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Delight in this little tale of forbidden love between an elf and a werewolf!  

The moon was a sliver of light as it seeped down upon the shadowy forest.  Echoes of singing frogs and symphonic crickets awakened the darkness and awakened Misty.  But she had not been sleeping.   

Her heart beat madly against her chest as she tip-toed in complete silence across rickety floor boards.  She struggled to not make a sound.  She could not be discovered.  She tried to calm down her rushing blood but it was a losing battle. 

He was waiting for her.

Long, black hair shadowed her swift and sure movements as she climbed through her open bedroom window and landed softly in quivering moss.  She perked her pointed ears to listen for any rumblings of life and when she thought the coast clear, her dainty and sure legs leapt into action. 

The more she ran, the more she prayed that she would not be caught.  Love between an elf and a human was strictly forbidden.  The hatred and bias had survived for centuries but love has wicked little fingers that crawl into even the most armored soul and denies social commonplace.  Hatred lives for centuries but love lives forever.

She had met William on a night much like this one.  He had been wild and crazed like many of the human clans that made their home in this forest.  Misty had seen his violence, felt his power tingle along her spine as she had gazed at him.  He was more than merely human, but what he truly was she would never know.  William carried many secrets but the only one that mattered was his love for her.

Misty blazed across felled logs and snapping branches to reach their rendezvous point.  The moon brightened her path as it glittered and gleamed on the smooth surface of the Windwood Lake.  The forest was alive with baying wolves and trembling elk.  The noise drowned her footfalls as she ran.  The forest was her home and it would not bar her way.

Her chest heaved with weighted breath as she entered the clearing.  A small brook quivered with anticipation as she stalked along the outer banks.  A frog croaked nervously and jumped with a light splash into the dark depths of the running water. 

Misty glanced into the thicket and saw him lying there with his strong, firm arms placed behind his head.  He seemed content and relaxed in the mossy bed that had birthed fawns and had seen new life enter the world.  Thick braids of black hair trailed down his chest as wood beads graced his neck and straining chest.  Tattoos of snarling wolves climbed his arms like sleeves as a light brown leather loin cloth hid the sleeping devil. 

His legs pushed him upright in the blink of an eye even though she made no sound.  He knew she had arrived.  The secret love affair was almost more than he could bear but he would not live without her.  From the first moment their eyes had met, he had thrown all caution to the wind.   The world was nothing but her.  No matter the rules or the punishments for such a deviant love, he would sacrifice anything to merely touch her, to merely hold her. 

They gazed upon each other across the glen.  Each was frozen with sheer anticipation under the smiling moon.  The breeze meandered along their dewy skin sending more shivers to dance with the fluttering butterflies that quivered inside them. 

Misty took another deep breath and steadied herself.   With quiet steps, she strode through the bubbling stream and passed the strumming cattails.  Each sound was music to her ears but the drumming of her heart was truly symphonic.  

William closed the cavernous gap between them and took her firmly in his arms.  She was a delicate flower compared to him.  She was small and almost fragile like the many snapping twigs that made a home here.  She was the forest.   She was chaotic like nature and yet her warmth and kindness shone upon him like the harvest moon. 

For several moments he held her tightly in the singing thicket filled with sounds of life, filled with the sounds of thumping hearts.  The soft, rhythmic pulse relaxed him as he nestled his head close to her neck.  Her scent woke him to the dark possibilities of this forbidden desire that held him in chains.  He squeezed her then and continued to inhale her. 

Cicadas chirped in the distance under the watchful stare of the starry sky as Misty snuggled closer to William.  For something to be deemed wrong and distasteful, being with William felt completely natural.   Being with him was akin to breathing.  It was the reason Misty ignored all tradition and bias.  He made her feel alive. 

William placed a tender kiss upon her forehead and Misty closed her eyes.  She drank in the soft lips and the smooth feel of him and allowed it to bathe her in perfect serenity.  His rough, calloused hands scraped along her bare shoulders as they timidly reached underneath her tightly wound bodice. 

Serenity escaped quickly like a bird released as excitement poured into her soul.  His lips kissed her small nose and rosy cheeks until they landed on her plump and eager lips.  Within that one kiss, the world melted into swirling colors as if a finger had dipped into the air and was churning it all around them.  Time didn’t seem to pass within this frozen bubble as William and Misty pressed against each other in the shivering darkness.   

Several wolves howled in the distance as the moon lingered in the black sky.  William listened intently to the baying but just as he heard their cries, the soft pitter-patter of Misty’s heart stole his focus.  The hunting wolves could wait…

He pulled her flush against himself as he restrained his eager muscles.  He mustn’t rush this perfect moment.  Spending time with Misty was a rarity and he would not recklessly abandon this time.   Instead, he would savor every touch and every kiss as if it was their last. 

Misty pulled back slightly and gazed into his silver eyes.  They mimicked the full moon and managed to awaken a dark fear within her.  Her pulse picked up speed as the gurgling brook became more anxious with the sounds of wild splashes from frightened toads and frightened fish.  There was something living within William that inspired both ecstasy and nightmares.  He was so large and powerful that even the mammoth oaks that lived for thousands of years trembled in his wake. 

But instead of running away or quivering like a delicate fawn, Misty embraced the shadow that crossed his moonlit eyes.  Her soft and pale hands wrapped themselves around his broad neck as she stood on tip-toe to better reach him.  His dark skin contrasted violently with her ethereal glow the more intertwined they became.  But these differences waned as each kiss brought them closer. 

William licked her lips and melted into her taste.  The magic that brushed her skin painted her a flavor like the sunset before a storm.  Her skin tingled his lips as short, painful jolts of magic escaped her grasp.  William adored the harsh bites that nipped him because he knew they were her display of pure excitement and anticipation. 

William picked her up easily and cradled her as he reached the mossy bed that took up shelter under a windswept willow tree.  The soft leaves caressed his forehead as he gently laid her upon the ground. 

Misty sighed slowly as her emerald eyes danced upon his naked flesh.  His power was beautiful and it always stole her breath like a dangerous rogue would steal a kiss.   William climbed toward her face and pressed his weight firmly on her.  The raw strength of his heaviness forced a sharp exhale from Misty as she began to wrap her legs around him like eager vines.  Her thin frame circled his as more wolves howled in the distance.

The pulse of the forest was picking up speed now.  The predators were on the hunt as all animals of earth and air fell under the spell of William and Misty.  Each group mimicked the others as their blood boiled beneath the surface. 

William steadily moved his large hands down her collarbone and slid the tips of his fingers just underneath the stern cloth.   Her fleshy mounds gleamed as the moon ignited his eyes, as the cloth became nothing more than shreds.  It was there he found the small nubs that begged to be suckled.  He slid them around in his mouth, moving them back and forth with his wet tongue as several sweet moans escaped Misty.  Her bosom heaved with his rapt attention.  With each pull, each tug, Misty would clench her teeth and writhe against him.    It was a devilish thing to do to tease in such a manner.  William jerked his head away from her as she struggled to breathe. 

William’s eyes shone with the cold, sylvan glare of a hungry predator as he nibbled her ear and lifted her skirts.  His hands found her core waiting to be filled. 

Misty clenched her thighs as his hard manhood found her.  It took all of her strength and virtue to not cry out in the deafening forest as each thrust threatened to burst her apart.  She could do nothing but thrash as ecstasy pushed at her skin, as sheer pleasure stroked her. 

William rocked her steadily as he gazed at her enchanted face.  He watched her eyes softly swim in complete bliss the more he slid inside.  Her pale skin glimmered as a soft sheen of sweat caressed her snowy breasts.  He always found it difficult to look away, to blind himself to her presence because to be without her warmth, was to be without the sun.  Her breath tickled his neck as her heat ignited the fire burning in his veins. 

Misty dug her fingers into his brawny back as she tried to gain some semblance of sanity but his thrusting would not allow her to come up for air.  Instead, she was helpless against him, helpless against the brute force that made her scream in wild rapture.  Her heart melted into a heap as her molten core erupted with sweet decadence. 

Still the man she worshipped continued sliding inside until he too, found bliss under the swelling willow tree.  The breeze chilled their wet skin as they lay contentedly on the mossy bed.

In the distance, a fawn squealed into the dark forest.  The wolves howled in victory as the silvery moon beamed down upon them.

The End