Chapter 5 Obsession

• I learned her kind called her Emily.
• I wanted her.
• I yearned for her.
• One night as she slept, I crawled onto her bed. I crawled over her and lowered my face over her. Taking in her scent.
• “What do you want, Wolf?” She asked huskily.
• I gave a low huff.
• She rose and went to a book she kept in a corner near the window. She flicked through a few pages.
• Finding one in particular, she murmured things I didn’t understand, and her hand began to glow like fire. Hints of a sunrise blooming around those. Until the room was lit. The night vibrant from her skin.
• I’d know idea what was happening, so I backed against a far wall. Wondering if she too, would hurt me for the things I yearned for.
• She walked to me, glowing like that. She lifted that hand.
• I instinctively knew it would burn me.
• But this is Emily. I couldn’t help myself. Pushing my nose against her hand was like burning alive.
• Everything hurt. My fur shuddered and some fell away. Still smoking. My paws felt like they melted to the floor.
• I collapsed, curling into a ball as I whined.
• She knelt near me and waited for the pain to pass.
• I climbed back up to sit before her.
• “Speak to me now, Wolf.”
• “I want you.” I made wolf sounds, but words moved from my mind to hers.
• “You are a wolf.” She said.
• “I don’t want to be.”
• “What do you want to be, Wolf?”
• “I want to be like you. I want to be with you.” I said impulsively. Uttering the desires of youth so carelessly. My body still shuddering from the pain of touching her.
• “If I give you what you want. There will be a cost.”
• “I want it.”
• “You will only be as I am part of the time.”
• “I don’t care.”
• I wanted it.
• I wanted to be like her.
• I want to be hers.
• She eyed me a moment and rubbed her chin thoughtfully. “If I make you into the same manner of being I am, you will become further and further from the creature you originally were. You’ll be bound to me.”
• I nodded solemnly. I didn’t care.
• I don’t want to be part of the monsters that had always banished me from their realms.
• She sighed. Closing her eyes. Inhaling softly.
• I saw bits of fragmented moonlight. Seeping in from around the shutters and the door. Creeping beneath the thatched roof of the hut until they reached her in tendrils that danced around her like tiny fey flapping beautiful wings. Tossing little sparks of moonlight over the floor in a vibrant shower. They rained over me. Each one burning like a searing rod. Making my skin sizzle.
• I rolled into a tighter ball. Cradling my snout between my paws to try to shelter it and my eyes from the damaging pain rending through me.
• But it was too late.
• Each tiny spark landed on me and worked through my fur. Burning through my skin and answering the bits of muscle where they lodged forever. Little shards of magic resting there like broken glass. Able to rip my muscles apart and alter bits of bone so I could take the longer, leaner form of a human male.
• By the time she was done, that’s who I was.
• ***
• She crouched before me. Her head tilted as she watched me suffering through the anguish.
• When it stopped, I shivered weakly. Waiting for the unending waves of pain to abate enough I dared move.
• When finally I rolled onto my stomach and unsteadily rose. I felt myself climbing far higher than I’d ever been able to, before.
• “There you are, My Fury.” She stood up to peer at me. Seeing that I towered over her. She tenderly stroked my chin which was now covered in rough whiskers surrounding my jaw and chin.
• She fingered the long scar running from one eyebrow, over my cheek and down to the corner of my mouth.
• “There you are…”
• “Em-Em…” I had to swallow because my throat felt hoarse. Trying to create words which were foreign to my throat.
• “Emily…” I breathed huskily.
• She smiled softly. “You are mine now…Forever.”
• She made love to me that night. Teaching me what it was.
• I was now a young man, and she relished in my bare body. Touching me in places that made my skin heat to the touch.
• “You’re so warm.” She breathed worshippingly. “Hard.”
• She danced her fingers from my collar. Down the wide planes of my chest, finding their way over the large rounded muscles on my stomach to reach my straining muscle jutting from the crux of my thighs. She scooped it and then wrapped her soft hand around it.
• I groaned in pleasure. Having never experienced anything so sweet as her touch.
• Like the softest fur stroking over my body.
• Everywhere she touched me, was like that.
• She reached down and lifted the hem of her nightdress. Pulling it up inch by inch. Revealing a curved bit of leg that I couldn’t resist the urge to touch.
• She had no fur and her skin was smooth. I caught it between my hands and slowly stroked it up between my palms. Bumping my fingers along something soft at the top, along the inside. Curious I slid the edge of my fingers along it.
• Hearing her voice getting breathy as she gave a soft moan.
• I liked that sound. It made the length at my thighs become so hard that it was nearly painful. Almost more than I could bear. I was dying to feel all that skin against me, all over me.
• I wanted her scent on me. So I could enjoy it later.
• And the smell she was generating right now, was musky, feminine and deeply alluring.
• I lowered before her to smell where it came from. Catching that smell and following it until my nose brushed along the crease between two soft lips that nearly mirrored those above. Soft, and full and yearning to be tasted.