Luc moaned at her touch. Trying to stay human was difficult, but not impossible. Same with partially shifting. Meg moved her hand up and down his cock and then adjusted herself to take him in her mouth. Luc moaned again. Gods she had a lovely set of lips. Her tongue lapped up to the head and then seemed to tap the head before sliding down once more.
“Meg, much more of this and I’ll explode,” he said, his voice growing gruff.
Meg kept right on doing what she was. Her lips and tongue teased and caressed him. Then she felt his fingers move up the back of her thigh and then inbetween her legs. She was cold, but her pussy was hot and soaking wet. Luc’s fingers slid in and began stroking her g-spot and then her clit. She moaned and wiggled her hips against his hand, driving her fingers deeper.
Luc couldn’t take any more. He grabbed her by the waist and turned her to face him. Holding her over his hips, he placed his cock at her opening and pushed. Luc slid id beautifully.
Meg couldn’t believe how full of cock she felt. Oh god it felt good, and she bounced and rocked back and forth, slamming his cock deeper into her pussy. His hands held tight to her waist and he began to really pound her.
“Oh! Ohohohoh!” she said as the rhythm increased. She grabbed his shoulders and held on while Luc pumped his cock faster and faster. Meg felt a heat build in her pelvis. She could feel the orgasm growing and nearly ready to tip her over.
Luc loved the friction. She was tight, but not so shallow that he couldn’t manage to stroke deep each time. He felt her cervix bump the head of his cock, and each time he did it, Meg shuddered in pleasure.
Luck to felt the heat of orgasm building in his balls. It seemed like it came up from his toes. One second, he was fine. The next one, he felt the heat surge up from his balls and Kate’s muscles clenched in orgasm at about the same moment.
“Arrrrrgh….” he growled as he shot deep into her.
“Aaahhhhhhhhh!” Meg moaned as orgasm washed over her too. They moved together for a few moments as the orgasms ebbed and little aftershocks of pleasure washed over the two of them.
Meg moved off and grabbed his teeshirt to clean up with. Looking over, she could see that he was partially shifted. Looking down, she saw that his nails were trimmed. She smiled.
Luc reached down and grabbed the top sleeping bag to cover them with. After wrapping it around them, he snuggled her close to his chest. “Shee, I dinn’t eat youh,” he hoarsely whispered in her ear.
“No, you didn’t. No snacking in the middle of the night either!” she said, gently rapping him on the end of his nose in a playful manner.
“No, no schnakking,” he said with sort of a giggle escaping his lips. “Hmmm,… maybe this will work,” he thought as they drifted off to sleep.
***
Meg was so warm. Partially awake, she didn’t remember her sleeping bag being this comfortable. Maybe it was Luc’s. She didn’t remember which bag they’d ended up under. She reached her hand out to touch the top of the bag. Her hand touched fur instead.”Fur?” she thought for a second. “Oh!…”Meg opened her eyes to find herself with a wolf fur comforter named Luc cuddled around her. He had totally shifted in the night and now took up nearly all of the tent. She was in a little pocket in the middle. Not that she really wanted to move, but she had to pee.
“Luc, gotta move,” she said softly. No response. “Luc!” she said a bit louder. The huge wolf just snuffled a bit and moved around a bit tighter.”Now what in the hell do I do?” she wondered. Grabbing an ear, she tugged and said his name again.
The wolf dreamed. He was warm and comfy in a shelter. As he woke, it came to him that the soft one he was curled around protecting was awake. She was saying something. He didn’t understand her, but she was acing like a puppy that needed out. He sniffed her as she yapped. She needed out. He understood. He needed out too.
The wolf startled Meg when he raised his head up and sniffed her. His head was bigger than hers. He was bigger all over than any wolf she’d seen on TV. After he sniffed her, he uncurled and belly crawled out of the tent. Meg shot out of the tent and headed for the bushes.
When she came back, the wolf was down by the trail, carefully marking his territory. She laughed. Then she turned to the camp stuff and tried to figure out what to make for breakfast. Meg wondered just how long the wolf would be here and when Luc would show back up. The sex last night had been really nice once she got over the idea that he went furry.
She started the small stove and was heating water when she realized that the wolf was gone. Looking around, she saw Luc stand up out of the tent pulling his jeans on. He hadn’t put his shirt on, so his muscles teased her with lewd thoughts.”Oh yumm” she thought.
“Moooorning,” Luc yawned. “Sleep well?”
“Yes. How was your morning stroll?” she asked and pointed to the areas he’d visited earlier.
“I guess it was okay. There isn’t always a lot of information exchanged when we shift. We aren’t the best at communicating at times,” he explained.
“So, if you were human and knew that Timmy was lost in the woods, you couldn’t shift and turn into a super K9 search and rescue wolf to find him?”
“Well, probably. Especially if someone I trusted was there to give me the scent. However, it is the stuff as a wolf to human that isn’t always so good.”
“So, you don’t remember going out of the tent this morning and peeing all over about fifty trees?” she asked.
“Not really. I remember great sex, beginning to shift and mumbling something and then the next thing I really remember is standing next to the tent naked,” Luc said.
“Geeze, it is like that for all shifters?” she asked.
“No, some remember everything, others even less than I do. It all depends on how integrated you are with your other side. Just like with people, there are all kinds of memories. If you’ve had a bad time at a key point, you might not remember things, or nothing but the bad bits. It is really random,” he said. Luc knew it sounded sort of lame, but it was the truth.
“Oh,” said Meg. She poured hot water into the cups for coffee and then put the sausages she’d found in the frying pan to cook. “So, is it just werewolves that are true, or are there other things that go bump in the night out there?”