His dark hair was long, brushing along his shoulders, and looking as wild as he was. But it was the fact he was naked, like buck-fucking-naked, and moving toward me that had my fight or flight instinct rising. I knew I should turn and leave, but I was frozen to this one spot, unable to do much but stand there and stare at him. His eyes were this weird shade of golden amber, and when he made this low and animalistic sound from his throat, I finally had the common sense to move away. But my movements were slow, unsure, and then I was stopped when my back met a tree.
He was breathing heavily, this low sound coming from his throat that made me think of a wild animal on the move. He was so close to me now, so close that I could see that he was ruggedly handsome, powerful and massive in his height and weight. He inhaled deeply, made a growly kind of noise, and I swear I got wet from the sound alone. He inhaled again and it was like he was trying to inhale my scent, take a part of me inside of his body until there was nothing left. It was strange staring at this man, this beast, as he stared at me with his eyes so golden in color they looked surreal.
I curled my nails into the bark and told myself to get the fuck out of there, but I couldn’t take my gaze from his. It was like I was transfixed by him, and that scared me more than this strange man standing before me. And then I saw his body start to grow taller, more muscular, and I gripped the edge of the tree harder behind me. I couldn’t do anything but stare as this man who had been big before was now positively enormous. I had to crane my neck back just to see his face, but then I slowly lowered my gaze across his long dark hair, to the broad, hard shoulders, down to his pecs, and stopped at the light sprinkling of dark hair that covered his flesh. He wasn’t overly hairy, but had enough that it told me he was all man, all testosterone and masculinity so that I felt like this tiny little thing compared to him.
And then I lowered my gaze to the rippling abs he sported, and to the huge cock that was hard between his legs. He leaned in, inhaled even deeper now, and I swear my hart skipped a beat at the sound he made. His cock was long and thick, completely unrealistic for a normal human man, but then again this male was not human. Not in any sense. I knew this with every part of me.
He reached out, took a strand of my hair and rubbed it between his fingers, and then brought it to his nose to smell it.
“What are you doing?” I asked, my words soft, breathless even.
“Good.” He grunted out like an animal about to mount me, about to give me a warning of what he was about to do.
He started stroking me, and his touch on my face and bare arms had goose flesh popping out along my skin, and me on the verge of moaning out for him to do more. “This is wrong. This is crazy.” I said the last part on a moan as he touched me more fiercely.
“Stop talking,” he growled out, as if he were angry with me.
I didn’t know this man, didn’t even know if he was real or if I was drunk at the party and had passed out. Hell, I could be imagining all of this. God, was I? Was I passed out, people walking by me and not knowing that I was dreaming up this strange and fantastical image of this beast-man about to fuck me? And he was—about to fuck me, that is. I could see it in the way he stared at my lips, lowered his gaze to my breasts, and then reached out and touched them, as if he owned them. He moved an inch closer, dug his hard-on right into my belly, and my pussy convulsed on its own.
Was I like one of those stupid women on those horror movies that just stand here and let shit happen to them? I should be slapping his hands away, kneeing him in his big, glorious and hard dick, and running away screaming. But shit, I couldn’t, wouldn’t do any of that, because I had never felt so turned on in my life. It was like my pussy was running the show, screaming at me to stay right here, to let him have his filthy fucking way with me, because I knew it was going to be insanely good. This was an animalistic and primal experience, and no way in hell was I about to let it end.
His cock was so hard, and the scent of him was wild, like the trees and greenery around us. Right now he didn’t seem like a man at all, but a feral creature that had one thing on his mind: fucking me. He slammed his hands on the tree beside my head, lowered his face close to mine, and the sound that came from his throat was deep and carnal.
What the hell is happening? I thought to myself, repeating that question in my head over and over again until it was like a broken record.
“Mine,” he growled out deeply, and ran the tip of his nose up my throat, stopping when he reached my pulse. He breathed out slowly, in and out, faster and harder as he ground himself against me.
“I have to go.” Common sense and reason reared its head up, and although I desperately wanted this stranger, this beast of a man, I knew I couldn’t do this. It was just too bizarre. But when I went to move on shaky legs he roared out loud enough that my entire body shook from it.