C2 A Moonlit Rendezvous and Impending Nuptials-Part I

A restlessly anxious Snow … transformed in her wolf-form … is feverishly charging through the woods under the illumination of a hunter’s moon, trying to vent out some of the pent up, nervous apprehensions that have been frequently gnawing at her as the impending event approaches. Within the next few days, she’s supposed to marry Michael Cavanaugh; Alpha of the Lightning Bolt Pack … a wolf whom, though she’s never met before, has heard enough about to know that she doesn’t want to marry.

Up until now, Snow has been lost in her own jumbled up thoughts, tuning out the rest of the world; when suddenly, she’s instinctively drawn to the sound of her sister’s voice coming from a nearby hot spring. She immediately slows her pace from a full charge to a quickened trot, as she ascends the small hill that overlooks the spring, but stops in her tracks at the top; after seeing that her sister isn’t alone.

Snow crouches down on all fours, stretching out her front and hind legs, and lays on her belly; nestling down as low as she could go to conceal herself within the indigenous vegetation. Snow isn’t usually voyeuristic in nature; but, her curiosity is a bit piqued at the moment. She’s heard the rumors … and suspected as much … but, now she has the rare opportunity to get a firsthand, eyewitness account of it herself. So, with an intensely bright, gleaming hunter’s moon beaming down upon them … in conjunction with Snow’s sharp, keen, wolf night vision … Snow can watch, while clearly seeing every minor detail and nuance.

Now, an official, full-fledged member of the Moonbeam Pack’s Defensive Security Detail; Amanda … more commonly referred to as ‘Amazon Amanda’ due to her intimidatingly overpowering, warrior-like physique and incredibly uncanny fighting skills … is soaking in the steaming waters with hershe-wolf lover; Rachel Metz … more commonly referred to Alpha Jacob’s daughter.

Amanda has a tautly muscular, super-toned, femininely athletic body; that’s deeply tanned … helping to further de-accentuate some of the faded scars left on her body; which she had collected over the years as remnants of previously fought battles. Her jet-black hair is at a length just slightly shorter than a bob-cut style; and, her eyes are of a light-charcoal hue coloring. And, as far as her chest is concerned; it’s a bit smallish – though not completely flat-chested … it can still be palmed; requiring a slight curvature of the hand while doing so – but, firmly perky with a slight upward turn.

Rachel possesses an extremely curvaceous, feminine physique; which is quite voluptuous.She has fair, milky-white skin with no detectable blemishes anywhere. Her wavy, strawberry-blonde hair falls halfway down her back; and, her eyes are a stunningly mystifying, translucent bluish-green hue. And, as far as her chest is concerned; her chestis abundantly ample.

Amanda and Rachel are leaning in against each other, cozily snuggling up alongside one another … nothing majorly shocking as far as Snow is concerned … with Rachel resting her head in the crook of Amanda’s neck. They are tenderly holding hands,interlacing their fingers; while alternately taking turns to bring the joined hands up to their mouths and gently kiss their fingers.

After a while of this, Amanda spontaneously takes in deep sniffs of Rachel’s hair; as Rachel turns her head in towards Amanda, and, starts to slowly deliver a series of light pecks from the nape of Amanda’s neck back to inside the crook, then, works upward towards her ear … then, begins to softly nibble on the lobe.Amanda sharply tenses up, as a surging flush of sudden ecstasy courses through her entire body. She lets out a low, elongated moan.

Picked up by her heightened sense of hearing; Snow’s starting to feel a little uncomfortable and guilty for invading her sister’s privacy. But, at the same time, can’t help but feel a bit titillated by this … and, the next thing she knows; she’s scooching up a little further, to take in a better view.

Feeling how Amanda’s body had tightly tensed up … now occasionally squirming in her arms … and, hearing her moaning, Rachel can’t help but to become overcome by her own surging flush of ecstasy coursing within herself; as she feels the heat rising down between her legs.

Both of their inner-wolves are screaming “More! More!”.

With Rachel’s chest now heaving above the waterline; Amanda cups her from underneath and lifts them out of the water … hastily leaning in face first into them. Amanda keeps moving her mouth around Rachel’s chest, back and forth; alternating between slow kisses, licks, and sucks.

As she does this; Rachel wraps her arms around Amanda’s head, holding it firmly against her chest; as her head uncontrollably tilts back, and her pupils roll to the tops of her eyeballs … moaning from unbridled ecstasy. And, once Rachel regains control of her head, she tightens her hold on Amanda even more; squeezing Amanda’s face down into her chest.

Amanda then releases her hold from under Rachel’s chest, and reaches down under her buttocks, and stands, lifting Rachel up out of the water; then, maneuvers Rachel’s legs to straddle her waist. Amanda gets out of the spring, carrying Rachel to a grassy spot on the ground, then, carefully sits down; with Rachel sitting on her lap … her legs still straddled around Amanda’s waist; and, her arms wrapped around Amanda’s head, holding it between her undulating chest.

Rachel’s moans are deepening, as the heat between her legs rises. Rachel removes one of her arms from around Amanda’s head, and slowly moves it downward … with her hand gently pressed against her body … seductively touching Amanda along the way. Rachel finally reaches her intended destination; and slips her hand between the Amanda’s inner thighs.

Now, Amanda’s head snaps back, and her pupils roll to the tops of her eyeballs; as she moans out in ecstasy. And, when she’s able to bring her head back; Amanda reciprocates by running one of her hands down Rachel’s curvaceous torso, down between her inner thighs.

Soon, they both use caressing strokes to stimulate each other … while lovingly fondling each other’s chest with their free hands and mouths. This goes on for about another half an hour.

They go back into the hot spring to clean each other off; then, go back to leaning against one another while snuggling. Eventually; Rachel leaves.

After a few minutes, a grin suddenly appears on Amanda’s face; and, she mind-links to her spying sister, “You can come down now.”

Taken aback; an embarrassingly flustered Snow mind-links back, “You … you knew I was up here?”

“Of course.” She teases, “What kind of a member of the DSD would I be if I couldn’t even detect a nearby peeping-tom?” Then adds; with an impish inflection, “Even if I were preoccupied at the time.”

Snow immediately blushes, and stammers, “I … I …”

“… I … I.” Amanda tells her, “Just get on down here and join me. Come on … the water’s great. Nice and relaxing.”

Snow heads down the hill and slowly approaches the hot spring; then halts. She stands there motionless. After a minute or so of silence; Amanda speaks out …

“Come on, you; change and get in already.”

Snow shapeshifts back into her human-form, standing there unclothed, - for the first time ever while in Amanda’s presence feeling a little self-conscious and shy - then, hesitantly walks up to the hot spring; and, quickly gets in and submerges her body up to her neck … sitting several feet away from her sister.

Amanda and Snow have been in the hot springs dozens of times before, and, have taken countless numbers of baths together; but, Amanda can tell that Snow is probably feeling somewhat uncomfortable now … seeing how after rushing into the water, keeping a distance from her, Snow is keeping her legs tightly crossed shut and her arms strategically folded across her chest.

Amanda isn’t offended by this reaction of Snow’s; on the contrary, she’s finding it kind of adorable. An impish little grin emerges on her countenance; as Amanda, hoping to break up the tension and relax Snow a little, jocularly blurts out of the blue …

“Relax … you are definitely cute … but, you’re not my type.”

Snow is cute. Standing at around five foot six inches, she has a fit, feminine shape; proportionately curvy in all the right places. Her chest is a descent size; large enough to produce an impressively enticing cleavage line - but, not super big … like Rachel’s. She has super-soft, shoulder-length, chestnut brown hair; which she generally wears either straight down, or tied up into a ponytail. Snow … unlike her name may imply … has a dark – though not too dark – complexion; which enhances her sharp – yet, femininely aesthetic – facial features. And, she has the classical-looking, wolf’s eyes; capable of evoking that ‘thousand yard stare’ … a mid-shade brown hue, with golden flecks ‘floating’ within the irises.

Her plan seems to be sort of working; at least Snow is looking at Amanda for the first time since entering the water. Amanda decides to attempt to continue keeping a conversation going on … although she kind of pushes the envelope with her next remark …

“So; tell me … did you like what you saw?”

Snow immediately darts her eyes away; looking downward. Amanda realizes that she has inadvertently unnerved Snow again; and, quickly apologizes …

“Sorry; I shouldn’t have asked you that.”

Snow slowly turns back to face Amanda. “That’s okay. ... It’s just …” She averts her eyes back down. “…I’m not exactly sure of what I did see.”

She looks back up to Amanda; displaying a somewhat quizzical expression on her face. Amanda isn’t really surprised. Snow is only eighteen-years-old, with hardly any real-world experience; living a fairly, sheltered life within the pack. Also, being seen as an ‘outsider’ among most of the pack, no boys have ever tried to approach Snow; and, especially not in a relationship form of way.

“I understand.” Amanda suddenly feels obliged to point out, “But, you know … you’re going to be married in a few days. And, I’m sure … considering from what I hear about Alpha Michael … he’s going to be expecting that kind stuff. … Well; obviously it won’t exactly be the same with a male.”

“What do you mean? What would be different?”

Amanda can’t help to burst out laughing. When she gets her composure back, “Never mind.”

As if she wasn’t anxious enough as it was; Snow is becoming really nervous now. Her body tenses up, as she squeezes her arms in tighter around her upper torso area; and, she sullenly gazes down into the water, exuding a melancholic air about her. Observing this; Amanda takes it upon herself to go over and try to soothe her troubled sister.

Amanda sits down right beside Snow … their bodies in contact … and, tenderly drapes her arm over Snow’s shoulders; drawing her closer into her. Feeling the strong, sisterly affection that they share between one another, Snow instantly feels comfortable with Amanda once again, and relaxes.

She leans turning in towards Amanda, placing her arms around her neck as she rests her head upon Amanda’s chest … listening to the rhythmic beating of Amanda’s heart as a means of trying to calm herself … and, crosses one of her legs across Amanda’s lap.

Once Snow has settled in; Amanda lovingly strokes Snow’s hair with one hand, while gently patting her back with the other. Unlike with Rachel; this is all done with only feelings of loving, sisterly love.

And, while Snow remains soothingly cradled within Amanda’s arms, with her ear pressed firmly to her chest … listening to the steady, calming heartbeat … Snow unconsciously exhibits her childlike habit – which she does whenever she’s highly upset and on edge –and, begins to suck on her thumb. Amanda looks down upon Snow and smiles; continuing to stroke her sister’s hair and pat her back.

Then, her smile disappears; and, she starts feeling a bit somber herself. She feels sorry for Snow; hating the situation that the pack’s putting her in. She’s especially angry that their own father would allow Alpha Jacob to dictate that Snow has to marry someone against her will; even if it means the possible alliance to another pack. But, then again … like most of the other pack members … their father – or, seemingly more apropos to say, her father – never really thought of Snow as being his daughter. And, this also has Amanda feeling sad.

Once Snow calmed down … Amanda can tell she had by the fact that Snow had stopped sucking on her thumb; and, instead of keeping her ear tightly pressed down firmly in one spot to listen to her heartbeat, Snow started nuzzling the side of her head all around Amanda’s chest … Amanda gently sits Snow back up beside her, and asks her point blank …

“Snow … you don’t want to marry Alpha Michael; do you?”

Snow looks down; remaining silent. Then, utterly surprising her; she hears Amanda say …

“Then; don’t.”

Snow snaps her head back up; and, stares at Amanda. She’s totally stupefied. “But? … But … I have to marry Alpha Michael. … Don’t I?”

“Why? … Because Alpha Jacob says you do? … Our father? … Why do you have to marry him if you don’t want to?”

“I thought the pack…”

Amanda abruptly interrupts, “… What about the pack? Do you think that the pack really cares about you? Because if you don’t already know this by now, I’m telling you right here, Snow; they don’t. So; why do you give a damn about what the pack wants?”

A totally confounded Snow still can’t believe the words coming out of her sister’s mouth. She can’t help but to just sit there; staring at Amanda with a partially agape mouth. And, when Amanda regains her composure; she softly places her hand on Snow’s cheek and gently turns her face towards hers.

“Snow … you know I love you more than anyone else in this world; right?’ Snow nods; and, Amanda continues, “You are my dearest sister, after all … heck … I was the one who named you.”

Snow sees an opportunity to playfully rib her sister. “I know; you named me Snow because you found me during a blizzard; right?” Amanda nods; and, Snow quips while tittering, “Well; everyone knows that you were never known for being creative or original.” Snow endearingly smiles at Amanda.

Amanda smiles back and chortles. “Okay … whatever.” She then places her other hand on Snow’s other cheek, and brings Snow’s face closer to hers; then, speaks in a sentimentally, soothing tone, “I love you, Snow … I always will. And, I only want what’s best for you … what keeps you happy. … And, if not marrying Alpha Michael will make you happy … then, please Snow … don’t marry him.

With that being said; Amanda lets go of Snow’s cheeks, stands up and gets out of the hot spring, and then, looks back to Snow. “Just think about it. … I’ll see you back at home.”

Amanda shapeshifts into her wolf-form, and runs off. Snow remains in the hot springs, and sits there soaking; trying to take in what her sister had told her, and sort through her thoughts.

Under the gleaming illumination of a hunter’s moon, Snow wonders if it really would be okay not to marry Alpha Michael; like Amanda suggested. But if she doesn’t, what would become of the planned alliance that the pack was counting on? And, of greater concern to Snow, what would happen to her? Most of the pack already sees her as an outsider; would she still be allowed to stay with the pack is she breaks off the marriage?