Howling Moon

Quelling the Urge (NC-17. SoloM)', 1296789642, ' After cleaning up in the kitchen, I retreated to my room. I could hear Charlie's cruiser pull up just a little after dark and after a short talk about the game, Charlie left. Billy wheeled himself into the house, but didn't call for me; I'm sure he thought I was out somewhere with Sam, Quil, and the others. I lay in my bed the rest of the night, staring at my ceiling and only thinking of Amelia and the situation I was in.

I had two choices. I could resist the call of imprinting with Amelia, and while it may drive me insane with need, I would simply have to find the self-control that had almost rivaled that of Edward Cullen. On the flip side, I could give in to the temptation and the aching desire my soul had to be shared with Amelia's and take her for myself. The desire was there, and it howled inside of me like a lost wolf, baying for its mate in the blackness of the night. I vowed myself to the first choice; I would simply quench whatever desire I had with the company of my hands until I could wrestle up enough control not to do so. It seemed a simple task, as I wasn't completely alien to masturbation-- I was a teenage boy, for Christ's sake, and my raging hormones-- with or without imprinting-- were flaring enough as it was.

I waited until I could hear Billy snoring from the living room before making my way into the bathroom. I would do it in the privacy of the shower, with no chance of anyone walking in and catching me with my pants down. I quietly chuckled at the terrible pun before shutting and locking the bathroom door behind me. I studied my face in the mirror for a good fifteen minutes, wondering if I had changed at all during the course of imprinting on Amelia. I didn't notice anything different, really, except that my cheeks were a deeper russet than the rest of my skin. I sighed, turning away from the mirror and began to strip down. I pulled the spirit bag off first, draping it on a peg of the towel rack before pulling off the oily, damp wife beater and discarding it haphazardly on the floor next to the toilet. I shucked my jeans next, vaguely hearing the plunk of the chain wallet hitting the linoleum before shucking my boxers, too.

I sighed, rubbing my face with both hands before resigning myself to my fate; I would be stuck spanking my monkey to thoughts of a girl I hardly knew because of a bond I thought would never happen so long as I didn't leave the boundaries of La Push or Forks... And I would probably be doing this for the rest of my life. I looked at myself again in the bathroom mirror, but not to look for changes. I stared myself in the eyes, glaring at my reflection. What I saw there made me feel a little green around the gills; I was staring into the eyes of a dirty, cowardly idiot who was just too scared to face the facts. I fought with myself for another fifteen minutes before growling under my breath. I wouldn't put a strange girl through something as terrible as the first impulse of imprinting. I conceded that, one day, I might decide to get this horrible desire out of my system the way that the concept of imprinting had intended, but until then, I would simply have to behave myself and take care of business with my right hand.

With a heavy sigh, I turned the water in the shower as hot as it would go before stepping in. I knew a cold shower wouldn't really work, so I didn't even bother with entertaining the thought. Eventually, I braced myself against one wall of the shower with my left hand, my right taking my already aching manhood in the other. The hot water felt good on my skin, washing away the dirt and grime, and when I closed my eyes, all I could see was Amelia.

At first, I tried to imagine her petite little frame in something skimpy and lacy and sprawled across my bed, like something you would find in a dirty magazine, but it only seemed to ruin the picture of her innocence in the whole situation. I moved on to something a little more practical and permanent feeling, like a silk robe that showed just the barest bit of her bottom as she reached up into a cabinet in my kitchen as she fixed breakfast. It seemed to work alright, but I soon settled on something that got my blood pumping.


Amelia stood on the beach in an innocent white sundress and an oversized straw sunhat. She was waving at me from a distance, and as I got closer, I noticed that she wore nothing beneath the dress. I could see her petite little frame through the dress as the sun shone behind her, leaving a perfect little halo around her face. She encouraged me to follow her, and I could do nothing but obey. She led me into the woods, her delicate hand holding my own as she led me deeper in, and when she found a little clearing, her face lit up into the most beautiful smile I could imagine. I lay her down on the soft, damp grass and kissed each inch of her face. I eventually moved on to her neck and shoulders, and before long, I had kissed almost every part of her body all the way to her toes. In the end, she was giggling, and watching me with innocent, but smoldering eyes that set my body on fire. I kissed her lips fervently... Hotly... As though claiming my territory. I bruised her mouth with the force, but she begged me for more. My hands roamed her body, taking in the soft, silky feel of her skin beneath my palms. She was unbuttoning my shirt, and I was hiking up the hem of her dress as we rolled around in the grass, oblivious to the world around us...


I let out a quiet cry, but ceased my slow stroking and buttoned my lips, listening for any sound that I had woken Billy up. A quick, loud snore came seconds later and I returned to my fantasy, continuing the slow, deliberate stroking of my aching member in the process.


I continued to kiss Amelia, not caring if I ever breathed again, for her mouth was soft, sweet, and warm. She removed my jeans, and I only broke our heated kiss to pull the little dress over her head. She flung herself back on the grass before my lips could find hers again, and I stared down at her in all of her shameless, naked glory. Her skin was flawless and the most beautiful brown I had ever seen. Her onyx hair splayed out behind her head like a black halo of the deepest night, and her eyes shone like stars on her smiling face. I leaned down to kiss her again, and as my manhood brushed her entrance, I knew that she was ready for me without me even having to try for it. I kissed her more fervently, and her hand slipped between our bodies to guide me to her entrance.

We made love for hours; every position possible was experimented with, but she loved it so much more when I took her from behind. I pulled the hair away from the nape of her neck and leaned forward as I pumped into her with slow, sweet deliberation. My lips found the nape of her neck and I held on tightly to her shoulder with one hand, the other pulling her hips back toward me as I thrust into her. She cried out my name, and I felt her contract around me from the inside, her hot wetness encasing me...


It was then that I came. My hot seed spilled out over my hand and across the shower wall with such force that I thought I would've cracked the tiles. I stifled my cry of passion by shoving my free hand into my mouth and biting down as hard as I could. I craned my neck back and shivered as my climax came to an end. I spent a good ten minutes with my hand still firmly wrapped around the base of my still quivering manhood before I could pull myself together enough to actually bathe. By that time, the water had run cold, but the heat of my fantasy still burned behind my eyelids, and every time I closed them, I could see Amelia crying out my name.

I quickly washed up, despite the cold water, and headed to my room in nothing but a towel. I stood at my window, peering past the curtains as the cool night breeze drifted in. I stared across the way at the Clearwater's home; I could see a figure standing at the window and staring at me, soft and feminine, and I idly wondered if it was Amelia. I clenched my teeth and turned from the window, growling, before flinging myself onto the bed. I would have to get some sleep if I were to spend the rest of my days wanking off in the shower and steering clear of the girl who was my other half.