The moon and the fog did a slow dance in the velvet sky. From time to time, the sultry fog would twirl her filmy skirts and skip away, letting the full moon shine his bright face upon my restless body.
Ian was apprehensive about being in such close proximity to me, a human, on a night such as this but his belly was full and he had other needs to satisfy. Ian and I had been lovers for some time now but I’d never experienced him in his most primal form. Tonight, he finally relented. I lay in wait as fireflies glowed dimly in the inky woods. Tonight would be the night at last.
A distant howl set the hairs on my neck and arms bristling. I was nestled in a patch of cool moss under a vault of dark trees. Was I being foolish? With one swipe of his claws he could rip open my throat, letting my blood drain into the musty soil beneath me. But he was my Ian and, in a perverse way, I needed to test his love for me. So I stayed as the mournful howls sounded closer and the cracking of twigs let me know that I was about to discover the truth and depth of our love—or die.
A low growl told me that he had spied me. He quickly shed his jeans and loomed above my exposed body. I wriggled in anticipation and fear. Long beams of moonlight lit the silver ends of the fur that covered his misshapen form. Although his feet were elongated, his legs and nether regions were definitely my Ian’s. From the torso up his lupine body became more enhanced until it culminated in a long snout baring fangs as white as arctic ice and eyes as shining and magnetic as the sun itself.
I shivered, too late to run.
Ian pounced on top of me and nuzzled my hair with his cold nose. I could feel the familiar human parts of him ready to be satiated. His huge, hairy paws held down my hands as he fed his sexual desire. I was entranced and titillated by this magical creature devouring me, so familiar yet so alien. His sharp teeth grazed my neck and nipples. A trickle of blood followed the curve of my breast and pooled in the indent under my hipbone. He lapped it up delicately; his sandpaper tongue made my scalp tingle and only excited me more. He let loose my hands and I entwined them in his thick, coarse fur. Our animal groans and whimpers blended with the night sounds of crickets and other creatures of the nocturne.
Then, as the fog lifted and the moon shone white and pure upon us, I let out a deep moan and he raised his head in a long howl. A bay bellowed in tribute to the lunar god that ruled his life and me.
