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Subject: {ASSM} RP: Lupine Dreams--Chapter 4 (fant-rom-best-Mwerewolf/F)
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WARNING: This story contains adult material. If you aren't supposed to
read stuff like this, then don't.

Story Notes: This is a work of fiction. All characters are purely the
work of my over-active imagination. The places might be real, but all
details are FICTION!

Author's Note: I am reposting this because I fixed some faults with the
formating and some grammatical mistakes. I tried to edit it as best I
could. For those of you who have already read this chapter, there are
some word changes, but the story is unchanged. I have also reposted these
fixed chapters on the {ASSTR} website under the author listing:
Islador/Lupine Dreams

I would appreciate any input you might have about this story. Feel free
to do so at the following email address:

Islador at lycos dot com

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Lupine Dreams----Chapter 4



							
	He heard the scrunch of pine needles under her boots long before
she came into sight.  He could tell she was also carrying a heavy
load.  He trotted out of the cabin and raced down the trail
towards her.  She had her head down, just watching one foot fall
in font of the other, lost in her own mind.  When he was just a
few yards in front of her, she looked up to see this giant gray
shape leaping through the air, and it was aimed right at her
chest.  She squealed, dropped the pack and hit the ground. 
Expecting the massive hit that didn't come.  She looked up from
behind the backpack to see him imitating a sphinx, except this
one didn't have a pharaoh's head, just a shit-eating grin.  Just
like earlier in the morning, his tongue whipped out faster than
she could dodge and he got her right on the nose.  This time
leaving a little more slobber than the last time.

"EWWW!  Why do you feel the need to do that to me?  Never mind, I
know."

She smiled at him and before she could pick up the pack again, he
had it in his jaws and was carrying it like it didn't weigh
anything.  He started prancing back towards the cabin with her
just behind him, wiping off the slobber from the end of her nose
on her sleeve.  He really was a magnificent example of what a
wolf should look like.  Sleek, yet packed with muscles on top of
muscles, soft fur that shimmered in the sunlight, the long muzzle
with an even longer tongue.  She started blushing again, even
though he couldn't see her face.  Those long legs that seems to
make him float above the ground, not across it, then there was
the package.  Very large, shiny black skin and that tube right in
front of them.  Hiding that bright red shaft that seemed to grow
in size the every time she looked at it or thought about it.  Now
the blush was really creeping up her neckline.

	He could smell her fresh scent.  She had cleaned up before
changing clothes and returning to him.  He didn't mind, not
really, but the less adulterated her real scent was the happier
he was.  Just before reaching the door to the cabin, the breeze
shifted and the smell of exited female wafted right in front of
his nostrils.  They flared and he took in as much of that smell
as he could.  Then he slowly turned around and gave her that, I'm
hungry for you look.  She stopped dead in her tracks.  How had he
known she was thinking that?  

"You sure you can't read my mind?"

He stopped and stared at her for a moment.  Then he deliberately
pointed his muzzle at her crotch area and took in another deep
breath through his nose.  Then he looked up at her and grinned,
then snapped his jaw a couple of times and let his tongue loll
out of the side of his mouth.  Then he quickly straightened,
picked up the pack and continued into the cabin as if nothing had
happened.  Leaving her frustrated that she hadn't been able to
chastise him for his 'lewd' behavior before he got inside.  

Knowing that it was her that was having the trouble coming to
grips with the fact that the love of her life walked on all
fours.  Somehow, the thought that he was having trouble thinking
about doing anything with her just because she walked on two
legs, not four, was really funny.  Not ha-ha, funny, but strange,
funny.  He appeared to have no trouble thinking about that very
thing.  Then she got the mental image of what they might look
like together and then thought, oh, it really doesn't matter how
I walk around, I would have to get down on all fours anyway just
to get things 'lined up'.
  
	She heard him sniffing again and realized that she had gotten
quite excited running all that imagery through her mind while
standing in the doorway.  

"Stop it."  

She didn't even put any real heat behind her words.  Just a
simple request.  He stopped.  While she slowly came into the
cabin, he was already into the backpack and pulling things out of
it.  He could smell the food in there, but he hadn't reached it
yet.  When he did get to it, he just about spun around and tried
to hug her, but that lupine form prevented it.  Instead, he
jumped over to where she was sitting and nuzzled her neck.  This
just sent her into shivering fits as his warm breath caressed her
neck.  

"My name is Dominique."  

He stopped nuzzling her neck and stepped around to where they
were face to face.  

"My full name is Dominique Rhodehamel.  My friends call me
Nikki."  

He looked into her eyes and then leaned down to where her hand
was resting on top of the chair arm and using just the tip of his
tongue, kissed her hand.  She smiled at him warmly, but he could
tell there was something else bothering her.  

"You have a name, my handsome brute?"  

He stared at her for a few seconds then nodded his head.  She
smiled again.  Those smiles warmed him inside, made him feel
whole.  

"How are you going to be able to tell me your name, now that I
know that you do have one." 

 He looked at her and almost shrugged, but decided not to, he
could tell this was really important to her.  He began to look
around and suddenly had a flash of an idea.  He opened his mouth,
grabbing the tips of her fingers, pulling back.  She understood
what he wanted and got up out of the chair.  He led her to a
dusty corner of the room, where years of dust had accumulated. 
He stared at it for a minute, closed his eyes and concentrated.
  
	He had to get this right.  There wasn't enough dusty area in
this corner to start over if he screwed this up.  The next big
challenge was the fact that his original name was in Roman Latin,
not English.  So he had to remember what the Latin symbol was and
then convert it to the English equivalent.  He opened his eyes
and lowered his nose to the floor.  D-a-g-o-m-a-r-u-s. 
Dagomarus, yes, that was right.  He pronounced like it was
supposed to be in his head.  Now the last name, which wasn't
Roman Latin, but originated in Germania.  He closed his eyes
again and concentrated.  D-o-e-r-r.  Doerr.  Then he remembered
something else; he put two little dots above the O.  Yes, that
was it.  Again, he pronounced the name like it was supposed to be
in a thick guttural accent he could still hear in his head.  

He stepped back so she could see what he had put there in the
dust.  She slowly came forward and read it out loud.  He stopped
her a couple of times and tried to get her to change the
pronunciation until she was so close that it didn't matter. 
Unless you spoke both Roman Latin and the dialect of the ancient
German barbarians, there was no way you were going to get it
right.

  Her face broke out in a huge smile, lighting up the room for
him.  She thought about it for a second and then understood what
the meaning of this name meant.  There really was a person inside
that huge wolf's body.

	"Dagomarus!!  I am so glad to meet you!" 

Then she gave him that bone-crushing hug that she liked to give
out so much.  

"But how did, this, happen?" 

He stared at her, trying to decide.  This was going to be the
moment of truth, did he let her in or would he force it into her.
 If he let her in, there was no hiding, she would be able to see
and feel everything he had felt.  This was very dangerous, he had
done that once, and the girl had gone mad.  If he pushed it into
her, he could limit what she saw and felt, but he could damage
her in the process.  If he pushed too hard, forcing the sights
and emotions on her too fast, it would overload her system,
sending her into shock and possibly a coma.  He had done this to
several people in his past; some he had never wanted to harm,
others he had tried to kill without leaving a mark.
  
	He had already accidentally let her into his mind, just the
jumbled surface, but she had seen HIM, not the body but his pure
self.  She had glimpsed what he truly was and it had nearly
wrenched her from this world and sent her to the afterlife.  It
had been unintentional, but he hadn't dropped his shields.  That
meant that she had some minor ability at communicating on a level
most humans think is parlor magic.  With her sensitivity to
emotions and surface thoughts, pushing anything towards her could
do serious harm.  He had to be very careful if he was going to do
this.

She watched him go completely still, his eyes glazing over,
staring into the distance that was far beyond the walls of the
cabin.  She had seen that look before, in her grandfather when
she had asked him what it had been like during the war.  Just
like it had been that afternoon with her grandfather, she could
feel the coldness seep into her bones.  He had gone to a place in
his mind that very lonely and very disturbing. Her grandfather
had come back quickly and told her that no one should have to see
or hear about those awful events again.
  
Now, she was standing a few feet away from Dagomarus and that
cold, lonely feeling started to creep into her.  She felt dread
seeping into her thoughts, and concern for her.  She realized
that even though Dagomarus was somewhere else in his mind, he was
thinking of her.  She tried to concentrate on what she was
feeling coming from Dagomarus.  She started shivering, feeling a
chill so deep that she thought her insides would freeze solid.

Dagomarus felt a caress in his mind and immediately knew that she
was pushing at him, trying to get in without realizing what she
was really doing.  He pulled back from his ruminations and
clamped down hard on his thoughts, shutting out everything.  The
effect was immediate, her head snapped back as if she had been
slapped.  She looked at him in shock and just a touch of fear.  

"What was that?"  

Her shock from getting mentally shoved wore off quickly, but the
fear remained.  He looked away from her for a moment and then
slowly walked up to her and met her questioning gaze.
  
She couldn't move, her muscles locked.  She felt light headed and
her stomach felt like there were a thousand worms roiling in a
massive ball.  Her skin felt hot and itchy, but her blood cooled
quickly.  This contrasting and confusing set of feeling
frightened her.  Then she felt a caress in her mind, like a
gentle breeze.  She was falling into those deep pools blue, the
violet swirls caressing her as she sank deeper and deeper.  Her
vision narrowed to a pinpoint, going dark around the edges.  Then
there was a flash, an image.  It lasted only a millisecond, but
the after affect hung in front of her eyes, like the blue spots
that floated in your eyes after a camera flash.
She saw a soldier standing on a hilltop.  His dress was familiar;
she had seen soldiers dressed like this in paintings and frescos.
 He was a Roman soldier, the oiled leather breastplate gleaming
in the sunlight.  His head held up proudly as he surveyed his
surroundings.  Another flash; thousands of Roman soldiers lined
up in a valley, facing thousands of screaming barbarians.  Flash:
swords coated in blood swinging in the sunlight.  Her breathing
became labored; sweat breaking out on her forehead.  She could
feel the sun on her neck and the weight of the sword in her hand
as it hit flesh.

Flash: a barbarian running through the trees, screaming.  Her
heartbeat thundered in her chest, her breathing coming in ragged
gasps.  Flash: the hacked and bloody body of the barbarian lying
on the ground at her feet.  She could smell the bitter iron scent
of fresh blood in her nostrils; the swollen and dry taste of fear
in her mouth.  The silence of the forest surrounded her, heavy
and smothering.  Flash: two red spots floating in the shadows
underneath the dense treetops, a ground shaking growl shattering
the silence.  Flash: black fur and teeth flashing in her face,
searing pain crushing her chest, a ragged scream escaping her
parched throat.  Flash: the headless body of a giant black wolf
lying on the ground next to the hacked body of the barbarian. 
She felt the torn flesh on her arms, the blood running down her
chest as the wounds at her throat oozed.

She felt herself rising out of the blackness, her heartbeat
slowing and her breathing returning to normal.  She could still
feel the sweat on her body, turning clammy as her body
temperature cooled.  She could now see those deep blue pools of
his eyes, feel the warming sensation of the love and concern for
her filling her chest.  Suddenly feeling her muscles relax, she
swooned, trying to stay on her feet.  She reached out for
something to help hold her up and felt his soft fur in her hands.
 She grabbed onto him, leaning over his shoulders, her knees weak
and shaking.  She let out a long shuddering breath.  

"Wha "

Her voiced cracked, her mouth dry and thick.  She needed
something to wash that horrible taste out.  She slowly raised
herself off of Dagomarus, still holding onto him with one hand. 

She turned, still slightly dizzy, and on wobbly legs walked over
to a chair next to the table and flopped into it.  She reached
over to her backpack and pulled out her canteen.  Her hands
shaking, she slowly raised the canteen to her lips and filled her
mouth with the tepid water.  She swished it around for a few
seconds and then swallowed.  She leaned forward, lowering head
between her knees.  She felt sick as the water hit her roiling
stomach.  She fought the urge to throw up.  She took several deep
breaths, finally calming her insides down.  She sat up slowly and
took another small sip from the canteen.  Feeling herself
returning to normal after a few minutes, she finally tried her
voice again.

"What was that?  I was looking through your eyes weren't I?  You
were a Roman soldier, weren't you?  That giant black wolf
attacked you and you killed it.  It infected you with something
and turned you into this, didn't it?"

Her voice was barely above a whisper; hoarse from her ragged
breathing and the screams she never heard ripping out of her
throat.

Dagomarus nodded his head, not quite meeting her gaze.  He took a
deep breath and slowly let it out through his nose.  He was
relieved that his effort to keep the deeper emotions and the raw
pain of his experiences from overwhelming her had succeeded. 
Still, he could tell she was drained from the experience.  He
needed to give her time to fully comprehend the full
ramifications of what he had shown her.  In the past,
superstitions and the belief in mythical creatures wasn't that
much of a stretch for people to accept, but modern civilization
had weeded out that sense of the supernatural.  She was going to
have a hard time with what he had shown her.
She watched him nod his head and the thoughts racing through her
mind jumbled together, suddenly coming together like a car wreck
at an intersection.  Her body went still when it hit her, this
had been a man, a Roman soldier almost two thousands years ago
and now he was a giant wolf standing in front of her.  Before she
could think to calm herself, her body lurched forward and the
contents of her stomach shot out of her mouth onto the wooden
floor.  She fell forward out of the chair onto her hands and
knees and retched again.  Her back arched as her stomach
contracted and yellow bile flowed out of her mouth.  She coughed
and spit.  Her whole body shaking in effort, she dry heaved
several times.  Staring at the mess in front of her on the floor,
she finally stopped retching and calmed down.  Still shivering
from the effort her body had just gone through, she sat back and
reached for the canteen to wash the bitter aftertaste out.

She drank some water after rinsing out her mouth and resisted the
urge to heave it up.  Finally her stomach settled down and she
was able to push herself up into the chair.  She wiped her mouth
on her sleeve and looked at him.  He hadn't moved, just watching
and waiting for her.  He hated to see her in this much distress,
but she had to get through it before he could finish his story. 
She finally got herself under control and stared back at him,
just shy of making true eye contact.  She wasn't sure if that
connection would reassert itself if she did.  She looked away
finally and stared out the window, gathering those fleeting
thoughts and trying to make sense of them.
  
"You really are almost two thousand years old, aren't you? 
You've seen it all; you've lived through what the rest of us read
in history books.  On top of that crazy idea, you're a werewolf?
What kind of crazy shit is that?  How is that possible? 
Immortality?  Shape changing?  Shit!"

  She sat there staring out the window; she never looked at him
while speaking.  He didn't make a move to answer her, he knew she
understood it all, he had to wait for her to truly grasp it and
accept it for what it was, the truth.  Finally it had sunk in
enough for her to be calm about it, more in shock really, but she
accepted it.  She turned at looked at him, finally meeting that
level gaze.

"No wonder I could feel all that pain in you, you've lived a
hundred, no, two hundred life times, watching everything you've
ever cared about live and die, but you remain.  Oh my god!  How
do you do it?  Why haven't you gone off the deep end?"

  He looked right into her eyes; I have, love.  Several times, I
have, but I always come back.  That is my curse and my gift; I
always come back.  A single tear fell from his eye as he looked
into that beautiful face.  Now I have you.
  
She watched the tear fall down his cheek, sensing what he was
trying to convey to her in those silent thoughts.  Her own tears
beginning to fall, she understood.  She knew that her own life
would wax and wane, he would go on, yet he was still willing to
love her anyway, knowing the pain he would suffer when she
finally passed away.  Her tears filled her eyes, blocking her
sight.  She cried for several minutes, knowing that she would
love him until she died, her soul mate, her friend, forever.  She
wiped the tears from her face and looked at him, seeing the same
thoughts behind those deep blue orbs.
  
"Why me?  What made you choose me?  I'm not even your species, at
least not anymore I'm not."  

She was getting angry.  Why did I have to fall in love with an
immortal werewolf?  It's just not FAIR!!  Then she laughed, fair?
 When has life ever been fair?  Shit.  The Fates have really
screwed me this time.  Oh, a couple of boneheaded boyfriends, her
parents getting killed in a car wreck, a so-so job in a small
town, these things were enough to teach her about life and
unfairness, but what ever did she do to deserve this?  Her
thoughts and questions finally played out, she brought herself
back into the present and really looked at him.

He watched her eyes glaze over while she asked her questions,
when she finally came back; he stepped over to her and lowering
his muzzle to her face, licked her on the end of her nose.  He
kept his head right in front of her face, looking into her eyes.
Yes, love.  I will care for you until you are old and gone. 
Forever.  The Fates are fickle and cruel with me as well.  I am
not immune to their cruelty; in fact, I suffer more than you will
ever know.  He crooned at her,

 "Aaaarrrrrroooooooooooahhhhrrraaahhhh! " 

Professing his love to her.  She smiled.  That beautiful smile;
it warmed his heart.  The happiness lasted for a few minutes.  He
grew serious again, knowing that he needed her to see the rest. 
He sent out a gentle caress into her mind, sensing that she was
once again calm.

She felt it, that feeling he was looking into her soul, her mind,
right INTO her very being.  She knew that there was more, and
looking back into those deep blue pools, she nodded, and thought,
'Show me.'

The edges of her vision clouded over again, and she felt herself
falling into that deep blue water, those icy cold depths.  This
time it was different, the deep blue wasn't quite so cold this
time.  All she could see was the color blue.  Then that bright
flash; she saw the full moon shining in the sky.  The dreadful
feeling that her skin was on fire and that the flesh and muscle
was going to melt off her bones.  Then horrendous cracking and
popping noises surrounding her, realizing that those sounds were
her own bones making those sickening noises, then nothingness. 
Flash: Waking up on the forest floor naked, covered in blood and
feeling like you had just finished eating at a feast.  Flash:  A
Centurion asking him about the report of a missing villager that
was found mauled to death.  Flash: Throwing up in the bushes with
a horrible realization that feeling of being full that morning
was part of the mauled villager filling your stomach.  Flash: 
Vague dreams of seeing a wolf walking upright on its hind legs
reflected in the still waters of a pond.  Flash: Horrible guilt
over more missing and mauled villagers.  Escaping the Legions and
running into the forest; forsaking civilization.  Flash: Running
on all fours, leading a pack of wolves chasing down a buck.

She felt herself coming back to the surface of the cold blue
pool.  Her vision cleared, and her breathing returning to normal.
 Finally, she was sitting in the chair again, looking into the
face of her friend.  Her skin still itched and her bones ached
with residual feelings from the visions.  Luckily, she didn't
feel the urge to throw up again.  She'd had enough of that for
one day.  She felt that there was still a trace of him inside of
her, calming her, soothing her emotions.  She was grateful for
this, realizing that he was preventing her from going into shock
over what he had shown her.  She briefly thought, why didn't you
do this the last time?

  I had forgotten how, love.  But I remembered this time.

She jumped, hearing that deep masculine voice in her head.  It
frightened her, never hearing a male voice inside herself before.
 Then the trace was gone, she was all alone inside of herself
once again.  She shivered with the realization that he could
speak to her inside of her head.  The shock of the visions, the
feelings, and the voice sent her into a catatonic state.  Her
eyes were open, but nothing was there.

He regretted his decision to answer her in his own voice like
that.  He should have known it would do this to her.  She was
still staring at nothing, gone.  He sighed deeply, saddened by
her reaction.  Gently placing his mouth over the arm of the
chair, he dragged her across the room until they were next to the
cot.  Grabbing her belt and coat in his teeth, he picked up her
lifeless body out of the chair and laid her on the cot.  He
gently arranged her legs and arms and then he grabbed the edge of
the blanket and pulled it over her.  She never made a sound or
moved a muscle to indicate that she was aware of any of this.  He
moved to look down at her face, still expressionless and her eyes
open, sightless.  He put his nose on her eyelid and gently
lowered it, seeing that it stayed closed, he did the same to the
other.  Leaving her asleep on the cot, he padded out the door and
into the woods.  He needed some time to think.

Running, twisting around trees, leaping over the forest floor;
everything a blur.  He pushed himself hard, trying to rid himself
of the guilt and anguish of what he had done.  He knew he had
been impatient to get her to understand what he was and just
accept it.  She was so frightened of him, but he also felt her
attraction to him.  He could sense that because of the species
difference, him with four legs and fangs, her being human, the
conflict inside her was immense.  The cultural and religious
teaching ingrained in her prevented her from wanting to get any
closer to him.  Two thousand years with this curse, and he had
long since released any moral misgivings over this.  She had one
day and it ate at her moral center to think of him like that.  He
had wanted her to see him as the man he used to be, not the
monster he was now.  Asinus Stultissimus!   Why did I have to
push?  After two thousands years, I thought I had patience.  Not
when it comes to her, she's different.
  
He had to figure out how to help her without doing any more
damage to her mind.  Her emotional state was extremely fragile
right now.  This is a woman who had, up until today, known for a
fact that monsters don't exist.  Now everything she thought she
believed in is wrong.  Well, not completely, but who knows, maybe
that Jew was right, all can be forgiven if you believe.  It
hadn't worked in his case, but maybe he was different.  He had
seen others like him before, but they avoided each other. 
Neither one wanting to get any closer to the other than they
absolutely had to.  He wasn't entirely sure how his curse was
passed to him.  Luckily, none of his victims ever rose up to
become like him, and as far as he could tell, he had never passed
this curse onto any living person either. 
 
He had to think of her, how to fix what he had done.  He tried
remembering what he had learned from those weird monks in those
ragged peaks in the East.  They had accepted him at face value,
neither judging him nor fearing him.  They knew what he was and
that was that.  He had traveled to them seeking advice and they
had given it freely, without any expectation of payment, nor
wanting any either.  He had lived with them for over a hundred
years, and they never once revealed his secret to anyone.  He
missed them.  The only reason he had left was because they didn't
particularly care for his interest in female company.  There
wasn't any up there in those mountains and he had to leave to
find it.

He started to glimpse memories of those lessons.  Yes, I remember
now.  I have to get back to her before the damage I have done
becomes permanent.  He turned his course and increased his speed
back towards the cabin.  He flashed past a doe eating some grass
next to the creek.  She didn't even have time to register that a
threat was even close before he was gone.  He sped up to the
porch of the cabin and stopped.  His breathing rapid and his
heart rate was several hundred beats per minute.  Using the
teachings of the monks, he gathered into himself and calmed his
speeding heart and his breathing slowed.  He further calmed his
mind, driving out the demons of his past and the impatience of
the present.  Within a few moments, you couldn't tell that he had
just sped through the forest at twice the speed of the fastest
racehorse and had traveled several miles at that speed.  He
looked and felt like he had just risen from a nap.

He slowly entered the cabin, pushing ahead with his senses; he
felt her presence.  It was a strange to feel her like this.  The
radiance and joy that normally preceded her was gone, in its
place was an empty shell, nothing.  He stepped over to the cot
and looked at her face.  Using the lessons he had learned from
the monks, he went about fixing his mistakes.

She was inside her mind, unfeeling, just lying there.  Then she
felt a presence, warm, caring, and full of love.  It almost felt
like her father at first, but she knew that couldn't be, he was
gone.  Was she dead?  Was this what heaven felt like?  No, she
wasn't dead; she could hear her heartbeat.  The presence got
stronger, and it was definitely male.  Somehow, she could feel
that it was male.  Comforting and soothing her; wanting to
protect her from the dangers of the outside world.  She thought
she heard a whispered voice; gentle and deep in tone.  She
vaguely recognized it but wasn't sure it was real.  There it was
again.  That deep baritone, gently calling her name. 

Dominique, my love, wake up.  I am here for you.  I will always
be here for you.  There is nothing to be frightened of out here.
My love will always be there for you.  Wake up, and join me. 
Come on, love, you must wake up now.  Come to me, love, follow my
voice.
  
She opened her eyes to see Dagomarus standing above her.  He had
a serene expression on his face as she looked back at him.  He
grinned, showing all those razor sharp teeth, but they didn't
frighten her, they comforted her instead.  She knew in her heart
that he would never harm her; he would love her.

"What happened?  Did I pass out?"  

He nodded. 

"How did I get onto this cot?  Did you put me here?"  

He nodded again.  She carefully sat up and stretched.  

"Wow!  I feel like I slept twelve hours.  How long was I out?"  

He furrowed his eyebrows and shrugged his shoulders.  She giggled
when he did this.  Seeing an oversized wolf shrug was an amusing
experience.  

"I dreamed that you were hugging me.  Strange, huh?  You don't
have arms."  

He stepped up to the edge of the cot, put his head over her
shoulder and dropped his chin, pulling her against his chest.  He
squeezed her gently then released her, backing up.  He grinned at
her.
  
She laughed and smiled at him.  

"Yeah, I guess you can hug me.  That was nice, I liked that."  

She felt warm and serene sitting on the cot.  She started to
remember why she had passed out, but the fear and the pain
weren't there anymore, just the images.  She calmly reviewed
everything he had shown her.  Coming to the last of them, she
concentrated on the reflection in the pool.  The upright walking
werewolf; with the hands of a man, but the legs of a wolf.  She
frowned, and looked at him.  Waving her hand over his body.
  
"So, if you were half man, half wolf, then how'd this come
about?"  

He gently nudged her with his thoughts, slipping them in without
pushing in the wrong places.  She couldn't really hear his voice
in her head this time; he just used body language and facial
expressions with some minor vocalizations to get his meaning
across.  She had no idea that he was slipping his answers to her
questions into her consciousness.

'Time; and guilt.  He could never really surrender himself to the
pure bloodlust of the wolf creature.  When he finally did change
into a full wolf, he ran and ran, deep into the dark forests of
early Europe.  He took up with a pack and then he would roam free
and live like a wolf.  Only hunting animals and then only to eat,
not just to kill.'

  "So, now you have the body of a wolf, but the mind of a man?"


He shrugged.  Then nodded.
  
'Most of the time, but not always; sometimes he would forget who
he had been and just live like a wolf.  The curse always kept him
alive, no matter how bad his wounds were; eventually he would
heal.  When he'd wake up after one of these massive healing
slumbers, he'd remember who he was, and start the cycle over
again.'

He stopped pushing his thoughts into her mind.  It was too risky
to continue.  He was out of practice and he didn't want a repeat
of his earlier mistake.  He would stick to the facial expressions
and body language from now on.  Perhaps later, when she was more
comfortable with his true nature, and his abilities, he would try
again.  He nosed her arm and motioned for her to get up.  She
stood up and stretched some more.  Then she wrinkled her nose,
the smell of her earlier accident permeated the cabin.  She
walked over to the table and picked up the canteen, taking a few
swallows, she felt refreshed.  Using the last of the water in the
canteen, she washed the vomit off the floor.  Turning to see
Dagomarus at her side, she laughed; he had found an old towel
somewhere and he had it between his teeth, waiting for her to
take it.

"Well, aren't you just the cutest helper I ever had?"  

She blushed when he grinned and winked at her.  She finished
cleaning up the mess and carried the towel outside and tossed it
over the side of the porch railing, away from any window.  Coming
back inside she noticed Dagomarus sniffing at the backpack.  He
motioned that he was still hungry and that he wanted to eat the
special treat she had brought him.  She smiled and nodded, 

"Yes, let's eat, and then we can talk about what we are going to
do afterwards."  

He gave her a sidelong glance after that last comment, noting the
double meaning.  She sat at the table and pulled out the package
of raw beef.  Taking out her Swiss Army knife, she started
cutting the steak into cubes and feeding them one at a time to
her love.  He licked her fingers clean after each piece was put
into his mouth.  He new how erotic the feel of his extremely
flexible tongue could be.  He slid the tip of his tongue up her
fingers and caressed the web of skin between them.  After several
times of doing this he could tell his touch was exciting her.  A
slight flush to her cheeks, her body temperature was rising, and
a fine sheen of perspiration formed on her forehead.  She had
warmed up enough to take her coat off.  As she did so, he finally
got a look at her chest, not huge, but not small either just
right.  He also noted that even with a bra on, he could see her
nipples poking through the material.

	When the four pounds of premium steak was gone, she took out her
own dinner and proceeded to prepare it.  She had a little Sterno
camp stove and a skillet.  She cooked her steak over the stove. 


"I'm sorry, but I have to cook mine, love.  I just can't bring
myself to eat it raw like you do."

  He nodded his head and went over to the doorway while she
cooked hers.  It wasn't that he didn't like cooked meat; he could
remember that when he had been human that it tasted very good
that way.  But now, he preferred it raw, bloody and juicy.  When
she had finished cooking the steak and had placed it on a plate,
he walked back over to the table.  He watched her cut into the
steak, and before she could stab the piece she had cut with her
fork, he pushed his nose over her plate. 

"Hey!  You already had yours!  This is mine." 
 
	He gave her a 'Be patient!' look and then lowered his muzzle to
the plate.  Pulling his lips back as far as he could, he
carefully picked up the piece of steak between his front fangs. 
Tilting his head to the side, he offered her the piece of meat. 
She had watched the whole process with a bemused expression, and
then she slowly put her face to his and extended her tongue out
and hooked the piece of meat with it.  He could feel her tongue
touch his fangs as she did this.  He released the morsel; she sat
up and smiled at him as she chewed.  In his own way, he fed her
like she had done for him.  He could feel her becoming more
comfortable with his body as he did this.  When the last piece
was gone, she sat back with that bemused grin on her face.  

"That was the weirdest, sexiest dinner I have ever had."
  
	She got up and after wiping off her plate and skillet; she put
them away.  She needed something to do while she thought about
what might come next.  She had no idea of what to do now.  This
was so far removed from anything she had ever thought about a
romantic evening with a lover should be.  Him feeding her the
bites of steak with his fangs was oddly erotic.  She could still
feel her tongue touching his fangs as she had taken the offered
pieces.  She shivered as she thought about how odd that had felt,
touching those two inch hooks of ivory with her tongue.  Tasting
his saliva mixed with the flavor of the steak.  How odd?  She
wasn't sickened or even disturbed to do that.  What did this
mean?  Was she really that comfortable with him now, that doing
something like that was okay?  She became aware that during her
little daydreaming episode, he hadn't been idle.
  
	She watched him as he used his paws to pull out the remnants
from a previous fire in the fireplace.  Once he had removed that,
he walked outside and then came back in with a log in his mouth.
He placed it in the pit and walked back out to get the next. 
When there were several logs in the fireplace, he looked over at
her and raised a single eyebrow, as if to ask 'Is this okay?' 
She smiled and nodded, 

"Yes, that's perfect."  

She reached into her pack and removed a magnesium stick and
proceeded to light the fire.  While she was doing that, he nosed
into the pack and removed a blanket and put it in front of the
fireplace.  It took some maneuvering, but he laid it out and
tugged at the corners to get rid of the wrinkles.  She marveled
at how adept he was at using the body he was in to manipulate the
items from her world.

	He lifted one paw and looked at her, indicating that she sit on
the blanket.  She sat down with her legs folded under her.  He
stepped over to her and nosed her legs, pushing at her.  She
adjusted her position with her legs stretched out lengthwise and
leaned back on her hands, looking up at him.  

"Is this how you want me?" 

Again, he gave her a sidelong glance at the double meaning, but
didn't respond.  He walked over to her feet, and lowered his
muzzle to her bootlaces.  He slowly untied her boots and hooking
one paw behind her heel, he tugged at the toe with his teeth. 
She watched him do this, and wanting to see how he would
accomplish this task of removing her boots.  Once her boots were
off, he tugged at the toe of her sock.  He couldn't get them off
like the boots.  He didn't want to gouge her with his claws
trying to roll down the elastic tops.  

When she had pulled her socks off and sat back again, she looked
up at him with not just a little trepidation.  He was undressing
her, and she wasn't sure how far she was willing to go right now.
 The wolf body was still very foreign to her idea of a lover.  He
could see the look and knew what she was thinking, but he hadn't
planned on going any further than this right now anyway.
  
	He lowered his body to the floor, facing her straight on,
looking up her long legs to her face.  He grinned at her, and
then lowered his muzzle to her feet.  He sniffed them, reveling
in the smell of her sweat.  Even though he hadn't touched her
yet, she wiggled her long toes and giggled.  He made eye contact
and raised an eyebrow. 

"Careful, I'm very ticklish."  

Instead of being his normal, ornery-smart-assed self, he nodded
and then slowly extended his tongue to her heel.  Using enough
pressure to act as a massage, instead of a light tickle, he
proceeded to run his tongue up the length of her foot.
  
	He was in heaven now!  The feel of her soft skin on his
sensitive tongue, he could detect every crease, every wrinkle,
and that most sublime taste HER!  He swirled his tongue in her
arch, over the callus at the joint of her big toe, then he pushed
the tip of his tongue between her toes and flicked the end of her
second toe, which was longer than her big toe.
  
	Her reaction was what he had hoped for.  She had tensed up when
his tongue had touched her heel, but by the time his tongue had
made it to her arch, she was relaxed, and moaning.  By the time
his tongue slipped between her toes, she was quivering with
excitement and from the looks of it, had had a minor orgasmic
reaction.  She rolled her head back and the breath she had been
holding exploded from her. 

"OHHH SHIT!!  That was intense!!"  

He could smell her excitement now.  That very distinctive scent,
musky but sweet, very excited female!!

	She couldn't hold herself up any longer; her arms were shaking
too much.  She laid back and bunched up the edge of the blanket
to cushion her head.  

"You don't have to stop!"  

He had stopped, watching for her reaction after that first pass.
With her okay, he did the same to the other foot.  She was having
a hard time holding her legs still.  The intense sensations
shooting up her legs, through her center and up to her head were
almost too much for her.  He hooked a paw over both of her legs
to hold them down and then he really began to lick her feet in
earnest.  Slipping his tongue between her toes, back and forth,
pushing on the muscle of her arches, flicking the tips of her
toes. 

 It didn't take long, she was breathing hard, sucking in when he
would run the entire length of his tongue between her toes,
moaning when he pushed on her arches.  With him holding her feet
down, she twisted her hips and arched her back, pushing her
stomach into the air.  She held one breath in for several seconds
then it hit her hard her whole body began to shake, contractions
pulling her shoulders off the floor, whipping her head forward
then their eyes met for the briefest moment and then her eyes
rolled back into her head and she flopped back to the floor.  She
was twitching from the aftershocks, whimpering from the sensory
overload.
  
"HOLY SHIT!!  That was intense!!  I've never had an orgasm from
someone licking my feet.  Actually, no one has ever offered to
lick my feet.  You're the first.  I have to say, I REALLY enjoyed
that." 

She looked up at him and then she started laughing.  The
expression he had on that face!!  A mixture of shit-eating grin,
pride, and love; all on the face of a wolf.  She pulled herself
up and sat forward, bowing her legs, and keeping her feet
together.  She reached forward and grabbed his head, pulling him
forward, she put her forehead against his and looked straight
into his eyes;  

"I LOVE YOU!  My fuzzy face, I love you." 

She sat back, releasing his head.  He met her gaze, and then
flicked his tongue out, just barely catching her on the tip of
her nose.  She giggled and then leaned forward and hugged him,
squeezing him hard, until he grunted.  She let go and leaned
back, putting her arms behind her to prop her up.

He let his gaze follow the curves of her body, when he got to her
crotch, he chuffed and then looked up at her face, then looked
back down to her crotch.  She looked down to see what had amused
him so much and then she cursed.  The light blue of her denim had
turned very dark right in the center; she had soaked through her
panties, leaving a large damp splotch in her jeans.  Before she
could stop him, he stuck his nose right in her crotch and
sniffed.  He kept his nose there, and then looked up to meet her
gaze.  She looked down at him and grinned, blushing a very deep
red.  When she didn't push his head out of her lap, he went one
step further.  He pushed his tongue out and licked at the damp
denim.

OH, HEAVEN!!!  She tasted so good!  The musky scent filled his
nostrils, burning a path straight into his brain.  His whole body
quivered with excitement.  Then he heard her giggle.  He pulled
back and looked at her, raising an eyebrow in question.  She was
grinning and even when he thought it wasn't possible, her blush
had gotten even deeper.  She dipped her head and looked passed
him and down at something behind him.  He turned to see what she
was looking at, and saw that she wasn't the only one to have put
out some moisture.  His cock had slipped out a couple of inches
and he had left a small puddle of pre-cum on the wood floor.  The
tip was still dripping, making the puddle larger as they both
watched.  He turned back to her and as best he could, shrugged
his shoulders, as if to say, 'Well, what do expect?'  She giggled
again, 

"I did that to you, didn't I?  I excite you that much?"  

The tone of her question puzzled him.  He cocked his head and
flipped his ears forward, letting her know he was confused by her
question.

"You really find me that attractive?  I mean, in that way?"  

Her blush was still full force red, all the way to her scalp as
she said this.  He straightened up his head and looked at her
with an incredulous expression.  He pushed his muzzle into her
face, and extending his tongue, ran it along her jaw, up to her
earlobe and down her neck.  Before he had reached her earlobe,
she sucked in a breath and held it.  When his tongue trailed down
her neck, she let it out in spurts as her body shook from the
sensations.  He sat back and looked at her, nodding vigorously. 
The smile that lit up her face caused his chest to constrict and
he got light headed. 
 
He lowered his muzzle back down into her crotch and sniffed
again, licking the denim to refresh the taste of her on his
tongue.  She jumped at his touch and he rolled his eyes to look
up at her.  She looked down at him with a bemused grin, 

"You want to lick me there too, don't you?"  

He pushed his eyebrows together, wrinkling his forehead and
rolled his eyes.  He kept his muzzle in her crotch and continued
to look at her.  She broke eye contact and looked up to the
ceiling.  After a few moments, she sucked in a breath through her
nose and then released it through her mouth, hissing between her
teeth.  She looked back down at him, 

"Yes, I'll let you do that."

She laid back down on the blanket and unbuttoned her jeans,
unzipped them and began to push them down past her hips.  He sat
back and grabbed the cuff of one leg in his teeth and pulled. 
This made her giggle.  

"Impatient, are we?"  

With the cuff of her pant leg still between his teeth, he nodded
rapidly, causing the jeans to flop around.  She really laughed
this time, the sound filling the cabin.  He soaked it all in, the
scent of her core, the sound of her laughter; he was so happy
right now it almost hurt.  When her jeans and panties were off,
she put her feet flat on the floor, her knees bent slightly.

He sat there soaking in the sight, her slender feet, her ankles,
the muscles of her calves flexing as she adjusted herself,
getting comfortable.  His gaze slowly drifted up to her knees,
and then her thighs, the soft white skin, it looked so smooth. 
She was watching him, marveling at how he seemed to memorize
every detail of her.  It made her feel so warm inside, to know
that the sight of her body captivated his attention so much. 
When his gaze fell upon her pussy, he was taken aback.  He cocked
his head and met her gaze.  She suddenly got self-conscious and
sat up.
  
"What?  Is there something wrong with me?"
  
He was staring at her bush, or more precisely, the lack thereof!
There was no hair on her mons, just a thin strip of dark curly
hair that started just above the hood of her clit and went up
three inches and stopped.

He was totally confused.  He had never seen any woman that had
just a thin strip of hair down there.  It was either all over and
thick, or if they were very young, just not there yet, or some
fuzz.  His head was cocked at an angle and his ears were fully
forward, his forehead wrinkled as he was trying to figure out why
it looked the way it did.  She saw that his expression was one of
confusion, not disgust.  She relaxed a little.  

"WHAT?" 

 He looked at her and then lowered his muzzle to her crotch and
with the tip of his tongue licked both sides of her mons, then
pulled back and looked at her with that confused expression.  She
had jumped when his tongue had touched her skin, but with both of
them a little distracted, it hadn't been all that erotic. 
Looking down at her shaved pussy, it suddenly dawned on her what
had confused him.  He'd never seen one shaved before!  She
started laughing.  She fell back onto the floor and couldn't stop
laughing.  She was hugging herself because her ribs hurt, tears
streaming down her cheeks.  When she had laughed herself out and
had regained her composure a little more, she finally looked up
at him.  He was sitting there waiting for her stop, but his
expression was one of polite irritation, not confusion anymore. 
 
"I'm sorry, Love.  I really didn't mean to hurt you're feelings,
but the look on your face!  I shaved it." 

 When she said that, the light of comprehension raced across his
face.  He shook his head and shrugged his shoulders, as if to
say, 'to each their own.'   Now that they had settled down a
little, he looked her over again.  She still had her top on, and
he wanted to see all of her.  He scooted forward a little and
reached out to grip the edge of her top with his teeth.  He
pulled up on it and then let it go.  He looked up at her and
raised his eyebrows.  She knew what he wanted, and she thought
about it for a couple seconds then made up her mind.  She reached
down and pulled the top up over her head, tossing it over by her
discarded jeans and panties.  She reached behind her back to
unhook her bra.

He was watching her every move.  Marveling at the play of muscles
and tendons underneath her smooth white skin.  There were a few
freckles on her chest just above her breasts.  Her stomach was
flat, with just a hint of the strong stomach muscles underneath.
Her belly button was an iney, a small, slightly oblong cup in her
perfectly formed belly.  As she released the hook on her bra and
the cups fell forward, she slid the straps down her arms and
tossed the bra over with the rest of her clothing.  She cupped
them in her hands and squeezed them slightly and rubbed the marks
from the under-wire, and then lowered her hands and leaned back,
resting on them.  She looked at his face, but he wasn't looking
at her face, he was mesmerized with her breasts.  She thought
this was funny and giggled, making them jiggle.

He had stopped breathing when her bra fell loose.  He was soaking
in the image of perfection!  They were firm and slightly
upturned, with large dark ruddy circles around very stiff
nipples.  He watched her cup them and massage the marks of the
bra, and when she had leaned back and giggled, he watched every
nuance of movement; burning the image into his mind.  He finally
let out the breath he had been holding and looked into her face.
His expression said it all, absolute awe.  The blush started at
the tops of her breasts and went all the way to her scalp. 
Nobody had ever looked at her like that.  Sure, a couple of her
boyfriends had liked looking at them, but none of them had looked
at her in awe.

He shuddered and then leaned forward, putting his muzzle within
an inch of her right breast.  The tip of his tongue poked out
when he stopped and looked up into her eyes, raising an eyebrow.
She looked down at him and nodded, 

"Yes, you may lick my breasts."  

She giggled again when she said it.  She had never had a lover
take the time to ask her for permission before doing anything. 
She rather liked this; it made her feel in control, secure.

He knew what would drive her wild.  He snorted at his inner joke,
blowing hot breath onto her nipple.  She shivered at the
sensation.  His body temperature being so much higher than hers,
it almost felt like a torch hitting her nipple.  This sent an
electrical shock straight to her pussy, causing it to spasm and
her inner moisture level shot up.  He watched this display of
excitement and thought to himself, oh this is going to be so much
fun!  He extended his tongue out as far as it would go and cupped
her breast with it, spreading it out like a spatula.  He lifted
it up a little, supporting the weight of her breast completely;
he curled his tongue and spreading his jaws open as wide as he
could, let the breast slip from the tip and as gravity took over,
he pushed his tongue into her nipple and let it slide down the
length.  Just as the tip of his tongue reached her nipple, he
flexed it, flicking the nipple.  Before she could jerk back from
the intense sensations, he slithered his tongue around the nipple
and squeezed it.
  
Her arms gave out at this point; she flopped back onto the floor
and shuddered for a few seconds.  She had covered the breast he
had just licked, looking up at him with surprise and lust in her
eyes.  

"OH MY GOD!!  Are you trying to give me a heart attack?"  

He snorted and grinned at her, nodding.  He lowered his head,
resting his chin on her stomach.  Her legs were spread out on
each side and he scooted up a little more so that his chest hair
was just barely touching her swollen lips.  She shivered a little
and looked at him. 

 "Just what are you planning, mister?"  

He met her gaze with a mischievous grin and slithered his tongue
out and licked the crease that was just under the swell of her
breast.  He licked one side then the other, putting just enough
pressure on them to not tickle, but to massage them.  She rolled
her eyes back and moaned.  

"Oh shit that feels good!  Do that again!"  

He slithered his tongue out once more, but this time he kept
constant contact of his tongue and her breast, hooking it up
along the side and just barely flicking her nipple when it was
fully extended.  He kept it there, just touching her nipple every
few seconds, feeling her twitch every time it did.  Her moans
were getting louder and her breathing was getting deeper.  He
could tell she was getting close.  He backed off a little, not
wanting her to go over quite so soon.  He flattened out his
tongue, hooked it so that the top of his tongue was against her
nipple and then started flexing it.  He did one nipple for a few
seconds, and then switched to the other. 

 He kept doing this back and forth, until her breathing became
ragged and her hands were waving in the air over his head.  He
shifted his position so that he could look down at her breasts;
still licking them, he chose the left nipple.  She had her hands
on top of his head now, playing with his ears.  He liked that. 
Pressing his tongue down on her left nipple, he swirled it around
a couple of times and then slowly grazed his teeth over her
entire breast until he reached her nipple, and then he lightly
pinched it.

She exploded, grabbing both his ears in her hands; she pulled
them towards her and bucked up and down.  This caused her nether
lips to rub into his fur and he could feel moisture spreading
from where she pressed against him.  The only noise coming out of
her mouth was a gurgle as she fought for breath.  Her legs
clamped against his shoulders, curling her toes as her heels dug
into the blanket.  She locked like that for a second and then her
breath shuddered out of her and her legs shot out straight,
causing her clit to rub down his chest as her butt went to the
floor.  This set her off again, the scream that came out of her
mouth scared him for a second.  She continued to shudder and wave
her arms around, her legs locked around him.

Finally, she calmed down and relaxed her grip on his shoulders. 
She raised her head to look at him, smiling, still a little
wobbly. 

 "You can do that to me anytime you want!!  That was incredible!!
 You are the first to ever make me cum just by licking my
breasts."  

He grinned at her, rolling his tongue suggestively.  She watched
this display and shuddered as she remembered exactly how that
tongue had felt on her skin when he did that.  She rubbed her
pussy against his chest and smiled.  

"You know, that feels sort of strange, but I kind of like it."  

She looked down at where their bodies met and she giggled,
blushing. 

 "I slimed your chest.  I'm sorry." 

 He couldn't see it but he could feel it, and didn't mind at all.
 He leaned forward and flicked his tongue out, just touching the
tip of her nose.  He pulled back and grinned at her again.

He scooted his body back, and she gave him a little moue of
disappointment when their bodies separated.  He stood up and she
looked at him, raising her eyebrow in question this time.  He
turned, looked at the table and then back at her.  She understood
what he wanted and jumped up to go over to table.  He took this
opportunity to see her ass in its full glory, noticing the little
dimples on each cheek just above the creases on her thighs.  It
made his mouth water.  

When she didn't hear the characteristic clicking of his claws on
the floor, she turned to see why he hadn't followed.  When she
saw him drooling looking at her butt, she burst out laughing. 
Finally seeing in real life what all the guys just joke about. 
Her laughter snapped him out of his fugue state and he looked up
at her, raising an eyebrow.  He then noticed the drool and gave
her a contrite grin, as if to say, 'so I drooled so what.'
  
She finished cleaning the pack and other items off the table,
placing them on the floor.  He watched her do this, marveling at
her backside each time she stretched.  He had conflicting urges
shooting through him.  He didn't know whether to run his tongue
up her crack or nip her in one cheek.  He chose the latter. 
Sneaking up behind her, he got his muzzle within striking
distance and when she bent over to put the last item on the
floor, he nipped her right butt cheek.  She squealed-whooped and
shot up in the air about two feet.
  
When she felt those huge fangs sink into her butt and graze the
skin, it sent an electric current right up her spine and she
leaped in to the air, squealing at the top of her lungs.  When
she landed, she whipped around and slapped him on top of his
nose.  

"I did not tell you that you could bite my ass!!"  

When she said it, it dawned on her what she had said and it sent
her into a giggling fit.  He knew she wasn't really mad, just a
little irritated at getting caught by surprise.  The rumble of
his laughter echoed in the small cabin.

She reached out and took his head in both of her hands and leaned
forward, placing her forehead against his, 

"I love you, Dagomarus.  With all my heart, I really love you,
fuzzy-face."  

She rolled her hands around his jowls, hooking her fingers under
his jawbone, running her hands along his muzzle, feeling the
stiff whiskers and the wet edges of his lips.  She kissed him on
the end of his nose, noticing that it was wet and cool on her
lips.  He snaked his tongue out and ran the tip around her lips
and then flicked the end of her nose.  Both leaned back and
smiled at each other, one with the face of an angel, the other
with rows of razor sharp teeth.


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