<xmp>The Magician's Wolf
Pt. 2
By Alexi92
Marlos threw the ball against the wall of his
impressive study. No books were in the room, he had a
library for that. Rather the study was empty so that
he could experiment with various spells and magical
properties.
The ball he was playing with hit the wall and
promptly transformed into a million small insects.
They fell to the ground, crawling and writhing across
the stone floor. Marlos sighed, another failure. He
conjured the insects away to some far corner of the
woods with a defeated sigh. He had been trying to
discover a way to make materials explode upon impact.
As he left his study for the more furnished
halls of his large castle he heard the baying and
growling of his guard dogs. Marlos was the Magician
of the Forbidden Woods, as people called the area he
inhabited. Marlos just called them the woods. As far
as he knew he and some hermit were the only people
that lived in them.
The hermit, the child of another hermit, had a
pretty impressive residence near one of the
clearings. Not as impressive as Marlos' own castle,
but large enough to sustain a indoors. Marlos
hadn't really spent much time with his neighbor. Of
course neither of them wanted to be bothered so they
got along well for two recluses, neither one
bothering the other.
But whereas the hermit simply kept to himself
Marlos actively kept people out of the woods. His
guard dogs, huge mutated hounds of anger that had
once been particularly nasty intruders, patrolled the
woods, attacking anyone who was trying to do more
than just pass through. For the most part the mere
presence of the wolves, and a magician that might
turn you into one, kept most people out of the area.
In fact the dogs had only one real command when
patrolling, don't bother the hermit. Marlos wasn't
exactly sure about the hermit's true nature and had
no reason to antagonize the one person in the world
that knew the woods better than him.
Marlos had reached the door to his library when
the scream ripped through the air. That was
unexpected, no human should have been able to get
close enough to his castle that their screams would
travel to his ear. The dogs should have taken care of
it, this lack of action on their part was
inconceivable. In fact the scream seemed to be coming
from the kennel.
Marlos raced down the stairs and through the
halls to the room in the castle that his dogs were
kept. Bursting through the door he shouted in anger.
From the middle of the room three canine faces looked
up at him, taken off guard.
Three dogs, the three not on patrol, were
assaulting a woman. She looked tall, but Marlos
couldn't be sure. She had cuts and bruises covering
her body, her clothing had been roughly torn away by
sharp teeth around her crotch and breasts. Her black
hair was matted to her face, covered in drool and
cum. One of the dogs, an all black one with a white
patch on his tail, had mounted her and was humping
her even as he looked up at his master.
Marlos sighed. She was one of the Amazon
bandits which had entered the forest recently. The
dogs had been doing a lot of things like this
recently. They would capture an attractive human
female in the woods and drag her back to the kennel
where they would fuck her mercilessly.
The three dogs forgot about the entrance of
their master and returned to their task. The one
already pumping his large member in the woman's
abused continued to pound into her. Another
began to lick the woman's exposed nipple, his
sandpapery tongue rubbing roughly against her already
sore breast. The other mounted the front of the
woman, maneuvering his canine cock into her mouth and
humping her face as his partner worked her other
side.
"Enough!" Marlos shouted. He opened up his arms
and the three dogs flew and crashed into the walls.
The woman, now a frightened wreck, scrambled from the
middle of the room to huddle against Marlos' legs for
safety.
The three dogs slid to the ground and slowly
stood on all four legs, looking fearfully at their
master.
"I've told you, no more of this! I'll not have
you raping women...."
***
Peter tucked the poor into bed. The rooms
at the inn weren't cheap but he wasn't about to make
camp any time soon if he could help it. The first
night after getting her out of the city where her
mouth had been constantly violated he had made camp
and woken to find her trying to pull his cock out of
his pants. She claimed she owed him for rescuing her
and that she wasn't worthy of doing anything but
sucking his cock. He had to console her for the rest
of the night, assuring her she wasn't just a cock
sucker. Sometime during the night she told him she
wanted to be his wife. The next day he determined she
was in no state to travel alone, but that night he
made sure they stayed at an inn, in separate rooms.
There had been no trouble since then.
They were close to Lorit City now. He would
leave Aethis with her Amazon bandit sisters and then
seek out the witch. He had the hardest time trying to
explain to Aethis that he couldn't marry her because
he had a woman back home, even if they weren't
married and Clara turned into a wolf when they
weren't being intimate. He needed to find the witch
to reverse the curse and turn Clara back into a
normal woman.
"Peter?" Aethis murmured.
"Hmm?" Peter cursed to himself, he had thought
she was asleep.
"You don't think I'm a whore do you?"
"No, I told you that."
"Even though I a lot of men's cocks?"
"It wasn't your fault, you were raped."
"I know, but I still feel like I'm not worthy."
"Don't think like that."
"Can I suck your cock?"
Peter paused. He wasn't sure how to answer that
without making her feel rejected. "I told you
already, I have a wife, of sorts, at home."
"I know," Aethis' brows knitted as she frowned.
"It's just, it doesn't seem right that I all
those cocks and haven't yours even though
you're the one I wanted to be with."
"I'm sorry, I don't think it would be right."
"It's because you think I'm a worthless...."
"No. I told you, you aren't worthless. Not in
my eyes, not to anyone."
"Prove it to me."
"How?" Peter didn't like the way this was
heading.
"Let me impress you."
"What do you mean?" Peter asked cautiously.
"Let me suck your cock and show you how good I
am at it. I learned a lot, they hit me if I did it
wrong."
"No, there are other ways you can impress me."
"How?" Aethis cried. "It's the only thing I'm
good at."
"No it's not," Peter said sternly.
"How do you know? What other way can you think
of that you're sure would impress you."
Peter thought for a minute. A long minute.
Finally he said ",Don't let what happened control the
rest of your life, put it behind you and make it
nothing, don't give it power over you. That would
impress me."
"Okay."
Peter sighed to himself with relief.
"But first you have to make love to me."
"What?!" Peter nearly collapsed with shock.
Everything had seemed to be going right, Aethis was
finally ready to deal with the problem the incident
had caused her when boom, the rug was pulled from
beneath him.
"I'll do it, but only if you let me make love
to you. Think of it as the first step in my healing
process. I choose tenderly to be with the I love
instead of being violently forced to suck the dick of
a complete stranger."
"Love?!" The world was swallowing Peter's mind,
he couldn't think.
"Yes love. I love you. I can't help it. You
impressed me when you faced the huge in the
woods, but when you saw me at my weakest, being
forced to suck strangers off you helped me rather
than take advantage of me. You could have just used
me like everyone else, made me suck your cock and
then be done with me, but instead you rescued me. I
love you Peter."
"No, you're not thinking clearly. You don't
know what you're talking about."
"I don't care. I won't try to heal myself until
you let me fuck you"
"But..."
"Please Peter."
"I can't, Clara would..."
"Clara doesn't need to know. I just need to
know that you don't think of me as worthless cock
sucker. Share an intimate moment with me."
"No..."
"Please Peter."
"I can't."
"I-I.." Aethis faltered. While she had been
trying to give eloquent arguments she was still
afraid that Peter was only taking pity on her and
that he still saw her as the who had been
willing to suck his dick in exchange for the removal
of a chastity belt. She had hoped that she could
erase that from his mind by being a creature
of loving passion rather than cheap thrills. It
hadn't worked. "Oh god, I'm sorry. You... I... I'm
sorry. God, you must think I'm a slut, trying to get
you to sleep with me. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it
like that. I... I... I wanted to love you not just
fuck... I... Please don't think of me like that. I'm
not like that... I'm not... I'm not, right? I didn't
want to just fuck. I don't think. I don't know. I..."
Peter looked at her. She was crying, desperate
for approval. He wasn't sure how he could prove to
her that he didn't think of her as some cheap slut.
The only way that seemed to present itself was
unthinkable. Not only would it mean betraying Clara
but it was definitely not the way to help Aethis.
***
Clara lay on the bed, feeling the cloth of the
sheets against her fur covered stomach. It had been
almost a week since Peter had left. A week as a wolf.
It was the longest period she had stayed a wolf since
she had met Peter. Now she was trying to remember
human sensations. She missed being human. She missed
Peter. She wondered which she missed more.
The sound of the front door creaking open
carried itself to the sensitive hearing of Clara's
lupine ears. Her head raised and she slowly stood. A
footstep. Clara leapt off the bed onto the hard wood
floor with a quiet thump. Why was someone in the
house? Peter shouldn't have been back for another
week. That damn door had been left open, she had been
afraid something like this would happen. Without
hands she had been unable to close the door herself.
Clara crept beneath the bed, hiding from the
intruder. The hair on her back stood on end. This all
felt wrong.
"Hello?" A voice called. It was a man's. "Is
anybody home?"
The man's footsteps continued as he explored
the house. With each passing moment Clara became
increasingly nervous. Soon the footsteps came closer
to the bedroom. Step, step, step.
"Hello?" The voice was inside the room, right
above her.
Clara held her breath, trying not to move.
There was a shuffling as the did something. Clara
wasn't sure what, the sound wasn't specific enough.
She could smell him though, it was odd, as though he
had no scent, but that was impossible. Everything had
a scent, affected by its own material and the
environment around it, but this had none, as
though he didn't exist and was never around anything.
The sheets moved before her eyes. The was
searching beneath the bed! A hand, not a large hand,
reached beneath the bed, inches in front of her long
nose. Still she could not smell anything. The hand
began groping the air beneath the bed, trying to find
something, trying to find her! That's why he had come
here, he wanted her. To take her from the house, away
from Peter and any hope she had of being human again.
The hand once again moved in front of her
muzzle. Taking action Clara bit into the hand with
her sharp teeth. They stuck. As hard as she tried to
pry her teeth loose from the hand she could not open
her mouth. The hand had captured her mouth as if it
were glue. She tried to pull away but she could not
match the strength of the man.
The hand pulled her from out under the bed. She
resisted but it was futile. The looked down at
her, smiling a devious grin. She tried to back away
but was held firmly by the entrapping hand. For some
reason the didn't seem to mind that his hand was
being bitten by sharp teeth, as though he had
anticipated it.
The fell to his knee and petted Clara on
the head. Clara whined from the indignity, unable to
express herself any other way.
"Hello girl," said the man. "You're a fine
looking beast. My name's Marlos. I'm going to take
you to my home until your master gets back. Don't
worry about anything, you won't be hurt. I don't want
to get your master angry. But I couldn't help but
notice that he left you all alone while he went away.
"I don't know why he did that but it isn't a
very nice thing to do to a pet. So I'll take care of
you for know. It'll be fun, I've got some dogs of my
own and a private kennel. And I've got a really big
castle so you can run around all you want. Doesn't
that sound fun?"
Clara wanted to tell him that it sounded
horrible. That she was really a woman, Peter's wife,
not his pet. But she couldn't, not in her wolf form.
She growled around the man's hand. He took no notice.
"I'm sure you'll get along fine with my dogs.
They're very friendly."
Marlos waved his free hand and she passed out.
***
Peter woke with a start. He had been dreaming
of Clara. Through the foggy vision of his half woken
eyes he thought he saw movement, but as it cleared
there was nothing, simply the darkness of night.
Peter closed his eyes and allowed himself to again be
immersed in the memories of Clara's touch.
As he began to once again regress into sleep
the touch of human hands fell upon his thighs.
Peter's eyes stared wide at the ceiling above him as
his mind raced through possibilities. Suddenly a wet
enclosure suckled on his cock, a mouth. Peter through
back the covers and craned his neck to see who it
was.
Of course it was Aethis. She manipulated his
cock with her tongue until he grew hard. His cock,
rubbing against the moist interior of her mouth,
quickly became rigid. He tried to pull himself into a
sitting position but her grip on his thighs was
strong. He had to do a sit up instead. She looked up
at him from his lap, a slight grin forming around his
member. He was stuck, her strength to keep him in
position was more than his to pull away. She had his
lower body pinned to the bed, at the mercy of her
attentive mouth.
Aethis' mouth played expertly with Peter's
penis, sucking, licking, nibbling, anything she
wanted, he couldn't resist. As her enthusiastic
sucking continued he felt his body begin to tense
with the imminent oncome of his orgasm. Aethis felt
the change and halted her ministrations. She let the
cock slip out of her mouth.
To Peter is was both a blessing and a curse. A
blessing because she had stopped her assault on his
body but a curse because, well because now he was
horny as all hell and wanted to get off. Aethis
crawled forward on his body. Although her hold on his
thighs was gone Peter made no move to resist. She
stopped when she was eye level with him, their eyes
expressed silently the lust both had pent up within
them. Aethis moved her hips, not once taking her eyes
off of Peter's face, and mounted his hard member,
letting it slide smoothly into her moist cunt.
Aethis began to ride Peter's body like a woman
possessed. Her large bounced in synch with her
bucking body. Peter's cock would momentarily
disappear into her ravenous and then reappear
with Aethis' wild surging movements. Peter simply lay
back as the beautiful Amazon fucked his body,
enjoying the increasing pleasure that flowed through
his body with each second his cock thrust into the
bandit's cunt.
It continued through the night, the Amazon
falling and rising earnestly on the Hermit's cock,
the pair never stopping until Aethis had finally fell
onto his body from exhaustion, her body covered in
sweat and a fulfilled smile on her face. Peter felt
her weight press against his body, wondering if he
could ever go back to Clara.
----
Concluded in part 3.
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Please don't expect part 3 for a month or two. I
might get it out before then but it isn't ver likely.
I've got too much stuff to do until December.
But once I've got free time I'll work on concluding
the of Peter and his Wolf. Then I'll get to
work on those LSH follow-ups I promised a while back.
Then I'll have completed my obligations for these
adult stories. I'm not sure if I'll right anything
beyond that. I've got some ideas but I'm not sure I'm
up to writing them.
feedback is appreciated. Send comments to...
aaalexi92@yahoo.com
Most of my are archived at
http://www.asstr.org/~alexi92</xmp>
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