Lescanthropy

A girl in wanderlust within the trees.
By means of flashlight beams.
Skin feeling the twitch from bushes and wind.
Making a path under foot of crunching dead leaves.
But something is stirring and has captured her scent.
The pheromones she exudes entice its sense.
Low guttural growls fill the warm night air.
Pointing to a legend we have all heard.
Stalked, hunted through the forest, preyed upon.
She begins to run.
Her clothes are ripped.
She is stripped.
Naked in darkness presenting sweet flesh.
Pressed against a tree.
Covering tits sighting advancing hips.
Anticipating lycan licks.
Witnessing a metamorphose from lupine to feminine lines.
Crawling and converging.
Experiencing moist ferocious canine laps on labial flaps.
Dripping as fear shifts to vociferous pleasure.
Tongue massaging clit, ravaged on the forest floor.
Lit by a full moonlight.
Reciprocating her saliva entwined with natural lube.
Legs apart a she-wolf is mauled.
Fingers inserted in animalistic frigging.
And from female writhing canines and incisors sink in the skin.
The ultimate love bite.
Once bitten forever smitten and howling in Sapphic pleasure.
Joining the pack stalking the forest together.

Written by SonofHowarth.
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From the collection “A Mixed Bag Of Heads”