Taking My Wolfbride
Hey, OhCleo peeps! I hope your week is off to a great start. This is my first OhCleo “early access” post. For the next 24 hours, the *only* place you will be able to hear this audio is on my OhCleo profile. This is an “original content” script fill. It’s a spicy little narrative, told from the viewpoint of a werewolf playing a game of hide-and-seek with his mate. I wrote this as part of a script writer’s challenge - the goal of the challenge is to keep the script under a thousand words. Part of the original spirit of the challenge was to focus on the words…the vocal performance. So, in that spirit, this is a stripped-down audio. NO SFX or ambiance tracks…just the words. That said, I am enjoying the process of learning to create soundscapes, so I may do an “enhanced version” in the near future. Content/Trigger Warnings: Regarding the [CNC] tag. This is not a rape script. This is a game of “Hunter and Prey” in the context of a happily married and very much in love couple, a game played during each full moon. The listening character is meant to be an enthusiastically willing participant in the game. If you took the time to listen, thank you. If you “liked” the post, a thousand thanks, and if you left me a comment, a hundred-thousand thanks! -B (aka u/DrippingInnuendo)
Transcript
A rustle of leaves in the distance, from whence I sniff the air, trying to catch your scent. But you, my sweet, you are smart, you know my strengths better than anyone, and you, my little wolf bride, have grown rather adept. We've played this game time and again, with each cycle of the moon.
Every month you learn, get better, become more and more the wolf bride you are meant to be. And yet, you still underestimate me. The lack of your scent tells me all I need to know.
You are down wind. Did you truly think I would fail to account for that? Or was this part of your plan? On all fours, I tread slowly, silently through the trees, the faint breeze at my back.
A mist has settled over the wood, obscuring the light of the moon, filling the heavy air with a ghostly glow, restricting my keen vision. This plays to your advantage, for now. But even with my diminished sight, my other senses remain strong, far more potent than those of any mere mortal.
A glimpse of white flashes across my periphery, and the chase is on. My legs, hithertofore coiled like springs, release with inhuman force, faulting me forward through the brush at a pace almost beyond belief. My hunter's eyes track you running, your virginal white gown trailing behind you, your bare feet kicking up leaves and twigs as you duck and weave through the branches.
I must admit I admire your determination, my sweet. You already knew the outcome before this evening began. And yet, your resolve, your pride, prevents you from relenting without a proper challenge.
It's why I chose you to be my mate, my wolf bride. No other mortal woman has challenged me like you do. The sound of my pursuit reaches your ears, and you glance at me without breaking pace.
A smile curls the corners of your mouth as you bear down, lengthening your stride in an admirable but futile attempt to outrun me. As you break into the clearing, our clearing, I am upon you. With a final lunge, I pounce, spinning you and pinning your wrists to the mossy earth before you even realize it's happening.
I pant over you, gazing into your eyes, as the blood which had fueled my pursuit now begins to engorge my member. Your own eyes gleam with a lusty sparkle, and your smile broadens. I lick your cheek.
Your gown falls to your waist as you raise your knees and part your legs, welcoming me to claim my prize. A violent shudder wrecks my body, starting at my forelegs, coursing down my body like a tidal wave. I throw my head back and unleash a howl of mournful agony that echoes through the trees, silencing the other creatures of the night.
My wolf-form features begin to recede. My snout shortens. My forepaws become hands once again, my fingers encircling your wrists in a grip that's firm yet restrained.
Similarly, my hind legs become those of a man, albeit still covered with a coat of soft thick fur. My gaze settles upon you once more, the look of pain replaced with the fiery glint of hunger. A low, rumbly growl issues forth from deep within me.
I lick you again, from your collarbone to your chin. Clamping my teeth into your shoulder, I sink into you, slowly, reveling in the sensation, savoring it for a moment before the beast takes over, filling you with my knot, thrusting, writhing as we become one. Soon the musical drone of numberless crickets is replaced, drowned out by our feral sounds, both human and wolf, carnal screams and growls, soft whimpers, panting, breathing, wet and wanton, the unmistakable din of passionate, primal fucking, a symphony of ecstasy, pleasure, and delicious pain.
Filling our clearing, declaring to all the wild things that we own this night. You wrap your legs around me as I pump my seat deep into you. Only when my hunger has been sated do I relent.
The fire in my eyes burns down to embers, sheer animal lust replaced with love and concern. You smile, though your eyes are streaming tears. I wipe them with my thumb.
Are you all right, my sweet? I ask, my brow furrowed with worry. Your only answer is a deep kiss, telling me all that I need to know.
I collapse onto you, spent, awaiting the pounding in my temples to slacken, awaiting the spasms that will signal my return to my human form. I feel them approaching and I steel myself for the excruciating pain. You hold me as I shake, a firm embrace, a loving one.
And as my own tears flow, you stroke my hair and whisper soft reassurances into my ear. At last, as the moon descends below the horizon and my convulsions subside, I ask you with a softened voice, shall we return home, my love? You smile at me again with wet, weary eyes, yawn and nod your head.
I regain my feet and help you to yours, picking you up and carrying you towards our cabin. I ask you with a softened voice, shall we return home, my love?
-watering second of every track.