Authors note: So I was unfamiliar with monsterfucking as a kink until one of my close friends asked me to write her this story. This was about half a year ago and since then I've seen and read some very hot stuff on this topic, I understand the appeal a lot more these day! SO I hope I did a good job, FWIW she enjoyed it. Let me know what parts you liked best!
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The forest at night felt older than the kingdoms built inside it because it was. The great trees that loomed large overhead were centuries old, firm and resolute.
Moonlight poured through the canopy in silvery ribbons, turning the mossy floor into a patchwork of dancing light and deep shadow. Enormous pines swayed in the wind, filling the air with their fresh scent, and somewhere far away an owl called once, then fell silent again.
Zali of Clan Quetzal crouched at the edge of the clearing, breathing in the scents of the wild—wet bark, cold stone, the musk of deer that had passed hours earlier. Her pale skin was covered in a thin layer of dirt from her foray into the ancient old-growth forest. She had been preparing the whole way. Zali look up at the full moon, hearing the howl of a moonwolf in the distance, a male in rut.
She closed her eyes and felt at one with the world. Then she transformed.
The shift was not painful anymore, not as it was when she first began her journey as a druid. She felt only power now. Bones lengthened. Muscles coiled. The world sharpened as her Moonwolf form took hold.
The clothes she wore were made from various pieces of the forest, and they fell to the floor as she shed her human skin. Her breasts shrunk slightly, her face elongated, she fell forward just as her legs and arms transformed. Then a burst of white fur erupted from every part of her skin, completing the transformation.
When she opened her eyes again, the forest had exploded into scent and motion. Her emerald eyes were the only giveaway that she was a beastshifter, as nearly all moonwolves had bright purple or blue eyes.
Every leaf spoke. Every animal track told a story. She sniffed at the ground around her, then looked up at the full moon, feeling her loins warming and preparing already.
She was not alone.
Remus emerged from between the trees—massive, silver-backed, moonlight catching in the thick fur along his shoulders. His eyes reflected the pale glow of the sky above. She had caught his scent before he had even emerged, she adored that rich musky scent he acquired at this time of the month.
For a moment neither moved.
Two wolves regarding each other in the quiet cathedral of the woods.
They began to circle.
Zali held his stare, wagging her tail high, wafting her pheremones into the air. Remus sniffed appreciatively as they danced.
She stopped for a moment and he froze as well. Then, a low growl, not a warning, but an invitation.
Then the tension broke suddenly like ice sheets on a warming spring lake.
She bolted into the trees and Remus gave chase.
The forest blurred around them as they ran—leaping fallen logs, splashing through shallow streams, scattering night birds into the air. Their paws barely touched the ground.
This was what the Moonwolf form was meant for: speed, instinct, freedom. It felt exhilarating.
Every now and then, Zali would make an error, tumbling into the earth, allowing Remus to close in. He would tumble and nip at her playfully sometimes, she lived for those moments. This dance was crucial to a healthy Moonwolf relationship, and Zali took her oath as a warden of nature seriously.
Plus, his tickles and light bites were so tantalizing….
Eventually the chase slowed near a meadow where flowers grew in great numbers, many of them glowed in various hues under the bright moon.
The wind shifted.
Something in the air changed—an instinct older than language. Primal, raw, real. The scent of what was to come.
Remus stepped closer.
Zali positioned herself facing away from him, shaking her posterior slowly and presenting to him. She felt his warm breath and tongue softly nuzzle and lick her vagina and anus. She growled softly in appreciation, a low hum that broke the quiet of the peaceful meadow.
With her human lovers, Zali always felt some trepidation, some uncertainty that could not be vanquished no matter how hard she tried or her partners reassured her. That didn’t exist here with Remus, she treasured this submission like nothing else in her life.
The world felt suddenly very small. Just the two of them. The moon overhead. The quiet breathing of the forest.
She could feel the heat of his body in the cold night air.
Their instincts guided what came next.
He licked a bit more, then sniffed her, apparently satisfied with the state of her wetness.
With a single fluid moment, he mounted her from behind, his penis warm and hard, poking at her entrance. She moved her hips a bit to allow him access, and began to pant as he slid in and out a few times.
Moonwolf reproduction was one of Zali’s favorite subjects, although she admittedly got much closer in her research than most druids did. What she and Remus had was a Lunar Bond, an ancient and ill-understood magic demonized by most of the Known World.
She didn’t care.
She laid there, mounted by Remus, enjoying the feeling of his thick cock growing larger and larger within her. Her breaths grew into a ragged pant. What came next was her favorite part.[More description]
She laid there, her small breasts being pushed rhythmically into the soft grass of the meadow. Their exertion was making the air shift and the intoxicating scent of their musks and the flowers filled the air.
Zali shifted slightly and Remus simultaneously bit down a little on her neck as a warning while pulling her deep onto him with his forepaws. His cock had been growing larger and larger within her, now he had started a steady pace, his large dangling balls slapping her clit over and over.
She moaned a low growl of delight and approval and Remus responded by quickening his pace. Her breaths grew into a ragged pant as she began to orgasm for the first time of the night.
It wouldn’t be the last.
What came next was her favorite part, what she fantasized about all month long between these breeding sessions…
Remus humped her faster and faster until he pushed deep one last time and held himself there. She could feel his cock pulsing a bit, then his knot fully engorged. He tugged it a little to ensure a tight seal. She was his. He turned around gingerly so they were facing away from each other, then he began to ejaculate. A steady, incredible pulsing began to fill her, right on the most sensitive part of her pussy, and she nearled fainted at the ecstasy of the moment.
She felt his warm seed leaking out from her as his thick cock throbbed endlessly, mercilessly.
It dripped down her legs as he continued to ejaculate. She was his bitch and he was breeding her. The throbs pulsed and pulsed, Zali found herself lost in the pleasure, orgasming over and over.
The forest was at peace and the night carried on around them.
Crickets resumed their steady rhythm. The wind moved through the pines again.
After nearly an hour, Remus’ cock and balls were finally sated. Zali was delirious with happiness at the entire event. Full moons were her favorite part of the month.
His softening cock and knot released finally, sliding out of her sensitive pussy all at once, she gasped a bit in pleasure at this final feeling. Then he began to lick her a little, completing the process. Her pussy was so sensitive she came one last time.
She was completely and utterly satisfied. She curled into a ball and he curled protectively around her.
Somewhere above the canopy, the moon hung full and patient over Aurelia’s endless garden.