While Victor was running. through the streets of Fur Rivers, Marianna quietly trotted along a woodland path in her hunting gear, though she wasn't really a hunter. With a long blade strapped to her waist, she went into the woods seeking excitement after a boring day indoors. Venturing to the far end of town, she enjoyed the scenery until deciding to return home. Suddenly, she heard a werewolf's howl and froze, her hand fingering the health of her long blade, she looked into the direction of the sound.
That moment, inexplicably, an unnatural suffocating excitement had gripped her from seeing what a werewolf actually looked like. Curiosity overcame a sense of caution, she had moved into the woods, and in a few moments, she had found Victor propped against a tree, mother naked.
Staring hungrily at his masculine features, she felt her heartbeat quicken. He was powerful looking. A beautiful, splendid man. She loved the way his thick dark hair curled to the nape of neck, she adored his dark eyes and his pert mouth and sharp jawline excited her.
And oh! His penis! That huge flesh with its sack of balls. It fascinated her. How she wished she could wrap her hands around it, feel it, caress it, watch it go hard in her hands before shoving It into her mouth. Oh! What a delightful feeling it would be!
He looked like a beautiful, wild animal and she wanted him like she had never wanted anything before. He was watching her closely now, his eyes regarding her searching………..wondering……..trying to figure out what the hell she was thinking.
He said tightly. “What the fuck do you want?”
“I heard you howl and I came here,” Marianna got to her feet and came over to where he lay. “You are a werewolf. You cannot deny that.” she said as if she knew him she knew everything about him and he didn't need to lie about anything.
Victor screwed up his face.
“What gave you that idea?” He fired at her.
She shrugged indifferently.
“Don’t worry about that. I might not be as good a hunter as my brother, but I come from a family of hunters and I know the wilds,” she pointed a finger at him. “You are a werewolf. You cannot deny that. Tonight was a night of a full moon. I heard you howl. And no, it wasn’t the howl of an ordinary wolf,” she said, shaking her head. “It was that of a werewolf. I’m not mistaken about that. And you, was the werewolf that howled that night. No doubt about that.” The certainty on her face angered him.
She watched as his face darkened with fury and she smiled, revealing even white teeth.
“I believe you don’t know how sexy you look when you are angry.” she smiled and it made her look more beautiful than ever. Then she touched him lightly on his cheek with her fingertips. Her hands felt so soft and hot and it erupted some wild thoughts in Victor’s head.
He shoved her hands away. “Keep your hands to yourself. I don’t appreciate being touched.” he growled.
Marianna let out a laugh; it was husky and sultry and it rang out in the dead silent woods and he was surprised to find himself liking the sound of it despite himself.
“Oh what a man!” She leered, laughing lines on her face. “I’m going to really love you. We are going to have a wonderful time getting to know each other,” she lowered her voice. “But first thing first, wolfman. We’ve got to do something about this situation.” her eyes were looking at him teasingly.
Victor squinted at her, puzzled by her words until realization hit him, and he cursed quietly. How could he return home in such a state? What would people think if they saw him walking around with nothing on? Another concern crossed his mind: a werewolf had been killed recently by a hunter from a long line of hunters, as he had been told at the local bar. This beautiful woman, who now seemed like a clown to him, had mentioned being from a family of hunters. But what kind? Were they deer hunters, poachers, or perhaps werewolf hunters? The thought of her being related to the hunter from the story he had in the bar flashed in his mind, but Marianna interrupted his thoughts, pulling him back to reality.
“What?” He asked.
“I said you don’t have to worry yourself about anything, wolf man,” she said softly. “Your secrets are safe with me.” There was something reassuring about the way she had said those words and despite himself, he felt his body relaxed, the tension seeping away from him.
Marianna saw the fearful glint leave his eyes and she smiled. She stretched out her hand again, this time, she cupped his face in her hands.
“I won’t let anything happen to you, wolf man.” she whispered.
Victor ran his tongue over his dry lips. Her hands felt so warm and heavenly. There was a seductive scent radiating from her, making his senses reeling and his body welcomed it. He closed his eyes and drew in a long, slow breath. Letting the warmness of her hands calm him, soothe him. Something soft brushed his lips. His eyes jerked open. Her face was leaning close to his, and her eyes were glittering like wet pebbles. He knew that look. He felt a desire for her to rise up in him.
He pulled her hard against him and she gasped in shock as he kissed her hard on her lips. They were like that for some time, kissing hungrily, their breaths, coming out in shorts rasps. They sucked hard on each other's lips, quick nit bits that sent the pulse of their hearts racing, kissed again, drew back to plant kisses on each other’s face, and pulled in for another long, overpowering kiss.
After some time, they both pulled away, breathing fast like winded elephants.
Marianna said breathlessly. “We need to go. We can’t stay here anymore. It will be too dangerous, especially for you." There was concern for him In her voice.
“Where should we go?” He asked.
“Let’s go to my place. You are coming with me.”
She rose to her feet, pulling him up with her.
“I can’t go into the streets like this,” Victor said, a little nervous. “People will talk.”
She gave him a reassuring smile.
“Don’t worry. Follow me.” Marianna grabbed his hands and turned, she began to walk towards a pathway surrounded by a thick line of trees and bushes.
Victor strode after her, keeping in line with her footsteps as she moved along the narrow track. He looked around furtively for any sign of danger, seeing none, he concentrated on her solid hips which waved at him and her long beautiful legs.
Some forty meters further on they came to a huge gothic mansion draped on a cliff side. Despite its beautiful architectural appearance, it looked dark and foreboding and seemed to loomed at them as they drew closer to it. Victor frowned. What’s this place? And who is this woman? As if reading his thoughts, she turned to him.
“Welcome to my house. This place was built by my father, Alfred Davenport. Beautiful isn’t it?” There was undeniable admiration in her voice. Victor grunted and before he could say anything, she went on. “Come, come. He mustn’t see you” and before he could ask her who the hell was the ‘He’ she was referring to, she picked up pace and began to run. Victor trodden hard behind her.
They crossed to the back of the house, walked a few meters and came to a garage. They both strolled in. It was terribly dark. Marianna dropped his hand and moved to a corner of the garage space. He heard the sound of a switch snapped on. Suddenly, the garage was filled with hard, bright light emanating from a powerful fluorescent lamp Victor's jaw dropped. The garage was vast and filled with big and expensive automobiles. They were all done in glittering, black jobs. Cars, bikes, vans, trucks, motorcycles, anything you could think of. They all gleamed at him under the white hard light. Victor whistled under his breath but Marianna heard him alright.
“Cool huh?” Her eyes were twinkling with merriment and pride.
“These are real beauties,” he declared. “They must have cost a lot.”
She lifted her shoulders.
“Money is nothing,” and he could tell in her voice that it actually really meant nothing to her. Her family must be bloody loaded, he thought to himself. “Come! Let’s get you some clothes.” and without waiting for him, she crossed the room to an inner room.
Victor stood around for a long moment, his eyes shimmering with wonderment. His eyes rove around the room and it fell on a powerful bike nestled between one of the big cars. With legs as heavy as lead, he came over to where the bike stood. It was a Ducati alright. The wheels, handlebars, rims all gleamed at him. Unable to control himself, he reached out and ran his hands over the body and the site of the bike. It looked so sturdy and bold. And Victor’s mouth watered. He studied the bike for a long moment, lost in his own thoughts. Then he moved away. He headed towards the room he had seen Marianna entered.
He strolled into the room and came to an abrupt standstill. The room was also big and filled with clothes hanging down from wall racks. There were suits, jackets, tight fitting pants, shoes, shirts. They were all made in shades of black. But the sight that greeted him……... .that actually shocked him…... .and made him stop in his tracks was Marianna.
Just like him, she was naked. She sat on the edge of a vast table, her long legs crossed, her luscious breasts thrusting out, her hair spread out, fanning her face, her green eyes dilated, her face flushed with desire. She was breathtaking and Victor felt a powerful sexual urge rush through him.
“What took you long, wolf man?” She lifted a well shaped eyebrow. “I’ve been waiting.”
“I………I was looking at those bikes,” he babbled, not daring to take his eyes off her. “You keep calling me wolfman. My Name is Victor.” he added rather unnecessarily.
“Come here, Victor, wolf man, whatever,” she coaxed. She lowered her eyes to his penis, smiled, lifted her eyes to his face and ran her lips over tongue. Then she opened her legs and he could see the pink, soft crevice of her vagina.
His penis became stone hard.
Slowly but purposefully, he came over to where she sat. Gently, he pushed her back, so that she was lying flat on the table. Then he moved over to her.
“God! You are a work of art.” he said through locked teeth, his body rigid with sexual tension. He ran his hands over her naked breasts. She purred and it sounded like the sound of a new car. His hands moved down to her inner crevice and stroked the soft flesh there; she was terribly wet.
She began to move around. Now, she could smell; his muskiness, his strength, his sweats, his savagery. She needed him in her; she couldn’t wait anymore.
“Come into me!” She pleaded urgently. “quickly, wolf man, don’t waste time.” and she grabbed his hot, pulsating penis and began to tug it. Victor, his senses driving him to an orgiastic frenzy slid into her and she gasped as her body tried to adjust to his huge size. Then she wrapped her legs around him and gave herself up to his wild animal lust.