A Mate From The Past

The First Corpse

Richard draped his woman with arms shaped by a life of arduous work over his chest in amorous embrace. Their mouths met, and between their lips, their tongues danced with fervour.

Experienced hands explored familiar bodies with a new purpose; Their touch fanned the sparks of their desire. Sabrina felt her lover's lust rising beneath her and caressed it through the meagre fabric of her dress with the velvet mound it sought.

Their breaths joined the vernal chorus of chirping birds and buzzing insects. Sabrina rose to perch upon Richard's thighs. Her brown hair flowed around her head as she beamed down at him. Her hands, placed on his chest, trembled with nervous excitement. One by one, beginning from the neck, she unfastened the buttons of Richard's ecru shirt where each button lay before she planted a light kiss.

Sabrina paused uncertainly. She could feel the wolf within her object; but decided she had it under control. Her hand was resting over the next button she needed to release, and Richard was gently stroked her thigh in encouragement.

Her nerve renewed, and she undid the button that released his engorged manhood. It sprang forth, unbound from its cloth captivity, and rested against Sabrina's ample left thigh. The turgid redness of it pressed against her emboldened Sabrina further. Grabbing the hem of her gossamer dress, she lifted it overhead.

Branch-filtered moonlight dappled Sabrina's full breasts. The engorged shaft pointing eagerly into the air as if drawn by their aphroditic beauty.

Using one hand, Sabrina grasped Richard's eager iron rod.

Guttural moans of pleasure escaped from Richard's throat, and the dense muscles of his torso clenched as ripples of pleasure radiated from his groin. It was his first time with Sabrina, and from all indications, it was to be memorable. Carnal longing overtook him, and he lurched forward. Effortlessly, he lifted the object of his desire. She clung to him, eyes wide with surprise. Her back met the soft threads of their gingham blanket as his supple lips pressed into hers.

He guided himself towards Sabrina's lust-moistened lips with an unversed hand. He pushed his swollen hardness against her soft mound. She shivered in anticipation but broke the silence.

"Please, be gentle."

Heeding her plea, Richard gradually penetrated her. The act pained Sabrina, but only just. She forgot the negligible pinch as a wave of pleasure crashed over each of them. One thrust came after another as the fervour overtook their bodies. Every movement of their bodies is another declaration of their lust for one another.

Their hands and lips explored familiar and unknown terrain. No part of their bodies remained untouched. Quickly, Sabrina's supple chest became their focus. Kneading hands and needful mouths descended on her bouncing breasts, releasing soft coos from her lips.

Youthful enthusiasm drove them on as they pursued the other's satisfying release.

"Stop, stop right now," Sabrina yelled suddenly, jumping away from Richard. Fear spread across the young man's face, keen to learn his error.

"I need to go," she said quickly. She could hear her wolf growing wildly within her; parts of her hand were already beginning to give way to fur.

"What? Why? Where are you going?" Richard asked desperately, his rod still shining from their combined fluids.

Sabrina didn't answer. She picked up her clothes from the ground and ran into the woods. Richard didn't understand what was happening, so he gave chase.

"Sabrina!" he screamed, trying desperately to catch up with her but finding himself falling behind her quick pace.

Sabrina's heart raced as she sprinted through the dense woods, the rhythmic pounding of her footsteps echoing in the silence of the night. The moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow through the tangled branches overhead. Her breath came in quick, ragged gasps, the chill in the air biting at her exposed skin.

The urgency that fueled her run was a mixture of fear and an inexplicable pull from deep within. Familiar sensations coursed through her veins as an ancient force awakened within her. The forest seemed to respond, the rustling leaves and whispering wind amplifying the energy surrounding her.

As she pushed deeper into the woods, shadows danced among the trees, creating an otherworldly ambience. Sabrina's senses heightened, capturing every rustle, every crack of a twig beneath her feet. The scent of damp earth and pine needles filled her nostrils, intensifying the struggle within her.

A low growl escaped her throat, startling her. She stumbled, her hands catching on the rough bark of a tree to steady herself. She was changing, and this time around, she couldn't control it. It had been four months since her last turning, and her wolf was not having it anymore. Panic set in as she felt the undeniable force altering her body. Claws extended from her fingertips, her nails elongating into razor-sharp points.

Sabrina's body convulsed, a searing pain ripping through her limbs. The moon above seemed to pulse in tandem with her transformation. She fell to her knees, the forest floor cool against her skin. Fur sprouted across her body, a soft coat of silver-grey enveloping her like a protective shroud.

The pain worsened as she tried not to scream, overtaken by a surge of raw power. Sabrina's eyes, once human, now glowed with an unnatural intensity. She stood on all fours, the transformation complete.

Richard froze as he heard a howl deep in the woods. Something else was out there.

"Sabrina!" he screamed. He needed to find his girlfriend.

On the other side of town, a muscular young man was sitting at the bar with a glass of whisky in front of him, his hands twitching as he tries to concentrate.

"He said all I need to do is focus," he mumbled.

"Focus, focus, and you won't turn," he continued.

"Hi there," one of the waiters smiled at him. He smiled nervously at her, trying to avoid a conversation.

"Is there something I can help you with, handsome," she asked, winking mischievously at him.

"Uhm, nothing, i'm alright," he responded quickly, turning his gaze away from her and trying to hide his twitching hands from her.

"You're a shy one, aren't you?" she laughed, pressing a napkin into his hand. He opened his hand to look at the napkin and found her number written on one end.

"I told you I was alright," he objected, throwing the napkin at her face and reaching for his whisky.

"You jerk," she yelled at him, snatching the napkin off the floor before anybody else figured out what had happened.

"Being a jerk is okay with me if it means avoiding sluts like you," he retorted, wishing she would just walk away and stop trying to annoy him.

"Damn you, you bastard," she cursed, walking away from him and back towards the staff area. He looked around and saw more than a few faces turning to look at him.

He needed to stay under the radar, picking fights at random bars was not helping this plan.

"I'm sorry," he apologised, raising his hands, before he took his last gulp of the whisky in the glass. He needed to get out of here.

"Kill her, you swine," he heard in the back of his head. His arm had begun twitching again, and his foot was hurting.

He threw his coat over his shoulders and headed for the exit. He had long overstayed his welcome here, and the consistent glares in his direction reinforced that knowledge.

He took one look at the waitress as he left the building, the fur crawling under his skin, stiffening his jaw as he forced himself to leave. He headed for the woods immediately after he was outside. It was already late, and the bar would be closed soon. He didn't hang around this late, but he felt he would be able to control his wolf this time.

"Focus, focus, focus," he mumbled, pinching himself as he hurried towards the woods, looking around to see if anybody was watching him.

He had been walking for what felt like an hour when he caught a scent in the air. It was a familiar one; the scent of blood, tender female skin.

It was too much for him. He fell to the ground, gasping as he lost control.

"No!" he screamed, trying to stop the transformation, but it was too late; he could see the fur and claws emerging.

"Hope that jerk didn't ruin your day," the bar owner asked as Barbara ended her shift.

"Not at all sir. It's nothing a beer and some gossip won't fix," she laughed, pushing the door open and stepping out into the cold night, already thinking of the warm sheets of her bed at home.

She dialled a number into her phone while she walked, hoping the person would pick up.

"Hi, Shirley. I'm on my way now. You'll have to pay me if you're asleep when I get home," she laughed as she hurried over to the yard to get into her car.

A movement in the corner of her eye caught her attention.

"Are you there?" the voice on the other end of the phone asked.

"I think there's someone....something following me," she whimpered, tears running down her eyes as she saw what looked like a large dog standing on its hind feet gaining on her.

"What? What do you mean following you? Hello?" Shirley yelled into the phone before the line went dead.