Me and my girlfriend co-wrote this. I wrote the base, she polished and added where needed.
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The moon was barely breaking through the horizon rising slowly over the tree line and illuminating the stone table slowly; Candles were scattered in a circle burning low, barely illuminating the women tied eagle spread to the rock. The ropes binding her were silk, but held tight against her flesh as if made of iron when she strained against them eyes blown wide in fear. Giving up she looked around, trying to see beyond the ring of lights.
She couldn't remember how she got here, but she remembered what had happened. She'd been at the farmer's market, buying some groceries, when she'd been offered a free glass of juice. That was nothing new though, there was always some vendor trying to push his latest product so she took it and tried it not noticing anything different about it. She had left the market after and had finished loading her groceries into the vehicle when her vision had started to get fuzzy. Chalking it up to exhaustion at a long day she had climbed into her car and knew no more. Based on her estimation that had to of been at least six? seven hours ago? and that scared her.
Her thoughts were cut off as a howl suddenly came from the darkness surrounding her. She stiffened and froze as something approached and entered the shadowy circle of light given off by the candles. Yellow eyes were what she noticed first, large and luminous and then? the sheer massive size. The figure towered over her, about 7 feet tall by her estimation; It's legs and arms were slender and lanky, made for running on all fours, it's body slim but strong, full of lean muscle. It's face made her gasp in shocked fear, it was not something that she could have pictured existing outside of her worst nightmares. This wasn't a man's face, oh no, this face was more akin to a wolf, and it's muzzle was long and pulled back into a drooling toothy snarl.
It looked down on her, a girl of barely 19, running it's eyes from the tips of her toes and up her long legs to the tangled mess of strawberry blonde hair splayed out around her. She let out a soft whine as a gentle gust of wind blew through, making the flames flicker. The feel of that breeze across her dusky pink nipples caused them to harden and perk up. It was then that it hit her, she was splayed out, stark naked before this predator of the woods at his total mercy. For there was no doubt in her mind that the beast, the werewolf, was male.
Her fear tightened its hold on her, she couldn't help but to wonder if this was the last night she'd be alive. Suddenly, the werewolf stopped its approach and sniffed slowly, tilting it's head this way and that, as if it had found a new smell on the wind, something that it hadn't expected. He looked down at her, and slowly something started to rise from the sheath that concealed his sex. His cock was thick, thicker than any man's and stood red and proud against the black fur, she couldn't look away. He came closer and she struggled and strained against the rope, trying to cover her womanhood by closing her legs.
He growled at her, and she stopped. The beast raised one of it's paws, no, hands, no...it was a mix between both, neither man nor beast all long thin digits covered in fur and tipped by needle sharp claws. She let out a squeak as it reached for her chest, and groped one of her round DD sized breasts. The groping started out gently as if testing the firmness of her flesh before becoming more harsh, claw tips teasing her breast and raking over her hard nipples, eliciting a strangled sound from her full red lips despite her apprehension and fear. She stared up at him, watching as he grinned, groping her again and again, until his ministrations drew out another throaty moan.
