minutes, a group of farmers passed by us. However, Jared sat still. Trusting his instincts, I didn’t move. I tried not to even breathe loudly. When they passed by us, I could see their boots underneath the traditional farmer garb. One of the men had the barrel sticking out from beneath his robe. I understood. Hoping to lure us into a false sense of security, the men had posed as friends. After a while, they passed by. We waited, but there didn’t seem to be anyone else around.
Finally, we moved on. After about another hour of travel, we found a cave. Once again, he had planned wisely, as there was a stream close by. It wasn’t as close as the others had been, but it was only a couple of minutes away. I washed up while Jared checked out the cave. Then, he joined me and cleaned the day’s worth of dirt and sweat off of him the best he could. He refilled our canteens, and we headed back to the camp.
We had one more MRE for the both of us. It was beef stew. I didn’t know if the company that made the MREs simply employed amazing cooks, or if it was just because of the circumstances, but that had to be some of the best stew I had ever eaten in my life. I really wasn’t a huge fan of beef stew, but that night, it was amazing.
He checked my ankle after dinner. It was still throbbing, but the shooting sharp pains had subsided from constant to most of the time. I would take any improvement at this point. There was still a tiny bit of infection around the wound, but there were no red streaks on my leg indicating serious infection or blood poisoning. For that, I was extremely grateful.
He cleaned the wound with hot water, put the ointment on it, and then wrapped it in some gauze.
“You make a pretty good nurse,” I told him.
“What, I’m not good enough to be a doctor?” he asked with a rakish smile.
“Being compared to a nurse is better. They work harder than doctors. They check behind doctors to make sure there are no mistakes regarding medication. They put up with long hours and cranky patients.”
“In that case, thank you. Although, you aren’t cranky,” he said. “You’ve had a great attitude this entire trip.”
“I think that what you mean to say is that I haven’t been crankyyet. Give it time,” I corrected him.
We laughed, but the laughter died down as we stared into each other’s eyes.
“Take your clothes off,” he commanded. “I want to see your beauty.”
Slowly, shyly, I pulled off my shirt. I could feel the heat rising in my face, as he stared at me as though I were a morsel for a starving man—or wolf. I slipped off my bra and he sucked in his breath sharply. I had a sudden moment of shyness and crossed my arms over my chest.
“No. Put your arms down. I want to see you.”
I shook slightly as he looked over my huge globes. He licked his lips as though I were a delicious meal he was about to devour.
“Now your pants and panties,” he demanded, his voice hoarse.
Slowly, I slipped my fingers under the elastic waistband and pushed both articles of clothes down at the same time. They pooled around my feet and I carefully stepped out of them, praying I wouldn’t trip over them.
He licked and bit his bottom lip. “Lift your tits up with your hands,” he ordered.
I did.
“Squeeze them, hard.”
I obeyed. The heat was building in my body. It was so erotic to put on a show for this gorgeous man, who was enjoying seeing me pleasure myself. I could tell that he enjoyed it, as his huge cock was pressing against the crotch of his pants, straining them, about to explode out of them.
“Now, rub your nipples, lightly. Use your thumbs.”
I slid my hands over the smooth skin of my globes until my thumbs reached my nipples. I rubbed my thumb in circles over the hard buds.
“Pinch them and pull them away from your tits,” he said huskily, once again chewing on his bottom lip.
I obeyed, taking in a sharp breath. There was a little bit of pain as my breasts hung down, extended out. Yet it was exquisite. My pussy was tingling and my clit was throbbing. I could feel the hot juices collecting between my legs.
“Your tits are huge,” he said, seeming appreciative. “Lick your nipples with the tip of your tongue and then flick them.”
I had never bathed my own nipples with my tongue, but the feeling was incredible. Searing hot lightning bolts shot out from my nipples to the rest of my body. I rubbed my thighs together to get some relief, but Jared told me to stop. He said that he hadn’t told me to do that yet.