It had been awhile since he had seen one in this part of the forest, but when the humans stopped killing them, they had slowly migrated back into the area. Now the bears were a nuisance; they were extremely territorial and they don't like to share. Well, hopefully this one will keep walking and pass them by, but he knew deep down, it wouldn't. Bears treated campsites like an instant snack source, which the foolish humans just kept providing.The bear finally caught wind of him along with the food, it started growling and huffing. Stercus! That damn thing wants to fight instead of passing by. Well, there goes the healing process. I hope this one isn't one of the big ones, maybe I can just growl a few times and it'll get the idea that this is one campsite it will have to give up on. He slowly got up and slithered out of the tent, making sure he didn't disturb her. He didn't want her to panic and scream. That usually just pissed off the bear and made the screamer a target. He wanted to
The bear shuddered and let loose one last spasm of fight, but it was over. The bear fell to the ground, carrying Damien with it. They landed with a huge thud; as almost three thousand pounds of muscle and bone combined hit the ground. Damien had twisted his body along the bear's side to keep from getting smashed. He kept his hold on the bear until he was absolutely sure it was dead. When he couldn't feel a heart beat for several seconds, he let go. There was a slurping wet sound as he removed his muzzle from inside the wound. He had done it!! He had killed the beast! Commodum habitus es Asinus! I own your ass!He was so relieved that he had killed the bear and saved her from certain death. He was so proud of himself that he went right to the tent flap and stuck his head inside to share his joy. A beam of light suddenly blinded him and then she screamed and passed out. O Stercus! He had just scared her right out of her mind. He felt like a complete dumbass, Asinus stultissimus; yep, th
"Wha-" she squeaked, cleared her throat, tried again."What happened to your wounds? They are almost completely healed. Your eye is normal. That shouldn't be able to happen over night. The hole is sealed; grown back. How?"He shrugged with his eyebrows. Still not daring to move anything more. Then she turned and looked at what remained of the grizzly, waving her hand in the general direction of the carcass."And this? How? Nothing's meaner than a grizzly."Again, he shrugged with his eyebrows. She took a tentative step towards him. He scooted back on his belly, keeping the same distance between them.That made her stop. She looked into his eyes and understood what was happening. He was scared of her, or more accurately, for her. He didn't want to show anything but utter submission to this woman. Her vision blurred as her eyes overflowed with tears. This great big giant of a wolf had not only saved her life, but he was trying to make peace with the fact that he had scared her senseless
His only response was to croon softly, causing her blood to run fast for a few seconds. Then he stopped when he realized what effect that was having on her. Ever so slowly, he stood up and backed away from her, standing just out of arms' reach.He stared off into the deep forest, listening to the birds as they began to sing again. Just having that much space between her and him, felt like a chasm had opened up in the earth. She didn't like that feeling at all. She wanted to touch him again, have him touch her again. When she started to reach for him, he curved his body away from her outstretched hand and took another step away, just to make sure."Don't. I want to touch you. I have to touch you. I feel so empty when we can't touch."Her eyes began to water and she sniffled. He saw it out of the corner of his eye. He hung his head down to the ground, his nose almost touching the pine needles.The thoughts racing through his mind were almost too much to comprehend. How could he forget w
He brought his head back up, and looked at her with a 'who? me?' expression."Jesus Christ!! I thought I was having a hard time trying to fight off 24 years of cultural stigma of doing anything with you, but then I see that. My God!! That wouldn't fit, even if I wanted to!"He let her blow off some steam. He knew that actually, it would fit. Several past experiences had taught him that. As a matter of fact, there was that one woman in his past who absolutely adored it, no, craved it! What was her name... Catherine? Then he had a mental flashback of her face. Whew! Gods! She had been ugly, but she loved to fuck her beasts. Then he remembered that she had graduated to horses and he had left before he became twisted. No way was he going to take sloppy seconds from some stallion. The hiss from his left let him know that his ruminations of the past just might get him in trouble again. He looked at her to see what she was hissing at. Oops. Once more the shaft retreated into its sheath."Is
Those long legs that seemed to make him float above the ground, not across it, and then there was the package. Rather large, with shiny black skin and that very long sheath. Hiding the bright red shaft that seemed to grow in size the every time she looked at it or thought about it. Now the blush was really creeping up her neckline.He could smell her fresh scent. She had cleaned up before changing clothes and returning to him. He didn't mind, not really, but the less adulterated her real scent, the happier he was. Just before reaching the door to the cabin, the breeze shifted and the smell of exited female wafted to his nostrils. They flared, and he dropped the pack to take in as much of that smell as he could. Then he slowly turned around and gave her that 'I'm hungry for you, too' look. She stopped dead in her tracks. How had he known she was thinking that?"Are you reading my mind?"He stopped and stared at her for a moment. Then he deliberately pointed his muzzle at her crotch and
He had already accidentally let her into his mind once, just the jumbled surface, and she had seen a glimpse of HIM, not the body, but of his pure self. She had seen a little of what he truly was and it had nearly wrenched her from this world and sent her to the afterlife. It had been unintentional on his part; that meant she must have some minor ability at communicating on a level most humans think of as parlor magic tricks. With her sensitivity to emotions and surface thoughts, forcing anything into her psyche could do serious harm. He had to be very careful if he was going to do this.She watched him go completely still, his eyes glazing over, staring into a distance that was far beyond the walls of the cabin. She had seen that look before, in her grandfather's eyes when she had asked him what it had been like during the war. And just like in that afternoon with her grandfather, she could feel a chill in the air. He had gone to a place in his mind that must have been very lonely and
She fought the urge to throw up. She took several deep breaths, finally calming her insides down. She sat up slowly and took another small sip from the canteen. Feeling herself return to almost normal after a few minutes, she finally tried her voice again."What was that? I was looking through your eyes, wasn't I? You were a Roman soldier, weren't you? That giant black wolf attacked you and you killed it. It infected you with something that turned you into this, didn't it?"Her voice was barely above a whisper; hoarse from her ragged breathing and the screams she hadn't heard ripping out of her throat.Damien nodded his head, not quite meeting her gaze. He took a deep breath and slowly let it out through his nose. He was relieved that his effort to keep the deeper emotions and the raw pain of his experiences from overwhelming her had succeeded. Still, he could tell she was drained from the experience. He needed to give her time to truly comprehend the full ramifications of what he ha