Wolf’s Bane

“Argh, pain! How is this possible?!” Eron started his morning complaining.

The alarm went off near his ear, and it suddenly brought him back to his forest campsite, where his whole body was aching. As soon as he moved into his tent to turn to his side, the pain became even more evident.

“How great would it be to get a massage,” he thought, lazily closing his eyes again, stuck between sleepiness and pain, thinking of just resting one more minute before getting up and starting the day, then his mind would betray him once again with the need to shut down or blank out.

“Would you like me to massage you, Eron?”

“Di… Miss Diwana, when did you get here? What are you doing in my tent?”

“I never left,” she said in a whisper, looking seductively at the naked, tanned, handsome man by her side. “You don’t remember?”

His thoughts: “I wish I did… Maybe it’s because of THAT that my body is hurting. I’d be happy if that was the case… but then, what did I do to her to be so sore myself?”

Eron stayed silent, doubting for a moment what he was seeing but looking eagerly at her nakedness as she reached for her bag, and took out a small bottle of massage oil. The thought of her hands all over him… he just couldn’t think anymore.

He completely lost it…

His hands went towards her at once and grabbed her from behind, pulling her against his hard chest and abs. His mouth started to hungrily devour her neck and back, making her giggle and gasp. His hands held her full, round breasts, feeling how her nipples got hard as he teased them with his fingers.

“Nooo,” she said playfully, as she turned towards him. “Let me, please, I really want to massage you, especially if your body got so tired from all we Did last night. You can’t go to work like this, right? So let me make it up to you,” she said with a raised eyebrow while looking straight into his eyes and smirking.

His hard, throbbing dick started protesting, but she had already escaped his embrace and had gotten him to lie down on his stomach, somehow. The next thing he knew; she was now on top of him.

Not that he’s complaining…

“Tell me where it hurts, okay?” she bent over his wide, muscular back, slightly brushing her hard nipples against his bare skin to whisper in his ear.

He closed his eyes and was barely able to nod.

The bottle in her hand squirted just the perfect amount of oil directly over his skin.

The sweet natural fragrance of hers mixed up with the citrusy scent from the oil as she moved her hands up and down his back, pressing with her thumbs along his spine, was pure heaven. Her massage was causing some pleasurable pain that he was not really used to the feeling, but from her, it was perfect.

It didn’t take long for Eron to start moaning at the way she expertly handled his body, and she didn’t take long either before she started to slide her own naked body against his back while giggling musically.

“Are you teasing me now, Miss Diwana?” he said, turning around, softly letting her slide beside him on the tent’s cushioned floor.

Even before she could reply, he quickly started to touch her soft and partially oiled body. His kisses also started to move downwards…

Shoulder, breast, nipple, where he entertained himself a little longer, pleased with the reactions he was hearing and feeling from her. He was also now able to smell how her body was warming up because of his attentions, being even more “welcoming” to his hunger as he continued his tender assault on her nakedness.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

He slowly groaned at the confirmation of her own hunger when she slid her alluring body closer under him and wrapped her legs around his hips.

“Do you… like me… Eron?” she said breathlessly, in between moans.

“Very much, Miss Diwana,” he said, devouring her lips.

He was just about to eagerly thrust inside of her when…

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

“What the… AAAGH!”

He opened his eyes, startled. The sudden movement sent lashes of pain through his body once again.

Taking advantage of his enhanced senses, he inhaled deeply, looking for a known scent that he now craved. His eyes got greener and lighter, and he was almost too sleepy to stop the wilder side that was menacing to the surface.

His manhood angrily throbbed and tented his light blanket.

He touched his skin and was surprised to find it dry and not oily. He paid closer attention to his surroundings, trying to hear steps, giggles, voices, anything at all that could have come from her.

Nothing.

To his frustration, he realized that his body still ached, and it was not because of continuous lovemaking sessions, but because of all the running, jumping, and hiding that he had to do just to escape the men he was following the previous night.

Slowly and sadly, his consciousness started to awaken.

Self-pleasure would have to be enough for the moment, and he was not really pleased. After all, he saw and felt from the most realistic dream that he’s ever had in his life…

And, to his added irritation, it was also the shortest, forcing him to be content with relieving his body’s “hunger pangs”… which didn’t involve food.

“Agh, at this rate, I’m gonna end up going crazy,” he sighed. “What are you doing to me, Miss Di?” he said, angrily sliding his hand up and down his hardness.

A few minutes later, Eron was already up and preparing coffee in a rush while still sore in body and mind. Obviously, he didn’t get much satisfaction from his earlier “release” and was now in a bad mood over it.

“Blue-balled by a dream…” he thought, still a bit mad with himself. “And last night too, I was so distracted that I ended up caught in a trap… excellent job, Eron! You followed these people and almost got trapped by them… I can only imagine what they would do to you if they found out that you were the wolf, they saw… Even more, what the people who are helping me out would do when they hear about a werewolf caught alive in a small mountain town’? Ugh, whoever said there’s no such thing as bad publicity…? Maybe I’m finally losing my assassin touch… or maybe I’m getting softer because of a certain very attractive local lady,” he said, dreamily.

He couldn’t help but go back to one of his last missions, using it to compare the failure that he experienced last night…

“The last time I went on a mission for my boss… yeah, can’t believe it’s not even been a month ago…”