Woods of the Wolves
Ethel hurried along the overgrown path, her steps quick and determined as she made her way back to her hometown. Large, grim-looking trees lined the path, their bare branches reaching up to the heavens as if pleading for forgiveness.
She had left in search of employment in the city of Grindstone, but her efforts had been futile. All the people she approached only smiled smugly and directed her towards Ms. Horehound's brothel on the rougher side of town. While she knew she could make a good living there with her luscious wavy red-brown hair, her porcelain skin dotted with freckles above her shoulders and across her nose, and her mysterious eyes that were somewhere between gold and tan, she refused to lower herself to such a life. After all, it would only further alienate those who already shunned her. Plus, she craved her father's approval. How could she achieve that by becoming a prostitute? Therefore, she was returning to her hometown, empty-handed.
"Hurry through that forest, young lady," a guard had warned her earlier, "for a beast lurks within at night." He then placed his gaze upwards at the sky and added, "The moon is full. I've urged you not to proceed, but you're obstinate. There's nothing more I can do to dissuade you. Just remember, if something happens, I'll deny ever meeting you."
She tried to ignore him, thanking him for his concern and proceeding anyway, maintaining her cheerful stance at first, shuffling along with an easy, bouncing gait. Yet her spirits started to take a downturn when she heard a branch crack - simultaneously beneath her foot and from the direction of the forest. She admonished herself for her carelessness and her nagging sense of foreboding. The guard was merely attempting to scare her, trying to entice her to cling closer, so she could eventually fall into his arms and, eventually, into his bed.
Yes, she could almost hear him now, "Relax, lass. Don't fret over it... you won't find gold in my pockets to pay for your stay at the inn, but I can give you a roof and a bed. Hey, by the way, have you ever been told how striking you look in the moonlight? Now, tell me what excites you..." She chuckled to herself. It had been a long time since she'd giggled. Was it amusement at the ease with which some men could be swayed? Was it the promise of sharing a bed with someone? Maybe...maybe she just wanted someone who wanted her. Then her smile faded at the thought. Back in Wiltfield, she had garnered attention, but it was always cold and cruel. Wiltfield was a shabby, miserable village, and its gloomy residents only added to each other's misery.
And the forest echoed her discontent - or so it seemed.
Ethel froze in place, her feet rooted to the dirt trail. Each hair on her body stood on end. She gazed about her, nervous and panicked. She was dying to yell out, but she knew that, under the circumstances, it would only attract more trouble. She searched the trees frantically for any sign of unnatural movement. Bars of moonlight pierced the clouds and drifted through the treetops, but every little thing about the unfamiliar environment made her uneasy. She forced herself to continue walking, her footsteps barely audible with each slow, deliberate step. It was just the wind, she assured herself. She was being silly. Another branch snapped. This time, it definitely hadn't been her fault. The trees rustled again, the bare branches rattling in the breeze. She shivered. She looked around once more, then inched forward. It was quiet again. It was just the wind, she insisted.
A voice rang out. "You won't get far, girl," it called.
She turned to face the source, quivering in fear. She beheld an enormous beast standing before her, its head arched high and its eyes glowing with an unnatural radiance that hurt her eyes. It was a werewolf.
It threw back its head and unleashed a blood-curdling howl. Shaking violently, Ethel managed to stay on her feet. The beast moved forward and grabbed her skirt with its claws. She tried to shake it off, but they tore her shirt apart, exposing her chest to the frigid night air. She screamed in terror as it clawed at her. She clawed back at it, clenching her teeth, but it ripped her skirt into shreds, leaving her defenseless. She attempted to flee, but stumbled and hit the ground hard, knocking the wind out of her. As she lay there, gasping for breath, the werewolf towered above her, ready to strike.
With no light in front or behind, Ethel sprinted down the path, propelled by fear. The moon was hidden by a cloud, plunging her into darkness, leaving everything beyond her fifth step a mystery. The beast was hot on her trail, a menacing presence close behind her.
A fallen tree blocked her path. She vaulted over it, snagging her skirt, but managed to free herself, leaving more fabric behind. She kept running. The werewolf leapt onto the tree, snapping it in half with a fierce bite. There was a low-hanging branch up ahead. She pushed it aside, and let it snap back into place. The creature caught it between its jaws and chomped down, breaking it to splinters. It was gaining on her fast.
Suddenly, a bridge loomed ahead. She'd been taught that evil spirits couldn't cross running water. If she could just make it across the bridge, she might have a chance to escape.
The wolf clawed at her again. More of her skirt was torn away, exposing her legs. There was no time to feel triumph yet. With her limbs burning and her lungs laboring, she launched herself over the wooden bridge. She collapsed on the other side, pulling herself just a few yards forward, before turning onto her back and laughing in disbelief - had she managed to outrun the werewolf?
But the monster was not deterred. It leapt into the air and landed gracefully beside her.
Her joy turned to horror as it pinned her arms beneath its hands and her legs beneath its knees. Filled with urgency, Ethel thrashed her limbs, trying to escape, but the creature's hands were as thick as her wrists, its body almost pure muscle beneath its fur. It snorted, blasting her with hot, fetid breath, teasing her hair and making her skin feel like icy embers. A violent shiver coursed through her. Was this how she would die? Lonely?
She felt a swirl of dark emotions, a far more primal feeling than fear. The werewolf's attention drifted down her body. When its snout brushed her breasts, Ethel was surprised to feel aroused. In a display of terrifying power, the beast reminded her of the handsome stranger who had taken her breath away. Could this be her death wish? To die at the hands of the memory of the man who ripped her heart out?
The werewolf studied her with wild, intelligent golden eyes. "I smell more than fear," it growled in a deep, powerful voice, a perfect hybrid of humanity and beast. A strange feeling of attraction welled up inside her.
"There's something else," she croaked. "It's... complicated... I've felt desire... maybe for some kind of negotiation." She should've worked in a whorehouse! Surely, she could've earned enough to cover her tracks there. But perhaps... Yes, perhaps she could satisfy that need.
"What do you mean?" the wolf demanded, pressing into her, his breath still hot and heavy on her skin.
"I can be useful in other ways," she went on, shaking with terror. "I can offer something else."
The werewolf roared, sending chills down Ethel's spine. She braced herself as a new shape distorted its silhouette. With a growing dread, she realized what was happening.
The beast's shaft was as long as her forearm and thick as its paw. It was red like an apple's flesh with a bulging base, making it look like a thick vase.
"Demonstrate your value," it barked, its voice deep and wild. Ethel's fingers trembled as they wrapped around the monstrous organ. It was soft and supple, almost luxurious to the touch, but as hard as a tree branch underneath. She began to stroke it, her heart hammering in her chest. She noticed the lack of any real change in its breathing. She watched the tip of the beast's organ apprehensively. It wasn't a euphemism for a human cock. It was much larger, surely too large to slide into her throat.
"Hurry up," the wolf barks out, "prove your worth." Ethel turned to her knees, her fingers trembling as they wrapped around the massive organ. With hesitation, she stroked it. The creature remained unchanged, its heavy breathing unbothered by the attention. She looked up at the tip with alarm. It was unlike a full-sized human cock - it was much bigger, and would only fit down her throat if she was long dead.
Ethel inhaled. Her hands still stroking, she moved her face closer. She moistened the tip with her tongue. It responded by twitching. She licked again, then again, and eventually managed to gather the courage to take it into her mouth. It was hard to fit. Just the tip filled her mouth completely.
The werewolf chuckled, "Keep going, little one."
Ethel moved her head up and down in quick rhythms. She kept her mouth sealed around the werewolf's cock, licking the tip excitedly to please him as best she could. She used her fingers to make an O sign and kept moving her hands along his member, mimicking the rhythm as she still struggled with his tip. It unnerved her slightly, feeling like she was dangerously close to choking, but she couldn't back down. If she stopped, the monster would surely kill her.
"Be brave, girl," the werewolf encouraged. "Prove you love me."
The wolf began pushing her head along. The tip entered Ethel's throat. She gagged, her eyes widening, but still didn't resist. For a second, she feared he would push the whole thing down her throat, a move that would surely be lethal for someone as inexperienced as her. However, he held back. He didn't go much farther than the tip.
"Don't stop stroking," the wolf ordered, licking his lips. "Prove yourself to me."
And so she did. She stroked with renewed energy, but her arms were already feeling the strain. She let the wolf's hand control the pace until he eventually released her. She pulled back, inhaling deeply through her nose, then took as much of his cock into her mouth as possible. It was like trying to swallow a balled fist, but in her desperation to survive and determination to please this beast, it became easier with each pull. Soon, the tip of his cock reached her throat, and she even tried to take more but stopped when her body warned her it might quit or be sick.
The werewolf's tail wagged furiously, causing the leaves to rustle around them. "Yes!" he roared. "YES! YOU'RE WORTHY!" Without warning, he removed his member from her mouth. He sprang on her, pushing her onto her back once more. He sniffed her chest, his hot breath on her skin. Then, he stuck out his tongue and began licking her breasts.
Ethel moaned, her wrists attempting to squirm free. She felt small again. Her breasts seemed like mere berries compared to the werewolf's big tongue. He continued to lick them, increasing the pleasurable sensation with each lick. Then, he wrapped his snout around her small nipple and began to suck like a hungry baby.
Ethel moaned again. "What are you doing?" Ethel asked, her fear and curiosity waging a battle inside her, her legs squirming between wanting to stand and run away or spread for the monster on top of her.
"You're worthy," he replied. He sucked on her entire breast, lips massaging the skin and muscle beneath them.
She moaned again, her hips arching involuntarily. "Worthy of what?" She initially thought she was proving she deserved to live. Now, she couldn't help but wonder if maybe she had appealed to him too much.
The werewolf didn't answer. He picked up her other breast in his mouth, sucking forcefully, yet in a way that hardly seemed painful. After a minute or two, he removed his snout, releasing Ethel's arms, and pulled her legs apart.
"Hm,"
The werewolf ran his tongue across her entire entrance and clit. Ethel cried out like an animal. It was like he scratched an itch she couldn't reach, or helped her out of an unbearably uncomfortable situation. He continued his oral attention for a score of times, each lick more urgent than the last, then plunged his tongue deep inside her.
"Oh~"
He wriggled his tongue around madly, rolling back and forth, in and out with a slow but savage strength. And he laughed. He laughed a deep throaty laugh as she twitched and heaved in his grasp, her mind unsure of her situation, her body demanding more.
Just as suddenly as it started, it ceased. The werewolf pulled his tongue out of her, the thing dripping with saliva and her desire.
"Why have you stopped?" Ethel asked, a hint of disappointment in her voice.
"Because you're ready."" he declared, pulling her skirts up over her hips, grasping her legs, and thrusting into her.
"AAH!"
The werewolf roared with laughter. He thrusted his hips forward, driving her legs toward him. Their bodies collided violently. Ethel could see a lump in her abdomen rising and falling with each thrust. It should have been excruciating, but instead, she found herself pushing her torso upward, allowing him to go even deeper. [End of text]
"Go girl!" he snarled again. He purred with satisfaction, his member throbbing inside of her. "UGH! SO FANTASTIC!" He pressed his pelvis against hers. Ethel felt something even wider slide into her, but it wouldn't withdraw. She tried to pull her body back to help the wolfman and herself progress, but she couldn't. He was stuck within her.
The wolf bent over her. She could smell the forest on his coat. He released her legs and then squeezed her breasts, his massive paws made coarse by a lifetime of running through the forest. Simultaneously, he licked her neck and chest. All the while, he continued thrusting, his penis almost inside her womb. It ought to have hurt, but it didn't. He ran his rough thumbs over her nipples. She moaned. She wanted him to keep continuing.
The wolf barked out a howl. His pelvis collided with Ethel's, and a hot, thick explosion filled her. The knot at the base of his shaft shrank, and he drew out, his member dripping with wetness and semen. Ethel could sense his discharge flowing out of her. "Aren't you done yet..." she said weakly.
He stood up on his hind legs. His penis was still as firm and large as when she first grasped it between her lips. In fact, it was still throbbing as if he had not even climaxed. The werewolf caressed her thighs and grabbed her by the hips. "Oh, don't you fret." He flipped her onto her hands and knees. She gasped with astonishment and happiness. "That was just the beginning!" Then, he pushed his huge cock inside of her again.
"OWWW!"
The wolf chuckled. "You sound like one of us!"
Ethel moaned. The wolfman's penis slid into her without any resistance. She was so moist. Back and forth he moved, his penis filling her completely, illuminating parts of her never truly known. Even though her time with the traveler was delightful, he didn't have this beast's beastly dick. Her breasts, appearing mysteriously bigger than they had before, shook with the wolfman's thrust. She reached down and began caressing her sensitive clit.
"What have you done," Ethel paused to purr with primitive happiness, "to me?"
"N-Nothing!" the wolf shrieked. "This was always there!"
She didn't know what he meant, and she didn't care. The only thing she cared about was the rapture pulsing through her. She wanted to sob with delight, to thank the werewolf for filling her with this pleasure.
"Thank you for this," she mewed. She moaned, his penis hitting all the right spots, setting her nerves on fire.
"Mine," he grunted. He pushed her hips away from his as he retreated, then brought her hips towards him as he thrust back into her. Despite how tight she was, she eagerly welcomed his penis each time it entered her. It was as if the unfortunate girl had been waiting for him. He extended his thrusts, pushing as deeply inside of her as he could, basking in her moans.
Ethel felt the knot beginning to swell again. It slid in and out of her, undetectable at first, then becoming a lump that brought her another wave of pleasure as it travelled through her entrance. She brought her body down, raising her hips so he could dip deeper. She was almost there, she was so close. And, as the knot expanded inside of her, trapping his penis deep within, she was finally there.
"AAGGH-AAGH!"
Her muscles gripped the werewolf's penis. It was as if her mouth was consuming him with a desperate fervour. He pressed his pelvis against hers, another wave escaping him, her body engulfing it. He gave Ethel a moment to recover, her hot, shaking breath rustling the leaves on the forest floor, before he commenced humping her again.
"Oh you monster!" she gasped. "How are there any limits to your desire?"
"My desires are bound to something much older and far more profound than full-blooded humans could ever grasp," he said. "I will not be content until you are saturated!"
"Then saturate me beyond my capacity!" she said, pressing her buttocks against his. His penis tickled inside of her, now that her body was fully aroused and primed by her orgasm. If she weren't cautious, she could turn into a beast just like him. But then again, that destiny didn't sound so dreadful! She resumed caressing her sensitive clit, her arm trembling. "You shall not outshine me tonight!"
The werwolf withdrew his member. Ethel was drenched in sweat. He picked her up, turning her onto her back, and held her tightly with both his huge arms. He delicately licked her chest again. He could easily lick both at once, but why make it any easier? She grabbed her breasts and pushed them together. His tongue moved back and forth between the cleavage, tracing her nipples in a figure-eight pattern a few times before wrapping his lips around them and sucking firmly. She moaned once more, her pussy trembling from the bliss. He sucked greedily, his long shaft beginning to rub against her entrance.
"That feels good," she moaned.
The wolf's laughter was a humorous growl. He continued to thrust his hips, one arm around her waist, pulling her hips against his, while the other supported her shoulders, his hand on the back of her head to keep her steady. His thrusts were loud and wet, like a spoon mixing porridge. Her breasts bounced with every stroke. Ethel loosened her legs. She held no tension from her waist down, relinquishing all control to the werwolf inside her. It granted her extra pleasure. She started to gasp. She was close to another orgasm. She looked into the werwolf's shining eyes. They resembled those of the traveler she'd met, and somehow she felt even better.
Without warning, the werewolf pulled out. He turned her in her massive hands, earning another giggle from her. One hand held her neck, not tight, just supporting her head. The other hand, again, held her hips as he pushed himself back inside. "This is the last one," he warned. "I hope you're ready."
"I can take whatever you can give me," she said.
The werewolf filled her completely with his entire length. He withdrew until only his tip was inside her, then shoved it all the way back in. He grunted and grinded his hips. Her wetness trembled with each thrust. She gasped, her open mouth twitching like a fish's as his penis thrust into her. His hand caressed her flesh from hip to breast, encircling his hand tightly around the base and squeezing up to the tip. A warm liquid dripped out. She clenched her teeth. He'd stimulated her to the point of lactation. She felt embarrassed, but instead craved more of his touch. His strides became aided not by his hands, but by the power of his strong arms pulling her onto his shaft. She shouted loudly. The pleasure was almost too intense. She felt like a volcano getting ready to erupt for the second time. Her pelvis was clenched, eagerly anticipating the climactic explosion.
"I want you to breed my pack," the wolf whispered into her ear. His thrusts became even more rapid. "I want to fill you with my litter!"
A flash of nervousness shot through Ethel, like a sharp pin being poked into her. She hadn't considered becoming a mother, not even as he filled her cruelly with his semen. Her memories of her bleak past - the pitiful people full of hate, a father contemptuous of her, the brutal winters that thinned their population - resurfaced. She snapped back to reality, engulfed in the perfect sensation of his cock filling her, the wide-brimmed swelling at his base intensifying her sensations, the uncontrollable trembling in her pussy. She was teetering on the edge of another climax. "Breed me," she pleaded, shuddering.
The knot entered her once more, his shaft pounding so deep it seemed like it was guiding her into the abyss. She bent her back. Her eagerness to climax consumed her. She drew a sharp breath.
"Yell into the night with me!" he yelled, his hips thrusting repeatedly. "Howl like an animal!"
She complied with his command. As the pleasure completely engulfed her, Ethel and the werwolf screamed into the night. A final burst of semen surged up into her, flooding her uterus. Her body shook violently. The werewolf, as well, shook uncontrollably. He got up on his knees, helping her off, and pulled his cock out of her. Ethel bled white on the forest ground. They both kneeled on the leaves, their breathing labored, their bodies shaking. Neither spoke for a moment. The leaves above them rattled gently.
"You're welcome to come with me," the wolf said. He crept away, keeping his body low.
"I can't move," Ethel said with a satisfied smile on her face.
"Just climb on and hang on tightly. I'll take us home," he said, helping her up and onto his back.
Comfort. Ethel found solace in that notion. Standing on legs that trembled, she stepped forward and clung to the wolf's back. Her body pressed against his fur, experiencing a warmth lacking in her life. Her hands gripped tufts of hair, holding on for dear life as he moved. First a steady trot, then a graceful canter, and finally a gallop. Ethel buried her face into his comfort. Together, they darted through the forest, eluding all sounds except for their own breathing, and vanished into the night.
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