She could smell him finishing before she heard it, her whole self shuddering to accommodate the rush of cum that emanated from his animal-like shaft. The temperature of her body felt like it was changing from the inside, and she closed her eyes to take the feeling in even deeper, feeling his face rise up towards the sky in one long vibrant howl.
“OU OU OU OU OUOOO OOooooooo”
The ground below them began to shake. The trees were rustling and many of the leaves in the sky above them came tumbling down. If the sky had really been falling, Rachel wouldn’t have noticed or cared.
If she had been thinking of her friends, she might have been concerned that they would fall off the face of the cliff. But her mind was full only of the sights and sounds of this act, this welcome violation of her flesh by one of the most natural wonders of the world. She closed her eyes and dropped her full concentration down into her body from her toiling mind, to the place where their bodies came together, to the place that issued life and pleasure all in one swift and mighty gesture.
When Rachel opened her eyes, she realized that the wolf was still coming, still issuing seed from his hairy center. She opened wide and saw that the sun, suddenly, was gone, snuffed out and replaced by a vibrant full moon, hanging low, as if beneath the trees. The silver glow of the new night sky sent rippling waves of moonlight washing over and through the entire forest.
The air itself began to glow. She felt the moonlight wave over her bare skin, a tactile sensation almost like the feeling of a pure silk sheet covering her naked body. It was as if she were underwater, nearly drowning in her own pleasure, looking up through the torrid darkness to see the bright light of that mirroring rock. The brilliance of the moon’s glow was matched only by the magnificence of Rannulf’s coat; glistening, almost diamond-like, the color of the moon itself and every rock Rachel had ever climbed. As he began to expire, panting like the dog he was, Rachel felt an amazing surge of energy and power. The sun was back, warming up her sweaty skin, melting her body into his fur.
She felt like both the conquered and the conqueror. The earth and the sky. More filled than she had ever been and more satisfied. But instantly, like an addict anticipating the comedown, she wanted more. More Rannulf, more moon, more of his sperm in her hollow and empty womb.
“Again,” she cried. “Fuck me again, fuck me until I disintegrate into thin air. Until I become a part of the wind!”
Rannulf huffed.
“You’ve served your purpose,” he said.
He took his wide claws and severed the ropes binding her to the tree. She fell in a lump at his feet, only now she realized what a massive creature she had been at the mercy of. She reached around, feeling the pieces of bark that were pressed into her skin as if they had grown there, the leaves that stuck blindly to the bottoms of her feet. Even her chest bore the impressions of his fur, lines carved into her skin as if each piece of fur was as hard as his raging rod.
“Now be gone,” he said, “or I’ll have to kill you.”
Rachel’s head reeled. She needed to have more. She didn’t understand why he had taken her so fiercely only to let her go after one try. She sat upright in the dirt, putting her small, calloused hand on his giant paw.
“Don’t you get it?” he yelled, causing more leaves to fall. “We are done here! I am finished with you and you don’t look good enough to eat. Get out of here unless you want to be dead.”
She flared her nostrils. The energy from the sun and his sex and her own triumphant spirit came through her body all at once. She yelled and screamed, tackling Rannulf to the ground. She had already taken the mountain by force today and she could surely take him. She moved faster than she ever had before, running the ropes around his hind legs and tying him to the tree she had just been released from. Before he could fight back, she grabbed his paws and used her pick to climb up the tree and secure his front legs around his head and around the tree, still completely naked. She tied knot after knot, assuring he wouldn’t escape, and that even if he did, the whole tree would come down with him.
“You underestimate me,” she said, growling into his pointed ears. Dropping her voice so it was closer in tone to his. “You think you’ve seen all my tricks, everything I have to offer you. But you’re wrong.”
He was growing angrier, but looking down at his pubic region she saw that he was also getting more aroused. She shimmied down the tree and swung her body around so she was repelling down his body, dragging her soft skin and hard muscles down his equally ripped chest, caressing the fur on her way down.
“Don’t you want to see what else I can do?” she said.
He said nothing, but his growing erection answered for him.
She wasn’t just trying to save herself from his strength. She wasn’t just trying to conquer him, like she did her other adventures. He wasn’t just a picture or a thing to cross off her bucket list. It wasn’t just about finding someone to ravage her body until she was cast away from it. She had seen the moon he could conjure, she had felt the energy of the earth invade her body, absorb into her from the inside out. She had a taste of what the wilderness was like when it consumed her and she wasn’t going to let that go. She had found her man. She had found her womb’s ultimate counterpart. She would show him just how fit she was to carry on his seed.
Rachel grabbed the pick from out of the tree and walked over, stopping directly in front of Rannulf. She sat on the ground in front of him and spread her legs wide, exposing the pink folds of her pussy, introducing the wet cavern of her insides to the lively mountain air. She leaned forward and spread herself out further, letting her gaping lips show him where he had been and where he undoubtedly wanted to go again.
She played herself like a harp. Plucking her folds and rubbing her pearl in rhythm, mesmerizing more than just Rannulf. His member was swaying along with her movements, though his body was tied securely to the tree. The entire forest seemed to come alive as she warmed up, buzzing with life and sex and new sounds that she had never heard in all her years of outdoors exploration.
“How do you like this,” she said. “Getting a closer look. I bet your other conquests never gave you such a show.”
He looked down at his own body then back at her.
“Just wait,” she said, “you haven’t seen anything yet.”
She reached for the pick and slowly entered herself again with the rubber end, lubricated by the remnants of his sperm. She kept going in, knob by knob, wrapping both hands around the top of the pick, and lifting her legs for him to see just how far in she was going. The tree he was tied to began to quake.
“Oh fuck,” she said, pulsing in and out, stopping only to tease him more. “Look Rannulf. Look what you made me do. Look how hungry you made me, with your wild cock, you made me so hungry I may never get full enough again!”
She was going to try something wicked. Something she had only ever done once before, and even then only by accident. She started fucking herself faster and faster, feeling her orgasm begin in the twitching of her toes and then her leg muscles, and moving upward into her cunt. She took one hand and put it in her mouth, wetting all of her fingers, tasting herself and what was left of Ranulff. Oh, what she would give for another taste. A real one. What she was already giving! She planted the soles of her feet into the ground, tough as trees, as if she was growing back into the earth. She reached her long, tan, muscular legs out as far and wide as they would go, opening up for him — for them.
She moved her fingers back to her clit, rubbing hard and fast, in violent unnatural figure-eights. She spread her legs further, opening her slit and inching her body closer to her wolf, her mate. He was shaking the tree so hard now that the leaves were beginning to fall like the first day of Autumn. She pointed her pelvis towards him, and plunged the handle in as hard as she could, with all the energy of the earth and the sun and the moon and then, with a mighty push of her most intimate musculature…