Into The Darkest Shadows
#4 of The Moonrise Chronicles
Hi! I'm Maggie Peterson, formerly known as McGill. I'm not your average girl. Oh, on a good day I can pass for the average adolescent, but most of the time I'm quiet and reserved. That's because I watch everyone. Call it the predator instinct. I size up each person I come across. Usually that takes mere seconds, but on occasion I spot someone that I think will make an excellent meal, or maybe even something more primal. Tonight I'm stalking a man that fits my needs perfectly. And he'll never know what bit him. I followed him to the places he went, keeping an eye to make sure he didn't slip away. He didn't know I was following him, and I wanted it to remain that way. I knew his habits, and I had picked out a perfect spot for the attack. In feral form I can pass for a mangy dog. If you get too close, you'll see I'm not and wish you'd never laid eyes on me. In full transformation, I looked like hell incarnate. Red eyes, sharp teeth and claws, black and gray fur. There was only one person I had met that seemed to care for me regardless of how I looked. He was a good man through and through. He was willing to go to great lengths to make me happy, but sometimes you just had to do what you had to do. Instinct overruled common sense sometimes. I followed my future victim as he made his way down half-lit streets, through parking lots and occasionally diverting through business buildings. I couldn't tell if he knew I was there or if he was just wisely taking a well lit path. In the end, it would n'tmatter. I would have my prize. He made his mistake when he finally diverged from his path of safety and cut through a little park. Parks were dark, and home to all sorts of lurkers. Any more, they were few and far between. They lived in fear of their lives anymore, and most found living an honest life let them live longer. As this fellow headed for a well worn path leading to the next street, I made my move. I bounded over the distance with silent stealth and tackled him to the ground. I immediately smelled the fear exuding from his pores. It made me all wet inside. Oh, I don't just mean there. The saliva was running out the sides of my jaws too. I clamped my jaws over his throat, but I didn't bite down. I had plans for this one. I don't give a damn about your preconceived notion regarding my age and my actions. If I was a little girl and that alone, I might bend to your moral ideas. But I was half wolf, and as such I danced to a different tune. If you want to judge me, try being me for a while and see how that goes. This guy wasn't the usual sort. If he was, I would have let him come to me. I always hated the part in trying to get them undressed. A male was quick enough about it when it was his idea, but when cornered and scared, they became quivering little pansies. I let loose his throat long enough to speak. "Get undressed!" My teeth clamped back down, inhibiting his speech. He was wise, this one. He undid his belt and unzipped his pants. I moved enough for him to get them off. His shirt I didn't really care about. What I needed was exposed and now I had the task of working his manhood into a usable shape. Limp just didn't work well for what I wanted. I might have considered giving him a good time before I was finished with him, but if I let go of his throat, he'd have his voice back. I didn't want screams, or even pleading small talk. I wanted what I wanted and that was that. I settled down on top of him, my body at an odd angle to my neck. I wasn't letting up for a moment. I made adjustments my anatomy, creating a crotch that was more akin to my human one than a wolf's. A wolf's was tighter and more compact, thus making sex with a less than willing partner more difficult. I was wet with excitement, and I vigorously rubbed myself the length of his cock. It didn't take too long for the thing to engorge. It rarely did. The male body was designed for it. It didn't matter if it was your first time, or if it was going to be your last time. A cock had a job and this was it. I let out a little gurgle of joy as I felt it rise to the occasion. You see, in wolf form my body was old enough to have gone through the change from cub to adult. It tended to carry over to my normal form as well, which made for some uncomfortable problems at home. I believe you have an idea what I'm talking about. My new father was still getting used to the idea of having a daughter who was more than met the eye. Sometimes I had to take matters into my own hands. Or paws. I rather wished I could let go of his neck. It would make this so much easier. I released my grip and stared him in the eyes. "Look. I'm going to get what I want. You're going to give it to me. After that, things are negotiable. If you make a fuss, I might have to get rough. So don't say a word, got it?" He nodded. That was good. I had not been able to get a good scratch in my privates for a little while now. Father was busy, and I had to force ways of making my own fun. He was a good man, but there were times when his busy schedule interfered with our life. And look where that left me. I found it easier to forgive when I could get what I wanted. I was now in that position. Literally. I worked myself over and onto this cock like a whirlpool engulfing a ship. He groaned a little, but whether from fear or from pleasure I wasn't sure. I didn't care. This was for me. I liked being on top. It made me feel dominant. I preferred feeling in control of my life, even though I knew that I was still very young. In a human world, my age made more of a difference to people than I think it should have. But then, I was nothing like the mewling little fat cheeked girls at the school. All they were good for, in my opinion, was growing up to make equally mewling, fat faced little babies. I had greater aspirations. There were many levels to being on top. Of course, it also allowed me a better chance at guiding a man's cock to just the right places. You have no idea how bad my itches got. If you've ever had a bug bite that swells and burns, then you begin to know what I had to endure. It wasn't always that bad. It was more cyclic, but when it struck, there was little to be done for it except get in there and scratch it. I let out an uncharacteristic "oooh" and ground down until I was flat against his pubic hair. I pressed my hips down, and when that wasn't enough, I gripped his sides with my knees and pushed even harder. I wanted it all in and I wanted it very badly. I squeezed my internal muscles, clamping down and then pulling up with my body. I was so strong that I pulled him up with me. He yelped a little but managed to keep his mouth shut. I'll give him this; he had willpower. I relaxed and allowed him to drop to the ground. I followed him back down, and this time, used a gentler stroke. I dug my claws into his chest, not so much to puncture the skin, but to show him who was boss. I think he already knew when he was outmatched, but I wanted to make a statement and to make sure he understood who was in control. After that, I simply lost myself in the pleasure of the act. He got into too, it seemed, and I didn't begrudge him one bit. He even got so brave as to put his hands on me, working to guide my body over his. I hardly needed help, but maybe it made him feel better. He might as well take what he could. You never know when I might change my mind. My senses were acute, and in the darkness my eyes could see and my ears could hear things that few humans could. There was no one in the area to disturb me, except for a doe, which made a quick exit, and a skunk, which made a similar exit stage left. It was late enough that the wise were snuggled in their beds, and the evil somewhere else besides the dark corners of the town. I had done some good in striking fear into most of the underground community. I don't think the police were looking too hard for their mystery vigilante. I made him last for an hour. He might have been too scared to release. Maybe he knew that a lot was riding on his performance. All I knew was that he was good; great even if I was feeling generous. When I finally had my buttons pushed enough times, I went into an ecstatic series of lunges, to and fro, up and down, back and forth; so much so that it was a wonder I didn't break him. I could feel him cumming to, and that made it all the better! I collapsed in a heap on top of him, panting as my tongue dangled out of my mouth. Salvia dripped onto his chest. I gave his skin an experimental lick. It tasted of salt and pheromones. Humans could never detect that, but my senses were superhuman. I was so happy I actually settled down, not even fearful of any retribution. What could he possibly do to me? "Well, what did you think?" I asked my victim. "God Damn it Maggie! We have a whole house we can do this in. Why must we do this outside? Have you any idea how much trouble there will be if we get caught? It scares the hell out of me that someone might discover us." Father did so get worked up over the little things. "So tell them you were getting raped by a dog." "You're still trying to drive me to insanity, aren't you?" I sighed. "You whine more than I do! Did you enjoy it or not?" That stumped him. "Actually, it was pretty intense." He remained quiet for a moment.
"When can we do it again?"