Full Moon Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mm Mah Madness
“Mmm… Not yet!” I cried out, waking myself from a nightmare. There had been a full moon shining through my skylight as I gave birth alone, with no hand to hold, no arms to cradle me. For days, I’d been feeling labor pains growing stronger, tightening within my strong, curvaceous body, coiling and building. I soothed my hands over my large, tight belly, trying to breathe deeper, calmer.
“Everything is okay. We’re okay.” I really felt wiped out. Exhausted. “I just really need a long nap.” I decided, but upon glancing out my bedroom window, I noticed my cobalt-blue hammock, deeper out into my forest. I hadn’t been in my hammock in months, feeling too unwieldy to navigate the rugged terrain, but tonight, I felt compelled to try. To seek comfort under the boughs of green and shifting moonlight.
Alone in the verdant forest, I was about to lower myself into my blue hammock when I heard a voice. “It is well you have finally returned to me.” I turned sharply, a Wolf Man was so close I could feel his heart thundering. Wolf…
“Who are you?” Why did I feel so deeply that he was safe to be near? That I wanted to be with him? Go with him? Where would we go?
“I’m yours. Always have been. Always will be.”
“Always Mine?”
“Yes, as sure as my babies are in your belly, I am yours, and you are mine. Forever.” He gently caressed my heavy belly, my skin tight and too hot. A Wolf Man was caressing me. Like he yearned for me. Like I wasn’t alone. Or didn’t have to be.
“Why don’t I remember you?”
“You needed time to adjust to our new life together, so I let you go, just for a bit, but you took your time returning to me. For that- Dearest Emmy, you need a spanking.”
“I-I do?” Because did I? Wolf… eee? Was that right?
“Oh yes, you definitely do. You need it so very badly, you’re sweet with want.”
“I am?”
“Mm yes. So sweet. So ready.”
“Oh dear. I don’t think I want what you think…I want.”
“I don’t think. I know. You desire to be my good little mate. To submit your gorgeous tooshie to me, to allow me to care for you, as you need to be cared for.”
“Who says what I need?”
“Hmm, your scent. Your body. That little sigh that escaped you just before you spoke. You desire my hands on your sensitive flesh. You want me to tend to you. Submit. My Emmy. My Mate.”
“That’s mm mm mm mm mm mm mm mm mah madness!” My mind felt stuck until the word- the name- finally formed. “Wolfie?”
“Yes.”
“You’re my… Wolfie Pa-“
“Go ahead.” He encouraged me gently.
“PawPaw.”
“What does my sweet little mate need?”
“I need-“
“Yes, Baby?”
“I want-“
“Mmm tell me, Baby.”
“I want you… to touch me.”
“That’s all you need ever speak and I will tend to your cravings. Your desires. All of me will be for all of you. I yearn for you.” He turned me in his ruggedly soft furry grasp, nuzzling my tender neck, creating chaos in my overcome senses, his powerful arms shielding me from the brambles of the forest as his clawed hand quickly pulled back my skirt, shifting it’s open front layer to the side, slicing my panties along my leg, and dipping his sweet, thick furry finger into my drenched quim. My body lit up, pleasures sparking along my spine, my pussy juices seeping down my plump thighs, coating my skin in pleasure sauce. Proof of his claiming me, my body and my mind. At least in the moment. He growled low, when I shifted, and spread my nether lips open for his fingers. Pumping one thick digit into my waiting, engorged but needy pussy. It squelched at his entry but sucked him in to squeeze and cream for him.
“Oh… oh my.”
“Yesss, Mine.”
“Oh goodness.”
“Mmm sweet goodness all for me. Feel how wet you are for my touch? How your body yearns to submit for me? Leak for me?”
I felt it, as I began shifting my pelvis against his furred hand, desperate for more, hoping for just the right amount of pressure on my pearl, but he was ignoring my demands. Oh. But it felt so decadent and dangerous to give in to his touch, his dark demand for submission, but I wanted to. More than anything. Ever. I wanted to lose myself in him as delicious heat snake up my spine,
“Who’s been so very naughty?”
“Oh!”
“Oh yes. It was you, dear, sweet, lovely, Emmy. Staying away so long I could only stroke my big hard cock missing you. Wanting you on your knees before me, suckling at my cock. Lapping along my balls. Pleasuring me. Swallowing my seed.”
“Oh fuck.” I felt my pussy juicing just at the mere idea of sucking on his warm cock. I wanted to feel him in my mouth. “I want to taste you.”
“Such sweet desires you possess. But now is not the time.”
“Not now? Why?” I practically demanded, feeling frustrated, flipping aroused and so very needy.
“You have yet to feel your bottom swatted just so.”
“Like… how so.” I rose up, well, I hoisted myself off my knees, using the hammock to steady me, gripping its deep blue fabric like a rope to tether myself to. I had never felt so unquenched in my life. I was suffused with longing, ripe for a good pounding. Any kind of thrusting and I’d be lost. My fingers… a stone wand… his cock. I peered at him, skimming my way downward, searching for cock justice. The correct style of punishment that my body craved.
“My hand slapping against your tooshie. Til you feel it. Til you clench with want.”
“I want to clench. I do. I want to clench on you.”
“Oh, dear, sweet Emmy. I know, but first, this.”
“Wh- how… do I…?” I looked to Wolfie for guidance on where to place myself or how to stand. I certainly couldn’t bend over too far with my swollen belly protruding under my silken purple sleep dress.
“Worry not, My Love, I’ll place you where I want you.” I nodded my consent. Oh my! Did I consent. I wanted My Wolfie so desperately I ached with need. My pussy tightening on nothing yet hoping for everything he could give me. Every touch. Every glance. Every breath I would hear him gasp in pleasure. Every low rumbling growl and hiss of satisfaction. They would be mine.
“Yes, Wolfie… um Paw Paw.”
“Speak it again, Love.”
“Paw Paw.” He growled, and lifted my dress to expose my skin to the warm night air.
“Mm yesss. So ripe and sweet. Now lean forward, I’ll make certain this lovely, sexy hammock of yours holds you just right. Giving me a full view of your full hips and lush bottom.”
“Mmm oooh my.” My body felt supported for the first time since my belly grew, as my Paw Paw arranged me within its cradling, swaddling length. I felt relaxed but entranced by what would come next since I was restrained too. Unable to cover my bottom to protect myself.
“Such a perfect tooshie. So hot. So naughty. So ready for me.” My Wolfie rumbled affectionately as my pussy grew wetter and my nipples hardened, pressing so achingly against fabric but never truly enough to find bliss, to reach a precipice of sensation. I seemed to enjoy being called naughty. And I guess I never knew I liked having my bottom spanked either. But I was wild with want. His thick, furred fingers traced along my crack, swirling upward to carress my cheeks in turn, building the urgency I felt, leaving me straining against the hammock as I tried to press my skin into his capable, sexy, loving hands.
Wolfie Paw Paw was correct about me. I was naughty for staying away from my forest for so long. For ignoring my need to be surrounded by pine trees, bird chatter and moon glow. For ignoring my heart and body’s instinctive pull to wildness.
To Full Moon Madness.
A small slap to my bottom got my attention, my pussy tightened and gushed as my breasts began leaking. It was too soon for leaking. My babies weren’t even born yet. Oh my goodness! He said babies! As in plural! Ooohhh my forests. Oh my moon! How could I handle multiple-“
“Emmy… return to me. Feel me.” Wolfie slapped my ass hard. Stinging and bringing me back to a heightened focus. To the tightening of all my muscles and then the calm of everything in me relaxing after the rush. Wetness dripping from my needy pussy, my inner thigh, glistening- I was sure- as it made a trail of yearning down my leg.
Oh I needed more of my Wolfie’s hands on my flesh. Marking me. Remaking me. Taking me. Loving me. “I feel you.”
“I didn’t hear you.”
“I feel you, Paw Paw.”
“There’s my Sweet Emmy.”
“I need-“
“Tell me, Baby Girl.”
“I need more. Please.”
“Please who?”
“Oh fuck. Please! Wolfie Paw Paw Mine! Paw Paw more! Please!”
“Mmm, I love hearing your voice, hearing you asking for what you need and want, little Emmy Mine.”
“Need you, Paw Paw. I was so naughty to stay away. I need you to keep me with you, forever. Fill my pussy with your seed. Spank me when I’m not kind to myself.”
“Oh yes. You do tend to speak badly about your body. This gorgeous, sexy body I love to touch. Love to carress and coax. Love to spark and spank. Love to fuck you so thoroughly you won’t need a stone wand. Or your fingers. I’ll be your wand. My fingers will satisfy you. You will never feel alone again. You are my forever. Do you hear me?”
“Oh yes, Paw Paw. I want that! I want you! I want to be your family. Forever. Please- touch me! I can take it.” I gasped with want, quickly feeling like I would dissolve if he didn’t spank me again. Or push his hard cock into my slick heat.
A hard slap reverberated throughout my entire being, flaring deeper sensations of burning but heated tendrils of intense desire, building and swirling, my head clear enough to realize I wanted this wolf man to be the only soul to touch me this way. Ever. And hopefully- forever.
Fur- Ever. I giggled, moaning with desire and the remaining sting, finding it funny that he was furry. Funny and flipping hot. I yearned to feel his fur again as he nuzzled my neck and against my breasts, lapping at my milk. Suckling at my engorged nipples, teasing them, drawing warmth and wet from my sexy, pregnant body.
“We’ve only just begun Emmy Sweet. There is time for a proper mating, in my den home. Come into my arms, and let us away.” Wolfie extricated me from my hammock, which I had never known could support me in such a sexy manner, and lifted me to hold against his furry chest, like precious cargo. There, under a moon so bright and ominously erotic, I could feel his heart beating, he walked us toward our forever.
