Honeymoon - Episode 1: Chapter 1 (Valentine's Day Special)

Hello everyone, I decided to begin our Valentine's Day special earlier this year. In February, I am going to publish this new story called: 'Honeymoon', as our Valentine's Day special. This story has nothing to do with Valentine's Day, but it's about a newly married couple during their honeymoon. 

This story was requested by a lovely Patreon member.

Short Synopsis: 'A recently married couple, Lucas and Sophia, are on their honeymoon, the husband is a ranger, the wife a police officer. Lucas loves his wife and deeply enjoys having sex with her, but they are going to have to wait for Friday before having real sex for the first time together. Friday is going to be a full moon. Soon, with some clues, Lucas began suspecting that she might be a wolf girl.'

Kinks To Expect: OPPAI / BIG BOOBS I LACTATION I ASS I CHUBBY I MUSCULAR GIRL I WOLF GIRL (WOLF EARS & TAIL.           

Honeymoon. By Camille Juteau.

Episode One

Chapter One

Night.

It was a moon for hunting.

Tonight, deep into the woods, there was a man hiking. Hiking at night wasn’t exactly the safest activity to do, but here, in this place, in this town, it wasn’t something that only a handful of people did.

Everyone did.

Eventually, at one point, everyone in this town went hiking and camping out in the woods at night. It was almost like a rite of passage for a certain circle of people.

This man had lit up a bonfire for himself.

This place… These woods… There is something weird about this place and I don’t know what yet… It feels like I am at home here. I feel aroused for some reason, he thought as he stared into the strong bonfire.

He was hoping to rest after a long night of hiking, until…

Grrhh…

He suddenly heard a growling in the trees behind him. He turned around. There was a shadow, which was slowly, but surely coming closer and closer, toward him and the light that the bonfire was casting. The man had his dick out of his pants as he had recently begun removing his clothes, getting ready for bed. He was still sliding his pants down by the time he heard the growling in the woods. He wasn’t alone.

He knew that now.

***

Everything was dark at first, but then…

“It’s time to wake up, boo.”

His eyes opened. Light filled his mind.

She was there.

His mother was there.

Your mother.

She was beautiful. She was observing the young man. Making sure he was okay and that he peacefully woke up‒he did.

“...” he was having trouble that morning.

“Wake up, boo. It’s time.”

“It felt like the night was short…” he said to her.

“That’s because it was.”

“...” he didn’t know what to say.

“I love you, boo.”

“I love you, too…”

“No. That’s not what I meant. I really love you. You understand this, right?”

“Yes…”

“There is going to be a full moon this Friday.”

“There is?” he asked her, still quite tired.

“Yes. You know what that means?”

“...” the boy didn’t say anything.

***

Day.

Then, it was at that moment that the boy woke up.

But the boy wasn’t a boy.

He was a man.

Even though he was just sleeping a moment ago, what he saw and felt wasn’t a dream. It was real. It was a memory. It never was a dream. It was one of his most precious, memories.

When he woke up, it was morning time.

It was quite early in the morning, but the night had passed. The darkness was gone and a ray of sunlight pierced through the window of the bedroom and caressed his face. When he opened his eyes, she wasn’t there next to him. As usual, his loved one, his other half, his wife wasn’t sleeping with him and waking up with him.

The wife worked night shifts.

Most of the time.

Even if he lived with her and was married to her, he didn’t see her too often, unfortunately. She was there. She wasn’t. She came and left.

However, since it was morning time now, it also meant that she was going to come home. Soon, she’d be here. It was time for the man to get up. He had wasted far too much time sitting on the edge of their bed and looking through that window in the room, hoping to see his wife come back.

He finally stood up and left the room.

The next moment, coffee was brewing in the house.

The married couple had a small house in the middle of nowhere in the woods right outside of town. It was an isolated home, which felt like it was cast out from the village. Exiled. But the couple lived a calmed life there, in the wilderness.

Sure, the husband had a bit of a harder time living so far from civilization, but knew it was exactly what his lovely wife liked. So, it wasn’t a question of him fully enjoying it or not, it was about his wife being happy. That was all that mattered to him at the end of the day.

The man enjoyed a cup of coffee in the morning as he passed in front of a tall window in the living room, which partially reflected his image on the glass. For a brief moment, he saw himself in the glass.

The husband would never admit it himself, but he had beautiful caramel, brown eyes. He had short, gingerbread, light brown hair, which went quite perfectly with his eyes. The man was fit. He was muscular. He didn’t do all the training he required to be as muscular as he could be, which gave him this lean, normal built look to him. He wasn’t bulky. At all. He was mostly into endurance workout, so it made him thin.

The only thing he was wearing right this second was a pair of grey boxers and a white t-shirt.

He sipped on some more coffee as he looked outside, still expecting to see his wife come back home after her long, night shift, anytime. But no matter how long he waited at the window, she never came. Perhaps she had more to do at work. Perhaps her shift wasn’t exactly over yet.

As he lost hope on possibly seeing her back home anytime soon, the man turned his back to the window, just one second‒that one second during which he felt some kind of movement behind him. Not only behind him, but on the other side of that tall window. There was something outside.

The man barely had enough time to turned back around, and he had already missed it. It was too late. It was like a shadow passed in front of the window and disappeared as soon as it appeared. The man only had enough time to see a glimpse of it.

What was that shadow? He thought to himself as he barely saw it.

Then, he heard a door opened.

“I’m home,” the man heard the beautiful and soothing, but slightly too loud, (with it being this early in the morning) voice. She was back. She was finally back.

It’s her! He thought to himself.

“Welcome home, honey,” the husband said from the living room. He was so far from here at the moment that she most likely didn’t hear him.

He then walked from the living room to the kitchen to find her. Except‒he didn’t.

She wasn’t anywhere to be found.

He looked around. Still couldn’t find her.

Where is she? He thought to himself.