BITCH IN HEAT
By
Lilith Kinke
SMASHWORDS EDITION
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Bitch in Heat
Copyright © 2012 by Lilith Kinke
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I sniffed the night air, careful to angle myself downwind from whatever might be looking for me. My fur pricked up in the cold night air. Traveling alone had a lot of threats, but most ladies didn’t have the kind of extra perks I did. I yawned, showing my sharp teeth to the world.
I was the big, bad wolf. Maybe not as big or as bad as some, but compared to most of the human population, I pretty much had it wrapped up. I admired my reflection in still pool of water, taking note of my sleek body and delicate snout. I shook my fur, amused by my vanity, and began trotting faster. I had a long way to go before the border.
I entered a more heavily wooded area, careful to avoid any large predators. Though I could scare just about anything off, I didn’t want to deal with it. I passed by a small cabin, empty, presumably because of the off-season. This would be a good place to stop.
I carefully made my way in, breaking open the window after checking to make sure that no one had been by in at least the last month. People could be so sensitive about things like that. The air smelled stale, but the cabin was nice enough.
Really, I wasn’t very picky. It had been outfitted with a small shower, and I felt like I was in the lap of luxury. Though I could spend my time sleeping as a wolf, it was always less comfortable. The chance to get my skin clean was one to take anytime. And a real bed! I almost squealed aloud when I noticed.
I sighed as I felt the hot water run down my back. It felt heavenly after days and days of woodland, and I ducked my head under the water to rinse my hair. I scrubbed away at the grime, smiling as the water took it all away.
I relaxed naked, lounging on the bed after the shower in my human form. With all the running I had been doing, my body was in great shape. I ran my hands down my now-clean body, feeling the smooth skin. I growled in my throat, feeling the need rise up in me again. It had started earlier today, and since then, I couldn’t stop thinking about sex.
My hands found their way down to my pussy, and I was not surprised to feel the warm wetness. I needed it, and bad. I stroked my clit, moaning and aching for a cock. I pumped my fingers in and out, but it was poor substitute, and I needed more.
My hips thrust upwards, trying to get deeper but it was no use. I growled in frustration as I focused on my clit, hoping to get anything. I imagined a hot stud fucking me hard, his hard body pressed against mine. He would be rough and know just where the limit lay between pleasure and pain. The fantasy kept expanding in my head.
The pleasure grew as I kept fantasizing, and it wasn’t before long that I reached orgasm, unable to stop myself from making a small mew as it happened. My body quivered.
I lay looking up at the ceiling, the barest relief from orgasm hardly masking my burning need. It had almost made it worse, in fact. I was soaked in sweat, and decided to take another quick rinse before turning in for the night.
It was late before I had finished drying off again, having to stop to masturbate at least two more times in the shower. This was going to be pretty unbearable for the next week or so, I thought to myself before slipping off into slumber.
The next day’s travel was much the same. The air was cold and clear, and the game was plentiful. I caught two rabbits in the span of an hour and savored the warm taste of their blood. I tried to ignore the increasing lust that nagged at me as I ran. I thought briefly about making a detour into a town for a human male, but decided it would take too much time. They were invariably disappointing anyways. They were weak, under the guise of romantic.