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The following is an excerpt from my novel THE BITCH available on Kindle, Nook, and Smashwords. If you like it, grab yourself a copy for $0.99



The Bitch wanted to kill him so badly she could taste it, like the clean metallic flavor of blood on her tongue. She stalked through the woods unaware that she was being followed, her mind so lost in dark fantasies about his murder that her usually impeccable senses became lost in the mire of revenge.

The bitch had worked through the forest sniffing the ground and the air trying to find another of her kind, a male, but so far all she had found the smell of moles and birds and a fox, but nothing even close to the fetid smell of death he carried. Suddenly the wind carried the scent of another one of her kind, a male who was marking every couple feet to make it known that this was his territory, his woods. She didn’t think it was the One, but she had to find out.

She could tell where he was based on his scent, and she lifted her tail and let the wind carry the smell of her out into the world, a calling card that would send him running. She moved onto the muddy soil by the lake began to lap up the cold water, silt and all. From the distance came a low howl, the sound of lust called out into the still night.

The taste of blood and meat was still in her mouth and the water was tinged with it, a feint metallic taste that wasn’t unpleasant. She lay down on the bank and began to lick her coat clean of the remaining blood that had stained her legs and chest. The bitch’s last victim was a fat man and his soft body held a lot of blood. It was dirty work getting through the fat of his stomach to the juicy bits beneath, especially while he was still alive and strong enough to fight her off. He was stronger than he looked, and she eventually had to step back and watch him paw his intestines back into the ragged hole she had chewed into him until he grew too weak to stop her feeding.

When her tongue bath was done the bitch smelt the air again. He was coming. A couple more minutes and she would see him and know if he was the One. Either she would get to finally kill him or she would get laid. Even though the bitch was incredibly horny right now she would much prefer the feeling of her teeth going into the One’s throat over the feel of a rigid cock going into her pussy.

She would have to prepare; either as a trap or as foreplay. The bitch began to lick her sex, the rough texture of her tongue feeling very good over her swelling lips. She sniffed the air again and changed shape into human form, her tongue still lapping away between her legs, the taste of her own juices on her tongue and the feel of the velvety smooth flesh getting sucked into her mouth while one hand held her left leg aloft and the other hand worked slowly in and out of the tight slippery hole.

Even as a human her hearing was every bit as good as her wolfen counterpart. She could hear him crashing through the brush, the lingering smell of death upon his thick fur and the call of his arousal washing over her in subtle waves. He appeared at the far end of the beach and watched her as she continued to lick the swollen pink nub of her clit. She looked at the wolf and smiled. It wasn’t him; it wasn’t the man she wanted to kill. She would have to be content with fucking this stranger and moving on, hoping to find the One another day, in another forest.

He wasted no more time and crossed the beach in three quick steps, his cold nose pushing her head away as he took her place, the rough tongue lapping over her entire pussy in one long lick. She leaned back into the cool sand and moaned out as the wolf continued to lap at her dripping cunt. She reached down and grabbed the beast’s head and pulled it in closer. The tongue slithered into her wetness and began to curl up and stroke the leathery tightness of her G-spot. She screamed out in ecstasy, her hands tangled in his thick fur.

She felt his skull shifting around under her hands and the quality of his fur changed, it thinned, and grew softer. A finger replaced its tongue and continued to stroke her spot, the feeling not the same and not as good but still pretty fucking fantastic. He found her rhythm and worked with it, allowing the orgasm to build before letting her release it as a scream into the night.

He let her pussy quiver over his lips as she bucked into his hand, then he withdrew it with a soft wet sound and licked the fingers clean. She sighed loudly and ran her fingers through her hair, a small laugh escaping her numb lips as the gooseflesh ran over her body and her feet began to tingle in post orgasmic wonder.

The man pounced onto her, the weight of his body coming down on her and pushing her deeper into the mud. She could feel the rigid shaft of his cock as it searched out the warmth between her legs and found it quickly. He dove his hips down and he impaled her, the thickness stretching her lips and filling her completely.

“Oh god,” She gasped, her brown eyes growing wide in pleasure and pain as he began to pump his hips and the hardness slid in and out of her, the feel of it driving her insane with hunger. “That’s it puppy, fuck my pussy…” The bitch purred. Her voice was deep and raspy, out of breath and desperate. The tree’s overhead swayed in a gentle breeze that played over their bodies, bringing gooseflesh out on their naked skin.

He moaned, the sound more like a growl caught deep in his throat, the muscles of his chest like rocks as she ran her delicate hands over them, his arms like the branches of trees covered in soft flesh that glowed in the moonlight. She felt his body; the leathery flesh covering the thick chords of muscle like steel, the soft network of veins that stood out underneath the covering of flesh, the delicate hair on his arms and chest.

He was tall. Her nipples played over the ridge of muscle underneath his ribcage, the feel of the smattering of hair making her nipples pucker and stand out, the areola pulling in to allow the nub additional skin. She could feel the nipple rubbing in his flesh and it sent an electric jolt of pleasure through her body and down her stomach and straight into her pussy where it built towards another orgasm.

His hardness was turning her on; the feel of his rock hard cock as it pumped into her, the glazed look of crazed intensity in his eyes, the way gooseflesh stood out on his tight skin and the slight quiver in his hips as he pushed deep inside of her. He was getting close, and she chased his orgasm with her own.

“In me,” She moaned, “Come inside me. I want to feel you come.”

Her words had an immediate reaction and she felt him quicken his pace, the feel of his thick dick working into her deeper and faster, his hips grinding and slowly rotating, the coarse tangle of his pubic hair rubbing her clit raw. She clamped her hands onto his firm buttocks and squeezed, the thick nails of her fingers breaking through his flesh and drawing half moons of blood onto the skin as she screamed out.

He came hard, his cock throbbing inside of her as he pumped his seed into her pussy, the molten hot liquid filling her and eliciting a low moan of ecstasy from them both. She shoved him back off her and onto his back, her mouth quickly finding the soaked shaft of his dick and pulling it into her mouth. She tasted the salty creaminess of their combined juices and she drank, sucking the liquid into her mouth and moaning with pleasure as it filled her mouth and dripped from her gaping pussy at the same time.

She ran a hand over her swollen lips and rubbed the fluid over her hairless cunt and stomach. She stroked her small hand over the meaty cock, sucking it into her mouth and watching his blue eyes roll into the back of his head. He drew his hips away from her, gasping as an overload of pleasure sent static into his brain. She could feel him growing flaccid in her hand and she played her tongue over the shrinking head, smiling and playfully dragging her pearl white teeth over it.

Exhausted and satiated she rolled off her elbow and onto her back to look up at the slowly passing summer sky. The moon was still right where she left it, a jaundiced eye watching from nowhere that saw as a casual observer, yet passed no judgment over it’s charge. The wind had all but stopped, and as she lay there catching her breath and feeling the sweat dry on her skin she felt the tinges of sorrow tugging on her mind. He wasn’t the one.

The bitch looked over at him and sighed. He was tall and handsome and well built. No doubt a very rich and successful man, most of their kind was. She would let him go and never see him again, or perhaps encounter him by chance and fuck him angrily in another forest, out of.

“I didn’t even get your name.” The man said.

The bitch growled at him once and ran off into the woods, pausing only once to look back and make sure the fool wasn’t following her.

Christian Jensen is the author of the erotic horror/mystery series WITHCES HOUSE, which includes THE BITCH, STANELY, and THE EVIL BREED. He also has 16 SEX STORIES: THE EROTIC COLLECTION which is a collection of excerpts from those novels, plus others. It’s all the sex, none of the filler. Find him on kindle, nook, and smashwords.

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