Then he slipped out of her cunt, backed off her, and sunk to the ground, licking his cock. "A little after fuck hugging would have been nice." she sighed. But he was following his instincts. His prick was still jutting from its sheath as he licked their juices off. She reached down to her own source of their mixed fluids, and tasted them. She reached out and touched his belly. He stopped licking, and stared at her, the yellow eyes unblinking. But he was not growling.

She crawled over to him, and moved her mouth toward his cock. "I wonder if he understands" she thought. She got close enough to lick the red pole, and she heard him make a little squeak of pleasure. Encouraged, she sucked it all into her mouth, savoring the ruddy tang of its surface. She felt his tongue licking at her belly, the closest thing he could reach. She thought his cock might get hard again, but instead it drew out of her mouth into its sheath. "Too soon, I guess."

She rolled to her back and stared at the stars. The wolf kept licking at her body, her stomach, her tits, and then up to her face. She opened her mouth and closed her lips around the rubbery member, but he growled and pulled away. "No kissing, either." Her mind savored this fantastic fuck, its power, its erotic risk, and she found it even more pleasant because she knew society would have condemned this act. She luxuriated in the relaxation in her muscles, the wetness of her cunt, the tingling in her skin as a gentle breeze touched her. He had stopped licking her, and was just staring.

"I'm going to call you Lupe," she whispered to her incredible new lover.


Chapter Two

As she bathed in the stream, Lupe standing guard, she imagined, she reflected on what was happening to her. It was a return to nature, to a savagery she had always felt in herself. But the extent of her adventure was astonishing, though as she lay in the cold water, she felt wonderful. Her body was refreshed, not feeling at all tired in spite of its being long after midnight. I'm getting nocturnal, she thought. She ran her fingers through her wet hair, pulling out tangles that had formed during her wild lovemaking. Moonlight glinted from the water’s surface. She felt truly alive. To eat, to fuck. What more could anyone need.

"Let's go for a run, lover" she said to Lupe. She got out of the water and jogged to the path, then speeded up to see what he would do. He bounded ahead of her, then paused at a fork, hopping around. When he saw her slow down to a more sustainable speed he took a few steps back to her, then led her to the left. He's trying to lead me, she marveled. I wonder where.

They ran a new path, but one she had seen. It would be a five mile run, and that seemed just right to her stimulated body as the morphins began kicking in. He kept loping ahead, then stopping to wait for her, occasionally poking his nose at her cunt. When he did, she would stop and spread her legs, letting him stimulate her. The feelings he caused combined with her runner's high to create a fantastic euphoria. They ran on for an hour, and as she realized they were approaching her house, Lupe froze up ahead, his head low, staring into a thicket just ahead. "Oh my god, he wants to hunt" she whispered.

Stopping her jog, she stared into the darkness, breathing hard. There it was, a deer frozen by the smell of the wolf, hoping its stillness would save it. A thrill coursed through her. Lupe was staring intently at the animal. She slipped into the brush, circling around behind as quietly as she could, trying to keep her breathing quiet. She didn’t think the deer had seen her, focused as it was on the wolf. She got within ten feet of it before it bolted away from her. It bounced as she chased it, heedless of scratches from the branches. Then it froze as it realized it was near the wolf, and she tackled its back legs, throwing it to the ground. A grey blur flashed through her vision, and the deer squealed as Lupe's fangs ripped the neck open.

She felt the deer urinating in its death throes, then a rattle from its lungs signaled a quick end. Her blood was boiling, the smells of her sweat, the deer's pee, and the blood gushing from its neck mixed with her euphoria. She scrambled to sink her head next to the wolf's, and drank of the blood with her lover. She felt the juices on her skin.

The wolf began to drag the prey up the mountain, following the path that led to the meadow. She started to follow him, but he growled menacingly at her. No humans will interfere with my pack's feeding, she guessed was the message. "Okay to fuck, but not to eat with, huh," she chuckled. Maybe he'll change after a while. Meantime, she smelled herself getting rank, and hurried back to the stream. She needed soap to clean herself properly. When she fell into bed, it was to a languid sense of satisfaction, and a thrilling, unfocused dream of tomorrow.


Gene Brooks was happy to be getting back to his wolves. It seemed to him that he had never been truly happy except in the vicarious participation in their lives that his first visit a year and a half ago had allowed. Life had twisted his mind brutally, and he was dimly aware that he was like a time bomb, just waiting to explode. The peace of the mountain, and the enjoyment of watching the two animals live their hard but simple lives was the most serene period he could remember. He had had to leave just after the cubs had been born, intending vaguely to try and find some way to improve their chances of surviving.

He had been dancing to other's tunes' all his life, and paying for their mistakes with suffering of his own. He had been orphaned at five, and moved from foster home to foster home, never feeling the affection he vaguely remembered from the shadowy figures of his parents. He had been told so many stories about them that he never knew what to believe. Years later, he had researched it enough to find out they had died from gunshot wounds. He was wild in his teenage years, starting with purse snatching, and ending with armed robbery of convenience stores. When the fuzz caught one of his friends, he enlisted in the army.

By that time he had acquired the handsome appearance that made girls easy lays. They never seemed to touch him deeply, as though he was afraid of affection. He was dimly aware that he might feel his mother had abandoned him, and used that psychobabble in the various interviews that had been necessary for him to get in Special Forces. They taught him all the killing arts, from hand to hand, to weapons. At first, he had thought it would make him a more successful criminal, but eventually he became fearful at the skills they had given him. His first real mission had been in Panama, overthrowing Noriega. They used fancy words like interdiction, but it amounted to brutal elimination of anything that got in the way of their orders. He saw women and children shot, and young teenagers killed who were fighting because it was the best job they could get. His reaction had been horror at the unfairness of the effect of it all.

Eventually, he had been sent to kill a guy they said was really evil. He watched for three days, as the general fighting ended. He was a sleazy drug lord, fairly low on the totem pole. Gene watched him abuse women, sell dope to ten year olds, and when he finally caught him alone in the streets one night, he disobeyed his orders by slitting the man’s throat shallowly, and letting him die very painfully. Gene watched him suffer for an hour. He got less pleasure from it than he expected.

They were starting to suspect his commitment after that, but sent him to a survival school, where he excelled. The battle with nature to survive was simple and necessary. It was not complicated. Even the long final week in a jungle in Mexico had been easy, and he was almost sorry to leave. Everyone else came out bitten and exhausted, but he was smiling, tanned, and well fed. He was the only one who had been able to eat insects.

They sent him to Vietnam with a platoon to search for POWs. He always suspected it was a set up to please parents, because they were ambushed the second day in. He escaped, and lived on the land for three months. He stayed in the high mountains, and it was surprisingly easy. He had considered just staying there forever, but eventually worked his way out. When he crossed the border to Cambodia, he had taken out an entire guard station, twelve young orientals. None was more than sixteen. He mustered out that fall.

By this time, he was reading voraciously, philosophy, history, but was limited in his math, so science was a problem. He took a night course, and ended up living with the pretty teacher. She pushed him all the way through calculus, and badgered him to take the college entrance exam. When he did amazingly well on it, he applied for a GI scholarship to the University of Arizona. The teacher was pissed off he was leaving LA, but he was tired of her anyway. Plus, he had cold cocked a guy who tried to mug him one night, and the old confusion between his anger and necessity had scared him.

He drifted to ecology because it seemed so right. Through all the conflicts with population growth, it was still noble to want to preserve the simple perfection of nature. He was amazed at how little even experienced teachers really knew about how survival of animals really worked at the individual level. Their theories were often silly, and he acquired a "Nature Boy" reputation. But the young coeds went gaga over him. He found himself more and more crude in his relationships, often abusing people when they had no clue about reality. Even as he caught himself doing it, the anger kept bubbling up.

He found a love of wolves on a field trip his junior year. They went to Yellowstone, and hiked up to watch the almost tame protected creatures. He identified with them in some strange way, but the range in the park was carefully controlled, and he sensed it was artificial. He got support from one professor for a field study of real animals in free range, and his background got him a five thousand dollar grant from a foundation. He spent the second half of that year in the mountains, reading everything he could, and watching the pair of greys.

The first night back at school, after the money ran out, he had been drinking in a bar, missing the mountain, and got in a fight with three football players who were pushing their weight around. They never landed a punch. One was lost to the team for the season, and he was thrown out of school, losing his scholarship. He finished the report on the greys, and his professor got him a job in a foundation devoted to endangered and near endangered species. He curbed his temper pretty well, and his report was published, with Gene as the co-author. It was good enough to get him another grant.

So here he was, making his second trip from his motorcycle to the camp he had selected with his gear. There was a house that had been unoccupied that looked used now, and he avoided it. The wolves' base was on the property that belonged to it, and he didn't need any interference. He camped well up the mountain, but within easy binocular sight of the meadow. He now had a telescope that could also take a video tape recorder. As he hiked, he looked forward to rejoining the lives of the animals.

Merry had picked up signs of a human two weeks after meeting Lupe. There were footprints on one of the most distant paths leading up. It was a big shoe, and she thought it must be a man. She had followed the trail until she saw the camp above the meadow, well off her property. "Shit". Now she had to be more careful, even though he seemed to be anxious to avoid contact. She was deeply disappointed with this interference with the idyllic life she was leading.

The wolf came every night. Lupe had become a skilled lover, and had learned to stimulate her in many ways. He let her touch him without fear. But he always left at dawn. She was sleeping away the days, usually rising about three in the afternoon. She had bought a twenty two rifle, and had plenty of pheasant and grouse to supplement the rabbit and deer meat. She walked around in her shorts and halter during the day, but spent the nights outside nude, fucking Lupe and running with him. She was stronger and faster than she had ever been in her life. She occasionally helped him hunt, but he never let her keep any of their victims.

The man could change things. She supposed he wouldn't roam at night, but even during the day he could interrupt her life. The discovery happened late one afternoon, and she had deer meat roasting slowly. She had a new idea about how to make love to her wolf tonight, and was looking forward to it. "Damn". Well, he wasn't going to stop her.

Lupe came at midnight as usual. She was lying in the stream, which was warming up with the oncoming summer. When she saw him, she began to whisper to him. "Ah, lover. Come for your evening fuck, you horny beast. I have a surprise for you tonight." She crawled out and wrapped her arms around his strong, furry body, wrestling him to his side. He growled with a tone that she had learned meant "I'll let you do this, but be careful." She wriggled her hips to his maw, laying her head on his hind paw, and her hands began rubbing his belly around his prick sheath. The pink tip poked out. His tongue lapped her bushy mound. She swung a leg over his shoulder, opening her bottom to him.

His head moved closer, and the tongue began tracing her cunt flesh. He had gotten good at eating her out, and his cock always got fully hard as he did it. Her smell was the stimulation he seemed to need to replace what a female wolf ovulating would produce. The pink member poked further out. Her arm pulled their bodies closer together, and her lips wrapped around his damp, growing prick. She let her mind stop its thinking, and abandoned herself to his muscular tongue tingling her twat, while she concentrated on the pleasure she wanted him to feel. It was working, because he was growing inside her mouth, the pointed tip all the way back to her throat now. His low growl of sexual desire was vibrating in her pussy.

There was a smell he got when he made love, a deepening of the furry scent he usually had. She supposed it was from his belly, because he did not sweat. It had become a stimulant for her, and she was amazed to feel herself wavering at the brink of cumming. He had learned that she often had several orgasms before he finished, and it worked out well, because he was once a night, no more, no less. Her hips bucked at his strong tongue, and she soared into ecstasy, waves of sensation rolling from her cunt. Her mouth sucked harder at his cock, and it went down her throat, forcing her to breathe noisily through her nose. Her leg over his shoulder pulled at his back, pulling the lapping jaws into her foaming box. Her body careened through its climax, her sweat adding anew odor.

She rolled to her back, suspecting he would want to fuck her mouth as she sensed her satisfaction. He went right with her, his hips beginning to surge into her wet lips glued to his member. He got it, she thought. He knows what to do. Oooh. His hind legs were spread as he pistoned into this new tunnel, wet but exciting. She arched back her head to make his access easier, feeling his tongue still lapping at her vibrating pussy. He had learned to penetrate into her vagina a couple of inches with his tongue, and was doing that now, then coming back out to her love button. The ardor she felt for him had her peaking again. God, I keep cumming and cumming, she gasped to herself.

It hit like a star burst, just as his hips began the accelerated thrusting that she recognized as the approach of his own orgasm. His growling was louder, as she vibrated with her soaring release. But doing it every night made him last longer. She couldn't tell if he was happy about that, but it was good for her. Her orgasm was flashing through her like lightning, and she arched into his body, luxuriating in the wonderful sensation. His hips were still fucking wildly, all the way down her throat, but she was able to breathe through her nose, and kept his cock freely penetrating her. It was wild and wonderful, filling her with excitement at her bestial abandon.

Her second cum eased, but she was still stimulated by his roaring fucking of her mouth and the pressure of his tongue in her box. She felt her passion slide down only a little, then begin to rise again. I’ve never enjoyed a man this much, she thought. Never cum so hard, so often, felt so good. She was growling as she sucked harder at his pistoning tool, wanting him to get off now, and knowing that it was close. She was writhing and twisting with this sensual coupling with her wolf lover.

His head lifted from her twat and he howled, as he often did. The sound got her off, its power creating a shock in her stomach that jumped down to her twat and started those waves of release once more. His spunk was pouring down her throat, as she swallowed convulsively. But it was too much, and she felt it leaking from her mouth as her own climax went on and on. She was growling and twisting at his underbelly, her arms wrapped tightly around his hips. His tongue returned to her cunt, sweetening her cum, as his jism dripped down her chin to her neck. Wild, wild, she rhapsodized.