PAIRING : Willow/Oz

RATING : NC17

SPOILERS : None

DISCLAIMER : I do not own these characters. Nor do I own “Wolf Moon” (Type O Negative).

NOTES & WARNINGS : montly bloodyplay

                Perhaps it was always there. But I know I can smell it because of the wolf. I know. I’ve known for the past year, but never felt close enough to her to even think about the possibility. But I’m looking at her right now, laying on the bed, legs spread to me, *for* me and things are different now. We’re in college. We’ve been trying new things. She let me tie her up this summer. She let me lick ice cream off her one night. We’ve tried different positions. And every time I’m with her, I know she’s the one I’m meant to be with forever.

                Tomorrow is the night before the full moon. Tomorrow I will not be with her. But I have tonight and tomorrow during the day. I watch her slide her fingers inside her and I am in need of something I hope she’s ready to give. Perhaps it’s because of the wolf, perhaps it’s innate in me, but I need this.

                I strip my shirt off while I watch her whimper in need. I just stare at her with my lust filled eyes. No words need be spoken. We both know what is to come. I walk over to the stereo. This requires music, as most things in my life. I’ve been dreaming of this day. I’ve been planning in hope that it will happen.

                The air is ripe as the unique and haunting melody starts. I look at her and sing along, “The twenty-eightieth day, she’ll be bleeding again. And in lupine ways, we’ll alleviate the pain.” She’s enchanting as I strip my jeans. She takes her shirt off and exposes herself to me. She is so beautiful. The air is heavy with her “unholy water. Sanguine addiction. Those silver bullets. A last blood benediction.”

                I sweep down to her beautiful red-encased full cunt. She’s wet. Her red curls, redder from her womb’s blood. I lick my lips in anticipation. She’s never given such a gift, and perhaps it’s the wolf in me that wants it, or perhaps it’s something that I would have done otherwise. But I know and she knows we are about to share something so incredibly intimate. She’s shuddering and shaking in anticipation and my heart is racing as the music picks up. “It is her moon time when there’s iron in the air, a rusted essence.” I chant as I run my tongue along her beautiful creamy thighs. I look up once more to make sure this is her intent. “Woman may I know you’re there?” I sing and she nods. Her hands lead my face into those beautiful red curls, dripping with her wetness and monthly gift and I lick tentatively.

                She whimpers and I wonder if this makes me a vampire. She moans softly as my tongue delves into her tight passage. Oh “unholy water! Sanguine addiction! Those silver bullets, a last blood benediction.” She is so sweet and perhaps it’s the wolf in me that revels in her flavor, or it’s just me. I don’t know, all I know is the calling of her blood. The tangy taste on my mouth and I’m addicted. I glance up and see the almost full moon outside the window. “Hey wolf moon, come cast your spell on me. Hey wolf moon, come cast your spell on me.”

                I lap at her clit with blood teeth and she moans, and arches into my face. I ignore the throbbing coming from my cock. I must wait. The blood is too strong. “Don’t spill a drop dear. Let me kiss the curse away. Yourself in my mouth, will you leave me with your taste?”

                Please leave me with your taste. Let it sustain me when I cannot touch you my dear sweet Goddess. I thrust my tongue deep inside her once more and she screams and comes, fills my mouth with her cum and blood and I drink it down. I drink deep. I’ll drink anything she wants to give. I lick and suck. I want every drop. It’s too good to waste. Perhaps it’s the way I am. Perhaps it’s the wolf inside me. “Hey wolf moon, come cast your spell on me. Hey wolf moon, come cast your spell on me.”

                I crawl up her body as the music beats out a warning. “Beware the woods at night. Beware the Lunar light.” I kiss her full lips, bury my nose in her hair to smell her, to memorize her scent in these moments, so filled with passion and want. She’s beautiful. She’s my red. She’s my life’s blood. She’s what I need to survive.

                I continue singing her on as I slid inside her drenched passage. She moans as I am fully encased in her tight heat. I do too. “So in this gray haze we’ll be meating again. And on that great day I will tease you all the same.” She whimpers as I begin a rocking in rhythm with the music and I whisper the words between gasps and moans. “Unholy water. Sanguine addiction. Those silver bullets, a last blood benediction. Hey wolf moon, come cast your spell on me. Hey wolf moon, come cast your spell on me.”

                I can still taste her on my lips, on my tongue as I slid in and out of her filling her and taking her to the heights of human passion. If only she could know what I know now. If only she could taste life the same way I can now. If only!

                She squeezes me, and draws me in deeper and I want that too. I thrust further into her, harder into her willing, inviting body. I never want to leave. “Beware the woods at night. Beware the Lunar light.”

                Her hands are on my back, pulling me in, begging me for more and as the music picks up I give what she needs all too willingly. I am wanton. I am lust-filled. I am desire ridden. I am wolf. I am deep inside her. And I am cumming, so is she. I thrust deep inside her once more and spill myself into her gripping walls where blood runs thick.

                She falls asleep and I pull her into my arms, my Red Goddess. My reason for life. My Red Witch. She’s cast her spell on me. I’ll never let her go. I listen to her breathing, smelling her blood and sex heavy in the air.

                I will not be with her for another three nights. I will not taste her life again for another twenty-eight days. But already I am anticipating when she will lend me her red again.

~El Fin~