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Subject: {ASSM} Lay Lines 2/4 Winter Solstice 2007 (Man and Muse, Winter Solstice 2007, wolves, sex (wolf-wolfess) ) TBD
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Lay Lines 2/4: Winter Solstice 2007
"Night Runners - A Winter Solstice Story"
A Man and His Muse
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It was a magical night, filled with whispered promises and rapidly
gathering power.

The Winter Solstice was hours away and if you had the knowledge, that
power could be utilized in a very special way...

* * *

A tall woman in a flowing, translucent gown stood proudly, ignoring
the intense chill in the air.  At her side stood an unremarkable
appearing man.  He was tall, nearly matching her willowy height and he
too, ignored the cold.

Surrounding them, seated in the snow, was a small pack of wolves.

One by one the wolves started howling, filling the night air with the
sound of their pack song.  But...  There was a sense of something
missing.  There was a feeling that the song was incomplete, missing
some essential harmonies.

Suddenly the woman seemed to shimmer as a rainbow hued corona outlined
her body.  Then, it turned opaque and changed its shape.  When it
dimmed and eventually faded into nothingness, the woman was gone and a
huge white wolfess sat where she had been.

The man's posture shifted, becoming one that spoke of carefully
restrained power.  His eyes, now filled with his knowledge and humor,
suddenly switched from their usual blue to a golden brown.  He raised
his arms smoothly to chest level, then suddenly brought his hands
together in a clap that sounded louder than a gunshot in the still
air.

Before the echoes were swallowed by the silence, a grey wolf calmly
sat on his haunches where the man had been standing.

The newly formed wolves tipped their heads back to join their howls
with those of the other wolves, adding the missing harmonies that
completed the pack song.

Tom and Mahika had returned to celebrate the Winter Solstice with The
Pack in the Snow, their children.

* * *

After awhile, at a time he decided was right, the Alpha of the pack
stopped howling and lowered his head.  Soon only two wolves continued
their howls, slowly changing their harmonies to create a private song
of their own.

It was a familiar song to the pack and things deep inside them started
to respond to the new tones.

Play began.  The Omega started, by asking the Alpha to join him.  The
Alpha mock snarled in agreement and they tussled, the Alpha allowing
the Omega a familiarity that signaled to the entire pack that there
would be a relaxing of the rules.

Soon, all of them were playing, romping in the snow while the two
newcomers continued the song that told all of the deep bond they
shared.

* * *

The two lowered their heads in unison:  "It is time", the wolfess
thought at her mate.

He tilted his head to one side and studied her, savoring the
attraction they felt for each other.  "It is time", he agreed.

She laughed in his mind as she stood and posed seductively, then
stretched her legs in front of her to bow at him playfully.  "Catch
me, love."  She dashed off at a full run.  "If you can!"

His laughter joined hers as he launched into his own run from his
seated position.  "As if our shared needs would let me fail!"

* * *

The pack broke off its play for this new game.  They wove a complex
pattern between the two, sometimes subtly guiding them, sometimes
deliberately interfering, even to the point of tripping one or the
other, seemingly at whim.

It was an old game for all of them, this subtle testing of the
worthiness of these two.  There was no doubt they would mate.  But,
instincts out of an almost forgotten past drove the members of this
pack and on this night, they deliberately mingled instinct and reason
in a complex tapestry that planned for the future.

Every year, these two rejoined the pack during the time she was
fertile.  But, they didn't always consummate their love for each other
as wolves--because it was the pack who decided if these two should
mate and give them new lives to be cherished.

Miles passed beneath feet that flung the snow in the air as they
passed.  Bodies rolled in the snow, sometimes alone, sometimes
together.  

* * *

For her, it was the thrill of being chased, the joy in being herself.
Her hormones spoke deep within her, their message growing ever
stronger.  She lost herself in her building, need driven lust.

She needed to be caught, and soon.

* * *

For him, it was a release of logic.  His hormones, triggered by her
scent, took over his body, making his needs elemental, without reason.

He welcomed the changes.  All he could see was the world expressed in
her haunches.  A quickly vanishing part of him saw her as beautiful
but then the moment passed into a haze of scent driven need.  

He suddenly snarled at those who constantly trapped him, the ones who
dared to try and refuse him his prize.  His stride lengthened with his
need.  His shoulder slammed into the Alpha, who dared to try and hold
him away from his mate.

He never slowed as the Alpha tumbled in the snow.

He never noticed when the pack gathered to surround their groggy
leader and settle on their haunches. The Alpha shook his head to clear
it and his rueful smile was felt in his words:

"Once again, he has taken me by surprise.  It is well."

* * *

Their shared run didn't last much longer.

She was panting, gasping for air as she tried to keep ahead of him.
She stopped, giving in to her building fatigue to suddenly end her
twisting, subtly  teasing run.

Focused on his needs, he failed to allow for her sudden willingness to
end the game.  Legs locked, he slid though the snow and collided with
her. They tumbled together briefly before they regained their feet.

She deliberately turned away and raised her tail, exposing herself.
"Now!"

He reached with his nose and inhaled deeply, then his tongue lashed
out to slither across her swollen, dripping vulva. 

Body language, scent and taste came together at last.  "Now!"

It was a snarling agreement that spoke of frustration, dominance and
hormone driven needs.

* * *

She barely had time to lock her leg muscles so she could support their
combined weight before his chest landed on her back and his forelegs
wrapped around her, curling inward to both steady himself and jerk her
backwards.

His back arched violently, bringing his haunches forward until the tip
of his penis slid out of his sheath.  Muscles worked, positioning his
sheath differently each time he drove his haunches forward until...

His tip met wetness and slid over swollen flesh.  His body reacted
before his mind could and his hips spasmed strongly, pushing his penis
into her.  His forelegs forced her backwards, onto his rapidly
swelling penis.  

Her own need involuntarily spasmed her muscles, slamming her backwards
to impale herself on his penis.

Seconds later, she howled as his massive bulbs pressed and triggered
an orgasm that rolled through her, leaving her shaking with its
intensity.  Huge waves of pleasure crashed through her, taking away
all reasoning.  She forgot who she was.  She forgot everything except
the pleasure itself.  It became her world.  She didn't need to focus
on it because it was all there was.

* * *

He shuddered, lost in a pulsing now as everything in him sought only
one result, that he leave his seed in his mate.

He howled his success as his hips drove him into her waiting warmth.
His orgasmic pulses took away everything, leaving him blind to
anything that wasn't his penis, or what was touching it.

The sensation of blindness was momentary.  His body, once it was fully
locked into his mate, betrayed him.

It let him see the world again while his body did what it had to do.

He felt the muscular pulsing that flowed from his rectum to his penis,
twitching the base of his tail in sympathetic reaction.  He saw his
breath leaving his muzzle in gusting streamers that pulsed into the
cold air to dissipate within a few inches.  He heard Mahika's howls as
her orgasms smashed past her rationality.  He consciously savored the
pungent tang of her need as it oozed from the junction of their bodies
to evaporate and surround them.

He felt her internal heat, and the clenching and releasing rings of
muscle that alternately squeezed and released as they helped force his
seed into her.

And, as his rationality returned cautiously from where it had been
driven,  he felt her quivering muscles as they obeyed the last
conscious command she had given them:  'Hold our weight.'

He slid sideways, unworried that they might come apart as he settled
his weight back on his own legs.

She felt him slide off her back and the new pressures triggered
another peak in the waves that surged through her shaking body.  She
continued to pant heavily, unconscious of anything except where they
were joined together.  Rational thought was gone, fled to somewhere
unknown as her body, pushed into an elemental awareness, satisfied
itself.

* * *

Soon, much too soon as they measured time, her intelligence snuck back
into her mind, daintily touching her emotions until it was satisfied
it would not be driven away because of its boldness.

She looked outward at the rising sun and was content with what she
saw.  "They did well, our children. Without them we would have mated
much too soon..."  She let her voice trail off as she recognized his
amusement now that the game was over, this time.

He laughed in her mind...  "They know us too well, don't they?"

There was shared agreement and wry amusement in the simple words that
followed:

"Happy Winter Solstice, my love."

While they waited for nature to take its course, they--and their
children--howled joyously as the power of the Solstice flowed through
their joined bodies.
__

End: Night Runners (Lay Lines 2/4)

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