The Warlock and the Werewolf Verunaa's patron never arrived..

The Warlock and the Werewolf

Verunaa's patron never arrived on time, and this incident was no exception. She supposed when you were an ancient fey who lived in an adjacent dimension where time worked differently you could be forgiven. She'd settled in the corner seat of the patio they always met on, in the shade of the old oak, and studied the book of fairy tales her patron had given her. Some of the rhymes held coded messages with spells or other arcane knowledge, others were just rhymes. She was going over her notes again when the air shimmered, the scent of dew and rotting wood and moss and the light of the moon on the leaves appeared before her. The experience of being with her patron was like no other. It felt somewhat like a dream, but there was too much of the real world around her for it to be.
Before she could speak, a long-fingered hand gave her a letter. "Here it is, the meeting. It is time. Your fantasy will be fulfilled."
Verunaa blushed, clearing her throat as she tucked the letter into her pouch. "Yes, erm, thank you, but you still haven't told me, why is it so important this works?"
"It will enlighten you." They stated, and vanished in a puff of dry leaves.
Was that a wink? A smile? She could never tell.

She was a little chilly in only her shift and slippers, but if this worked she'd be warm soon enough. She stood by the lake looking up at the moon when she heard the howl. The shiver went up Verunaa's spine and she instinctively tensed when the brush behind her cracked.
"Who's there?" So far everything was going as they'd written in their letters. She backed toward the path, hearing the footsteps coming toward her. "Don't come any closer!" Despite knowing the script, actually living it was exciting and a little scary.
Verunaa's soft slippers hardly made a sound as she dashed up the path, but the werewolf had no trouble tracking her. She knew the sounds he was making were only for her benefit, to build up the excitement of the chase. She turned off at the path with the mushroom-shaped rock, he'd given good directions in his letters, and "tripped" over the branch across the path. As she sat up and brushed her hair from her face, she finally saw the person she'd been writing to for weeks. It was difficult to tell how tall he was, but his shoulders were wide and he took up a lot of space on the path. She knew he'd be bigger than her, but this was a surprise. The even bigger surprise was how turned on she immediately became when he stepped into the moonlight. He was the first real werewolf she'd ever seen, but she thought she'd never seen anymore more attractive. She felt the wetness between her thighs as she pretended to crawl away from him, it made her wriggle her hips as she moved and he grinned with sharp teeth.
"A delicious little morsel for me tonight..." he growled, and his deep voice made her even wetter. His eyes shone bright yellow against the dark fur and the ragged clothes that hung off him. He reached out with a clawed hand and caught her shift beside her waist, running his hand down her side and slicing a line through the thin fabric. She stared at him, unable to move from a mixture of excitement and fascination. He smiled, and briefly she caught his amusement. "Run." he encouraged her with a roar, and she jumped up and ran down the path again, this time one leg exposed through the tear in her shift. He caught her again at the crossroads and tore open her top, pausing a moment to enjoy her bare breasts before letting her go again. She arrived at the top of the hill where the cabin should be, and there it was, and "fell" again on to the porch. She looked around in the silent night, nothing but crickets and night birds calling, catching her breath.
Aynur had never expected to encounter a woman like Verunna, but he'd never expected to know the Patron either, and being a werewolf he'd learned to just run with it, no matter how unusual. The Patron had somehow gotten him to expose a sexual fantasy of conquest, and matched him up with someone who had the same dream. Now that it was happening, that he was creeping up silently behind this gorgeous woman he'd only imagined and written to, knowing he'd soon be inside her, he half expected to be awoken. She jumped when he wrapped his arms around her, screaming in surprise as he tore the rest of her shift away. He picked her up easily and placed her in the restraints he'd set up on the porch. As he tightened the straps, his fur tickled her face when he leaned in to whisper "Is that okay? not too tight?"
His concern and gentle aside made Verunaa want him even more. "A little looser on the left foot but otherwise fine." she whispered back. Anyur made the adjustment and stood back to look her over as he slowly removed his ragged clothing. She shivered with anticipation and was rewarded with the sight of his fat cock springing out of his pants. He was fully erect, and it pleased her to know he was as turned on as she was.
"Now that I've hunted you, it's time to feast." he licked his lips and she felt again that combination of primal fear and sexual excitement she'd been seeking. The idea that she was giving herself to someone perceived as dangerous, that she had let this werewolf stalk and strip her, it opened something inside her that thrilled her like nothing had in ages. When his rough, strong tongue started making its way over her breasts she thought of nothing else but this sensation. Nothing else was happening in the universe except this moment, and his tongue on her skin, his hot breath against her shivering body, the sights of his yellow eyes and vicious teeth peering up at her. When his tongue slid between her legs and began to explore she came immediately, pulling tightly on the restraints. He let it happen, gently lapping at her until she slowed, then dove in with enthusiasm, holding her hips and tilting her vulva toward him so he could get in deeper. Verunaa lost count of how many times she came, she couldn't make words, there was nothing here but giving in to this bliss. He growled with pleasure, drinking her up, holding her open to get his tongue as deep inside her as he could. Finally he could take no more. He stood up and stared at her a moment, helplessly hanging from her restraints, pussy dripping with cum. She barely had time to look up before he was inside her. She cried out as he gripped her hips and began to rock in and out of her. She had never been fucked like this in her life. Verunaa watched him as he fucked her, taking in the whole experience with all her senses - the scent of him, the cold night air, the sensation of the leather straps around her, the depth of his cock inside her. She could see Anyur doing the same, the whole world dropped away and there were only the two of them making love under the moon.
When Anyur came, he howled loudly, and something about that made Verunaa orgasm as well, letting loose with a loud cry of delight. She shuddered as he slowly pulled out of her and rested her head on his shoulder. He could feel his own knees buckling as he undid her restraints. He helped her to the couch nearby and wrapped them both in a blanket as he held her close. Slowly his wolf form faded, the maw full of sharp blades reverting to blunt, the fur fading to skin. He was still a large man, and had the same strong cheekbones as his wolf shape. They sat there silently together under the moon for a long time before they began to talk, and soon the conversation flowed like they were old friends. Verunaa found something opening inside of her as she rested in Anyur's arms, and wondered if that was what the Patron meant by enlightenment.

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