Animals in Night: Part 3

by

Whiff

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When Lupe came that night, he wouldn’t approach her. Even when she fingered herself to make her cream flow, and she could see him sniffing it, he just jumped around at the edge of the clearing. He kept sniffing at the ground, and she concluded he could smell Gene. He was excited, horny she guessed, but still stayed away from her. Finally, he started running down a path, then stopping to look at her, then running that way again. He wants me to follow him, she concluded.

He led her to a spot upstream, with deeper, thicker cover, still beside the water, but on the other side. He walked daintily through the very shallow ford, and she followed. As soon as she got to the clearing, he started licking at her pussy. She dropped to all fours, and he mounted her. Gene had drained much of her energy, and she relaxed as he pumped into her, nonetheless having a small climax when he howled his release. Gene would be interested in that, she thought. He and I somehow violated his turf, and so he chose another spot.

She cleaned his cock in her ritual finish of their lovemaking, and couldn’t see any evidence of disappointment in the wolf. How could I tell, she wondered. She didn’t feel up to a run tonight. Her mind kept returning to the man. What would happen if Lupe met Gene? How would Gene feel if he knew what she was doing? She walked back to her stream and bathed, and Lupe did not follow. I am what I am, she thought, and Gene was going to have to accept that. Yet, she had to admit a wolf was unusual competition. She brought a beer down to the stream, and as she bathed sleepily, drank it slowly.

To the embracing night, she whispered “There’s a lot of good, maybe some problems here. I’ll follow my instincts until they do me wrong.” A soft breeze seemed to give her approval. Her body felt vibrant. She had to admit the man fucked her better than the wolf, and he had his own wildness. And he had some need she seemed to want to fill, if she could.

He arrived the next day to find her in the kitchen. She wore a thong style white bikini bathing suit, as she prepared a rabbit for roasting. He could see little tufts of black hair at the edge of the thong. He murmured “Merry”. “I heard you, Gene. But I wanted to see how you would be, what you would do. You passed the first test by not acting as though you owned me just ’cause you fucked me.” She put down the knife she had been using and came to him, kissing him deeply. Both were surprised at the tingling they felt from being together. “Let me show you where you can put your things.”

As he put a few clothes in the drawer, and his toiletries in the bathroom, she watched his movements with pleasure. He’s not self conscious, she felt. Just pissed off. “Put something more comfortable on, and come downstairs.” As she was finishing basting the rabbit, she heard his bare feet on the stairs, and looked to see him wearing just a jock strap. He grinned at her. “It’s pretty functional. If you want to run, remember my plumbing’s on the outside.” She grinned. “You learn fast, sailor.” She took the rabbit out to the spit, and he helped her start a fire. As they stood together watching the meat begin to cook, he moved behind her, pressing his hips to her ass, his chest to her back. His hands began roaming over her, dipping inside the bra, and cupping her furry box under the thong. She found herself responding to his touch with pleasure, pushing back to him.

She stepped forward, turned, and stripped off the tiny suit. “I love being naked, Gene. I’m amazed at how you turn me on. Take me, right here. right now, hard and savage.” She dropped to her hands and knees beside the hearth, wiggling her ass at him. His mouth found her pussy from behind, wetting her down, tonguing her clit. He was good at it, and her cream began to flow. As her eyes closed, and she began to moan, she felt him feeding his cock into her, and start a slow, deep thrusting. His hands came around to her tits. He started murmuring in her ear.

“Merry, Merry, I want to ask you so much, but I can’t think of anything but us together. I meant to be cool, restrained, but I wanted to fuck the minute I saw you today. Ooh, god, ooh.” One hand left her breast and moved to her clitty, diddling it tenderly. She felt thrills starting to radiate, and began surging back to his cock. His member touched all her passage, and its friction kept her rising to new heights. She relaxed to the pleasure of their writhing bodies, so much like with Lupe, yet so much better. When her ass cheeks pushed at his groin, he sighed with urgent excitement. His head buried in her hair smelled soap, no perfume, just natural hints of the woods.

Gene’s mind had gone dormant again, as he thrust into her from the back. He was starting to let himself go with the fantastic sensual freedom of their late afternoon nakedness, here in the open, grunting at each other with abandon. Her pussy seemed to caress all his cock, welcoming him, nurturing his spirit. Sex had never been so easy and uncomplicated before. She was bringing him into her animal world, where things were simple. They were turned on to each other, so get off. No coy teasing, no affectation. Pure pleasure in the moment.

He realized that was always what he liked about being alone with nature. She had made a world that let the two of them be just that way, and challenged him to embrace it with her. As he felt climax approach, it was as though he was going to release not only his sexual tension, but the inhibitions of society. She had a head start on such a life, but in that moment, he knew abandoning himself to this existence was a gift to his soul, and that he could embrace it fully.

He growled with his release, opening his mouth and gripping her throat lightly with his lips, sucking flesh in, and nibbling with his teeth. He felt the thrills of completion as the spunk shot out into her. She was squealing with her own orgasm, twisting her head as he ate at her tender neck, while her hips squirmed violently back at him. “Gene, Gene” she gurgled. “Bite me, take me, wow.” As his hips jumped in her jerkily, with the last drops oozing from his tool, he realized his heart was full of the rapture of this moment, and for the first time in years, there was no anger.

They waited for their cumming to subside, and walked to the stream, bathing and rubbing each other wordlessly. Finally he asked “Are you as amazed as I am with how natural we seem to be together? I know you’ve been living like this for weeks, but I’ve never felt this close to someone after twenty four hours.” She looked at him with her characteristic directness. “I’m trying not to let you get to me, Gene. But no, I’ve never been this close to a man, no matter how long I’ve known him.” She sighed and kissed him tenderly. “We’re just animals, after all, and you seem to be getting in touch with that in yourself. Maybe I can show you the way, but you’re walking the path.”

His hands tangled in her hair, letting his fingers move through the wet mass. They kissed again, without passion, and he realized that she was taking away his loneliness somehow. She giggled and jumped up energetically. “Let’s go get a deer. I’m low. I’ll show you how I do it.”

They walked back to the house, and she went inside while he pulled on the supporter. When she came out, she had a large hunting knife, and was making a scabbard for it with braids in her hair. When she finished, the weapon rode on her back, cushioned by her mass of curls. She trotted onto the path, and they jogged easily together. “I get runner’s high, Gene. It feels great. Do you?” “I’ve felt it Merry. I’m not sure I’m in good enough shape now, though.” But to his surprise, after the first mile, he began to feel the euphoria, as he saw her smiling with the stimulation of their exertion. After another half mile, he grabbed her and kissed her urgently, wallowing in the sensual joy they were sharing. She grinned erotically as they stared at each other, chests heaving with the exercise. There was a question in her eyes.

“No, I just wanted to kiss you,” he gasped. “I liked it, sailor” she breathed. He started jogging again, and she giggled as she caught up with him. Around one turn three miles further, they saw a deer run into the woods to their right. Merry stopped and watched it, waiting for her breathing to slow. She reached behind her head for the knife. Going down the path to the deer’s point of entry, she squatted and urinated in several places, then retraced her steps. He watched wordlessly, seeing that she intended to circle the animal and trap it between the spot she had marked and her attacking direction.

As she started into the forest, moving with the lithe power he admired, he followed. She looped out about two hundred yards, then began moving back towards her trap. They both saw the deer at the same time, and froze. They were downwind, so their scent was carried away. She’s good at this, he thought. She began closing in, almost silently. He stayed still. Suddenly, the deer saw her, and turned and ran back the way it had come, right into the marked trap. Merry gave chase, and he followed, admiring her fantastic body in full stride, leaping over obstacles, straining toward her kill. The knife flashed in her left hand.

When the deer stopped, sensing the smell ahead, she lept on its shoulders, pulling it down, with her strong legs wrapped around its neck. As they fell together, the blade sliced its throat open, cutting the windpipe, and opening several major blood vessels. She held it down for the few moments before its struggles died out. As she heard the death rattle, a grin of triumph lit her face. Their eyes met as he approached. He felt mostly admiration at the prowess of her hunt, but also a certain tingle of lust for this constantly surprising woman, so fierce as she wrestled with the dying animal.

He wasn’t really very shocked when she buried her head in the oozing throat, drinking the blood. He had done it before, in the jungle, because they had taught him about the nutritional value of it. Wordlessly, as she watched him intently, he knelt and joined her, tasting the thick, salty essence. After a few moments, as the flows lowed, they raised their heads, within inches of each other. Their mouths pressed together, sharing the fruits of her hunt. Adrenaline was combining with their euphoria, and the pleasure of the successful kill. They tumbled to the pine needles beside the carcass, writhing at each other in brutal passion.

Her hands went to the jock strap and pulled it off. His cock jerked up, fully hard. Without breaking the powerful kiss, she inserted him into her vaginal tunnel, and lying on top of him, began to grind her hips up and down. He could smell her musk, the odors of the dead animal, and their sweat mingling in a heady natural perfume. She was gasping into his mouth, as his heart raced with the incredible but sensual fucking.

After the noises of the killing, the quiet now was interrupted only by their grunting, moaning lovemaking. He was spinning into a vortex of pleasure, as he heard her growling with her pummeling of him. “Hunh,hunh, oooh, aagh.” He was humping up at her with each of her thrusts, and part of his mind was screaming with desire for release, while another part marveled at her abandon, and his embracing of it all. His hands went into her hair, grabbling handfuls and pulling her face to his.

Again, she finished quickly and wildly. “Cummmmm, cumming, oooooh.” she squealed, her hips accelerating their pumping. He began his own climax, squirting jism frantically into her pussy. They kept humping, lengthening the powerful release, seeming to go on and on together. He was still feeling zings of sensation as he shot again and again. She was moaning with the contractions of her cuntal passage around his swollen member. She started licking at his face, tasting the blood again, and his salty sweat. His hands began rubbing her shoulders through the curly mane at her back.

She finally relaxed, staying on top of him, but stretching her legs out to press against his. She was licking at his neck now, and his hands were kneading her ass cheeks, feeling her muscles slowly unwind. There was no sound except their heavy breathing. He was softening, but she wriggled down to keep him inside her. They lay there for minutes, luxuriating in the intimacy that they were sharing. Suddenly, he heard a rustle of leaves to their left, and saw the yellow eyes of a wolf.

His heart jumped, and he looked around for the knife. She felt his movements and whispered “Keep still, darling.” She crawled toward the animal. Gene heard no growl, but a little whine. She reached out and rubbed its neck. The wolf began licking her face. Then she rolled over to her back, and the animal’s jaws went toward her hairy mound. Gene tensed again. But the animal just sniffed, then began licking. Then its head turned toward him.

“I think he’s jealous, Gene. Please don’t hurt him.” The wolf stared at his rival. What’s going on in his mind? What did she mean, jealous? The wolf put its head lower, and he recognized a sign of submission, trying to put him at ease. It took a step, and sniffed at his groin. He steeled himself to go for the knife if he had to, but the animal just began licking at his chest, tasting the blood of the deer. He heard Merry whispering “He wants to make peace, I think. He must understand about human mating.”

She crawled back to him, and put an arm around its shoulders. “Lupe, meet Gene.” As the wolf licked him, she crawled around and swallowed the man’s prick. She could taste their mixed juices, and it pulsed as she worked it around in her mouth, licking from the base to the still leaking head. Lupe turned from Gene, watched her for a moment, then returned to making friends with this new human.

An hour later, they were resting in the stream, the deer skinned and gutted, hanging in the yard. The rabbit was almost ready, and she was humming softly as they rubbed and rolled with each other in the cold, stimulating water. She nestled to him, with her hand on his soft pinus. “Lupe makes love to me too, Gene” she whispered. He felt shock, though he had been wondering if something like that was possible. But his cock jumped with the sexy picture of the animal mounting her, and she giggled when she felt it. “Now you know all my secrets, darling. And I’m not fighting my feeling for you anymore. You were wonderful tonight, and the look isn’t there. You can come watch him fuck me tonight, if you want.” She kissed him softly, cooing as her tongue worked at the inside of his mouth. “And if you can’t handle it, leave tomorrow, and I won’t blame you.”

As she rose from the water, wiping water from her body with her hands, he watched her tawny butt, the heavy slit beneath, the pert, firm tits, nipples red and erect, her midsection rippling with her motions, the long legs so strong yet shapely, the gorgeous, fierce features in her face so attractive. The only thought he had was a deep need to be with her. She had been right; she was all the woman he could handle, and then some.

At dinner, she told him about the curious behavior Lupe had shown about where they met. “It’s as though he understands, but won’t do it in the same place if I’ve been there with you.” “It must be something to do with territory. They’re very private in mating. That’s how I knew the Yellowstone wolves were fucked up, they would couple right out in the open.” “I didn’t know how he would act when he met you. I guess it’s any friend of yours is a friend of mine.” “How would you feel about my photographing you with Lupe? It’s really curious behavior, and may explain why he hasn’t left the pack yet.” He smiled at her. “I’ll cutoff your face.” “Don’t bother, lover. I’m not ashamed at all. It would turn me on if the whole world knew.”

She was late to her tryst with her animal lover, but he was waiting. She let him lick her to a climax, knowing Gene was watching, and taking pictures. As he mounted her, she looked back to where she knew he was hiding, and grinned for the camera. Years later, the photo generated a great deal of interest among the University’s professors, even though only the Doctoral committee saw the original. Although she said she wouldn’t mind, he never allowed his thesis to be published.

To be continued…

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