Wolves

Awash in the amber light of an August moon, she lay exposed, illuminating her feminine bounty. Her undulating motion and guttural moans woke the beasts that lurked in the dark and wooded expanse. Heavy laboured breaths hissed through clenched teeth as her breast heaved with an animalistic hunger, inciting fervor and tension within the ranks. Her appetites nourished by the shameful, debauched visions and depraved wants that took hold within her. Her essence, that natural summons only females possess, called out to the worthy and the strong. It awoke those beasts from the shadows, those guardians and protectors of the tribes and clans. Her summons set fire to the goliaths and titans of forests, and bade them to come and consume her, if they so dare. In the dead of night, those beasts came, the few, the worthy and the champions. The wendigo and the crinos awoke at the apex of summer, when the heat was fiercest, and the night dripped with humid desire. They came when the nights burned with fevers of the flesh. She sought that nocturnal sanctuary, a place where her most depraved desires would linger and rise to overtake and bear down upon her like that oppressive summer heat. Sensuous droplets of sweat borne of desire would wet her body and cascade down nape and curve to fill all the salacious valleys with her feminine wine. The passion she was struggling to contain burst forth from her moral confines, boiling over into unbridled lust and primordial frenzy. She fought against the primal urges that were taking hold in the deepest regions of her mind, though it was a battle she desperately needed to lose. Every cell in her writhing body was now ablaze and tingling with unbearable ecstasy, igniting an internal itch deep within her. They were coming now, silent, deadly hunters of the woods heeding her call. Her will collapsed in a flood of pure and willful depravity, while that heady appetite became at once voracious and all-consuming. She would submit to those sinful ideals willingly and give thanks to the dark lecherous gods of pleasure as she lost her internal struggle. Her desire to be conquered by one of the great masters of the forest was singular in her mind. As the tides of carnality washed over her and pulled her down into the searing waters of incoherence, they arrived and stood watch behind the shadows of the sanctum. Unseen beasts loomed in the periphery between the thick boughs, ready to do battle, ready to seize upon her offering. Only the strongest would succeed and claim her bounty; they watch her from the dark, intent on the summons. Her scent filled the humid night air, and mixed with the fragrance of cedar and birch, causing tension among the unseen behemoths. Maws sniffed and teeth flashed in the moonlight. She craved that wanton surrender, to carry her far from this world in its wild embrace. A burning desire she now possessed, to have her quivering vessel filled with an unbridled lust. She wished to be delivered unto those clouded, beautiful deliriums. Lost and without faculty. Her eyes fluttered unconsciously, blinded by the fevered stars of erotic trance. She was adrift in the saline seas of passion, heading toward those shores where dignity and pride were unknown conventions. Under the waxing of a gibbous moon, her lithe form rippled with electric ecstasy and she forsook her modesty for the addictions of desire. She cast her lot with the mindless pleasures of carnality. Oh, to die the little death this night, to drift high on the winds of passion and cast aside this world for the dark and sinful realms of sensuous abandon. Persephone's consciousness melted away in rose coloured petals and dripped liquid lust upon her bounty with searing sensations. She had left this world wholly, gone to dance alongside resplendent Aphrodisia in those stupendous realms of lust and desire. From within the shadows of towering birch and aspen an enormous beast emerged. The light of the gibbous moon cast hard shadows across its rippling muscle and taught sinew as the gargantuan form lurched forward from the boughs. A low growl rumbled deep within its chest as the massive form drew closer. White fur shined and yellow eyes flashed in the light of that August moon as the beast descended upon her.