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In the darkness of night, the sound of padded paws pounded across the cold earth, running after the scent of prey. The heavy beat of the feet striking the ground, the claws sinking into the soil, splashing across a shallow stream and then leaping the main body of water to land on the other side smoothly were the only sounds nearby. The foot beats stopped suddenly, a scent on the wind capturing the attention of the wolf, arresting his flight as he halted to find the direction of the smell. His mighty head turned, his sharp glowing brown eyes reflecting the light of the silver moon. Two perfectly shaped black ears flicked, tracking and identifying any small sounds. The breeze carried the scent to him again… . Prey and hunger completely forgotten, he turned to follow the wind, homing in on the whiff of spicy flowered perfume on the air; it called to him like a siren.

He ran through more gullies and over two more hills, all senses on alert to narrow down his search. In the valley between the last hill and another, he stopped, padding to a halt and standing quietly. The scent was near; he felt the bearer would appear any second. Sure enough, a silhouette took shape, as a lean, blue eyed female trotted softly to the crest of the short rise.

Her body was streamlined for speed and strength, her triangular white tipped ears pricked to listen to the sounds of the forest. She stopped quite suddenly, her head turning side to side, trying to locate what she sensed was near. For a brief moment, she’d caught a whiff of something on the wind, and was puzzling it out. Her beautiful dark brown coat was smooth and yet fluffy, with a puffy full tail lying quietly behind her. There were gold and silver accents to her fur, and in the moonlight she almost glittered like a jewel. A small breeze stirred, bringing new smells from the small valley below to her sharp nose, and her gaze immediately fixed on the black shape sitting quietly below her.

The fetching female stared at the handsome black wolf, standing briefly, her paws dancing slightly beneath her, before she sat back down with a soft yip, her puffed tail settling beside her haunches. The male stood and walked to her slowly, carefully taking in her sight and smell as he made his way up the short hill to her. His head and ears lowered, tail raised to about half mast, he moved past her, taking her in as he moved in a circle about her. Her head followed him as he made his circuit, her bright blue eyes following him in the dark. The dark male carefully moved in closer to sniff at her haunches; the spicy floral scent was hers, after all. Having ascertained her identification, he approached her face on, sniffing at her full collar of soft fur, then sitting in front of her, curling his own tail to his side. The two gazed at each other in silence under the full October moon.

After what seemed like a long time, the female stood and turned to look back at the dark male, as if asking him to follow. He also stood, his eyes watching as she trotted off into the darkness of the woods, her poofed, white tipped tail raised high like a muted flag for him to chase. The black wolf trotted after her, watching her melt into the treeline; he could see her tail but he was following her rich scent; he would know that smell now anywhere.

Knowing he was following, the female glanced back once and then took off at a gallop, breezing into the darkness of the woods and weaving between trees. She’d heard a little huff of surprise behind her when she took off, but she could hear his heavy paw beats following, and knew he was still with her. She ran faster, outpacing him some, glorying at the feel of the wind whipping past her fur. She heard a little growl of annoyance behind, and knew he was working to keep up with her. Her pink tongue lolled out in a triumphant toothy grin, as she streaked through the dark forest, leading him to Maker knew where. He would follow though; there was something intoxicating about her that made him stick to her trail like a burr.

She came to a large stream, lit and sparkling like diamonds before them as it wound through the trees like a pale grey ribbon. The she-wolf sped up, bunched her muscles and leapt the stream in one bounding stride, landing lightly on the other side and continuing her sprint to the other stand of trees. The black male slowed, a little more hesitant about leaping the wide channel, but did his best to clear the water as gracefully as she had. He landed just shy of the shore with a resounding splash. He climbed out of the water a little shamefacedly, shaking out his fur quickly and hoping she hadn’t seen that. He heard a soft chuff from just inside the tree line and saw two luminescent blue eyes dancing with laughter gazing back at him. Ducking his head slightly in embarrassment, he gave a short bark of annoyance and took off like a shot to follow her. She whirled away, back to leading him on the mystery path.

She ran a bit longer, and over the trees the male wolf caught the soft smoky scent of a home, dim lights glowing in the distance. He wondered where she was leading him, whether they would be safe in the company of humans? He had no idea what to expect, but he instinctively knew he could trust the beautiful she wolf. He saw her gait slow to a trot and she turned her head back to him, waiting for him to catch up. When he got to her side, he gazed at the small log cabin sitting quietly in the small pasture, the light pouring from the windows inviting and warm. The two wolves sat side by side for a moment, merely watching the smoke rise from the stone chimney, their eyes reflecting back the light in little sparks and flashes. After minutes passed, the female glanced over at the black wolf, stood and walked to the cabin door.

The door was cracked open, not latched. She nosed it fully open so she could walk inside, her paws placed so softly she moved silently. Her nose pulled at the scents, finding nothing but the old aroma of humans, long gone. She heard a soft creak of the floor boards and knew that the male had followed her into the small house. Turning back she made eye contact, and whuffed softly to indicate they were all clear. The black wolf curled his body back to shove the door shut, and then padded over to her.

Closing in on her, he lightly ran his muzzle beside hers, passing down the lines of her body, stopping to sniff her cute butt carefully, then moving to come back. She wagged her tail and watched him as he took in her smell, a smile on her face as her tongue lolled out, knowing he found her enticing. The male carefully nuzzled at her, pressing his weight into her soft silky fur and licking at her face, her ears, as she closed her eyes and allowed his affection. He growled softly and pressed her to the floor with his weight, chuffing a little in a chuckle as she rolled to her side, her paws up and a happy grin on her face. He buried his snout in her neck fir, nudging at her and wagging his tail excitedly, finally lying down facing her, his black muzzle on the floor before her. His deep brown eyes bore an expression of soft love, and he crawled even closer to her, snugging his body next to her.

The two lay huddled next to each other, taking turns licking and sniffing at each other, the warm fire crackling in the hearth. After some time passed, their fur faded, their forms elongated and both wolves took on a human form, lying naked and snuggled together. The black furred male was now a handsome, tanned, black haired man, his rich brown eyes staring back into the blue eyes of the woman before him. Her face was surrounded by lush brown curls, the sparkles of gold and silver within the mane shining with the fire light, her long, lean body pulled closely to his own, warm and welcoming.

She smiled softy at the man, and murmured, “Hello you.”

He smiled back at her and answered in his low, rich baritone, “Hello.”

“Fancy meeting you in the woods, this crisp Halloween night.” She smirked at him, showing a single dimple. She felt his hand tentatively touch her hip, running up her side to her arm, then moving slowly back down to graze her thigh.

“What’s ’Halloween’, General?,” he murmured back to her, his smile one of ironic curiosity. She loved bringing up mysterious Earth colloquialisms, and they always had to ask for explanations.

“It’s the one night of the year when the veil between the living and dead is so thin, the dead can pass freely and walk among the living. And ghouls and monsters are free to roam,” she explained patiently, her own hand extending to run her fingers lightly up his muscled chest.

“I see…so you’re saying that’s why we were running around tonight, in wolf form?” His hand gently explored beneath her arm, brushing past her breast, the thumb tracing softly over the nipple, making it rise and stiffen at his touch.

“You tell me. Is this a dream, or is this real?,” she whispered, leaning forward ever so slightly to touch his lips with her own. He inhaled rather sharply at her soft contact, but kissed her back eagerly. He suddenly pulled his body as closely to hers as he could get, rolling her onto her back as he gently rested part of his weight across her, keeping one hand free for exploration and caresses. His hand traveled down her abdomen, to the shallow trough at the top of her groin, then further south as his fingers teased their way between her thighs.

“I’m not sure if this is a dream…give me a bit longer to decide,” he murmured in her ear, reaching forward to nibble at it lightly. She shuddered in response, her breath coming out in something of a giggle and squeak. Her response made her shift her position, her legs opening to brace herself against the tickle of his bite. He took full advantage, his fingers ghosting over her warm, wet center carefully, and he smiled to himself as she replied with a low moan of need. He carefully drifted the tips of his fingers through her moisture, then slowly inserted one finger inside of her, feeling her arch against him, welcoming his touch within her. Moving his thumb higher, he made gentle, assertive circles around her clit, feeling her body tremble with arousal.

Her head went back as she raised her chin, taking in a breath of air like a racer trying to recover. Her voice came out in a strangled growl as he slipped another finger inside, slowly but surely thrusting them, hooking them slightly to rub on the soft, spongy node that would send her over the edge. Primer couldn’t help but smile at her reaction to his touch, and he bent his head to kiss along her jaw, down her neck to her collarbone, his soft lips ghosting along the depression made beneath the bone. He loved the little noises she made when he gave her pleasure. He loved touching her, taking in her spicy floral scent as well as her light musk of arousal. Primer continued to circle her clit with just the right amount of pressure, feeling her sex engorging at his stimulation, readying itself for a climax. Drawing himself further down on her body, he gently pulled her nipple into his mouth, sucking lightly at the sensitive bud and feeling her hands move up the side of his face to drag her fingers through his black hair. He could feel her tremble as her orgasm drew closer, and he increased the pressure on her G spot with the pads of his fingers, tapping at it lightly then almost pulling at it, both watching and listening to her response for cues to success at his work.

“Come on Lara, come for me,” he said with a low, somewhat gravelly order. “I want to feel you come on my fingers.” His kisses traveled down her torso, over her abdomen, until he was nestled between her thighs, one hand on her lower abdomen, the other working to give her pleasure and bring her to the edge. He took a moment to admire the view, sighing in contentment at her silky folds. “You’re so beautiful, Lara. So wet for me, so ready for this. Let me kiss you and you can come on my face and my fingers.”

Lara made brief eye contact with him, nodding breathlessly, her head rocking back as he bent to kiss her, pulling her clit softly between his lips. She gasped as his tongue ever so gently rasped over the surface of her sensitive nub, and moaned as he sucked harder, his goatee tickling her skin lightly as he buried his face in her center. She felt him remove his fingers for a brief moment, as he ran his tongue lightly through her folds, tasting her excitement, moaning slightly at her exquisite flavor. Her back arched as he fucked her with his tongue, thrusting it deeply within her, lapping up her juice like it was the water of life.

“God, Primer, you’re absolutely sending me tonight!,” she groaned. He responded with a light chuckle against her clit, the vibrations suddenly causing her to spill over the cusp of her climax. He felt her body clench on his fingers, as she arched her back and cried out in ecstasy, the contractions of her walls squeezing and caressing him as her moisture increased.

Primer worked to catch it all, lapping at her gently, working to not overstimulate her. He sat up on one elbow, watching as Lara fought to catch her breath, her chest heaving softly. “Maker, you’re beautiful when you come,” he said watching her hungrily. He wiped at his face quickly, moving back up to kiss her, the tang of her arousal on his tongue.

Their kiss was soft but passionate, long and loving. Had an observer seen the pair, they’d have known instantly the two were deeply fond of each other, if not completely, wholly enamored. Lara’s hands traced down Primer’s sides, feeling the muscles ripple beneath the skin, feeling the definition of ribs beneath the surface, passing finally over his strong hips and grasping lightly at his tight glutes. One hand splayed open over an exquisitely shaped bun, the other reached beneath him to grasp his hard, erect shaft, sliding down its length to graze over the silky head. Primer gave a little grunt that elongated into a needful sigh, his hips pushing into her hand the tiniest fraction, indicating how badly he wanted her touch. She gave him a couple of slow, tantalizing pumps while they kissed, a small growl escaping her throat as Primer lightly bit her lower lip, pulling at it and letting it go with a small pop. Lara thumbed the moisture of his precum over the tip of his swollen shaft, feeling the slickness and knowing what he wanted to do without even asking.

Primer sat up on his knees, grabbing her hips softly and tugging her to a kneeling position on all fours. He smiled softly at the view before him of her muscled back, her tight little backside on display, her sex open for him. He ran a hand gently up the skin of her back, reveling in the silky texture as he brought it back to grasp her hips. Primer leaned over her, kissing up the terrain to the back of her neck, reaching up to brush her curls out of the way. His tip dragged through her warm wet folds and he felt her tense slightly, then lean into him, her need for him obvious. He reached back, grasping himself to guide his cock into her, slowly giving her the tip, then when he felt her relax, he pushed in, sheathing his cock in her depths. He felt Lara push back against him, welcoming him, lowering her upper torso to the floor like a stretching wolf.

Primer started to thrust, pulling himself back to near half removal, then heaving forward gently, savoring the feel of every centimeter of contact with her walls. He held her hips to himself firmly, his movement getting stronger and faster over time. The clone closed his eyes in satisfaction at the feel of her tight, warm sex as he rode her, the frenulum of his cock rubbing her in just the right spot even as his width stretched her deliciously. He heard her moan as she responded to him with her body, reaching her own hand back to stimulate herself, as his action started to send tremors through her. Primer was thrusting hard enough now that his balls were slapping against her hand and she removed it to let his own power bring her to a climax.

Primer’s voice growled lowly as he pounded her from behind. “Can you give me more than one, Lara? I want to face you, too. I want to come in you, take you like this, and then do it again, so I can see your face as I make you come again.”

“Anything for you, Primer. I want you however you want to take me,” she gasped back at him. “But you better hurry, because I’m about to fall to pieces on you.” Her voice came out in a rather choked sob, the way he filled her making her insides throb.

“Good, shatter on me then, come on my cock. I want to feel you.” He thrust into her somewhat more slowly, ending the action with a strong smack of his hips and balls on her thighs and clit. He felt Lara tense, her body suddenly clenching around him, enveloping his shaft in a tight embrace as she gave out a low growl that became something more of a roar. Her sounds sent him over the edge and he sucked in a breath of air, feeling the surge of his orgasm start in his balls, rushing forward to spill into her in hot pearlescent ropes. He gave her a few more tender thrusts as he laid himself over her back, his hands reaching forward to cup her breasts as he murmured to her, wanting a kiss. Lara turned her head back to him, meeting his lips with her own, her action tightening her body’s grip on his cock still inside of her. He moaned softly into her kiss, savoring the feel of her before pulling out.

Primer’s hands gently guided her to lay down, cuddling her to him as he kissed her mouth, her cheek, her jaw, down her neck. Maker, he could fuck her until he died. It was hard for him to put words to how he actually felt about her, how completely she dominated his world. He’d served by her side for years, followed her into the mud and blood and dirt, protected her, obeyed her, advised her, dreamed of her. The day she’d finally given in to their mutual need for each other, he’d felt he could never top the primal need for her body. But he’d been wrong. Chasing her through the woods on four legs, both tasting and smelling her scent, feeling her soft fur - if she’d given him half the chance he’d have taken her in wolf form. All the same, there was nothing about Lara that didn’t drive him mad with need and want. There was nothing he couldn’t imagine doing that wouldn’t end in the feeling of completion, of bonding with her at some molecular level that he couldn’t even wrap his mind around.

They both lay together, hands exploring lovingly, thumbs gently flicking at stiff nipples, feeling them snap back into place in response to their passing. They kissed each other like one or both of them was headed to the gallows, a desperate, almost frantic snogging that only drove them to higher levels of arousal. It didn’t take long for Primer to get hard again, and he rather assertively mounted her, guiding himself into her with an emphatic shove that buried himself into her slick pussy once more. He let out a long sigh and leaned down to rest his forehead against hers.

“I love you so much, Telperion Laurelin,” he whispered, his breath ghosting over her face. “You’re never just Lara to me. You’re so much more… you’re my whole soul, the fire that drives me. I’d follow you into hell and fight every devil that tried to touch you.”

Lara laughed softly, a little smile of humor on her face beneath him. Primer’s eyes flashed open and he pulled back slightly, looking at her with a touch of betrayal. “What, you don’t believe me?”

“I believe you, Primer. Completely,” she said with her soft drawling accent. “That was just so lyrical and…poetic. And appropo for Halloween. I bet we could wrangle up a few devils if you want to demonstrate…,” she said with a snicker.

“Here I am, professing my love for you, and you’re laughing at me!,” his voice deeply disgruntled.

Lara reached up to kiss him and he jerked back so she couldn’t catch his lips, his eyebrow arched in a snarky look. He shifted his weight and pulled out of her almost completely, stopping at her cry of surprise and dismay. She moved to grab him with her hands and he moved just as quickly to pin her arms by her side, smiling now with a naughty gleam in his eye. “Laugh at me will you?,” he said with a snarl.

“Dont be like that! Come on Primer you can’t promise me the prize and then snatch it away from me!,” her tone petulant and annoyed. He simply gazed back at her, pushing his cock back in only an inch at a time, teasing her with the thought of him filling her up but making her wait now. Her gaze softened and she stopped struggling, staring into his warm brown eyes. “I’m sorry. I love you, Primer. You’re the very fuel I live on. The fire to my coal, the steam to my power plant. Now I need you to pile drive my pistons and send this little rocket into orbit.” Her eyes sparkled with mirth, waiting to see his response.

After a moment of absorbing her utter nonsense, Primer shook his head, his shaggy top length of hair flopping slightly. He leaned down and kissed her for a long moment, delicately, then pulled away to stare in her eyes with his own narrowed. “On second thought, just be quiet and let me fuck you until there’s no room in your brain for silly garbage like that. I’m half surprised something like, ‘give me your bald headed yogurt slimer’ didn’t just come out of that pretty mouth,” he finished as she cackled with laughter.

“I’ll have to remember that one!,” she giggled. “Assault my pink palace, Sir Knight of the Summer Sausage.”

“Okay is that a big sausage or a little one? I’m trying to decide if I should be offended,” he asked, giving her a couple of thoughtful thrusts.

“Oh for you? Huge, of course,” she said with a little wink. “The compliments will get better the harder you give it to me.”

“Fair enough,” he said with a small growl. Primer started to take his assignment seriously, riding her hard, reaching for a place so deeply within her he hoped it rearranged her insides. He was cheered on by her moans and sighs, the way she arched her back, the pink flush that crept up her neck to her cheeks as he pleasured her body. Reaching back he pulled a leg over his shoulder and ran his hand down the back of her thigh, tracing along her backside to where they were joined. His fingers grazed over the feel of his slick cock thrusting into her wet sex, then trailed back to her other entrance, touching her softly, feeling her suddenly contract in surprise at his touch. “You like that?,” he asked her gruffly, the rough voice of the wolf peeking through.

Lara nodded her head jerkily, savoring the feel of his rough fingers over her opening. She arched as he pushed a finger in gently, advancing to the second knuckle, then burying it to his hand, thrusting it in and out even as he did. “Fuck, Primer!,” she cried out. She gasped as her body suddenly bucked, her orgasm rocketing through her unexpectedly, her hands grabbing, clawing at his back as she fought to meld their bodies into one. Her powerful climax caught him by surprise and sent him over the edge, slamming his cock into her as deeply as he could, feeling his own finish grip him powerfully by the balls as everything clenched, spilling himself inside of her with a cry.

He rocked her with a few more thrusts, relishing the warm, wet feel of her pussy still spasming lightly around his cock, pleased that he’d filled her up with his cum. He slowly pushed into her one more time, then bent down to kiss her once more, before collapsing by her side. She rolled to face him, letting him pull her closer to share their warmth. They laid staring into each other’s eyes, sharing each other’s breath, while Primer gently caressed her, nuzzling her like a wolf would its mate.

Lara sighed, accepting his touch, closing her eyes at the feeling of contentment at his care. “It’s the wee hours of the morning. We have one last thing to do before the veil closes.”

“What’s that,” he murmured.

Smiling, she sat up and rose to all fours, unconcerned about his juices leaking down her inner thighs. She looked into his eyes brightly, and he saw her change come over her, her soft, silky fur returning as she resumed her wolf form. Primer sat up and followed suit. The two padded to the door of the cabin, nudging it open with their noses, then broke into a lope into the dark woods. Primer followed her once again, her scent now fully mingled with his. She ran and ran, as if it was a joy to her, streaking through the underbrush like there were no barriers. Eventually she came to a promontory overlooking a glittering lake, slowing to a trot, then stopped to sit near the edge. The full moon of Halloween was lower in the sky, but still bright enough to illuminate the terrain below them. Her puffy tail tucked next to her haunches, her bright blue eyes turned to Primer’s rich brown set. Giving him a toothy wolf grin, Lara suddenly threw her head back and let out a beautiful, silvery howl.

Primer watched her for a moment, dropping to sit on his haunches next to her, listening to her mellow alto voice echo across the lake, rippling across the tree tops beyond. He heard an answering whinny from down below as a herd of horses challenged, the stallion letting the wolf know not to come near. Primer marveled at her beauty, even as a wolf she was so stunning she made his heart ache. Panting softly and chuffing, he suddenly raised his muzzle in the air and let out a howl with her, their voices mingling in the night air, their breath misting before them in the chilly darkness.

As the veil started to close on the night of All Hallows Eve, the ghosts, ghouls, goblins, and myriad of beasts and monsters moved back to their respective homes. The trick or treaters were long settled in their beds, dreaming ghostly dreams of skeletons, witches and werewolves. Lara and Primer sat side by side on the promontory listening to the cries and calls of the night, adding their voices to the chorus. When the barest hint of the new dawn licked at the sky, the two wolves turned and slipped into the woods, trotting happily into the receding darkness. The dawn would find their true forms huddled together on the thick, deeply piled rug before her couch, sleeping peacefully with Primer’s arms wrapped protectively around her. It would never matter what form the two lovers took, he would always be there to protect her, follow her on any adventure, or lay down his life for hers. The memory of their vocal harmony echoed in his mind, his eyes finally opening at the brightness of the day to the sound of a final, echoing howl.

“Even a man who is pure in heart and says his prayers by night, may become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms and the autumn moon is bright.” - Curt Siodmak, The Wolf Man (1941)

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