Feast On You (Werewolf, Erotic, BBW, Romance) (The Turning)

Feast
on You

(The Turning #1)

Kinsey Jamison

Copyright 2013 Kinsey Jamison

All Rights Reserved

Feast
on You (The Turning #1)

I woke up with an insatiable urge for hot, dripping pussy. This wasn’t terribly different from most days. I know that I’m different, that I have needs that have to be fulfilled.  Animalistic needs that tear me up inside if I can’t insert my cock in a juicy and delicious curvy woman. I try to keep this under control, to not let my desires overwhelm me and make me do something I’ll regret. Despite my sexual addiction, I don’t want to tear apart another woman emotionally. Wreck her from the inside out. I’m just not that kind of wolf.

I opened my eyes and looked around my lair, a dank and dark cavern tucked in the hills surrounding Lake Superior. It had rained yesterday, so pools of crystal clear water were collecting around the entrance, creating rivers that flowed around the sides of the cave.  The rh
ythmic dripping sound reminded me of the ticking passage of time. Remains from last night’s meal were starting to rot and collect flies, but that’s what deer carcasses will do if not properly cleaned. I had been feeling sick lately. Sick of myself.  Sick of being what I am, a monster. Someone unworthy of a mate, unworthy of having that one special person to spend all of my days with. I am nothing.

In other words, today was a day unlike most other. I reached down with my right hand and touched the hard mound in my jeans and felt a twinge of guilt.  I never used to feel this way.  Prior to my Turning, I used to please myself daily, sometimes two or three times if I wanted. Now, when I touch myself, I feel a hunger for someone else to be the one to feel me tense up beneath them.  A mate to satisfy my needs,
to let me be her alpha and show her my world. I sat up and shook the thought out of mind.

I stood and stretched, ducking my head slightly to avoid hitting the cavern ceiling. A young bat shrieked and flapped its way out of the cavern, narrowly missing me.  I felt a grumble in my stomach, the telltale sign that it had been at least six hours since my last meal.  Ever since I was
Turned, eating has been an enormous hassle. I started out trying to obtain food the normal way, by shopping at grocery stores and eating at restaurants. Eventually it became obvious that I’d need to eat larger portions and I’d have to begin to hunt for my meals. Luckily, I had friends to show me the ropes.

“Knock
knock, anyone home?” Finn appeared outside the entrance to the cave, in full-on prowl form. It was important for everyone in my pack to only travel while in prowl to make sure that hikers, canoers, and tourists weren’t suspicious by men loitering around the caves in the woods.  We tried to be inconspicuous, though anyone who came close enough would notice that we’re not ordinary wolfs.

Finn’s hair was as black as the day is long, so black that it appeared to go on forever as if he was made of nothing but fur.  His eyes were silver, and deep, and had humanlike quality in them that would be recognizable as emotional depth, a human trait. He was larger than any native wolf, his paws leaving tracks that startled the wildlife researchers and alerted the local newspapers. Many people were attempting to find these elusive “
superwolves” that were taking over the northern Minnesota forests, so Finn and I had to use caution.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming.” It was always advantageous to travel in numbers. It made our game safer, added a sport-like nature to the hunt, and protected us against being captured and discovered.

Before exiting the cave I looked down at my bare feet, shut my eyes, leaned my head back, and with a low growl I transformed into prowl form.

“You’re getting faster at that Connor!” Finn teased. “Pretty soon you might actually be ready when I get here.  Still having trouble with it?”

“I’m improving. Sometimes I end up stuck halfway and I look absolutely hideous. But I think I’m doing pretty well for only having been Turned for a month, don’t you think?  You asshole.” I might take a lot of shit from Finn, but I certainly know how to dish it back. “Let’s hunt, I’m starved.”

Finn turned around and navigated his way through the brush that partially blocked the entrance to the caverns where I lived. I tried to choose a place that was off the beaten path, but occasionally I found myself having to scare away teenagers who thought the cave was a great place to drink booze and paint graffiti.

It didn’t take long for us to spot a Whitetail buck, mighty and regal with at least 10-point antlers.  Finn and I lowered ourselves to the ground, slinking toward the buck with pure silence as it unknowingly grazed on a dying berry tree. Once we got close enough, Finn looked at me and gave me a signal by nodding his head, and I launched toward the buck with proportions of epic height and landed on top of the buck.  As he struggled beneath me to get away, I sunk my teeth into his flesh and began to rip away at his neck, tearing through tendons and severing arteries.  This was fun. I enjoy killing things.

Finn had leapt on the buck shortly after me and had torn off a rear leg and began gnawing on it, licking the blood from the fur around his mouth as he devoured the skin and meat.

“So I have this crazy idea for today, Connor.  I really think you’ll go for it,” Finn said between bites.

“Yeah?”
I wiped blood away from my eyes, the side effect of eating the aorta.

“There is a woman camping by herself just on the other side of the ranger station. Looks to be some kind of photojournalist, I don’t know. She stares at the lake a lot and
take pictures.  And she looks incredible.”

I was certainly used to Finn’s schemes, but this sounded crazy already and the plans had yet to be divulged.

“What are you trying to say?” I asked. “It sounds like you’re suggesting something sinister.”

“Not sinister,” Finn replied with a grin. “I’m suggesting something delicious.  This woman has curves in all the right places. She is voluptuous, has great hips, and I could stare at her ass for days
.  She’s your kind of lady, and mine too.”

I felt a stirring within me. It was so easy to be so bad out in these woods. We had the luxury of being able to transform, use speed, and intimidate everyone that we came across.  But even more importantly, in our human forms we could convince anyone of practically anything.

“What would we do to her?  I really don’t want to hurt anyone else. I feel torn up inside just thinking about having to kill another woman who tries to escape and expose us to the world,” I whispered.  “But I am aching inside. I need a bit of fun.”

“We won’t hurt her,” Finn said.  “We’ll treat her right. Bring her back to your cave, show her a great time.  You can go first, hell, you can go second and third. I’ll take whatever you don’t use up.”

“I don’t know…” I was hesitant but yearning. 

“Come on Connor, man, you need this.  I can tell that you’re wasting away in there.  You’re depressed ever since that Jennifer chick rejected you. One failure is nothing, and I will help this succeed.”

Finn was right.  I had previously seduced a young girl who was camping and tried to make her my mate and ended up frightening her. She fled and after a chase through the woods I was forced to remove her as a threat. She was beautiful, and everything I wanted aside from being a bit on the thin side. But I couldn’t linger on her forever, after all, it had only been a month since my Turning and supposedly this could take much longer than that.  Finn had been Turned for 3 years and still hadn’t settled down with a mate. Though his priorities always seemed to lie elsewhere.

“Alright, I’m in.  Let’s go check her out.  I reserve the right to change my mind if she’s not my type.”

“Oh, she’s your type.  Trust me on this,” Finn said as he turned around and bounded off in the other direction. 

I wasn’t quite done with my meal, but the forest was full of deer and lunch wasn’t far away.

Standing next to each other, we peered through the bushes at the most perfect human being I had ever seen.  She was sitting on a bench on the wooden dock, raising her digital camera to her eye now and then, snapping pictures and gazing out at the water.  Even from a good distance away, my keen vision allowed me to see just about every detail of her figure.  I could see her bulging thighs resting against the seat of the wood bench, her upper arms pressing against her long-sleeved button up brown shirt, and her cheeks filled with crimson.  She was curvy and gorgeous, and had those thick-rimmed glasses that every guy goes for.  I’d never been so happy with my decision.

We transitioned ourselves out of prowl form which left me wearing torn slightly-dirty jeans, a Minnesota Twins baseball t-shirt that hugged my muscled chest, and a pair of hiking boots. 
I looked my age, 23. My hair was shaggier than I would have liked, but we can say that I just looked ‘rustic’.

“Let me initiate, I got this,” I said quickly before Finn could argue.

“Alright dude, I’ll head back to the cave. Don’t take a million hours.”

I hopped and skipped down the hill and made my way over to the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.  She was still shooting photographs with seemingly expert skill, turning knobs and pushing buttons without even stopping to glance at the preview.  I stood behind her and paused for a brief moment, worried about messing up this whole thing and ruining any sort of chances with her.  I cleared my throat, which made her jump and turn around.

“Oh, hello there.  I didn’t know anyone else was out here.  This has been my serene solo spot for a few days now.”  She raised her eyes and met mine.  I never wanted to look away.  My heart dropped.

“Sorry to startle you,” I responded.  “I have been out here hiking for about a week with my buddy Finn and I was pretty eager to say hello to someone that wasn’t his dumb ass.  My name’s
Connor, and I’m from Minneapolis.”

“Hey, I’m Mindy.  I’m actually from Chicago but I’m here on a journalism assignment for the Sun.  The paper, I mean. I’d definitely appreciate some company too; it’s just been me and the loons today.  I’m going kind of crazy.”

Mindy. What a special name for a special woman.  Now that she was facing me, I could see the sweat beading on her forehead and dripping down her neck.  Her voluptuous chest was massive and perfect.  She conveniently missed the top few buttons and I could see her bosom beneath a white tank top under her long sleeved button up.  I thought about dying right there and going to heaven alongside her.

“Well, it’s certainly nice to meet you.  I bet this scenery makes for incredible photos.”

Mindy looked down at her lap and blushed, making her chubby cheeks even rosier than before.  It was obvious that she was self-conscious about her work.  I found her low self-esteem to be incredibly sexy. This was a woman who would submit to me, let me be her master. 

“Don’t worry, you don’t have to show me any,” I teased her.  “Not that I have a lick of skill behind a camera anyway. How long are you here for?”

She looked back up and locked her eyes on mine and I saw a sparkle within her beautiful hazel irises. She replied, “Only until tomorrow. Then I’m heading off to the wonderful wilds of South Dakota to snap some shots of buffalo.” 

Mindy rolled her eyes and stood up.  I had a good eight inches of height on her, so she couldn’t have been more than 5’3”. 
Perfect height for submitting to me.  She’d be even sexier while kneeling in front of me.  There was already some intense attraction between us, I could feel it, and I would certainly abuse it and use it to my advantage. 

“I have to be
honest, you’re one of the most gorgeous women I’ve ever seen around these parts.  I come here pretty often too, and I’m not just saying that to flatter you.”