Just as she began to come down, she heard a rustle in the woods, and a pair of yellow eyes appeared in the edge of the trees. She focused and saw a large grey wolf, red tongue hanging out, watching her intently. She had never been this close to one before, but felt no fear. If anything, his intense stare made her cunt tingle. She rolled over and got on her hands and knees, assuming his posture. How did she know it was a he, she wondered. But she was sure.

She listened for the low growl that might signal fear or anger, but heard only his rapid panting. Her breath was coming almost as fast from her climax, and the excitement of his nearness. Did he have a pack? Was it near here? She couldn't very well ask. The best thing to do was wait and not threaten. Her hair was hanging over her shoulders, starting to dry. Incredibly, she could feel cream leaking from her cunt. The wolf sniffed several times, still staring at her. Could he be smelling me creaming, she wondered. What an exciting thought.

A loud crack of a twig snapping broke the spell, and he turned and ran into the woods, up the mountain. The snap had come from behind her. She rose and faced that way, but heard only retreating shuffles. It sounded like a fox or a raccoon. There weren't any bears this far down, and she wondered why the wolf would have been frightened. Maybe just surprise.

She went back to the stream, staying longer, luxuriating in the cold water’s touch. It was so sensually awakening, this whole sense of nakedness, of living in the forest, of returning to her primitive, animal roots. She wasn't the least bit tired now, and realized she felt like a run. She wondered if her old path was still there. Toweling off again, she walked back toward the house, and then to her right, searching for the worn trail through the brush. There it was, and didn’t seem to be overgrown, as if it had been used. She tossed the towel back to the edge of the glade, and began to jog.

The path was easy to follow, and she knew it turned back about a mile from here. Her tits bounced as she ran, but she pulled her shoulders back, keeping the pert globes reasonably still. The friction of her thighs worked her pussy, but after ten minutes, she felt the high she always got from her pumping heart, and shook her head with pleasure. Her hair tossed about wildly, and she felt like a creature of the woods. She increased her pace, gasping with the exertion, but feeling the chemicals from her brain stimulating her. The liberating exercise was making her pussy cream, but she ran on, feeling an occasional pinch on her feet from needles or something on the trail. Before long, she would develop callus to make this easier. The two miles ended too quickly, and she vowed to explore for a longer track to use.

Merry ended up on the other side of her house, and could see the shape of it as she slowed to a walk, breathing hard, sweating a little, but enjoying the strain in her muscles, and the tautness of her whole body. She retrieved the towel, and returned to the stream, bathing once again. No wolf. Tiredness was now seeping into her, and she walked the hundred yards to home. She had hardly pulled the blanket over her bare skin when she was asleep.

Merry woke late, and spent the day in a trip to the store at the foot of the mountain, buying the various things she needed, then cleaning the house thoroughly. She finished about four, and took a nap. When she awakened, the first hint of night was starting, and she pulled off her shorts and halter. "Naked again" she marveled. She had talked quietly to herself all day, commenting on the pattern of dirt, muttering at the water heater, spending an hour making the plate glass windows sparkle, enjoying making an omelet for lunch. She felt at peace in a way she never had before. Anything seemed possible.

She decided to go for a long walk before dinner, using the light that was left to explore the area. She found several other trails, all looking used, but not recently. She was expert enough to be able to read any sign of humans, and there was none. Up the hill, she found an expanse of meadow that she thought was part of her property. Wolf spore hinted at a small pack. As she stood at the edge of the grassy field, she wondered if there were any eyes on her. She felt there were. Her nude body arched unconsciously, displaying herself wantonly. She squatted and peed on the trail toward home, marking her space. As she walked through the darkening forest, she saw a rabbit break cover and head unthinkingly into deeper brush. "Bad move" she whispered.

She began to track it, picking up a large stone from the edge of the path. It tried to hide in a hollowed tree, but she caught it just as it realized she had seen it, and she leaped on it, striking its head with the stone. She twisted its unconscious neck, killing it instantly. Carrying it home, she slit its throat and gutted it in the stream, then hung it by the back legs so the blood would drain. Some of the bloodstained her hands, and she licked it off. The taste was salty. She cupped her hands to catch the dripping liquid, and sipped it. Mmmm.

Merry cooked the rabbit over a fire in the old barbecue pit in the glade. She loved the smell of the roasting meat in the dark, the smoke heating her bare skin. Sipping a beer, she didn't eat until almost midnight, slicing off hunks of meat, and using the knife as her only implement, devoured half the feast. She ate some potato chips as a complement, and made a small salad. "I must start a garden". As she putout the fire and stored the remaining meat in the fridge, the light when she opened the door startling her eyes, she wondered at her mother’s wisdom. "She might have been shocked by my dress, though." she giggled to herself.

She went down to the stream. Her intuition seemed to be blooming with her liberated living, and she knew the animal would come. The idea excited her. After she bathed in the stream, she didn't even bother with a towel, letting herself dry as she lay beside the water, luxuriating in the sounds around her. Then she heard the rustle of a bush. Without even looking, she rolled to hands and knees again, facing the noise. The yellow eyes stared at her.

He had come out in the open, standing not ten feet away from her. Looking closely, she saw he was young, lacking scars or the yellow teeth that suggested age. He was sniffing the air, and she spread her knees apart on the matted leaves, letting her cunt breathe. Her breasts were hanging, the nipples hard. Cream was flowing with anticipation at the thrills she expected. The smell of her musk seemed stronger than before. Her whole body was keening with the sense of being an animal, crouching here in the wild with this creature. The moonlight bathed the little glen they were making their own, throwing shadows that made her groan. When he heard her, he took a step toward her, and she groaned again in anticipation.

Come fuck me, she thought. Use my body for your animal lust. Make me like you, wild and free. He took another step. She rotated around to expose her behind to him, sensing the excitement her pussy musk was causing. Oh god, this was such a turn on. She waited for some touch, some sign that she was not just imagining this seduction. She seemed to feel her whole body tensing with sensual want. She wiggled her ass at him, still aware of his panting. She thought it was getting heavier.

The rasping on her pussy came out of nowhere. She had not heard his move, but it was his tongue, licking from the fat labia back to her puckered asshole. A shudder ran through her groin. The tongue went back down to her clitoris, tasting her cream. She heard snuffling, and twisted around to see him sniffing at her. All her senses began to concentrate on her cunt, waiting for his next contact. It came with the same rasping, starting from her tender membranes that the stiff licking touched, to her dripping tunnel. If he didn't know now, he never would, she thought. Merry twisted to her back, drawing her legs up to expose her entire bottom to this wild animal.

He stared at her as she opened herself to him, wanting more of the licking he had begun. Now she could see the tongue, hanging there, moving with his breathing. It reached out once again to her pussy, drawing up from the tender flesh below her hole, between the labia, up to the clit. Merry groaned with the tingling he caused. He began to lick harder, causing her to begin humping her hips. The tongue was lapping powerfully between her pussy lips, hitting her love button, making her gyrate and moan with lust. Her moaning did not seem to bother him, and the tongue kept working, spreading heat into her tummy.

He kept licking, beginning to sense that hitting her clit caused her the most pleasure, the most smell. Her mind began to spin out of control, heat surging through her, her hips bucking to his tongue. He was growling softly as he ate her out, his tongue beginning to enter the opening of her cuntal passage. The moonlight bathed them in soft gold, and his fur soothed her thighs. She felt lost in the passion building up in her, the sexy situation, the risk of giving herself to a wild thing. Her hands went to his head, smoothing spasmodically over the fur, and she pulled his head into her foaming pussy.

Merry was shaking her head, groaning loudly now, her legs on his back. Nothing kept the tongue from her membranes, the rough flesh stimulating her beyond her control. She started twisting and writhing, raising her head to stare at the wonderful animal who was the source of this erotic pleasure. She spoke out loud to him. "Oh you fantastic beast, get me, lick me, take me off. This is so good, so good. Oh that tongue. Eat me alive, devour me." He was trying to lick in her tunnel now, sensing its nerves, tasting its liquid. All the while, those yellow eyes never left hers.

She caught occasional glimpses of a red cock poking from under his belly. Each time she saw it, her tension rose, and it was becoming unbearably sweet. Her feet left his back and she used them to push her ass off the ground, bucking her hips at the maw raping her bottom. She could smell herself generating a heavy musk. Her moans echoed in the darkness. "I can't take any more, oh, oh, oh. Aaagh." Her orgasm was coming, the vibrating in her groin signaling release she was straining for. She would have died for it at that moment, as her groaning peaked to a howl of release.

Waves of sensation drove through her cunt as she climaxed powerfully, humping and bucking into the animal's maw. Her hips were off the ground, fucking into that wonderful feeling. Her mind was reeling with pictures of the wolf attacking her, chewing her flesh, ripping her apart. Then she began seeing them hunting together, blood flowing over their bodies as he snarled at her writhing. The jolts of electricity were filling her midsection, and she felt like a dam was bursting around her, bathing her in pleasure. Merry had become a frantic she beast, fighting for her release.

The wolf kept licking, even after she began to relax. As her hips rested on the forest floor, and her cream stopped flowing, he lifted his head in surprise, wondering what had happened to her wanton excitement. He began nudging at her pussy, and she realized he wanted her to move. He danced around a little, and she saw his prick sticking further out, its pointed head starting to poke at her skin. "You want to get off, don't you lover." She wondered if her now contracting that could take it, but the thought of that long red prick got her tingling again.

She rolled over to her hands and knees, and his tongue began to once again minister to her behind. But there was something else she felt, hot and wet, poking at her thighs. She looked back and saw him bucking his hips at her bottom while trying to continue to tongue her. Then he stopped licking, and his paws went around her waist. He's going to fuck me, she thought. I can get off again with him inside me. An animal's cock. Inside an animal. "Rape me, my bestial lover. Do whatever you want to me, I'm yours to use, my pussy is yours" she babbled in passionate surrender.

She felt the pointed member poking around her ass cheeks, wetting with each touch. She wished she could see it. Suddenly, it got closer to her hairy mound, touching her labial folds, pricking at her pubic hair. She dropped her face to the ground and reached back to spread her cunt to his inexperienced searching. The paws moved up to her chest, and she felt the tips of his claws nudging the soft flesh of her tits. The slight pain made her hotter.

Then, in a rush, the point penetrated her tunnel, an inch or so at first, then she felt it surge all the way in. It was wider at the base than anywhere else, and stretched the mouth of her pussy, massaging her little love button. It caused an instant rising of her passion, sharp and sweet. The claws were all the way out, but just resting on her breasts, still causing little pinches. His cock began thrusting in and out frantically. He was growling louder now, and his tongue was licking the back of her neck through her mass of hair.

The fucking animal cock had her soaring again, and her hips bucked back to bury it deeper with each of his thrusts. His growling was getting louder, and his paws were gripping the sides of her chest tightly. The claws were still gently stinging. Heat was radiating out of her vagina into her tummy. Her breasts were squeezed into the dirt, forming pillows of soft flesh. The pointed prick was now causing her nothing but pleasure, erotic zinging filling her. Amazingly, she realized she could cum again without even trying.

The wolf's thrusts became frenzied, opening her up, twitching at her clitoris, filling her body with ecstasy. Her head was shaking, and she growled in imitation of her lover. Her hands pushed herself off the ground a little, and more of his cock sunk into her. His tempo was impossibly fast. Then he froze, and howled with full voice. It must have been audible for miles. The surprise of the noise brought her off, the same release she had experienced from his tongue, but more powerful. Her skin felt like it was on fire, as she realized liquid was filling up her belly.

He was cumming in her, filling her tunnel with spunk. Wolf semen. Animal essence. Merry's head sunk to the ground, as waves of excitement coursed through her. The wolf stayed inside her, still stretching her cuntal opening and zinging her button. But he was starting to shrink, letting the fluid inside her leak out. She kept keening wildly, though her climax was ending as well. The sensation was being replaced by a sense of relief and completion, as she felt the furry underbelly on her back.