Claiming the Huntress by Elyzabeth M. VaLey


Faye aimed the bow at the snarling grey wolf. She narrowed her eyes and drew back the string. The beast did not move. His face was placid as it regarded her with impossible blue eyes. They bore into her, almost as if he were seeking to tell her something. Her eyes began to water and she blinked. Before she could react, the animal was upon her.

She cried out as she fell to the ground, the bow and arrow skidding away from her grasp. She grappled with the large animal, aiming to reach the dagger in her boot, but he was too quick. He pinned her to the ground, his giant paws on her shoulders and his muzzle inches from hers. Faye shut her eyes, awaiting the bite that would take her to the other world, but it did not come.

She waited. Nothing happened, so she chanced a glance. The animal was studying her features. He took in a deep breath and his pupils dilated. His mouth opened to reveal a wolfish grin. Faye swallowed. Certainly, there was something wrong with this beast but she refused to stay and find out. Once again, she struggled to remove him from her but the animal lay atop her, his heavy weight holding her down. He watched her with what she could swear was amusement. The beast lowered his snout to her neck.

She held her breath, waiting for the animal to strike once and for all. The wolf opened its maw, the last rays of the setting sun making the saliva on his large teeth glisten. She screamed as the sharp canines pierced through her throat.

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Faye opened her eyes to a sky riddled with thousands of stars and a full moon. She turned her head and a stab of pain pierced her neck. She raised a trembling hand to her throat and gingerly touched the place where the wolf had bitten her but felt nothing more than a bit of dry blood and discomfort. For some strange reason that escaped her comprehension the animal had not bitten to kill but simply to injure.

She wasn’t one to stay and ponder about fate’s hand. She stood and stretched, removing the stiffness from her joints. Faye looked around her, searching for her misplaced bow and arrow. A sudden movement through the trees caught her attention and she froze.

The animal came into view and her chest tightened. The wolf was back. She knew she should run but something prompted her to wait. The animal trotted towards her, stopping barely a few feet away.

Neither of them moved for a few minutes. Then, the light of the moon bathed the large beast. She could have sworn he winked at her, but the action barely registered in her mind as the animal began to change before her eyes.

Where a wolf had been sitting mere seconds before, now sat a naked man. Faye stared in awe. The man was vaguely familiar. He had a thick prominent jaw, a straight nose and the blue eyes of the beast. His black hair fell well below his shoulders, trailing over the broad planes of his chest. Faye stood rooted to the spot as the man rose, the corded muscles in his arms and thighs flexing at the movement.

“If I had known you were so close I would have claimed you long ago.”

A shiver raced down Faye’s back as she perceived a familiar lilt in the man’s deep and husky voice.

“Do you not recognize me, Faye?”

She shook her head. The man laughed.

“It is true that we have not seen each other for years but when we were children I counted you among my closest friends, even if you were a girl.”

Faye’s eyes widened as she recognized the quip of her old childhood friend, a young boy that had disappeared on her fifteenth birthday.

“Gerule?” She said in a barely audible whisper. The man smiled warmly.

“‘Tis me.”

“How can it be?” She struggled to understand, searching in the depths of his eyes for an answer.

“It just is, Faye. You will understand soon.”

Faye stared at him, her mind reeling. Gerule approached her and she took a step back.

“Don’t fear me, Faye.” He reached out with his hand and tenderly caressed her face. Unbidden tears began to stream down her cheeks. Gerule gathered her into his arms, comforting her. He tilted her head and his lips landed over hers, warm and gentle, the tip of his tongue beckoning her to open for him. She sighed into his mouth and his tongue wound inside to entwine with hers.

Gerule brought her closer and she realized with a start that he was nude, his cock hardening against her clothed body. He caressed her back, his hands slowly sliding down to her ass, cupping it. Her body responded to the touch, hot liquid pooling between her nether folds.

Her passion inflamed, Faye aided Gerule as he removed her clothes. Gerule pulled her against him, his large calloused hand stroking the swollen flesh between her legs.

Faye ground against him. She moaned loudly when one of his fingers entered her sodden pussy and inflamed her heat even further. Gerule easily picked her up and she wound her legs around him, desperately searching for his manhood to fill her. Another finger intruded her swollen cunt and she cried out in delight.

“Please,” she asked, arching her back.

Gerule’s hard cock rested between them and she wrapped her hand around its wide girth. Another digit entered her and she tightened her grip.

“I want this inside me”

Gerule chucked cheerfully.

“Already you order me like a true female alpha.”

She glanced at him uncomprehending, but she was far beyond caring. Her body craved for his touch, her pussy throbbing with want.

Gerule laid her down on the forest floor and nudged her legs open with his knee. He rubbed the thick purple head of his shaft against her gaping lips. Faye lifted her hips and with a determined push he was past the inner lips of her spread cunt and deep into her slick wetness. Gerule pulled back, easily sliding back to the mouth of her sopping canal before driving back inside.

“Tell me how it feels, Faye.”

Faye opened her eyes. Gerule observed her intently, his blue eyes piercing into her very soul. “It feels so good, Gerule. Like –” She cried out as she felt the cockhead of his manhood meet her cervix.

“Like?” He prompted, slowly pulling back out.

“Like you belong inside me, like this is my connection to life. There is nothing more to life than this moment with you.” She lifted her hips and locked her ankles over his firm bottom, forcing him to drive into her.

Gerule lifted her almost to a sitting position. He captured her lips in a scorching kiss. She nibbled on his lower lip and his excitement increased, his thrusts becoming faster and rougher. He nuzzled her neck before grazing the indentation of her throat with his teeth. A thousand little needles danced across her skin and landed on her clit at the contact.

“Gerule!”

As she cried out her orgasm the man turned wolf bit her neck. She let her head fall onto his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat. She knew at that moment that something had changed. She glanced up at the moon’s round face and she knew that she was stronger, faster, and not entirely human.

She glanced into Gerule’s eyes. His gaze bore down on her, waiting. Everything became clear to her: His transformation on the night of her birthday, his escape, his fear, and his loneliness as night after night he searched for the perfect companion with which to worship the moon. She lifted her head and captured his lips. She was his mate. She had always been. With his cock still buried inside her to the hilt, she flipped him over onto his back with a joyous cry. Leaning onto his chest, she began to rock her hips and lift her body so that only the head of his cock remained inside her. Gerule laughed merrily. He grabbed one of her breasts and squeezed lightly. He caressed her jaw and lifted his head, pulling her down at the same time for a kiss.

“I love you, Faye. You set out to hunt me and instead I captured you. You are now wolf and my mate in this life and beyond.”

Fuelled by her love and her new nature, she ground her hips faster and harder, her clit bumping against the hard ridge of Gerule’s pubic bone. She cried out, lifting her head to the moon. Gerule’s seed spurted deep inside her and his cry echoed hers. Faye collapsed on his chest and he hugged her to him.

“I love you, Gerule. Have no fear for no longer will you howl to the moon in solitude.”

About the author: Appearances are deceiving. By day usually shy and quiet; another face in the crowd. By night Elyzabeth’s calm demeanor transforms. Words flow from her fingers giving life to elaborate fantasies of love and desire. Visit her realm at www.InADreamBeyond.blogspot.com

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