Huge black thunderheads built in the west and faint flashes of lightening could be seen in the distance. Low dull rumbles vibrated through the body, more felt than heard, from distant thunder. The storm would be here by nightfall, but it would be a few more hours Mikayla thought to herself.

Somewhere in the distance a hawk cried out, a squirrel barked in a nearby tree and the breeze moved through the towering sage grass and reminded her of dancers swirling and twisting to some unheard drums.

Lying on the hillside in the soft warm grass, Mikayla could see the ever-changing shapes in the clouds and tried to catch glimpses of the spirits moving about in them. Suggestions would begin to form then meld away and begin to form another shape, never quite completing the last before the next started. The spirits played games with her mind as they moved through the wall of approaching clouds.

The slow movement of the storm front mixed with the boiling face of rolling clouds mesmerized Mikayla and soon she found herself in a dream state, not asleep, but balanced in that place somewhere between sleep and wakefulness. Her eyes almost closed focused on the approaching storm. Her eyelids getting heavier with each passing minute. Hypnotized by the rapidly changing designs and shapes created in the many shades of black and gray. Within this sullen trance one shape kept trying to build more than any of the others.

Lazily she allowed her head to lull to one side and watch as a single cloud moved away from the rest, like smoke fanned from above a fire with a blanket. As if her eyes has separated this tiny section of storm and cut it out as a calf gets cut away from a herd. It churned and twisted reaching out away from the rest. She could begin to see a form taking shape. A head like figure began to unfold and become more and more visible with each moment in time. Then it was just there. She didn’t see it complete itself and she thought she must have dosed off.

Above her was the shape of a Spirit Wolf. Not a shape really, but the compete wolf. Standing in the air, running ahead of the storm, running to earth, like a bolt of lightening racing towards her.

Before her, about a long stone throw it stopped and just stood there upon the earth. Only now it was a real wolf, no cloud shape, no figment of Mikayla’s imagination, no ghost of a spirit, but the largest timber wolf she had ever seen.

A tranquility passed over her and she felt no fear. She sensed it was not there to harm her but to bring her comfort. For a long moment she watched as the wolf stared at her. Sleepily she seemed to doze through half closed lids as the wolf watched over her. Like a peaceful sentry telling her it is safe to sleep now, all will be well. She let out a soft sigh and closed her eyes.

He came walking slowly up the hill. Watching her sleep, admiring the smooth almond skin, raven black hair hung loose near her waist, the buckskin rising and falling over her ample breast with each slow slumbering breath she took. Her lips were full and inviting, waiting for his.

He moved beside her and laid down in the grass with her. His hand tenderly and slowly feeling the softness of her hair as he slowly stroked her head allowing his hand to lift a part and comb through his fingers. He bent low inhaled the aroma of her with closed eyes. He kissed her hair, lingering, drawing his lips across her head as he inhaled deeply the arousing fragrance of this beautiful flower.

Watching, admiring, studying her for a long time, he parted her hair from her forehead and she slowly opened her eyes and looked deep into his. A tender smile widened across her lips and he also smiled back at her. Her radiance was overpowering and he could see in her soul the woman before him.

Mikayla felt so peaceful, like a hand gently stroking her hair, tenderly brushing it away from her forehead. Warm heat moved across her head slowly skipping from place to place. Oh! If this was a dream she never wanted to wake up.

Slowly she opened her eyes and she saw him. She studied the man as he lay running his gentle, but strong fingers through her hair. His eyes dark as the storm clouds and they seemed to be swirling and moving in a way she had never seen before. He slowly bent forward, she thought agonizingly slow and placed his lips to hers. Tenderly, just brushing her lips with his.

Ever so slowly his mouth opened and he brushed the tip of his tongue across her lips. Lightly, almost not touching her. Mikayla feels the heat of his open mouth and tingling of her lips as his tongue whispered softly across hers, circling her lips he continued making tiny circles about her chin and cheeks. Sometimes just pulling his lips away and just breathing his heated breath across her delicate skin.

Mikayla felt the heat like a dragon’s breath starting a fire deep inside her. She wanted to move and embrace him in her arms, to pull him to her awaiting mouth, but she could not move, pinned by some unknown force and held there for his bidding.

Mikayla arched her head back, nearly lifting her shoulders from the ground as his mouth kissed her neck, his tongue wetting the way for his lips as he tirelessly nibbled, licked and kissed every inch of her neck. When he got to her ears he hesitated a moment smiling to himself as he slowly began to tease her neck at the base of her ear with his breath. His tongue flicked out and brushed her tingling skin behind her ear then danced around the outside of her lobe as the dragon heated her inside.

She writhed in the sensations he created in her, his every move for her. Her breath deep and slow as she tried to control the feeling of the womanly fires raging in her loins. Her breast rising high with each breath and slowly falling with every slow, controlled exhale. One hand slowly rubbing up and down her bare arm, like the touch of an eagle feather across her skin. His mouth and hand moving constantly.

He raised and began to untie the buckskin she wore. Pulling slowly the tag of the leather lace, the knot fell loose. With teasing precision his fingers worked the lacing lose and she pulled the dress over her head and placed it on the ground beside her.

Her breast was the perfect melon shape, topped by large erect nipples. Mikayla’s belly flat and hard and her thighs, firm and smooth glistened from the wetness of her womanhood just waiting for him. She laid back at his coaxing and he began by blowing tiny circles around her chest. Circling her breast, but not touching or breathing on them. His mouth opened wide as he bit down lightly on her neck and began to suck.

A sudden moan escaped her lips as his mouth sucked on the base of her neck. He allowed his chest to move close to hers, his skin radiating heat as his hard muscular chest brushed her nipples.

Mikayla wanted to feel him, touch him, yet she was still unable to move. Bound to the earth by some invisible force of nature. Yet she was not sure she could stand it much longer.

His tongue never stopping draws circles and traces unknown paths across her belly. Circling her belly button and dipping low enough to touch her pubic hair with his chin.

Mikayla’s mind begged for him to release her and let her go that she may love him, but to no avail as his movements cover her swiftly and wetly.

Finally his mouth opens wide over her left nipple and she await his warm mouth, but he only breaths warmth on her before moving to the other.
His hot breath washing over her as the fire he has creates rampages through her.
Then, like a snakes tasting the air his tongues dart across a nipple, a flick, then another, more heated air follows. Suddenly his teeth gently and tenderly close about her left nipple. Pulling slowly he stretches it up to him. Slowly lowering her nipple back to her breast his mouth opens wide around her and he sucks in as much of her as he can, as he sucked, his tongues flicked and circled her nipple. Then slowly he releases her and moves to the right, duplicating the same movements.

His hand begins to massage her breast, gently squeezing and pulling the firm mound of flesh. Molding her to his perfection, a gentle knead, a pull, a squeeze, and they move at will for him. Fingers masterfully roll and tug at her nipples as his mouth moves back and forth, sharing his love with each equally.

Mikayla feels his free hand upon her leg, startled at first by the tingling touch as his hand moves slowly across her thigh. His hand never quite rubbing Mikayla, but just touching her. Slowly moving up and down her legs, circling her pubis as he allows only the tenders of touches to breath across the heavenly fur.

Her moans and sighs begin to get louder, filling the air around the storm. His hot mouth moving down her belly, circling, darting, and jumping from place to place. His hand moving closer with each movement on her leg.

His mouth moved over her pubis gently blowing warm breathes across the curly fur guarding her treasure. Slowly and with controlled pressure his hand slides up between her opening legs to welcome him, invite him, demand him to enter.

Slowly the side of a strong index finger parts her love, slowly rolling in the flood of juices Mikayla pours forth to him. Slowly, rubbing up and down, he feels the full harness of her tiny erection. Her juices coating his finger he begins to circle this tiny shaft of pleasure as her moans grow louder.

He licks her juices from his fingers and smiles as he tastes her womanhood for the first time. Reaching into her he explores her depths with two fingers as his thumb rubs the outside and his other fingers.

Mikayla arches her hips to him, her buttock circling, gyrating, and shoving against his hand as his fingers reach that g-spot deep inside. Sliding a third finger into her she begins to buck against him, grinding into his strong hard fingers. Legs open wide, he breath rough, short, labored, as he smiles down at her and pleasures in seeing her sheer enjoyment.

He slowly bends over her and kisses her moist lips of love. His tongue darts slowly around the delicious clit and he begins sucking and licking her as his fingers delve deep into her pot of honey. His tongue flicking and circling Mikayla’s clit brings forth a scream of joy as she begins to flood herself as one of many orgasms racks through her love tortured body.

Moving between her legs he opens her wide and lets his tongue penetrate her tender opening. Slowly at first his long tongue drives deep into her, then he stabs her again and again with his wet tool as it licks and curls around inside her. She can feel his nose rubbing her clit as his face smashes harder and harder against her. Sucking and licking wildly as she gyrates against his face.
Finally Mikayla frees her arms from the earth and grabs his head, gripping his long hair in both hands and begins to pull him into her. Animalistic urges take over and she begins to scream at the top of her lungs, telling him, ”YES!” with each thrust of her hips as passion washes over her and floods his waiting mouth with all her goodness and passion.

Slowly he licks her as she becomes human again. Her body quieting down as he lies between her legs tenderly licking and sucking her lips. Quietly she falls asleep.

Sometime later Mikayla opened her eyes to see the storm approaching quickly. Rain was starting to fall and she realized she needed to get back to camp. Jumping up from the ground a movement down the hill caught her eye. A huge timber wolf was watching her. Slowly he turned and trotted away disappearing into the distance. A voice repeated itself in her head.

SPIRIT WOLF.