The same as before, it greets me by sniffing me. The creature’s snout passes over my shoulder, my stomach, to my hip. It hovers at the crux of my legs a moment, its breath hot against the thin fabric of my pajama shorts.
I hold still, leaning back into the tree bark, though my hammering heart makes me feel like my whole body is trembling.
Last time, it just wanted to smell me, not eat me alive,I think wildly.
A half-baked thought enters my mind and I go with it, moving my knees further apart. I slide down the tree, landing in the leaves with a small thud. My knees spread wide, revealing the growing wet patch on my PJs.
There’s no mistaking it for sweat; I can feel my clit pulsing awake with all the adrenaline in my body. My body is empty and needy. I haven’t gotten so easily and intensely turned on since I was in college, when every experience was brand new to me.
Look, my self-preservation has never been strong. My heart is pounding in my chest and my clit, and my nipples are hard points that have nothing to do with the temperature. I delvea finger inside, and the pleasure is so much greater than it normally is. A small gasp escapes me.
The creature dips its head, drawing back up with its tongue hot against my thigh, trying to taste me through my pants. The feeling is a tease, and all I can think is that my body needs more.
The beast crouches over me, head bowed between my thighs. I hear a low growl come from it, before it licks me once through my shorts.
At the slight brush of its snout against me, I’m already bucking my hips into that touch. My body feels strange, still aching for touch, for closeness. The way my heart thuds in my chest and my pulse quickens in urgency only fuels it. In this moment, I’ll take what I can.
I cry out as I feel its mouth open and its warm breath graze my thighs, followed by teeth. They drag gently across my skin, sweeping from one thigh to another, snagging on my shorts.
I hold my breath, choking on fear as elastic snaps and the beast’s teeth shred through my pajama bottoms.
With a snarl, it flicks its tongue against me, and my body goes rigid from pleasure, before melting back into the ground. My knees fall apart wider, and I feel the tongue again.
As needy as my body feels for it, I’m surprised by how good the beast licking at my entrance feels, dragging its hot tongue roughly through my folds, the sensations chasing that rush of terror and excitement.
It licks me thoroughly, lashing ferociously against my clit, then snarling as its tongue delves deep within my cunt, single-mindedly seeking my taste.
I was so sure last time that this was a dream. And now that it’s happening again, it feels so real. The heat and pleasure coursing through me are so vivid.
The beast’s body hangs low over mine, and—
I know this smell. I used to live here. I used to sleep here, in the bed that smelled like this. I would breathe it in, roll over and stretch and wrap myself in it, and sink back into pure bliss. I used to bury my face in his pillow, steal his side of the sheets when he got up to shower and I was still sleeping in. Then he would sit on the bed next to me while he got dressed, waking me up slowly with languid scratches up my legs, kisses pressed to my forehead. Under his laundry detergent, his shampoo, his deodorant, there was something unmistakably Shawn.
Wolves don’t wear deodorant, I think hazily.
It has to be a dream. A stress-dream. I feel weirdly feverish. What’s the alternative? I’m hooking up with a monster I encountered in the woods?
My hips buck as its tongue catches my clit again, and I arch off the ground with a gasp.
“Yes, oh my god, yes,” I pant without thinking. Its ears twitch, but it obeys with newfound fervor.
My body reacts, my moans growing louder and becoming cries. A new, different sensation enters the chat, as I lose some distant sense of control and squirt, releasing bursts of liquid as my begging for more becomes practically incoherent. The wolfish creature devouring my cunt is only too happy to keep licking me harder, faster, until the sensations peak again.
It feels like an orgasm, it feels bigger than one. All I know is that when I come back to myself, my body is strained and tired,my eyelids are so heavy I’m not fully able to open them for a few minutes.
But I’m back in my bed.
12
Shawn
Staying away from Elise was proving to be a lot harder than I’d anticipated. I keep having the thought that I could grab some Danishes and bring her one, more to make her laugh than anything else. Then I remember specifically I’m avoiding doing things like that.
It’s just too easy to gravitate towards her.
After the grocery store-run in, I’m starting to feel that nowhere is safe. I’m trying to stay out of the house as much as I can to avoid my family, staying away from the brewery to avoid Elise.
I keep coming back to that conversation in the parking lot of the Market Basket. Why would she ask me if I’ve dated after her? She doesn’t care. Or at least, I thought she didn’t.
