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Prey of the Wolf

By the Black Rose

AN: This entire story is very sexual in nature. Rated
R/NC-17 for lemon content and eroticism.

Chapter 2

She was not supposed to leave after
dark. It was one of the old woman's rules.

And even though the moon was still
large in the sky, one n kne knew who or what could be prowling around.&; He; Heero
had already disposed of one threat to the girl, Relena's, safety. The man had
been watching her with eyes the wolf didn't like. And a simple warning hadn't
been enough.

The man had a mop of blond hair that was
cropped short in the back while the front hung into his face. His jeans were
tied with a belt around his hips, but otherwise were too large for that half of
his body. The pants legs hung down, completely hiding the man's legs, and were
caked with mud from the torn cuffs to the knee. But above all, it was his face
that Heero didn't like. His eyes were black, too small, and shifted from side
to side when he spoke. Facial hair grew on his chin and under his nose, but it
wasn't trimmed; it grew thick and scraggly around his crooked-shaped mouth. The
man staggered along a gathering of bushes along the west end of the old woman's
land. His hand skimmed along the top of the leaves as if he was just out for a
stroll. But the man's gaze was turned towards the house. And Heero knew, just
like he knew the man did, too: Relena was due to come out that door any minute
to drive off to town.

As a wolf, he had an unfair
disadvantage against humans. Though their intellect was roughly the same,
humans were bigger, taller, and had weapons like guns.  The wolf
thought it best to deliver a warning in the man's own language. The women
of the house didn't need to attract any more attention to the fact they
lived alone.

            Heero
stood at the end of the long row of bushes. But the man was so intent on the
old woman's house, he didn't see Heero until the two had practically collided.
"You're trespassing. This is private property."

The man's face twisted into a sick grin.
"It ain't yer property."

Heero snarled. But it didn't seem to have
the same effect with human features. "Leave."

"I think yer the one that'll be doin the
leavin." He pulled a pistol from the back of his pants and aimed. Heero's
flesh crawled as he landed on what used to be his arms. Hair thickened gre grew all over his body.

The man stood still, mouth open and gaping
like a fish. Heero took advantage of his enemy's surprise and attacked.

The gunshot split the air.

She had begun calling him 'her
wolf', and continued even after he told her his name. She left him food, raw
chunks of fresh rabbit meat or venison. Once, she even left him an entire
steak. It wasn't enough for him to live on, but the attitude was there.

She thought he belonged to her.

Her wolf.

How mistaken.

He protected her because she was his. He had
only to claim her. And he would, even if he had to take her as a man.

Nothing had induced him to transform into his
human form for years. He had given up on the human race. It wasn't like he
hadn't given them a chance.

But his childhood as a human child� He didn't
know if the other children could somehow sense he was different, or maybe it
was just that he could never truly relate to beings so out of touch with the
beauty of nature, and unaware, repressive of their natural, animal instincts.

He knew it before the window went up, almost
like he could sense her disquiet, that she intended to leave her room as soon
as the old woman went to bed. Her long hair was pulled away from her face, and
she wore a robe over her clothing. The woods should be safe at this time of
night, but he followed at a safe distance.

She passed through the shadows in the grove.
The moon was still low in the sky, and drew silver cobwebs through the branches
to shed some little light along the path. He padded quietly, stopping every
few steps to allow her to get further ahead. He knew where she was going,
there was no need to rush. A slight breeze stirred the fur on his back and he
enjoyed its cool touch.

Heero searched the small clearing for any sign
of intruders. But all was silent and still. A few beetles crawled on the
remains of felled oak's trunk, and he heard the faint call of an owl from high
above. But those were only natural. If he hadn't heard those sounds, then
he'd be concerned.

Convinced that there was no danger to the girl,
the wolf continued to follow her path towards the more open area where the pond
was located.

The moon played a game of peek-a-boo with the
clouds before creating a fine silver mist dispersed in the fog. The
natural pond was larger than the grove situated near it. A thick spruce
fence grew along the circumference of the clearing, which extended several
meters all around the natural water source.

Some few white and grey colored stones lined one
side of the pool. Heero squinted to see the dark outline of her form against
the sky. She was bent over, probably wearing that yellow swimming
outfit that covered too much skin. Women's bodies� He never understood
their desire for modesty.

The clouds broke; streams of light flooded the
secluded clearing. The girl picked just that moment to rise up, tossing her
head and drenched locks through the air in front of a silver backdrop.

Moonlight ran in rivulets down her face and neck
to caress the exposed skin of her chest; it collected in a small stream between
the valley of her breasts and worked its way lower on her naked body. Her
hands came up to wipe the water out of her eyes and comb her fingers through
her hair.

The water and the air must have been cool for
her hairless flesh. He could tell by the way her skin puckered into thousands
of tiny bumps, and her nipples became two hard points. But she bent forward
again to cup water in her hands and press the liquid against her chest, as if
to cool herself down.

His eyes followed the water as it traced silver
paths everywhere he wanted to touch. The sound of a growl reached his ears.
It was his voice.

'There's only one reason she could be hot in
this weather, in that water.'

            The
wolf smirked at the idea.

They had both been injured that day. And a
wolf's blood was notoriously hotter than humans'.

Relena brought another handful of water up and
splashed it over her neck, then allowed her palms to follow the liquid down
over her collarbone and finally cup her ample bosom. The index finger of each
hand drew painstakingly slow circles around the areolas of her breasts, leaving
just enough water behind on her skin to reflect the moonlight.

His own temperature was rising, and he felt
himself draw closer to the water. Her body gleamed in the light. She pinched
her nipples between her forefingers and thumbs. Her headchedched back, and her
mouth opened in a silent cry. His heart raced at the sight of her there,
begging him to take her; his blood already pulsing hot through her veins.

The breeze turned colder, or rather, he ed
ed
down and his fur had thinned. He was changing. Heero brought a human hand up
to study it and flexed his fingers. A few yards away, Relena's right palm
moved from her breast down over the smooth flesh of her stomach.

The wolf, changed, stood upright and started
towards the girl in the water.

* * * * * *

Relena stood, thigh deep, in the middle of the
pond and trailed her right hand down towards the curls at the junction between
her legs. Her body was on fire; her heart raced, and it was becoming difficult
to breathe. The cold water didn't seem to do anything but make the ache
smolder and smoke, choking the air from her lungs until she felt lightheaded
and weak.

A groan escaped her lips as her fingers tangled
in her pubic hair; her left hand continued to stimulate the bud of her right
breast. Her eyelids slid shut�

"Uh!"

A splash sounded from the edge of the pool. Relena's
eyes opened and her head snapped up. She swallowed a cry at the sight of a
man, a man she'd never seen before, clad only in a pair of shorts and wading
towards her in the water. Chestnut colored hair rippled in the cool breeze;
his body was lean, his chest and every muscle in his shoulders and arms could
be seen as if a tanned hide had been stretched over the body underneath. He
was tall, with a lean face and jaw, but it was his eyes that held her captive.

Dark blue eyes pinned her beneath his gaze,
daring her, defying her to move away. She swallowed against a lump in her
throat; how long had he been watching?

Relena took a step back even as he grew closer.
She felt herself shiver and she tried to cover herself from his view. But she
couldn't look away from those eyes. They looked almost black, with the moonlight
reflecting off their surface to mimic starlight in their depths. He reached
her side, and extended a single hand to grip her waist.

She gasped. "Wh-who. Who are--"

His mouth stole the rest of her question. Warm,
soft lips bore down on hers as the man crushed her body against him. Her
mind told her to struggle, to try and pull away, but the rest of her had ceased
to obey anything her brain commanded. She kissed him back; her arms wound
around his neck, pulling herself even closer - if that was possiblene one of
his legs moved between hers and his left arm wrapped around her middle. He
pulled the top half of his body upright, but tipped her back over his arm.

Cool air caressed her chest, a sharp contrast to
the heat his body had further ignited in her blood. She closed her eyes when
she felt his right hand touch her cheek before trailing a finger down the front
of her neck, down her sternum, then veer to the left to knead her breast.

"Ah!" Relena couldn't stop from crying
out. Her legs clamped down on the mostly bare limb between them, bringing her
swollen labia in contact with his skin.

She ached, and writhed against him in some
mostly silent plea for him to end her torment. He finally bent over her,
sucking on her neck, and drawing sinful patterns on her skin with his tongue.
Her arms, formerly slack at her sides, came up to wrap around his back and she
tried to press every inch of her body into him.

'This is wrong.' A quiet voice screamed
in her mind. But she couldn't make her body believe it.

Wet grass tickled her backside as ground
suddenly rose up out of nowhere to support her. Or maybe he had been carrying
her all this time. He was a dream, he had to be. No man this gorgeous would
just appear out of nowhere to make love to her�

And that was what she was asking him to do,
wasn't she? How could she do such a thing with a man she didn't even know?

Logic pulled at her eyelids even as she felt him
kneel between her legs. She opened her eyes only to drown in his. He lifted
an eyebrow and the corner of his mouth twitched into something like an arrogant
grin. But before she could manage to feel indignant, he stole the rest of the
air from her lungs with his kiss.

He might have actually kissed her unconscious,
except she could still feel everything in vivid colors and bright lights. Like
someone had gone and stuck tiny, electrically charged needles in every pore so
that each breath against her skin was amplified with electric pulses. Her eyes
closed, and she tried to catch her breath. But then his mouth claimed her
breast, his teeth scraping over and biting gently at the sensitive center.

"Ahhhhh!" She rose off the ground to
press it further into his mouth. But he responded by relinquishing it all
together.

Her fingers clawed at the dirt as he kissed his
way down her body. She wanted� Her legs twisted as she searched desperately
for relief from the throbbing ache in her center.

She wanted�. Relena's entire body tightened
when his hot breath stirred her curls. All thoughts of her modesty gone, she
felt him part her folds and thought she was going to die if he didn't touch
her.

She wanted�. His tongue lapped at the
painful nub nestled at the center of her body. Fire ignited those smoldering
embers, and consumed her. Her hands released the grass and latched onto his
forearms holding her down at her waist. She wanted to shift closer so he could
press harder, but his grasp held her still. It was excruciating pleasure, and her
only thought was how badly she needed him to complete her.

She wanted�. Relena concentrated everything
on the sensations he was exacting from her body, as if he was a master
musician, and she his treasured instrument. Her muscles kept a steady rhythm of
tighten and release, tighten and release, until her muscles constricted so taut
she thought she would tear in half.

She reached for his hand, to hold it in her own,
and raised her head to kiss it.

She wanted�

To know his name.

To always feel just like this.

To think he might have loved her�

She dropped his hand. Lightning struck her
core, and fractured into a thousand electric thrills. Her body clamped down,
raising her shoulders off the ground as she let out a loud cry into the night.

She was only vaguely aware of anything, and
everything. But it suddenly occurred to her what she had vocalized with her
climax.

'Heero�'

Air� There wasn't enough air�.

It was so hard for her to brea--

* * * * * *

Relena opened her eyes and stared up at the
white popcorn ceiling of her bedroom. She yawned and extended both hands above
her head to stretch her sluggish muscles. Her red robe lay draped over the
high backed chair at her desk. The same robe that--

She blinked and peeled the comforter up to look
underneath. The ivory nightgown she had put on the night before covered her
body.

'Wh-Who�who are you?'

Relena was sure she had never seen him before. The
man in her vision. The man she let�

Her dream came flooding back into her mind and
the air in her room turned cold. Or perhaps her body temperature rose. When
she glanced in the mirror of her vanity, her skin was flushed and pink.

'I�I did that with a man. I let him touch me.
He watched me touch myself.' Even as a dream, the thought was disconcerting.
That she would do those things. That she wanted to do those things.

With Heero, the wolf.

Her wolf.

Relena didn't know much about wolves. She knew
they were dangerous, and very intelligent; she knew what meats they liked, and
that they liked meats. Heero always ate what she left out for him, though she
knew it wasn't enough to sustain him. But aside from that little bit, she had
no knowledge that could explain why a wolf would protect her.

"Certainly, if he felt some amount of
obligation to me for helping him, he returned that favor already."

Relena walked out the front door and found
him standing there, staring at her with those piercing, yellow eyes. His dark
grey coat was spotted in blood, and he wobbled a bit on that injured leg when
he took a step towards her. She ran to his side.

"Are you hurt? What happened? Another
trapper? Where are you injured?" She checked his body, running her
fingers through his fur, trying to find any sign of trauma. He lay down on the
ground and closed his eyes. Relena shook him.

"Wake up. I'll get you to a vet. But
you can't--"

He raised his head and looked at her. Almost
like he was mocking her. He stood up and shook himself off.

"You're all right?" She asked,
kneeling down in front of him. He paced around her, his steps steady even if
he still limped slightly on that leg. The wolf paused in front of her, and
cocked his head to one side. He growled, but didn't bare his teeth. Relena
had no idea what he wanted to tell her.

He lunged, pushing her backwards onto her
rear. She sat down hard, emitting an "Ooof" as the collision knocked
the wind out of her. He clamored down and curled up in the loose space between
her legs; his head rested on her lower left thigh.

She blinked at the animal nestled in her
lap. Relena had expected him to be wary of her, but he seemed perfectly at
ease. 'Maybe a little too at ease.' She felt her knee tighten up, but didn't
dare move it. After a few seconds, the wolf turned his head to stare at her.
The dark patch of fur above his eyes made it seem like he was angry.

She heard a low rumble from his throat, and
reached out to soothe him. This was apparently what he had been demanding from
her because as soon as she began to stroke his fur, he laid his head back down
on her thigh.

"You want me to pet you?" Relena
didn't expect any sort of a response. She just continued to comb her fingers
through his gorgeous coat, feeling the powerful body beneath as it breathed in
and out. In and out.

She felt his breathing deepen. Was he asleep?
In her lap? Was that even possible? How could this be a wild, ferocious wolf?
She smiled down at the sleeping animal, and continued to pet his back in long,
rhythmic strokes. Her fingers found a patch of thicker fur just behind his
neck, and she scratched there.
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