An Encounter on The Moors

Mar 16, 2006 by Elric Vongraph

Authors Note, this is a complete work of a fiction. It contains sexual intercourse between different species, if this offends you then you shouldn't be here. This is orginal story by Pen name Elric VonGraph Please do not steal my work and claim it as yours.

An Encounter on the Moors

By Elric Von Graph

Chapter one

The Renault purred down the two lane road as the sky slowly darkened into sunset and evening. Tom had taken what he thought was a simple back road to go up into the moors for a bit of sight seeing on his way to Perth. Now as the sun began to set and he had not found the highway that he believed the road led to, he began to worry that he had either missed a turn or that he had misread the map and now was lost somewhere in the hilly country he had been driving through for nearly two hours. The other thing he worried about was that the petrol gauge on the dash of the rental car was now nearly at the bottom of the reserve mark. He had been looking for a petrol station for the last thirty kilometers and new if he did not find one soon he would run out of fuel. Even as the thought passed through his mind the little car stuttered and then died totally. Tom coasted to the side of the road and pulled as far as possible onto the shoulder bringing the car to a stop hopefully safe from passing vehicles. He then turned on the emergency flashers and hoped that there would be some vehicle along soon to come to his rescue. The road was not deserted; he had been passed by numerous vehicles going the other way so she felt secure that someone would be along eventually. Tom shook his head in frustration, the tight red curls of his unruly hair lifting and moving in the setting sunlight. He smacked his hand on the steering wheel, berating himself for his foolishness of taking a road into the moors where he knew nothing of the area. He thought to himself that this was definitely not what he had in mind when he decided to get off the beaten path and see the highlands.

His vacation had so far been interesting but somewhat boring, he had been with a tour group to begin with, but after four days of buses and hostels the young American man had decided to go off on his own. He rented a Renault and drove off to see the country side alone. Not that he was seeking major excitement, but the crowd of the tour group had made him feel like a sardine in a can. His father had given him this trip as a birthday present for his eighteenth birthday. Dad had told him it was time he saw a bit of the world, maybe visit relatives in the highlands, maybe at last find a girl. He had never been outside of the United States before, but after hearing about the beauty of the highlands for years from his grandfather, he jumped at the chance to visit them. Now as he sat in the quiet car on the side of the road he decided that he had seen enough and only wanted to return to civilization. He had been sitting there for only few minutes when a vehicle came up from the same direction he had been driving, the car slowed to a stop along side him and a young man leaned out the window to ask if he needed assistance. Tom rolled down the driver's window and looked at the young man. He was maybe middle twenties, dark hair and not handsome in the classical sense but the heavy eyebrows and dark eyes gave him a dashing if somewhat lean appearance. He noticed too that the passenger seat was also occupied by what was obliviously the drivers brother and more than likely his twin. The young man smiled and asked if there was anything they could do to assist him. Tom laughed and told him he had foolishly run out of petrol and did they have any or could they tell him where he could buy some. The young man laughed also and told him that there wasn't a service station within miles of where they were, but if he wanted to they could take him to their farm a few miles away and get some fuel there. He considered telling them he would rather stay with the car, but on thinking about it he realized that he really didn't want to be out alone on the road after dark. Not that he was a coward, Tom just didn't like the idea of being alone out in strange country. Instead of saying he would wait for them to return with fuel, he agreed to go with them.

Tom took his backpack and got out of the car; the brother who had been sitting in the passenger seat also got out and opened the rear door of their car for him. The car was a relativity new Jaguar sedan, sleek and shiny with a beautiful leather interior. He felt a bit more confident as he got into the car; it was not the kind of vehicle that he though would be driven by anything other than well to do young men. Not some kind of ruffians that were going to rob him. Maybe it was a family car or if theirs, one belonging to what was a least well to do farmers. He settled into the soft seat and the young man put the car into gear and drove off down the road. As they drove both he and his brother made small talk, asking him about himself and how he ended up out of fuel on the road. Tom easily told them of his vacation and the boredom of the tour group and laughingly told them how he had thought the road was just a back road connecting the main highway with a secondary highway that would return him to his original route. The driver explained that actually he had been correct in reading the map and he would have reached the highway in other twenty or thirty kilometers. He also explained that Tom should have filled the car with petrol before going off into the hills.

It was only a few minutes later that they turned off the pavement and onto a gravel road leading up into a lightly wooded section of land. They drove through the trees and then into a clearing where there sat a beautiful old house. It was two stories tall, surrounded by a wide porch and sharply pointed gables on the roof. The house looked to be as old as the trees that were around it, and though old it had a look of good repair and careful up keep. The brothers pulled up in front of the porch and quickly exited the car, stopping only to open the rear door so he could exit. Thew opne brother explained that the child safety lock was jammed and the doors could not be opened from the inside. They told him to come with them inside and closed the door behind him. Tom had learned that they were twins in the conversation as they drove and now as they entered the house he could see that they must be identical. Both young men were about six feet tall, heavy shouldered and thin at the waist, they had the look of men in excellent condition, not the weight lifter type that he saw in school or the health club, but men who toned their bodies more through hard work than pleasure. But the work hardened look of their bodies was betrayed by the soft tones of their voices. The young men he could tell were well educated and spoke and acted like gentlemen, because of this he was not at all nervous about going inside with them. After all they were rather thrilling to be near and Toms natural interest was aroused. His father had suggested that maybe he would meet a nice girl while traveling, what his farther did not know was Tom was more interested in meeting guys. Tom was curious and asks however as soon as they were inside the old house why they had been in such a hurry. The one how had been driving spoke to him and explained that they really had not been paying attention to the time and had not realized that it was so late in the day. He was puzzled by this explanation that they were not able to be out at night, and the one brother told him that being out at night could be very dangerous for them. He went on to explain that their neighbors were superstitious and held to the old beliefs that the moors were peopled by strange and dangerous beings. And that anyone caught out at night was to be suspect.

Now Tom did not know what to expect, was this some ploy to keep him there or were they truly afraid of the night. Did the two young men have some plan for him or simply being overly careful? He asked what he was to do then about his situation and the other brother suggested he could spend the night in their guest room and they would take him and the needed fuel to his car first thing in the morning. He was not happy about the situation but he also saw no alternative, he couldn't just walk off into the dark and even if he did he would be on foot and again stranded. After all they did not appear to be the type to beat him up or rob him of his few belongings, and in reality they were not that bad looking as far as company went for an evening. Not that he had any idea of sleeping with one or the other of them, they were in their way handsome and though he was not innocent of sex but he also was not a believer in one night stands with strangers. The brothers assured him that everything would be alright and they could have dinner and then talk more about his home and theirs. Tom was fascinated by the old house. It was antique looking on the outside and though there were no signs of antique furniture the inside of the home felt almost as ancient, secluded and safe like it had been the haven for the members of this family for ages. One of the brothers told him where the bath was upstairs and told him he could freshen up before dinner if he wanted to. The other brother went out to the kitchen to prepare their food. Tom went upstairs and into the bath and stripped off his clothing, the warm water of the shower running across his slim muscular body was wonderful. He didn't realize how stressed he had been and the shower relaxed him completely. He got out of the tub and looked at himself in the mirror on the back of the door. He had reached for a towel to dry himself and at the same time caught a vision of himself. Not overly tall about five foot nine, with strong legs, smooth skin , his upper body was well developed, he was not the strong man type, more of the long muscled dancers body. He was well toned and he thought to himself not that bad looking. He turned and looked back at his ass, it was he thought his best feature,of course his father would die if he knew his son though having a nice ass would attract the kind of dates he sought. He prided himself in keeping in shape and now looking in the mirror he was as usual reassured that the effort was worth it. Tom finished drying himself off and then put on fresh jeans and a loose tank from his back pack and went down to see what dinner would bring. In a small way he was nervous, and in another way he was excited. Here he was far up in the highlands, in a beautiful old house with two, if not overly handsome brothers at least presentable looking men and he was there alone. Not sure exactly what he was excited about he went down the stairs and into the kitchen.

Chapter Two

She walked into the kitchen and through the

windows he could see it was fully dark outside.

There was also a feeling of tension in the room

that he had not felt upon his arrival at the

house. The brothers were standing there, one near the large wooden topped table and the other

near the sink. He tried to read the looks on

their faces but was not sure if it was concern

or something else completely. The one by the table spoke to him and though he though it might be the one who was driving he could not be sure.

He said that they had made a serious error in

bringing him to their home. That they had been

foolish in doing so and now had a problem that

they were not able to prevent something

completely unplanned from happening. Tom was totally confused, they had been so warm and open

and now they seemed almost detached and aloof.

He asked what he had done to make this happen and now the other one spoke to him. He explained that it was nothing he had done, but more what he was. He did not understand and he told him so. The brother was nearly sharp in his answer when he told him that the problem was he was a "normal". He was about to correct him with the fact he considered himself a decent and outstanding person, not merely normal when he continued to speak. He was saying that tonight of all nights they should have not brought him here, that they had not remembered that tonight was to be the full moon. He went on to explain that they never realized when it occurred since they had very poor reckoning of time passing, only that when the night of the full moon came, it always seemed sooner than they expected. Tom did not understand this either and asked him to explain what he meant. The other brother then spoke; his voice seemed to change as he spoke the words coming slower and more gravelly. He told him that for ages the members of their family on the night of the full moon went through a change. The moon itself affected them and on those nights they had needs and cravings that they could not control. Nearly afraid now but something within him was also beginning to be excited for some perverse reason and Tom asked him to explain further. He looked at him with a look of pained longing, and told him that on this night they would crave sex, a desire to fuck again and again, and that their coupling had no preference, only that it be with a normal human, not one like themselves, and fucking that human in animal lust and passion until the first light of day. Tom as he spoke was more alarmed and frightened, was this some ploy to explain rape or was the look on his face truly concern for his well being. Then as the brother spoke he also realized that what he was saying had also on some level excited him. That the heaviness of his cock was caused by a desire that he had not even admitted to himself. The though of sex with the two brothers was actually something that had been deep in his mind and now surfaced with the full realization that he was willing to do it. Feeling his cock growing hard and knowing the longing of wanting is ass fucked he missed some part of what the brother was saying and though his mind said it was important, he dismissed it. He smiled at them and told them that he had a simple solution to their problem; Even as he spoke he pulled the tight tank top over his head and when he had removed the top he tossed it onto the table and unzipped his jeans. Pulling the jeans and underwear down in one motion he bent partially forward to remove them completely. He wanted to see their expressions when he stood up naked and his cock standing proudly before him. He caught movement out of the corner of his eye as he was bent over and as he stood back up he was stunned into immobility by the sight before him. His hand unconsciously opened dropping the clothing to the floor as he beheld a sight that his mind simply could not accept.

The two brothers standing in front of him

seemed to blur and lose definition; their shape seemed to cloud and at the same time condense or lengthen in different directions' It was a dark and twisted changing and then in moments where the two brothers had been standing there stood two large wolves. The wolves were massive, nearly three feet tall at the shoulder, thick dark fur and long muzzles with bright white fangs. The fur was shaggy and ranged from brown to nearly a black, their tails thick and curled and their eyes a yellow that looked like they actually glowed. Tom had heard stories of werewolves, people who became wolves; he had always dismissed them as silly folk stories meant to frighten children. He had also always seen the werewolf as part man, part wolf, hairy human body topped by a wolf's head or muzzle. These were not in any way human but looked to be completely wolf, only the eyes seemed to be the same. Even as he stared the one closest to him padded quickly across the short distance between them and shoved his muzzle directly between his legs. Even as he pushed his snout further in forcing him back, he felt the hot raspy wetness of the wolf's tongue as he slid it outward under his balls and licking upward along the bottom side of his cock. A part of his mind was screaming in terror and telling him to run and at the same time he seemed unable to move. He did not know what was happening but he knew that the tongue lapping and sliding along his cock and then back again beneath his balls was making him harder and hotter than he had ever been. The second werewolf began to walk around him as though inspecting Tom's body. And as he walked around him Tom let out a small moan, he did not know if it was caused by the movement between his legs or the sight of the thick sheath on the werewolf's belly, a sheath that already had two inches of thick dark red pointed cock exposed from the end. As the werewolf walked around behind him he caught sight of the massive balls hanging between his legs and this time when she moaned it was with the knowledge that soon those balls would be emptying themselves in the tight hot channel of his ass. The second werewolf continued around behind him and he suddenly felt the cool wetness of his nose as he pushed his muzzle between the cheeks of his ass. And as he pressed into him he felt the tongue seeking, finding and exploring the tight ring of his asshole. The sensations that were raging through Tom's body were unbelievable! He loved to have his ass reamed and the feeling of the rough tongue rubbing across it as the werewolf forced his tongue into the small trembling opening of his ass made him gasp. That and the knowledge that the one in front had succeeded in working his tongue under and around his cock until he thought at any second he was going to cum . At the same time a powerful tongue was working deeper and deeper into his ass and with each movement his ass seemed to soften and open to these attentions. The dual attack of their tongues on his body was having another effect as well, his knees felt like they were going to buckle; he was trembling with the waves of passion coursing through his body. Even as he looked for something to support himself against the man-wolf behind him must have reared up, because Tom felt his paws press high against his shoulder blades. The sudden pressure forced him forward and as he moved he dropped to his knees. Even as he fell forward landing on his knees and extending his hands to stop himself from falling he felt the weight of the werewolf on his back. As he dropped to his knees he felt the wolf's forelegs wrap around his waist, clutching him to his belly. Tom felt the coarse fur against his back and ass as he was held, and as he pulled Tom into the pocket of his spread hips, Tom knew what was next. He had seen dogs mate and in his mind he could see the picture of how he was being held by the changeling wolf, held firmly as he prepared to fuck the now helpless young man. Even as the thoughts raced through his mind he realized that he could feel the tip of his cock pressing between his legs. Suddenly the fear in his mind seemed to gain some amount of control and he attempted to pull forward and away from that probing hard tip. The werewolf nipped him hard on the shoulder and uttered a low fearsome growl in Tom's ear, a sound that told him as clearly as if it was in words that he was to hold still. Again the animal pressed against him and this time the tip of his cock found what it sought and was guided into the hot tight opening of his ass. He seemed to pause for a split second and then pulling Tom back with his strong forelegs and at the same time thrusting forward with the powerful rear legs the werewolf slammed his cock deep into him. Tom yelped at the sudden depth of his penetration, the cock felt hot and hard and was like a hot iron going up into him. The werewolf began fucking him in hard fast thrusts, and as he fucked him he realized that the cock that had gone so far into his ass was now getting bigger. It had not been that big going in and at first Tom had been relieved, there had only been a slight pressure when what seemed to be a thicker part of the slippery shaft had found slight resistance, then the pressure increased and that too had go up inside his ass. He could feel the cock swelling; first a huge knot at the base that though it was inside him seemed like it was going to tear him open. But it didn't come out; instead it swelled massively and reached a point where it was much too large to do anything other than tie them together. Now the wolf's powerful movements seemed to be trying to pull his guts out of his body and then just as hard slam it back into him. The hips slamming into his ass drove the huge cock deeper and deeper into him and as it did Tom felt his own cock harden in response to the assult on his asshole. The werewolf's cock was not going in and out of him, the cock just seemed to go in and then in more. As the knot had swollen so had the shaft, not only in thickness but in length and now Tom realized there must be ten or twelve inches of cock locked in his tight. Even as he realized this he felt the hot wetness flooding inside him as the wolf began shooting his thin hot watery cum into his ass. This last sensation seemed to put him over the edge, at first it was pain as the massive cock stretched and drove into him, then the pain seemed to change to something else and now as he was filled with hot cum his ass jumped and tightened on the thick cock. His hips began to slam back into the wolf's belly, and Tom's own climax slammed through his body. Tom felt his cock jumping and squirting his cum in a puddle beneath him. He no longer thought of the animal behind him being werewolf but simply a wolf, no longer a man but some demented animal creature out of a nightmare. He was pure animal now as well, the spasms of his cumming making his body react, muscles tightening on the invading shaft, his hips moving back and forward nearly as fast as the powerful brute was fucking him. He could feel the heavy balls slapping against his and feel cum leaking out of his overfull ass and running down his legs, making a pool on the floor between his legs of not only his cum but the wolf's. He had never experienced anything like this, his mind seemed detached completely and he was almost able to look at the coupling as something other than what was happening to him. The slender young man's body covered by the huge werewolf, hips moving against the thrust of the animal's cock, the head hanging, mouth open, gasping for breath and the soft deep grunts in his throat. He seemed to cum again and again and he had no idea how long the man-wolf had been fucking him when it stopped moving and rested it's weight on his back. The changeling licked his neck as though thanking him and after a few minutes Tom could feel the thick cock deep in his ass relaxing and shortly there after with a firm tug the werewolf pulled the softening shaft from his ass. Tom nearly fell forward as he pulled free, he flet huge amounts of the warm cum leaking from his ass and somehow he was sorry that the wolf's cock was gone but he was also glad that he had stopped. Glad until he was reminded by the weight of the second changeling sliding up onto his back that there were two of them.

Chapter Three

As he felt animal forelegs fold around his waist and draw him back into the now familiar pocket of furred belly and spread thighs, Tom wanted to say stop, to tell him se could not do it again, that his ass ached with the last fucking and he wanted to rest. Even as she tried to form the words he realized the pointed tip of werewolf cock was sliding between his ass cheeks. And before he could even utter a single sound he felt the tip press against the partially opened path to his asshole. He tried to pull forward, away from that seeking hardness, away from what he knew was going to happen again. He had done anal sex, it was something that he enjoyed, but never had he had such a massive cock so deep in his guts. Now he could sense the pressure as the huge werewolf pressed against the soft ring of his ass, and with a sudden hard shove his cock slid deep into his colon. Tom screamed with the sudden pain of what was even a bigger cock than the first one, but the animal/man did not seem to care or even listen. With powerful strokes he drove the thickening shaft deeper and deeper into his ass. Suddenly the pressure increased and he realized the forming knot must be pressing into him. Tom again tried to pull forward, his guttural grunting of pain would not form into words to beg the changeling to stop and he shrieked when with a sudden hard slam the still small knot was forced into his clenching asshole. Once the knot had gone in the powerful stroke of the wolf's hips seemed to increase, driving the hard hot shaft deeper and deeper into his belly. Again he felt the werewolf's cock swelling and lengthening, the knot growing huge and the shaft becoming wider and longer. To him the sensation was of pure pain as the throbbing cock seemed to reach all the way up into his belly. His arms collapsed and his upper body fell forward onto the floor rocking Tom's hips upward beneath the coarse furred belly of the beast fucking him. The huge cock was no longer moving really, just jerking and throbbing deep within him. His mind was awed when he realized that the pain had somehow changed. It had become something different, something that though it could not be said to feel good was turning him on again... his cock began to jump and pulse as he roared into another orgasm, The tight muscles of his asshole clamped down on the jerking cock in his ass as the muscles beneath Tom's balls contracted trying to pump cum out of his cock and at the same time the muscles deep in his belly began to squeeze and milk the spurting cum from the animal cock so far in his ass. His ass slammed back and he began to hump wildly with his hips against the intrusion of his rear channel, his head tossed from side to side as drool ran freely from his mouth. Tom's head trashed about and the grunts of pain became sounds of pleasure. Tom had never cum like this; over and over his belly was wracked with the waves of convulsions as again and again his climaxes shot through his tortured but willing body. Tom rose back onto his hands and knees and threw his head back, his mouth opened wide and he shrieked in pure animal pleasure. Tom felt the werewolf's hot breath on the back of her neck and his teeth against his skin and suddenly as he reached a new high in the fantastic contractions of his ass around the thick cock the pressure against his neck grew massively greater and even before he could think he was gone down into darkness.

Chapter Four

The brothers sat in the old rocking chairs on the front porch in the gathering light of the new day. Their bodies returned to their human form only a short time before. Now as they sat fatigued by the night's effects on them and the ensuing wanton fucking of the young American, one of the brothers spoke to the other. He told him they needed to go down the road and put gas in the man's car and get it started. They went on towards their car knowing they needed to his car further away from the farm to avoid any suspicion and get back to the house and clean up the blood and gnawed bones that were all that were left. As they started to walk down the porch toward their car the second brother commented lightly "You know allot of people say the Americans have no taste, heck I though he tasted pretty good ! And there's still nothing like a good meal after a great fuck!"