2025-09-26, 09:21 PM
Astra lay naked in the deserted meadow, lustrous blonde hair spread out on the ground behind her like a golden haze. She'd been for a swim in the nearby lake, then combed her hair out as it dried. Now her clothes lay neatly piled nearby for when she wished to put them back on. She knew she was safe from prying eyes here, for the only others besides her who would come to this place were the creatures of the forest, and they were her friends.
One in particular was a special friend to Astra...her she-wolf. Well, she called it "hers" because it always came to her whenever she came out here. She remembered the first time she'd seen it...she'd been sitting by the lake, idly tossing pebbles into it, and then she'd looked up to see the lean, grey reflection in the water. Lifting her gaze from the water to the shore beside her, her eyes met those of the she-wolf as it leaned down to lap at the water.
At first, Astra had been frightened, for everyone knows that a wolf is a wild creature, as prone to attack you as it is to run away--or so the villagers had said. They were also afraid of this place because of the Wolfen--some sort of mystical shapechanging monster that supposedly ate people. Astra dismissed the legends as the creations of some drunk old farmer who'd seen a wolf come onto his field one night in the light of the full moon. The moon was tricky, after all--its light cast odd shadows. Perhaps the farmer only thought he saw the wolf change shape.
But to her surprise, the wolf had been friendly. It had come over, sniffed at her hand, and then licked it. Astra had smiled, and lifted her hand to the wolf's neck experimentally. Without so much of a growl, it let her pet it. And so they had become friends.
The she-wolf came around every time Astra was there, from then on. She'd petted it, played with it, even talked to it. It did her good to have someone to talk to, she felt; life as a peasant girl in the village wasn't easy at the best of times. Even if the wolf couldn't talk back, Astra had the strangest feeling that it understood what she was saying.
Then, one day, she'd stripped naked and gone swimming. The she-wolf had joined her, dogpaddling gamely along until she'd had her fill. After she'd come out of the water and sat on the beach combing her hair, she was slightly startled when the she-wolf had come up to her and nuzzled her private region with its cold, wet nose. But it was really nothing unusual, Astra had reflected after a moment's thought. That was how canines and lupines got acquainted, after all, through smelling each other's nether regions. Astra had chuckled, wondering if she should reciprocate.
Then the she-wolf had begun to lick her. Astra had momentarily ceased combing her hair, intending to chasten the she-wolf, but then she'd realized that it felt good. There was no reason to stop something that felt good, was there? Besides, it wasn't as if it were one of the boorish men of the village, most of whose only interest in her was to shove their thing into hers for just long enough to get some relief, and then lose all interest in her. It was nice to feel good just for herself for a change...
Lost in her recollections, Astra didn't hear the she-wolf's approach at first. Then she heard the pitpat of its running feet, and looked up. There it was, standing at the edge of the clearing. "Hello, girl!" Astra called out. It barked a reply, and bounded over to her. "Hi there...and how are you doing today?" Astra asked it. It barked again, and panted, then lay down beside her.
Astra smiled. "Well, it's good to see you, too." She lay back on the ground. "It's good to be here, to get away from that village...sometimes I wish I could leave and never come back." The wolf yawned, and licked her leg. Astra smiled, and stroked the she-wolf. She closed her eyes, and let the wolf continue. It liked to lick her all over, as though it were giving a puppy a bath. Astra wasn't sure why, but she didn't mind. It was a way for the she-wolf to express its affection for her, and it felt kind of nice in a way. Astra relaxed and dozed, her dreams expressing her fantasies as the wolf's rough tongue swiped over her body.
She was a princess, lying on a regal bed, with a maid delicately scrubbing at her legs with a washcloth...the cloth moved up her legs, toward her private area... She moaned slightly. It was no longer a maid, but a lover, pausing at her crotch before moving up to her chest to kiss her breasts, which filled out under the rough, warm tongue, becoming firm. The tongue paused at her neck, swiping her a couple of times across the face before moving back down to her legs again.
Then she felt a slightly different sensation around her feet, as if they were both being licked at the same time. She was too sleepy to take much notice of this, really; her thoughts were back on the bed, lying there with her lover. She reached down to one of her breasts, massaged it gently and pretended it was his touch. The warmth moved up from her feet to her lower legs, her calves. She reached down to her crotch, touched herself there, increasing the pleasure that the she-wolf had begun.
The warmth reached up to her thighs now, enveloped her legs in a sheath of moist warmth that felt halfway between a warm bath and being in bed. In her fantasy, she was pulling the covers up to her waist, over herself and her lover.
Then the warmth slid past her waist, and she felt it all around her...her hands slid into it as well, as they were still down at her crotch. The warmth tightened around her legs, and tightened momentarily again as it moved further up her. She felt some kind of throbbing against her bare skin, and it felt a little warmer. She moaned gently...her lover was holding her so close that she could feel his body heat against her.
As her lower chest now felt the warmth, Astra mmmmed and moaned. This felt good. It moved up to her breasts. The tightness around her legs moved upward, too, and increased a couple of times, squeezing her tightly, then releasing.
One in particular was a special friend to Astra...her she-wolf. Well, she called it "hers" because it always came to her whenever she came out here. She remembered the first time she'd seen it...she'd been sitting by the lake, idly tossing pebbles into it, and then she'd looked up to see the lean, grey reflection in the water. Lifting her gaze from the water to the shore beside her, her eyes met those of the she-wolf as it leaned down to lap at the water.
At first, Astra had been frightened, for everyone knows that a wolf is a wild creature, as prone to attack you as it is to run away--or so the villagers had said. They were also afraid of this place because of the Wolfen--some sort of mystical shapechanging monster that supposedly ate people. Astra dismissed the legends as the creations of some drunk old farmer who'd seen a wolf come onto his field one night in the light of the full moon. The moon was tricky, after all--its light cast odd shadows. Perhaps the farmer only thought he saw the wolf change shape.
But to her surprise, the wolf had been friendly. It had come over, sniffed at her hand, and then licked it. Astra had smiled, and lifted her hand to the wolf's neck experimentally. Without so much of a growl, it let her pet it. And so they had become friends.
The she-wolf came around every time Astra was there, from then on. She'd petted it, played with it, even talked to it. It did her good to have someone to talk to, she felt; life as a peasant girl in the village wasn't easy at the best of times. Even if the wolf couldn't talk back, Astra had the strangest feeling that it understood what she was saying.
Then, one day, she'd stripped naked and gone swimming. The she-wolf had joined her, dogpaddling gamely along until she'd had her fill. After she'd come out of the water and sat on the beach combing her hair, she was slightly startled when the she-wolf had come up to her and nuzzled her private region with its cold, wet nose. But it was really nothing unusual, Astra had reflected after a moment's thought. That was how canines and lupines got acquainted, after all, through smelling each other's nether regions. Astra had chuckled, wondering if she should reciprocate.
Then the she-wolf had begun to lick her. Astra had momentarily ceased combing her hair, intending to chasten the she-wolf, but then she'd realized that it felt good. There was no reason to stop something that felt good, was there? Besides, it wasn't as if it were one of the boorish men of the village, most of whose only interest in her was to shove their thing into hers for just long enough to get some relief, and then lose all interest in her. It was nice to feel good just for herself for a change...
Lost in her recollections, Astra didn't hear the she-wolf's approach at first. Then she heard the pitpat of its running feet, and looked up. There it was, standing at the edge of the clearing. "Hello, girl!" Astra called out. It barked a reply, and bounded over to her. "Hi there...and how are you doing today?" Astra asked it. It barked again, and panted, then lay down beside her.
Astra smiled. "Well, it's good to see you, too." She lay back on the ground. "It's good to be here, to get away from that village...sometimes I wish I could leave and never come back." The wolf yawned, and licked her leg. Astra smiled, and stroked the she-wolf. She closed her eyes, and let the wolf continue. It liked to lick her all over, as though it were giving a puppy a bath. Astra wasn't sure why, but she didn't mind. It was a way for the she-wolf to express its affection for her, and it felt kind of nice in a way. Astra relaxed and dozed, her dreams expressing her fantasies as the wolf's rough tongue swiped over her body.
She was a princess, lying on a regal bed, with a maid delicately scrubbing at her legs with a washcloth...the cloth moved up her legs, toward her private area... She moaned slightly. It was no longer a maid, but a lover, pausing at her crotch before moving up to her chest to kiss her breasts, which filled out under the rough, warm tongue, becoming firm. The tongue paused at her neck, swiping her a couple of times across the face before moving back down to her legs again.
Then she felt a slightly different sensation around her feet, as if they were both being licked at the same time. She was too sleepy to take much notice of this, really; her thoughts were back on the bed, lying there with her lover. She reached down to one of her breasts, massaged it gently and pretended it was his touch. The warmth moved up from her feet to her lower legs, her calves. She reached down to her crotch, touched herself there, increasing the pleasure that the she-wolf had begun.
The warmth reached up to her thighs now, enveloped her legs in a sheath of moist warmth that felt halfway between a warm bath and being in bed. In her fantasy, she was pulling the covers up to her waist, over herself and her lover.
Then the warmth slid past her waist, and she felt it all around her...her hands slid into it as well, as they were still down at her crotch. The warmth tightened around her legs, and tightened momentarily again as it moved further up her. She felt some kind of throbbing against her bare skin, and it felt a little warmer. She moaned gently...her lover was holding her so close that she could feel his body heat against her.
As her lower chest now felt the warmth, Astra mmmmed and moaned. This felt good. It moved up to her breasts. The tightness around her legs moved upward, too, and increased a couple of times, squeezing her tightly, then releasing.