A short story

Charlotte let her hand travel down the scar that went down the side of her cheek to the tip of her breast. It had been years but the memory felt as though it had happened yesterday. The pain not too far off. But she had no regrets except for the fact that she would never see him again. It was what she had chosen even thought she’d know the risks.

He was a full blooded wolf; the night of the attack to her face had been a glimpse of his uncontrollable aggression. The moon had been full; thunder lightening and rain filled the forest. Charlotte had fled from her home where Ned her husband had been. They had had a fight. It was true; his accusations about her affair were all true. But nothing she could explain. She’d run out of the house, the heat of the argument had been too much to bear.

The lightening flashed through the trees, but she ran unafraid deeper and deeper into the woods. Hoping she would find him even if it killed her. He had told her not to return, had warned her that he was too dangerous for her but Charlotte could not forget her wolf, the only one who could take her breath away.

The rain had soaked through her white cotton dress; it stuck to her body revealing her supple breast. Her long dark hair was pasted against her face, her lips a pale pink colour her deep blue eyes filled with tears and raindrops. With all her might she shouted out his name. ‘Midnight!’

Midnight stood on all fours, dark black fur, yellow eyes that almost looked like devil eyes. He was handsome even in his wolf form. He gritted his teeth and growled, saliva dripped from his mouth.  She’d disobeyed him, she’d come out to the woods to look for him even though she’d promised she wouldn’t.

It happened so fast, she could remember the urgency in him, the anger as he leapt forward up against her, her body falling onto the wet muddy ground. The sharp pain of his left paw in her flesh. Charlotte thought she’d lost him, she thought she might die, has his true being come to pass. Was he now only wolf? Their eyes met, hers filled with tears, they told a story of anger and pain of being trapped between two relationships. She wanted her wolf so bad but couldn’t be with him. Ned on the other had had been a marriage of convenience to please her father. The loneliness she felt with Ned deepened everyday.

Blood poured from her skin mixed with splashes of rain. The pain excruciating and yet exciting, different from the pain she felt with Ned. His paws further ripped off her dress leaving her bare before him. Droplets of rain covered her milky skin. Her arms stretched out as if on a cross. It was then that he backed off for a moment and disappeared behind a tree then reappeared. Midnight had become a man, tall, dark, rock solid chiselled body and manhood so hard Charlotte thought she might faint.

Midnight walked up to Charlotte.

‘You must stop coming here!’ he warned. ‘I could have killed you, don’t you see that. I’m loosing control of my human self.’

‘But you didn’t.’ She held onto her neck.  The blood had stopped running.

‘You are so stubborn, don’t you see that I love you! And want to protect you!’

‘I love you  and I want to be with you.’

‘I’m a wolf we can’t be together.’

‘Please don’t say that!’

Midnight took in a deep breath. How could he resist the beautiful woman who lay beneath him? He let his hand run over her ample bosom. The fire in his groin ignited and the animal part of him wanted to tear her apart. But he held back and continued to play with her ripe nipples.

‘Kiss me,’ she said .

He placed his lips against hers almost taking her breath away. The wet splashes of rain heavier as they stole forbidden passionate kisses. Thunder clashed and lightening lit up their lustful bodies. She could feel him, his need so intense a part of her was frightened and yet excited.  She could taste the hunger in his kiss.

Suddenly he stopped and held back.

‘I can’t, it’s too strong, I could kill you.’

‘Id rather you kill me than live without you.’ She brought him closer towards her.

‘You don’t mean that.’

Charlotte only ignored him and pressed her lips against his. His hunger overwhelmed him. His body took over and quickly took over hers. She felt him strong and heavy thighs part her legs wide. He was hungry and wanted to fuck her right there and then.

She could see the madness in his eyes, then without warning she felt him. The thick solid mass tore into her wet pussy. It felt like a knife had cut parts of her slit, the pain lovely. He thumped and thudded her like a man possessed. Charlotte screamed up into the heavens clawing his wet back, making him bleed.

‘Ohhhhh yes! Yes! Fuck me harder!’ she clung onto the raging man as he fucked her harder and harder. Tiny zaps of pain ran through her body heightening her excitement.  She loved him so much and wanted to be with him even if it was for brief moments like these.

Faster and faster he moved in and out of her pussy, clinging to her breasts like reins on a horse.  He rod harder and harder until she gasped desperately for air. He was taking everything out of her and she wanted him too.

There was a flash of lightening and a bang of thunder and he howled up into the sky as he came again and again and again!

That had been how they’d left it. The scar a constant reminder of her lover. A scar she could never explain to Ned. That had been the last time she’d seen Midnight, after they’d made love he ran off into the night leaving her bare and vulnerable. She’d cried through the night and hadn’t come out of her room for three days. Even Ned had been worried. Then on the fourth day she took a trip into the woods to the place they had made love, hoping Midnight would come. She called and called but this time he didn’t come back. It had been the last time.

Charlotte looked at the scar one more time in the mirror then left the bathroom to start her day with Ned.