Rosalie's heavy breaths caught in her throat as she ran full pelt through the graveyard. She could feel the cold grass on her bare feet, and the night air rushing past her flushed face. She looked behind her in fear, just for a moment, to see the beast closing in behind her.
She couldn't make out much in the darkness, but it was a terrifying sight. A huge wolf-like beast looming over 7ft tall, with broad shoulders and long muscular limbs. Its fur was deep black, and she could see glinting eyes and sharp teeth in a face which was contorted in a snarl. Its arms were more like those of a human man, but bristling with fur, and its paws had long extended claws, almost like fingers. It ran with a bounding pace, sometimes upright on two legs; sometimes on four. This couldn't be a normal wolf. What was it?
She gasped - it was quickly gaining ground on her!
She tried to run faster but her heavy Victorian clothing was slowing her down. She could feel her tight boned corset restricting her breathing, and she had layers of blooming petticoats and skirts dragging on the ground and catching her feet with almost every stride.
In terror she realised that it was now so close that she could hear its heavy breathing and growls in the silence of the graveyard. Sobbing and panting, Rosalie made a break for a wood that she could see ahead of them. Maybe she could hide?
But it was no use - as she neared the trees her foot caught once again in her skirts and she fell with a thud to the ground. All too quickly she was laid flat on her stomach, with the cold grass against her fingers.
Knowing it had caught its prey, she could hear the creature slow its pace and pad close behind her. She didn't dare to move or turn around, preparing herself for the feeling of sharp teeth and claws ripping into her pale flesh.
Pant. Pant. The creature moved forward over her until she could glimpse a huge paw beside her shoulder. It was right on top of her! She felt the warmth of its breath closer and closer to her face, and a tear ran slowly down her cheek and onto the grass.
Suddenly, she felt a huge furry arm thrust underneath her waist roughly, and pull upwards. She gasped in terror... but no claws dug in. The creature effortlessly lifted her until she was on her hands and knees. What was it doing?
The next move was just as sudden; its claws ripped savagely through her skirts until they lay in tatters on the grass, leaving her with only white bloomers covering her bottom half.
Her cheeks flushed even more, this time in embarrassment. No one apart from her maid servant had seen her with so few clothes on, let alone in such an obscene position! She felt like nothing more than a wild animal herself.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of the creature's hot breath, this time against the thin fabric of her bloomers. What was he so interested in? With horror she realised his face was near that place... that place between her legs.
The creature used its claws to rip through the fabric of her bloomers and tear it apart until - oh dear god, she felt the night air on her bare flesh!
She kept her eyes tightly closed, but now she could not ignore the heat of the creature's breath between her legs. An eternity seemed to pass.
'It's looking right at me there, isn't it... its eyes are focussed right there.'
Even Rosalie herself had never acted on her curiosity to look down there. It was shameful, un-Christian, to think about such a place. Although, when she sometimes wondered about what her duties would be to her future husband, she had felt a strange feeling there; a rising heat, a wetness. She had tried to ignore the thoughts and busy herself with her household obligations.
But now, she was feeling it again. The sensation of heat from the creature's mouth was tantalising, even through her fear. She felt so exposed, so helpless against its desires. She feared what was coming next, but at the same time, she was so so curious.
Suddenly, she felt a moist sensation against her most sensitive flesh. The creature's tongue! It parted her outer folds and lapped at her, up and down in long strokes, the rough texture dragging again and again and... ohhhhh... it felt...incredible.
With every long, languorous lap, the delightful heat rose more and more in her belly. She realised in shock that juice was leaking out of her most private place, and as soon as it leaked, the creature licked it up like it was desperate to drink. He let out a deep growl which vibrated through her.
Her legs began to quiver, and a moan escaped from her lips. She felt her nipples harden against her tight bodice, and she pushed her hips back against the creature's tongue. How could she be enjoying this obscene act? Was she a wild animal, just like him?