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No Greater Gift
by Anima
"Come on dear, you'll be late for the dinner
party." Di called out to her husband Jules, who was
still in the bathroom. He mumbled a reply and staggered out a few moments
later.
"You look great hon. How late is this
thing supposed to go?" He asked, wincing as his beautiful
wife tightened his necktie a bit.
"I don't know, about 7:00 I think."
She said airily, flinging a gauzy scarf over her shoulders and
making for the door. Actually, the party ended up going until 9:00,
leaving the couple exhausted.
"This on top of a workday...oh man." Jules
groaned, cranking down his car window on the drive
home to keep him awake. Diana nodded in mid-yawn, having had a couple
drinks as well as too
little sleep. Whizzing by the neat rows of suburban dwellings, the
cadillac's gleaming hood
reflected the glow of the full moon. Jules saw and yet didn't see the
cratered disk nestled among
the clouds.
Diana had been married to a werewolf for three
years. Of course, her husband Jules hadn't
suffered from lycanthropy when she accepted his proposal; he contracted
it on their honeymoon
when a creature assaulted them in a Colorado state park. Both had wept
bitterly when the result of
that attack was discovered, but Di promised still to love her mate.
As with all things you live in
close proximity to, Jules' werewolfism gradually became an accepted
thing. On full moons, Jules
slept in the kitchen with a fridge full of raw meat. Gorging himself,
he would often slide into a torpor
until his true form returned. Only immediate family was aware of Jules'
'nightlife', and generally tried
avoiding the young couple.
Now, Diana and Jules stumbled into the house
and perpared only minimally for bed.
Comfortably naked, they settled into bed and immediately fell asleep.
Diana woke to the sense of wrongness, and
a quick glance at the clock produced a frustrated
moan from her. Midnight. She turned to check on Jules and stifled a
scream.
"No...no, oh Jules. We forgot--" Her love
was transformed, his frame covered in thick gray fur
and his face halfway between a wolf's and a man's. His gleaming green
eyes were watching her
intently as she held a hand to her mouth. The terrified woman had seen
him in this state before, but
had never been caught off guard like this, so close to him. Then she
remembered the meat.
"Jules, please...go!" She whispered, slowly
shifting towards the edge of the bed. His massively
muscled arm was there, keeping her close. The fur was soft and warm,
but no comfort at all. His
hand-paw stroked her nude flank, his leathery pads cool on her skin.
His warm breath drifted over
her face, carrying the scent of the man her husband was the majority
of the time. Diana tried to
push away, but Jules was preternaturally strong. He gathered her to
him, bringing his face in close
to hers. No scream escaped her lips as she had planned, only a tiny
squeak that was lost as the
beast kissed her. Wet fangs pressed against her gums, and his tongue
slavered across her face
and within her mouth.To her relief, the primal kiss didn't last. He
pulled back, and rose to his knees
on the bed. For a moment it appeared Jules was leaving the bed, but
he was only reversing his
position. Soon she shivered as the wolfman's cold nose snuffled along
her toes, whiskers
brushing and tickling her soles. Now she almost felt like giggling,
hoping against hope that her
husband could be gentle in this shape. Diana relaxed further when he
began licking her feet
tenderly, and settled back into her pillow. An odd warmth began creeping
up her body, prompting
her to check on her mate. For a moment, Diana's brain could not deal
with the image her eyes fed
into it. Her feet were inside Jules, engulfed in his muzzle. And more
was following. Now she did
scream, but no one was around to hear. Horrified, she sat up and grasped
her calves, trying to pull
herself out of the wolf's jaws. But a powerful suction defeated her
efforts, and drew a few more
inches of human flesh inside Jules. Diana began sobbing as she watched
herself vanish into the
sultry warmth of the thing she called husband.
"Jules! Please, don't do this! If you can
hear me...don't..." Her voice trailed off into a whimper as
the creature ignored her sounds of distress. Oh yes, it it wasn't for
the fact that she was about to die,
she would've been quite comfortable. The creature's throat tissue was
velvety soft and very warm,
seemingly not tight at all. In fact, as more of her body was drawn
into the wolf and presented no
real problem to him, she concluded a kind of magic must be helping
him expand. Jules' neck was
bulging with the her lower legs, gray skin showing beneath the fur
as his flesh stretched over hers. It
thickened further when her knees passed the beast's wet lips. Slimy
warmth wrapped her like a
blanket as she sank further, a slight tightness telling Diana her feet
had just passed through into
her husband's ribcage. Like a volcano, Jules' stomach growled and rumbled
beneath her. He
licked her thoroughly with his smooth tongue, coating her skin with
saliva and ensuring a smooth
trip down. The mere suction of his constant gulping was no longer enough
to keep Diana sliding
down his gullet, so new action was needed. Jules slid his legs off
the bed and crouched at the foot
of the bed. With a shove forward, Diana found herself pinned against
the oak headboard. With this
brace, her slim body vanished even faster. Wriggling her toes, the
prey felt a sphincter give
around them and welcome her into a sticky chamber. A couple minutes
later, she felt the inner
surface of Jules' stomach against the soles of her feet. It was pulpy
and had a kind of rippled
texture...slime oozed from the stomach walls and squelched up between
her toes. Rasping his
tongue across Diana's alabaster thighs, the creature that Jules had
become drooled in
anticipation and swallowed urgently. He paused a moment to tongue her
sex curiously, making
Diana's teary eyes widen.
'Oh no...not that too! Please, that would
be too much.' As if hearing her thoughts, Jules just gave
her vulva a lingering lick-kiss before his throat rippled around her
in another monstrous swallow.
Little whimpers of hunger escaped his lips around her waist, betraying
the animalistic urge to stuff
her lovely body, whole and alive, into his guts. Inch by inch Di slid
deeper inside her lover, her
waist was enveloped only a moment before her breasts slid out of sight.
By now, Jules was lying
mostly on the bed and using his paws to shove the huge piece of food
down into his belly. Diana
blacked out briefly, and awoke to more of the same darkness. A rhythmic
thrumming that seemed
to fill her skull proved to be her soulmate's heartbeat, communicated
easily through the tissue
surrounding her. Diana's fingertips wiggled in the relatively cool
air outside the wolfman's body,
and she could feel her buttocks squished comfortably against the bottom
of the stomach. The
stomach waiting impatiently to finish engulfing her. Pulsing in excitement,
the sphincter rippled up
over her head and closed around her arms. Soon a series of gulps pushed
her limbs inside as
well, and the process was complete. Shivering walls of hot flesh pressed
against her everywhere
in regular pulses, coating her body with a mixture of slime and mild
acid. It was not yet burning her,
but Diana was under no illusions that this would last. Using the last
breath of air she possessed,
wife addressed husband.
"Gee, I never thought we could get any more
intimate...shows how much I know. I forgive you
love... It was both our faults. I give you my body again, my last gift
to you..." Her words were barely
audible from within the beast, muffled by layers of muscle and slimy
tissue.
Jules reset his jaw, relaxed and stroked his
quivering gut, a smile on his lupine features. A quiet,
liquid gurgle signalled the start of digestion. It had been a glorious
meal. Belching loudly, the
wolfman rolled onto his side with some difficulty and drifted off to
the sleep of a well-sated
predator. If only every meal could be like this.
[Enjoy the story? Feel like hanging me by my toenails on six-inch rusty
nails? Send all feedback to Yaounde3@hotmail.com I'm always looking
for a good idea for a plot, so if you have one, run it by me! I'll be sure
to give you due credit in any product I turn out. Or maybe I'm being presumptious.
Purrs, Anima. :K) ] |
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