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Sunlight filtered through the umbrella of pine trees above them. Cain held Dana in his arms. He really liked this woman.
She is not the one for you.
He ignored the voice, tried to shut it out. Looking down at Dana, the blood rushed through his veins, his heart beat a staccato rhythm. He wanted her like he'd never wanted anyone before. She wasn't like the sluts he'd had sex with, the only ones he could have sex with without going through the change, according to the advisers. His cock told him they were wrong. Had the advisers told him this so that they'd stick together as a pack?
It was the first time he'd taken a woman to the forest.
She lay naked in his arms, her platinum blonde hair spread out like a silky curtain, her green eyes darkened with passion. She was ready for him, oh so ready. He fumbled with his belt, the buttons of his jeans, then pushed them down.
He kicked off his runners, managed to get the jeans off by using his feet, then held her tight against his body.
"Cain, I want you," she whispered against his lips.
Is this real love? Have I found my life partner? Cain pushed the thoughts aside and kissed her, his tongue exploring, seeking, dancing with hers. She arched up against him. He felt her breasts press against his chest, her hips gyrated against him.
"Not so fast," he told her. "Let's really enjoy this first time."
He nibbled at her earlobe, then rained small kisses all the way down to her breasts. He took a nipple into his mouth and sucked it.
He was taking a huge risk. If she were the one, if this was true love, he should be going through the change by now, thechange that would scare her away forever. He had had held off making love to her for that very reason. He had to stop. He needed to tell her carefully about himself first.
"Dana, stop. There's something I have to tell you."
"Shut up, Cain. Just fuck me. I'm horny as hell."
"If we're to continue our relationship, it's important."
"Who the fuck said I want a relationship? Sure, we've dated a few times. Hell, you're a good time guy. And a looker, too. I'm not interested in something permanent."
Had someone just dumped a bucket of ice over him? His cock was flaccid now, his desire doused.
"I thought we had something real going here."
"You thought wrong, babe. I'm too young to get into something serious."
He let go of her and stood. His heart had just taken a jolt. For the first time in his life, a woman had managed to hurt him. "I'll take you home," he said through tight lips.
"Oh, baby, don't be like that? Come here," she wheedled, her arms held out.
He ignored her and angrily put on his clothes. "Get dressed."
"Oh, I like you this way. All manly and overpowering. Want to give me a spanking for being naughty?"
She spread her legs wide, reached down, and pulled her pussylips open. He saw her for what she was now. Just another slut, a woman out for a good time, a good fuck.
Not even the sight of her exposed clit, the moisture dribbling from her vagina, did anything for him now. "Fine, you can walk home then."
"Fuck you!" she shouted, her face distorted with anger, her lips pouting. "I'll find someone else to satisfy my needs."
He waited while she put on her clothes. When she was finished, he walked ahead, back to the road, to the car.
"I don't know what the hell I saw in you anyway. Look at that old car. You've obviously got no money."
Another stab in the gut. So that's what she was after. Someone with money. Why did she bother going out with him at all?
After he'd dropped her off, he returned to the farm. His friends all knew who he'd been dating. They'd warned him, but he didn't heed their warnings.
He parked the car. Instead of going to the main house, he entered the forest. His favorite place was where he needed to be right now.
Anger at himself for being so blind churned within him. His body trembled, shook harder. He didn't fight it. There was no need. As he walked, he discarded his clothes and continued on, naked.
By the time he reached the pond he'd changed. Raising his arms to the sky, he roared, venting his frustration.
He swiveled to face Storm.
"Let me help you," she said. "I know what happened. I heard your thoughts."
He reached down to stroke his cocks. Instantly, they sprang to life. "Why not," he said in a low growl.
Storm stepped forward and pushed her body against his. Though she was sexy as hell, and beautiful, he could never imagine her as his partner for life. But she was a hell of a good cocksucker.
He fondled her breasts, the large dark nipples, stroked the soft fur on her belly and waited for her to bend down to suck him off.
When her mouth closed over his cock, and her hands stroked the other one, he grabbed two fistfuls of her hair and moved her head back and forth. Harder, faster, until his cum shot into her mouth. She pumped the other one and his second load jetted out.
"Now me," she said, licking the liquid off her hand. "You need to help me find satisfaction, Cain."
"I know," he grunted. He didn't really feel like it, but fair was fair.
She lay on the ground, her legs spread. Her fingers spread apart the slit revealing her opening. Now that he was sated, his body had returned to normal, to human form. And as a human, his fingers were barely long enough to satisfy her, neither was his tongue.
"Dammit, Cain, why did you change back? I need release!"
"I'm sorry." He inserted three fingers into her as far as he could and swiveled them, at the same time kneading her breasts and tweaking her nipples with his other hand.
"Harder. Do it harder!" she shouted.
Finally, she grunted and her juices flowed over his hand. He watched her change. As a human she was drop dead gorgeous. Any man would be glad to have her as a partner. But she wanted him. He knew that. She had no interest in any of the other males.
He held his hand out to help her up, then ran to the water and dove into the pond. His anger had simmered down. What he mainly felt now was anger at himself for being so naïve. He needed to be alone. Storm didn't like swimming. He watched her walk away, her long black hair swaying against her firm buttocks.
Floating on his back, he gazed at the sky. He still felt hurt, but what was damaged the most? His heart or his pride?
You need to go to the city today.
You will receive instructions on your way there.
It is time. Tonight you and the others will return to your world.
Will be in your possession tonight.
We are one person short.
By tonight you won't be. Now go.
Posted October 3, 2010
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