The Moon's Daughter

At a crossroads from one place to another sat a little idyllic town of thatched wooden houses, with farmland to one side and an ancient forest to the other. In one house at the edge of the forest lived a carpenter and a girl who everyone assumed was his daughter.

The girl laid restlessly upon her bed with her eyes fixed upon the shutter that her uncle always left locked. Until, at last, she got up and tried it. Never before had she managed to open it no matter how she tried, but this night it slid open with ease.

She took a few moments to stare out into the forest, at the spot where the moon would rise. Occasionally the moon would come up during daylight hours, before her uncle would lock them inside for the night. Those were the only times she had been able to manage to get a glimpse of her father since her mother's death. But tonight it had not yet risen, and she felt like she still had time.

Turning, she padded across the wooden floor to her wardrobe, shedding her night clothes as she went. Reaching past her dresses and robes into the very back she pulled out her mother's cloak. Somehow she had managed to bring it with her, although her uncle would've gotten rid of it if he'd known. But when he'd fled with her, afraid of losing his niece to the witch hunters like he'd lost his sister, he had not paid sufficient attention to what she'd packed in her own bag.

She shook her head as she threw the dark, nearly black, blue cloak over her shoulders and strode back to the wide open window. Her mother had been a priestess, her father was neither a carpenter nor a tramp, and she was no longer a child.

She stared thoughtfully at where she knew the moon would rise for a moment before she climbed nimbly out the window. She took but a moment to adjust the cloak to conceal her entirely before striding off into the forest with nary a backwards glance.

As she traversed the forest, her light steps kept her from being noticed, and her tough soles kept her feet from harm.

Just as she worried that she might miss the moonrise she arrived at a meadow, and there at the edge of the forest she allowed her mother's cloak to pool at her feet. She made her way to the center of the meadow and took up a pose that she'd once seen her mother take the one time she'd watched her mother dance. One hand pointed straight up, while the other pointed to where the moon would first appear.

She waited just a few minutes more until the moon arose. Then she let the moon guide her as her body hair melted away and the moonlight gathered in her black hair like little bits of starlight until her hair was like a flowing extension of the moonlight.

Shortly from the edge of the forest emerged a four legged creature with her mother's cloak caught in its teeth, just like a crazed unicorn had done for her mother on that long ago night.

Her breath caught in her throat as she remembered the gossip about a beast tearing apart livestock, and how a farmer had disappeared the night before. She knew that even one misstep would spell her death so she dared not falter.

As it approached it looked more and more wolf-like until it dropped the surprisingly undamaged cloak and reared back onto his feet showing off a physique that was definitely more like a man's.

She gave the hulking wolfman a graceful mockery of a courtly bow, which he easily returned, and then they both got swept up into the moon's dance. Her movements were graceful and wild whereas his started off jerky and disjointed, and yet still somehow nimble.

As he fell more and more in-step with her, her muscles burned and ached with exertion. They danced until the moon reached its zenith. Then, of their own accord, her arms twined about themselves rising up as she cradled the moon in her hands.

They stood there in a frozen tableau for a few moments, her sweating and trembling with her chest heaving and him seemingly completely unfazed. Then a soft voice whispered in her ear, "Bring my guard back to me."

And just like that the moon's influence pulled back. She could still feel it surrounding her like a parent's warm hug as her arms dropped like a marionette with its strings cut, but it no longer directed her actions.

As the wolfman let out a low menacing growl she felt no fear, if her father trusted her to do this without dying she would prove herself to him. And so she pulled upon her knowledge of wolves and of men, and even of dogs and tilted her head, fully exposing her vulnerable neck to the angry beast.

He lunged forwards and she closed her eyes so as not to see those teeth coming at her. She knew that she had to remain calm, any hint of fear and it would be over.

He held her throat almost tenderly within his jaw as he continued to growl in an aggressive, confused way. She lifted her still trembling hand up to trail along the edge of his jaw until she reached his chin where she gently scritched.

Slowly he relaxed into her touch, as she lost herself to the coarse yet soft feel of his fur under her fingertips. Then abruptly he nipped the tip of her nose before pressing it down with his own.

She blinked in surprise as he pressed her head back down to cover her neck, and then allowed a soft smile to grace her lips as he started to circle her.

However, after circling her two and a half times he stuck his nose between her legs from behind and sniffed deeply. She found this confusing, as the unicorn in her memories had circled her mother three times before trotting back into the forest.

Her confusion flew away as he started eagerly licking at her sweaty folds, and then that soft voice was whispering amusedly into her ear once more, "I can show you how to send him away, if you want."

She thought about it. However, her father had called him his guard, which meant that he could protect her with less fear than her uncle had been doing. And if she were to leave, her uncle would be free to pursue the pretty widow down the road and perhaps form a family that he wouldn't be in constant fear of losing.

Mostly though, the wolfman had gotten her excited in ways that she'd never been allowed to explore before.

She bit her lip and parted her legs as she bent over to watch what he was doing down there. With visible excitement the wolfman twisted around to press his nose into the little bump that she had been repeatedly told was a sin to touch, but then her very existence was most likely a sin to them. So she banished such thoughts from her head as she let out a low wanton moan from the sensation.

Unnoticed by the pair, the shimmering glow faded from her hair as the moon gave them a bit of privacy.

He gripped her knees, his tongue snaked past her maidenhead as his shoulders moved amongst the flowers and grass.

She was so mesmerized by the sight, and distracted by the pleasure she'd never experienced before that she did not even notice when her legs started to give out.

He however noticed, and tugged at her legs in such a way as to cause her to fall over backwards onto his broad torso.

She laid there stunned as his hands shifted up to hold her thighs open. He curled up a little around her bottom as he eagerly chased after her nectar. His soft pleased growl caused her to squeal in pleasure and grind herself into his maw.

As she arched and writhed on top of him she felt something poking into her head. After feeling over the smooth damp thing she twisted around to get a look. His member had emerged halfway from its sheath. She stared at it wide eyed as it slowly grew, it had not even peeked out of his sheath during their dance, so she wondered if perhaps it wasn't just the sight of her, but also the scent and taste of her that was getting him so excited.

She groaned as his tongue pressed into a particularly sensitive spot in her channel. Wanting to return some of the pleasure that he was lathering her in she wrapped the hand she wasn't bracing herself with around his glistening member and gently explored along his shaft.

She watched a dribble of liquid well up at his tip, as she eagerly inhaled the enticingly musky aroma until she could not take it any more and leaned down to taste it. Her tongue had barely touched his tip when the wolfman twisted her hips around so that her entire body was prone, and then with a firm grip on her hips pushed her forward so fast that she had to rapidly hand walk to not faceplant into his crotch or the earth.

Before she knew what was happening she was on all fours with the wolfman kneeling behind her. She shuddered in anticipation as he lined himself up with her. She had a vague idea of what was about to happen, and she was mostly sure that the tales of pain had been grossly exaggerated.

She bit her lower lip as he got the tapered tip into her, then his grip tightened and he let out a soft growl of pleasure as he slowly pushed into her. There was a slight stretchy burning feel, but it wasn't bad, and the rest of it had her panting and whimpering in pleasure.

He held himself within her, moving his hips in slow lazy circles driving her panting and trembling to a feverish pitch till she reached the point where she saw stars as she cried out her pleasure.

As if that was some sort of signal he hungrily rutted into her. However she had already rather worn herself out and so it didn't take long for her arms and legs to try and give out on her.

Growling in frustration he lowered her into the sweet smelling flowers and rolled her over. Then he just kneeled above her with a hard stare as his ears flickered uncertainly.

She gave him a friendly smile and planted her feet to either side of his knees before arching her back and exposing her neck submissively.

This time she didn't close her eyes as he lunged for her neck with his dangerous teeth gleaming in the moonlight and a rather possessive growl. Having gotten a good look at his dentition, she felt a thrill of fear roll down her spine as his teeth once again tenderly closed upon her neck.

She murmured softly and wordlessly, his wild masculine musk nearly overwhelming her as she reached up to scritch his chin once more. Soon he relaxed and playfully nipped at her fingertips before sniffing his way down to her bosom.

He started by licking firmly between her soft mounds, causing her to wiggle enticingly beneath him at the pleasantly warm feeling. Then he sucked one of her teats into his maw. With a gasp of mingled pleasure and pain she tangled her fingers into his shoulder fur and could not seem to make up her mind as to whether she wanted to pull him closer or push him away. When he let go with a pop she let out a whimper full of both disappointment and relief, only to enter the same exact internal struggle as he latched onto the other side. Eventually he let go once more and leaned back to admire her swollen nipples.

She wiggled her hips at him as she let out one soft needy word, "Please."

He nuzzled into the side of her face as he scooped up her butt to line himself up with her. She reflexively wrapped her arms about his neck and nuzzled back.

He sunk into the gasping maiden easily enough but it took them a few tries to find an angle that he could build up a decent speed in. But finally with her legs hooked up high, and his chest pressed to her's, he managed to piston rapidly into her trembling body.

With his furry body rubbing firmly against her, and his hips slapping rapidly into her bare mound it didn't take long for her to see stars and scream out her pleasure once more, and it wasn't long after that that he was holding himself within her and howling triumphantly as he filled her womb with his seed.

The wolfman dropped to his side beside the moon-touched girl and pulled her into his arms while licking eagerly over every inch of reachable skin. Giggling she twisted and turned within his grasp until she'd gotten comfortable with her back to his warm chest. Once she had settled he huffed contentedly and rested his head above her own.

Slowly the moonlight gathered into her hair once more and a soft invisible touch brushed across her forehead as a voice full of equal parts exasperation and indulgence whispered into her ear, "Alright, you can keep him."

Smiling in satisfaction she rubbed her face against the arm of her guard and drifted off to sleep.