The Wolflan King

Kisses and Thrills

Lilith

Wow.

I mean, Wow. 

I had never kissed anyone before; Lunach definitely knew what he was doing.

An acute annoyance began to quake through my limbs, strumming a chord, never sung, never even uttered. My skin felt remarkably frail, ready to unravel as I cried out, inevitably destroying the bare threads that remained. The moonlight penetrated my soul, kissing the pain away, protecting and blessing me at the same time. 

*What's my name?

*Say it.

*Dig deep.

*Lilith, say my name!

"Galadriel!"

Everything went dark, and abruptly it was just the two of us. 

Wolf and Woman. 

Galadriel, strange, that name sounded awfully masculine... So, she was a he, the fire that kindled?

*There are no female wolf genii. No woman has ever been chosen; none acquired the strength to persevere on the path to the ascended. 

*Until you. 

He was silent for a moment, and when Galadriel engaged me again, I could see the blue fire that flushed within, reflecting in his menacing irises. 

*No one will ever touch you again. With me, weakness dies. So prepare yourself, Princess, this won't be pleasant, and it's not in my nature to be gentle. 

Bearing down, I braced for whatever was going to happen next. Barely a second passed before Galadriel, and I collided immortally tethered in an unbreakable bond. We were imprinting. 

 My blood boiled as frayed bones cracked, splintering in unimaginable agony as I crunched down against the hard sediments lying beneath. 

I needed to release the change, the despondency. And just then, as my lips spread apart, my feminine voice altered, transforming into a thorn-riddled roar. 

Knee bound with my elongating head swung towards the sky, a patch of dense brush grew and carpeted my entire body. Galadriel was a King of beasts, and his power was staggering. Together we were unstoppable. 

During the transition, I could glimpse the past.

Our past. 

Wolflan's were an ancient breed that dated back to the beginning, before Destiny, the cosmic designers, and even the creatures of the azure. On the Moonlands, wolves were the dominating species. An elder council made of fierce pelts and menacing paws had convened for centuries. They were the ultimate power. 

To go against the Ancients' was a fool's errand. It had never been done. No one had much reason to, but the time for nimble thinking was at an end. 

A new era approached, and its forefeet slapped against this earthen body, ripping the pliable tissue to shreds.

This sensation was so novel and unparalleled. The lunar genus empowered every limb bulging with superior valor. I could barely separate Galdriel's desires from my own. A growing hunger was apparent on both sides of the host. 

 I craved the hunt. 

*Galadriel

Oh, yes!

How long has it been since I've been mated? The bond of the wolf and the hostess was indescribably euphoric. Five thousand years I've waited, just a king despairing in the depths of twilight. 

But, no longer. 

She is more beautiful than I remember, my Lilith. It was I who carried her away from the Spider Queens corruption. Men have always had a habit of thinking with their d***s. Gods are no different, at least in the beginning. There is a process of maturity in all beings. To become great, first, we must be brave enough to make a mistake. Success never comes at the first stroke. 

Opus is a funny thing; what began at the tips of your fingers can so easily wind up in the palms of another. Hands that sneer as everything you build crumbles to the ground. 

How many grinned atop my burial mound? How many underestimated the magnificent beast Galadriel Pale Water?! The broken mantle will be remade; a crown shattered will rise again, dripping in muddy essence feasting on retribution and crimson flora. 

Leaping above the ocean of dunes with one short fissure, I had awakened a pair of wings unfurling as divine as an eagles, piercing through layers of marrow, fat, and muscle perpendicular and profound. 

Feeling our feet leave the ground, the smell of the desert breeze filled every follicle, nerve, and discernment. There were very few things that compared to the creosote rain. It was Xanadu in a single drop. Unfortunately, such a bottled brew was nearly impossible to come by—only a skilled few were up to the challenge. 

The Blood Brothers came into view within nearly a parsec, harking along like a pathetic band of mad dogs. 

*Be nice. They save me from that horrible coven. They were slaves, demeaned and dishonored. Show mercy, please.

Seriously... Since when was I at the wiles of a woman?

Oh, Lilith, only for you. f**k, if we didn't have a history, I would be free of this restraint. 

Who am I kidding? I couldn't bear such a wound. 

A lugarou spirit is first born of man, cursed to persist through the rigors of mortal existence. Humans feel the hardest things to endure in life. 

Those days are nearly a blur to me now, all but her face. First or second love, it didn't matter. I was happy only to have a piece of her. 

I was no fool; our love was never meant to repeat. Our time had come and gone. But, its memory is a gentle embrace that nudged me away from the crest of oblivion. 

Lilith-Jane began to take over, climbing over my snout flawlessly, taking control. We were quite a match. 

I can only imagine the stories we would write together.