The Werewolf and the Hunter ( closed for guyloveshotstories )

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He was at the tavern. He'd been watching this female with black hair and just as dark eyes from across the room. She wore a white dress, the bodice laced up in a short bow. Another ribbon around her waist tied at the back was red. He hadn't noticed her here before.

Honestly, she had no idea why tonight she'd been drawn to this particular settlement until she felt the subtle heat between her thighs. Wonderful. She thought. Even as she sipped another mouthful of warming ale. Laughing at the jokes she heard lightly being thrown about, they weren't really funny, but she was much more now she'd realised her predicament needing something the slake the need she felt rising. Noticing someone, someone male at that, actually giving her furtive glances. She ducked her head, pretending to be coy like these simpering females about her did from time to time and then lifted her head enough to catch his eyes for but a second.

In that second she displayed surprise, a smile, perfectly calculated to make her seem shy. Shy! Ha! The idea made her inner wolf laugh. She'd never been shy. Not once in her long life. She took another slow mouthful of that ale which wasn't really tasting any better the longer it was in her hands.

Then tilted her head to the side as she listened to their cruder attempts at music. Wonderful. Dancing. That could take her mind off that need. Casually she rose to stand, then gently swaying in time she watched the other females and how they moved. Mimicking it, yet she made it somehow look more sexy, more appealing. It might be she had hips a man could really take hold of. An ass which felt delicious, and breasts that instantly drew attention even when they were demurely covered.

 

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I came to the tavern to relax and be by myself. An odd place to do it when so many other people come to do the same thing. Loud as well. Something you must put up with if it meant getting a decent pint of ale or beer. Sitting in the far corner, well away from everyone else. The fire place was roaring. Figures moving around cast long shadows on the floor and walls. Even being in the shadows I was, somehow, still getting attention.

That woman over there. She'd been giving me glances. Certain not the tavern maids here who were older and 'known'. Wonder why she was looking at me. For me there was nothing much to look at. 5'10" with long, dirty blonde hair slicked and ice blue eyes. Around this town I was a cobbler, someone just finding something to work on. It kept me busy. Out of trouble.

These past few days things felt...off. Different. Couldn't explain how. Just a queer sensation rolling through my body. It happens at random. A hot prick starting in the head and rolls through the body like my blood was on fire. It would roll around for a few minutes then go away. Lately the urges increased. When this woman across the ways looked at me for just a split second our eyes connected. She turned away. I felt the hot urges spiking.

Drinking ale didn't help the problem. The music certainly wasn't helping either. Maybe it was a mistake coming to the tavern right now. Thoughts flashed through my mind, should I stay or leave. If I do, wonder what would happen to the woman eying me across the way.

 

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He didn't really have to worry too much longer as she came up to him and coyly tugged his hand. "Dance with me?" Her smile was demure, her eyes bright, and that figure in the white dress enticing. As she seemed to slowly get him to stand, and move with her. Coaxing him into motion, and drawing him in against herself. Her dance with him was more sensual, drawing his hands to her hips, and he could feel the way at times they rubbed together. Even if he'd been wanting to leave something about her just suckered him in, in the end, and the more he moved with her the more right it felt following her motion.

 

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Wasn't a request. She just came up and pulled me out of my corner. Next thing I knew I was up against this woman. A stranger. What was her motive? Wasn't some bar fly. Hopefully not a thief. While we are dancing she wasn't trying to take the contents of my purse. This woman really wanted me. That was confirmed when she guided my hands to her hip.

The longer I looked at this woman the more my mind began to think. Who was this person? Why was she so eager to dance with me? Why was she being so...touching? A smile crawled along my face. Her face didn't look at that familiar. Maybe she had been here before, and I merely had not noticed.

Next thing that drew my attention looking down at her, beyond the eyes, her figure was enticing. She took better care of herself than the other women in the tavern. It made my mouth water a bit. My mind wandered. 'Just grab them' it said. Was tempting. After all she guided my hands most of the way there. 'No. Not yet. Get a feel for her first' was the thought that won out.

"My name is Archer. What's yours?" speaking softly over the music.

 

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Dark eyes watching him as she felt from his actions at times hints of want. The way his eyes kept taking in the way her dress clung to her shapely form. The more they danced, the closer she drew his hands up along her until she set one almost to the side of her ribs, he'd only need to pull it back a little to end up cupping a breast within.

Breasts that as she nestled herself closer to him, swaying to that music there, ended up squished against his chest. She knew it didn't matter what name she said. "Sarah. Do you like me, Archer?" Her voice was soft, sultry and those lips as she stretched up along his taller body almost touching his.

Before she turned about in his arms putting her back to his front there, allowing him to feel the direct sway of her ass against his crotch there. At least for a moment, before she turned about and draped herself in closer. "I like you.."

He could see other couples there on that tavern floor getting just as close. Some of them he knew to be dancing with wives, or long-term sweethearts. Other he knew it was the beginning likely of something wonderful, a first dance together. Is that what Sarah was offering? A want to be closer?

 

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It was very strange that such a woman would be after me. Be this direct. Was she after something besides me? Was she after my purse? It wasn't a fat one. Looking down at her long hair and gentle eyes, seemed somewhat hypnotic coming from her entire body. First it was her hands and then body. Now her voice was trying to seduce me. It was working in a way.

When she turned around my hands naturally pulled back just a bit to allow her body to spin. The very tips of my fingers brushing along the surface of her clothes. When she was against me the hands went back to her hips. Nestled just under her breasts. Her backside was making me excited. So excited that my face was heating up. Out of instinct I bit my lower lip to avoid letting any utterance of excitement escape my lips.

"How much closer?" whispering to her. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed movement. Turning the head lightly to the right. Other people danced together. As if mirroring us. They nearly surrounded us. The band continued to play. Their plucks and strums started to fade into the back of my mind when my attention went to back to this strange called Sarah looking up at me.

 

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"Don't you like me?" A slight pout and she used the next moment of dancing to press her palm against his crotch. "I like you..." A twisting thrum of her body moving with his, direct and to the point that his crotch was rubbing against hers as she kept herself perfect in time with moving, and plastered to him so her contact was a rub intimately against him. "...don't you want me?"

Usually, it wasn't this hard to get a guy to wander off with her. Some dancing, some staring into his eyes. Some rubbing of her hands against him and poof he wanted to crawl in between her legs and screw her brains out.

 

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I was trying to hold back. Suspicious. What was this woman's goal? Was it to steal from me, to hurt me, something else? Normally people aren't like this to me unless they wanted something. My eyes narrowed at her face. Looking it over carefully to determine if she was genuine. It was a feeling gnawing at the back of my head. At the same time there was another portion of my body, saying, "Go for it! It's clear she wants you. What's the harm in frolicking with her in one of the upstairs rooms?"

Perhaps it was my instincts fighting with my emtions. Pursing my lips and looking her face, "It's not a question of if I want you, or no. It's just a question of, what drew you to me?" Carefully choosing my words to sound more curious than demanding.

As we continued move on the floor I could still feel her warmth against me. My skin tingled from head to toe. It felt hotter than being outside in the summer time. Around us the other people continued to move together oblivious of our condition and the band continued to saw away on their strings.

 

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There's a subtle surprise on that face. "...so... you'd rather ... not be dancing with someone who saw you sitting alone, drinking, silent. And thought, maybe just maybe he might want a little fun?"

Previous to now she'd been dancing up to him, now, she just stood there eyeing him. "You don't like women?"

Those soft most kissable lips turned down slightly as she actually frowned. "..my apologies then, if you don't like the fairer sex.." She then seems to go to turn away. As if thinking his question means he might just prefer men to women, and that she really had chosen wrong.

 

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I call to her, "My apologies if I offended you. I am just not use to someone being this forward with me," before pausing to look around at the other faces. Some of them seemed to take an interest in what we are doing. I didn't pay them any mind.

"I have been on my own for many months," drawing a deep breath and letting it out slowly. was a fight against my instincts. Part of me was saying to just let her go. It wasn't worth it, but my brain wouldn't tell me why. Normally I could sense if something was amiss. That a person was not to be trusted through a combination of hearing their tone, body language, mannerisms, and whether or not they were selling something. This woman wanted to just dance and get to business.

Slowly I extended my right hand out to her, palm up and fingers uncurled pointing towards her. ""If it pleases you, I'd like to go back to dancing" forcing a smile onto my face. The thumps of my heart was coming in much faster. My stomach gnawing at itself left a throbbing pain. If she rejected me now it would be an embarrassment, draw the laughter of the other patrons and the ire of the owner. Probably couldn't show my face around her again.

 

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Causally she took his hand into hers. As she came to draw herself closer she gave him space at the same time. Her hand still in his her other to his shoulder.

Quietly she spoke. "I don't do this often either. Dancing. Coming to taverns. I prefer the comfort of quieter places."

He might sense those words truthful. "But sometimes. It's good to break that cycle. If it wasn't. You wouldn't be here either."

She let him think over it all while still moving much slower with him. Still giving him space. Yet she was also seeking to hold his gaze.

 

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Her taking me back in was soothing to an extent. Pursing my lips and biting the tip of my tongue prohibited me for saying anything until she finished. There was a lot I wanted to say. Being alone didn't make me a conditioned person for social gatherings. Suggesting a 'quieter place' got me to thinking of what she truly wanted, possibly.

Leaning towards her to whisper, "I have a room upstairs. If you desire, we can retire there to talk things out in a more quieter setting."

That was true. Above us was a small one-bed room. It's where I go when it gets dark and cold. There was a fire place there that could keep the two of us warm, as it was expected to rain this evening. The musicians continued to strum and pluck and I moved along to keep pace with her movements. The whole time I kept my eyes locked on to hers. Seemed somewhat hynotic the way she looked at me. There were sparkles in her eyes. Maybe it was just my fantasy getting the better of me.

Eventually the music and the other tavern goers fell away into the darkness. It was just Sarah and I and it felt strangely peaceful.

 

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After all his pulling away now he seemed to want to atleast be near her. When he offered her the chance to go up to his room. She knew she couldn't just say yes. Not instantly.

Instead she kept just slowly dancing with him. Yet keeping that dancing cleaner then she had been. Close as the dance might dictate but not plastering herself on him.

"Are you sure?" A pause keeping her eyes on his. "If your really sure, quieter with the fire works." Allowing him to choose if we went up there. Nevermind that she could feel that need boiling through her veins.

She needed him to choose this moment and her and not regret it.

 

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When she said that, I was puzzled. Why was she resisting, or was she taking the suggestion a different direction? There was this need inside steadily growing. Out of the corner of my eye there are other patrons still eyeing us. Were they looking at us or just her?

Perhaps it was nervousness growing. The way the patrons looked at us. As if they are expecting some kind of a show. It was driving me to say to leave this area and go to some place, quieter. Something more in my control. I hated being in public. The people don't value the thought of a private conversation. Ears. Too many ears.

For a moment our eyes broke contact. A heavy bang snapped my attention off of her. Some drunk dropped his mug onto the floor. Spilling its contents of warm ale onto the hardwood floor. Much to his chagrin. Out of instinct I turned towards the supposed threat and leered. Eyes looking intently and sizing up the threat. It wasn't a threat. Just a drunk slob. Then my attention went right back to her as if nothing occurred.

"Normally I would say yes. Maybe we should retire to my room," speaking softly and as a request more than a demand. I could feel the need in me rising. The longer I held her the more my eyes stayed glued to her, but I could still see all the fine details of her body and clothes. I didn't feel anything dark coming from her. Nothing malicious. Nearby the band continued to play unabated.

 

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It took everything not to turn when that thud happened. She wasn't as jumpy as him. It was easier on her with that better-than-human hearing to have picked up on the idea it was about to occur. So. She gave no reaction to it.

"Then, let's go." Sliding her hand into his and clasping it softly. Encouraging him to lead the way. Even as she could feel that tension and need within her. Heightened senses tracking everything in the Tavern there.

 

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Nodding to her request I turned to the left. Casting my eyes over the crowd of people pretending to be doing something else, but no doubt looking at us. At her. Wondering what would it take to be able to snag a piece of meat like her. The stairs going up are narrow and steep with irregular sized steps. It was done deliberately to confuse strangers. Holding onto the hand rail tightly with one hand and her in the other I led the way, occassionally looking back to ensure that Sarah didn't stumble.

Reaching the landing for the second floor the music from downstairs faded but did not end. The thick, hardwood floor muffled much of it. Presented before us was a wide hallway with a set of doors, three on each side. "Right this way" speaking softly with a thin smile.

Next steps took us down the hall. Last door on the right. Letting go of Sarah's hand freed mine to fish out the wrought iron key given to me. Producing and pushing it into the keyhole a twist to the left and a metallic click was heard from the inside. I pushed the door open and let the slightly smell of lavender emerge. In the corner of the room stood a sprig of freshly plucked flower to sweeten the room.

"Here we go" stepping aside to allow Sarah to enter and for me to get a good look at her all over.

 

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He'd see as they walked up those steps, Sarah easily followed him. Smiling as he looked back.

As he opens the door she smiled at him then entered slowly. Giving him more than enough time to look over the way her dress hugged her upper body. The laces of it to the front tied in a bow. The length of that dress flared from her hips to mid calf.

Once inside she turned about in that room looking back at him with a smile. A wait for him to come in and shut the door, then lock it. Holding her hand out for him to take it. If he did gently she drew him to her. Seeking to slowly dance with him. "Better?"

 

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Not desiring to be interrupted by some sleazy perv yearning to gander at us, I locked the door with a turn of the bolt. Then I put the key aside. My eyes became solely fixated on Sarah extending her hand. Swallowing hard and clearing my mind took a moment. Needed to gather my thoughts. It was happening all so fast. Wasn't use to this attention and attachment. If Sarah wanted to pull something, like rob me, she would make a mess of it, I figure.

"Yes. Much better" nodding ever so slightly and taking her hand with mine. I felt her gentle pull until we were back to where we had left off. "Now that we are alone, Sarah, tell me, what brings you by this of all places?" looking into her bright eyes while she led by one hand and I held the other against the opposite hip. Our bodies close that they are nearly touching. I struggled not to look down and stare at her body the way her dress was done up to present her like a juicy gift.

Still the thought of some sort of intruder gnawed at the back of my mind. Out of instinct I turned slowly until our bodies are perpindicular to the door. That way I could see it and reach for my weapon. I didn't want Sarah to be between me and the door and risk having her harmed, or use her as a shield. That wasn't in my nature.

 

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Slowly danced with him in his room a subtle smile on my lips while I felt him turn us until he was closer to the door. I noted how he seemed to keep close to his weapon.

"No one followed us. Also, there are other rooms. People will do their own things." I smiled at him softly.

A look up at him, "People, sometimes, find they need others. You know this because, like me, you're not usually at these types of things. But like me, you felt the need to socialise. And I like to dance. I heard the music and it drew me in. Then I saw you..."

Still oh so slowly dancing with him there. "Would you like to kiss me?"

 

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My eyes locked on with her's. The way she spoke was overwhelming her movements. She was trying to seduce me, wasn't she? It was working. Praying on my vulnerability. Saying that 'find they need others?' and 'wanting to kiss her'. It was alluring. At the same time there was this thought gnawing at the back of my head. Others may not have followed us but there can still be ears. By the old gods I could still hear the muffled pluck and saw of strings through the thick hardwood floor under our feet.

Keeping with the pace of her movements was simple enough. Not desiring to be the anchor and remained fixed in place while she did all the work. That wouldn't be very nice to this stranger who has shown no aggression yet.

What would be the danger? What would be the harm? She was offering herself to me, right? Didn't feel like a trap. At least my thoughts are being suppressed. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. Heart starting race. The very tips of my fingers started to turn cold. That was odd considering my pulse that was probably twice its normal beats.

"What would happen if I say 'yes'?" cocking my head ever so slightly to the left. Still my eyes looked her over. Trying to find the one thing that stood out that would give me confirmation of her true intentions.

 

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"This." She said gently to him.

Very gently she simply then offered those lush soft lips to him stopping that small distance so if he chose to take it, it was his choice.

Her body still ever so slowly moving with his own in time to that subtle swaying together. She was almost beginning to think choosing him out of all others had been a mistake. He was far too paranoid to want to give in to her desires easily.

Having to work for such a simple thing as sex, was a first for her. Sure, there was the thrill of the chase. But. Fear wasn't what she needed to feel from him.

 

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My eyes narrowed. Looking at her. Gauging her intent. Wasn't forcing herself onto me. A great many things flowed through my brain. She wanting. She was yearning. It felt...safe. If that makes any sense. The hairs on the back of my neck continued to stand erect. A tangling sensation flowed through every part of my body.

That's when I decided to throw caution to the wind. Eyes closed. Cast in a field of darkness. Lips not puckered. Certainly dry. Hands holding her side lightly. That last few inches separating us was closed by leaning in.

The moment our lips connected the sensation only grew. Now it felt as if every hair on my entire body was standing. Electricity flowed through me. Such a sensation wasn't felt by me unless in battle. That shows how rare it was.

Did I back down from it, save myself? No. I went through with it. Sarah made it clear she wanted me. How far she wanted to take it was on her because she was a complete stranger. Yet I expected to learn more about her soon.

Pulling back a bit and opening my eyes, "How was that?" Speaking softly. Gauging my simple performance.

 

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Sarah accepted that dry-lipped kiss which was rather chaste. With a smile and a lift of a hand to stroke along his cheek. "It was okay. Here's how to make it better. Relax, lick your lips."

She'd wait for him to at least lick his lips if he was going to. Before she stretched up, pressing in against him and slowly kissing him. Allowing him to feel the fact she wanted him, wanted more, by the increase of pressure of her lips on his. On the way, her lips moved against his own oh-so-softly there.

As they kissed she slowly brought his hand up towards her breast, letting him feel the fullness of it there through her dress.

 

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The electricity flowed through my body ever faster. Sarah was giving me a crash course in romance. Again, it has been a long time since feeling the warmth of a woman. So much so that, when she brought my hand up to hold her chest, there was a moment's worth of hesitation as my brain couldn't fully process just what I was holding until giving the fingers a little bit of movement, allowing the tips to surmise what they were holding. Indeed it was Sarah's chest. It dawned in my mind that it was now the point I should take notice and ensure that she is pleased.

A moment's pause and drawing my lips inward, the tip of the tongue brushing over them to wet them before extending back out. That should do it.

"Allright, Sarah," nodding to her, "Let's try this again." Giving a warm, reassuring smile, "This time I think I can get it right," slowly closing my eyes and leaning into her.

 

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As he leaned in, she sought to kiss him slowly and softly. She pressed her lips firmly to his and as wet lips, met wet lips. She moved hers more against his in that chaste kiss, yet let him feel the passion of her wanting him, of wanting a far deeper kiss.

With his hand still at her breast she worked it into the bodice of her dress, to let him feel the softness of her without that pesky cloth covering it. Seeking to let him then explore that fullness of my breast, and the hard nipple there.