Marked by the Moon
Date: 23.12.2009
Keywords: the, Moon, Marked, by,
"I hate straggler duty," muttered Jill as she stalked away from the laughing group of people dressed as mummies, ghouls, and vampires. The Haunted Trail had just shut down. Being her first year working at the annual Halloween event, Jill got stuck with all the grunt work. Now, she must go through and search for any adults or children lost inside the dark, twisting path. Most of the work, she didn't mind, but walking down the trail at midnight spooked her.
Tall, sinewy trees crowded the trail. Their branches swept down in the wind, reaching out and grabbing anyone brave enough to pass by. The planning committee chose the site for that very reason. No moonlight shone through the small gaps in the leaves. Dense clouds covered the moon and stars. A wild animal howled in the distance, and Jill shivered.
Pulling her arms up and crossing them, she hunched against the wind that suddenly blew icy breath through her clothing. Shrill shrieking broke through the night as the gusts tore through the branches of the looming trees. She tugged the woolen cap down lower over her tawny locks and made sure the edges covered the tops of her ears.
A twig snapped. Her head whipped around. Heart lurching in her chest, Jill's sienna eyes searched the darkness. Nothing. "It's just the wind". She turned back to the trail and hurried around the next bend. What she saw around the corner turned her blood to ice. A hulking figure stood in the shadows.
"Oh, it's just you." Her shaky laugh floated across the nippy air as she decided what was standing a few feet away in the darkness had to be one of her co-workers. "Just had to try and scare me, didn't you?" Buddy, it had to be him. The towering college student always played tricks on the others. He'd hidden in one of their cars the night before and jumped up screaming from the backseat as the car door opened.
She started towards the figure. The moon broke free from the clouds. For just an instant, eyes flashed ochre as they reflected the light. "Oh shit". Buddy didn't have contacts. She wanted to turn, to run, but her legs felt like lead and were so heavy with fear, she couldn't move them.
The creature loped forward. Jill screamed. She caught a glimpse of the thing, fully embraced by the moonlight before the clouds slipped back over its surface. Wailing as a renewed jolt of fear finally loosed her feet, "No, no, no, werewolves don't exist!" Jill turned and fled up the path. Desperate to reach the rest of the group, she flew around the curves and turns, her shoes pounding against the dirt trail.
Branches tore at her skin. Limbs caught her hair and yanked it painfully as the gnarly arms impeded her flight. Looking back, she screamed as the foul thing leapt towards her. His muscles rippled with power as he glided through the air. The weight of his body pushed hers to the ground. She struggled with him, fingers shoving against the matted fur covering his chest. No use. She was no match for his inhuman strength. Tears coursed down her cheeks as his razor sharp claws shredded her flannel shirt and bra.
"Please, leave me alone!" she screeched, praying to reach whatever part of the creature might still be a man.
A low growl sounded in his throat. He lowered his muzzle, lashing her nipple with his tongue. A shocking wave of pleasure shot through her body at the rough touch. She redoubled her fight against him. Her hands flailed against his broad chest. She bucked against him, her knee driving upward toward his groin. Her blows rained against him, but he ignored her and swiped a paw downwards. The top of her grey sweatpants tore open, revealing lacy white panties.
His eyes seemed to glow even brighter as he spotted her underwear. A groan of animal lust burst from him. He went wild. Claws ripped through her fleece pants and slashed her skimpy thong. Razor talons cut into her skin. Thin lines of red seeped blood. Huge, wracking sobs shook her body as she beat her fists against the top of his head.
Ignoring her pitiful struggles, the beast licked over the welts and growled in appreciation at the coppery taste of the hot crimson liquid flooding his mouth. He'd ripped the panties enough to expose the top of her mound, crowned with wiry red curls. Another careful swipe of his paw and the white material fell away from her pussy. Burying his muzzle between her legs, the creature lapped happily at her slit, licking up her juices and pushing his tongue into her hot pink hole for more.
"Please, stop," Jill begged. Despite the horror flooding her body, she felt the heat between her legs that his tongue brought forth. No matter how scared she might be, her body was responding. "Oh god, no," she whispered, her words hitching as another strangled sob tore from her throat.
The werewolf had risen on its haunches, and Jill saw the large, hard cock protruding between his legs. She tried to scramble backwards. He grabbed her thighs. Waves of pain shot through her body as his claws dug into her creamy flesh. She screamed when he pushed the fat head against her slit.
"No! Stop!" Terror flooded her mind. "Oh God. This can't be happening."
Ignoring her cries, he thrust forward and impaled her on his monstrous dick. His tongue hung out of his mouth, and he panted in short bursts as he moved inside her.
"Stop, please," her cries were getting weaker as the thick cock plunged in and out of her pussy. Warmth radiated through her body, drowning out the feeling of the cold ground beneath her. He bent forward and lapped at her nipple, and she couldn't stop the moan that bubbled forth as pleasure rippled through her.
She thrashed on the ground. Bits of leaves and small twigs stuck in her hair as she tried to fight against the blissful sensations running through her body. "God, no, this can't feel good. It can't. A monster is fucking me, oh god". Her hips began to rock against the delicious feeling of the werewolf's massive cock filling her over and over.
No matter how hard she fought, she couldn't stop the explosion that wracked her body as the werewolf slammed hard into her. Hands clenched into fists as she went rigid; pulses of pleasure shot through her. She bucked against him, driving his cock deeper as her pussy convulsed around it. Her loud cries of passion turned to screams of pain as the werewolf's sharp fangs sank into her breast. A strange burning heat spread from the bite and filled her body.
Searing pain shot through her as the moon broke through the clouds and illuminated the fucking pair. Loud cracks echoed in the night, and Jill screamed again as her bones and joints twisted and muscles and tendons rearranged. Pain and pleasure blurred together as her arms and legs elongated, and her fingers and toes stretched out. Claws shot from the nail beds. Burning heat lit through her as her breasts swelled. Her pussy grew tighter and gripped his cock like a vise.
"Oh god, oh fuck". Shredded clothing hung from her transformed body. Her shoes fell from her larger feet as the stressed seams split open. More animal than human now, her mind still formed coherent thought. Primal lust quickly replaced the shock of the change as the rutting werewolf howled and slammed his cock deep into the hot pussy of his newly claimed mate.
Jill rolled him, pinning him to the ground as she straddled him. She leaned back, howling as she ground her pussy against his cock. She rode him hard, bouncing and twisting as she repeatedly impaled her throbbing cunt on his big dick. Growling low in his throat, the werewolf pulled her down so he could lick her nipples. The breast where he bit her was still oozing blood, and he lapped it up. Jill moaned as his tongue sent a wave of heat through her.
She could feel it building like a tidal wave, rolling from her pussy through rest of her body. Grinding against him stimulated her clit and sent wonderful shocks of pleasure running through her. Arching her back, she bayed wildly as the orgasm rocked her body. He thrust up into her, driving his cock into her convulsing pussy as it squeezed him tightly. His wail joined hers as he slammed upwards and emptied his seed into her womb.
The pleasure was so intense that darkness descended on Jill, and she collapsed on top of her changer. Cold seeping into her body awoke her. Startled, she bolted upwards as the memory of what had happened split her mind. Jerking around, she realized she was alone in the darkness. Shivering, she stumbled to her feet. How was she going to explain this to the rest of the group? No one would believe she had been attacked by a werewolf, even though she had the bite marks to prove it.
Relieved only that she was in human form again, Jill staggered up the path, her right breast throbbing from the bite she'd received. Not wanting anyone to see her, she snuck to the parking lot and eased into the driver's seat of her car. Pulling her keys from underneath the seat, she started the car. Her hand wrapped around the gear shaft to put it in drive, but her eyes caught sight of Jason, the hot guy who played a vampire on the Trail. Instinctively, she switched the car off and got out, her eyes shining golden in the moonlight.
Keywords: the, Moon, Marked, by,