Taking sl**ping Beauty from the wolf - Sex Stories

Taking sl**ping Beauty from the wolf

... she was to be alone and by herself there. Now, the kingdom held all manner of strange beings, and many of them weren't even my doing, but it happened that during that time, a particular wolf had come to the area. He was fleeing hunters from another realm, where he allegedly ate someone's grandmother and was preying on travellers in the forest. The thing about him was that he was no ordinary wolf, but a man, changing into wolf shape during the nights of a full moon. That way, he managed to remain hidden from the townsfolk and his pursuers, living a secret existence that nobody knew about. Nobody except me. I won't say how much of all this was due to my influence, but the moon was full and red on the night before the princess' birthday, and the man awoke at night with an unnatural craving. Soon, he was running through the shadows, a large, black, furry shade himself, hunting, searching, looking for prey. I followed him, making sure to guide him where I wanted him to go. Guards in the castle that night, had they looked up at the princess' tower, would have been able to see a large black a****l climb the tower wall, its sharp claws clinging to the rough rock, quiet and catlike, but ferocious in its appetite and hunger. And maybe, if they would've looked very close, they could've seen a faint dark shape, in flowing gowns and long curly hair hovering behind him, watching his every move, making sure he was doing just as she intended him to do. But really, nobody ever looks up to see ...

... what happens above them, do they? And so, when the clock struck midnight, and the princess' 18th birthday began, the wolf landed softly in her room, through the open window, eyeing her for a moment as she lay sl**ping. The princess stirred and moaned in her bed, one hand inadvertently running across her breasts as she had her legs wrapped around her sheets, rubbing them tight against her crotch. I could see the dream she was having and knew she was getting into the right mind for what was to come. The wolf stood still, his forelegs on the bed, watching her quietly as she squirmed more and more, until she woke up with a sharp breath, gasping for air as she came. In the dark, she could see the a****l as a dark shadow, looming in front of the window by her bedside, but she was not afraid. "Mmmh, you have come," she said, greeting him. "The many times I had dreamt of you, and now you're finally here." The wolf didn't quite know what to make of this, but became curious as the princess threw the sheets aside, revealing her naked body, white and pale in the moonlight. As she crawled over to him, her large breasts, a gift from her mother, were bobbing and swinging underneath her. She caressed him, running her fingers through his fur, ruffling it behind his ears and around his neck as she held him. The wolf began to breathe faster, his tongue sticking out as a hunger of a different sort began building up inside him. "Mmmh, you must be thirsty," she said, leaning back slightly. "I bet ...