[Warning: Contains Scenes of Mind Break, Non-Consent, and Werewolf Sex]
Quinn reached the top of the hill and gulped down the late-night air. She looked out over the valley, able to see it pretty well in the full moon's light. Two years ago, she had started a tradition of hiking up to this area once a year, to reflect on everything she had to be thankful for. No flashlights, just her and her thoughts. Quinn didn't have any reason to be afraid of any animals in the dark out here. The woods she was in didn't have anything bigger than a black bear, and those things were cowards anyway. In the worst case, she had a small pistol at her side.
It was time to head back. She turned around and headed back down the trail. It had been a long year. Quinn was 26, just a few months away from graduating with a master's in engineering. It had put a strain on her relationship with her boyfriend, but they had gotten through it.
A rustling noise caused Quinn to jump. She laughed at herself before shouting and clapping her hands. That would scare off anything hiding in there.
Quinn had only taken a few steps forward when a huge, dark mass lumbered onto the trail. It stood on two legs, hunched slightly forward, and towered at least two feet above her. Its yellow eyes glowed in the night.
Quinn took a step back, her heart pounding. She had never seen anything like this in her life. It had a wolf's snout and face. It was covered in a thick fur, but Quinn couldn't tell what color it was in the darkness. Its smile revealed rows of sharp teeth. Had this thing been living out here while she had been hiking in the dark the past two years? The beast put a clawed hand up, "Don't worry...I am a friend."
Quinn took another step back. "I...I'm sure you are..." She slowly reached for her gun. This thing, whatever it was, was not looking at her as a friend. His eyes (a quick glance down confirmed it was a he) showed a desire for prey, not a friend. Those eyes were quite pretty, however.
The beast hummed softly. "So distrustful. Are these the eyes of a killer?"
The yellow of his eyes seemed to be shifting. Gold to white to yellow again. Quinn was so fascinated by the shifting colors that she didn't even notice the beast getting closer.
"So? Are they the eyes of a killer?" The beast continued to hum. It was an even rhythm, low yet with a light melody that pulled Quinn in.
Quinn continued to look into his eyes. They seemed so...pleasant. Calm. "N-No..." she whispered.
The beast was right in front of her. Quinn felt a need to run, but a smell hit her nose. It was...intoxicating! It was like freshly cut wood and grass, sweaty and gritty all at the same time. It made her knees weak. It made her...
The beast's hand pressed against Quinn's crotch, and her body sang in pleasure. Her body swayed, and the beast caught her in his arms. He growled and tore her jeans away like paper. The cold air caused goosebumps to pop up all across her thighs. What the hell was going on? She should have been terrified, but instead she felt safe and warm in the beast's grip.
The beast chuckled, "No resistance...Turn around and bend over for me."
Quinn's body obeyed. She dropped to her hands and knees and turned around quickly. Her ass wiggled in the air like a whore's. Her body trembled in excitement. Why? Why was she reduced to this-
The beast dug into his meal. His cock thrusted inside of her, and she groaned. Not a scream, not a yell, a deep guttural mindless moan. The pleasure was instant, and she forgot to resist. The beast's hands groped her breasts as he pulled her closer to him. She could feel his stomach against her back through her sweater, hot and sweaty and smelling delicious. Her hands grabbed at his neck, wrapping her arms around him like a years-long lover.
His cock stretched Quinns pussy to its limits, but there wasn't any pain. It felt like she was whole for the first time, the heat and the pulsing cock pumping pleasure throughout her soul. She drooled into the dirt, panting and groaning with every thrust. She could hear the clap as his hips met her ass. That was her. Her body was being violated. No, dominated. And she was loving it. Her moans echoed back at her off the hills.
The beast's panting got quicker, and his claws dug into her breasts. It hurt in the best kind of way. Just as his cock grew expanded, and exploded hot cum into her, his teeth sunk into her left arm. She didn't notice the pain, the cum in her womb had become her entire world. It pumped into Quinn, wave after wave, and she squealed again as her pussy clenched, and she orgasmed. She quivered in his grip, hips grinding for more, her juices mixing with his cum.
Quinn passed out, still impaled on his wonderful cock.
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Quinn sat up in her bed, drenched in sweat and completely naked. She looked around quickly. What the hell? When had she gotten back from her hike? Had that all been a runner's high-induced dream? It had felt so real, so animalistic, so....
Amazing.
Quinn shook her head. She needed to get ready for the day. She walked to the shower and noticed her left arm. There was a scar. It looked like she had been bitten by some sort of dog. Her breath quickened. It had been real. She'd been fucked in the dirt like a bitch in heat. And she'd loved it. Every second of it. Goddamnit, she needed a shower. She felt too hot and sweaty to be dealing with this. One place in particular was getting hotter. That wasn't sweat in between her thighs.
Quinn jumped in the shower and turned on the water. She started washing her hair and realized her hips were swaying back and forth the entire time. Her thighs kept rubbing together. She tried to focus on her hair, but one hand kept drifting towards her clit. Images of the beast above her, behind her, below her, *inside* of her-
Quinn's hands started mauling her body. Her fingers pumped in and out of her while her left hand pulled hard on her nipple. It wasn't enough it wasn't enough! Quinn jumped out of the shower, soaking wet in a couple of ways, and made a run for her dildo collection. She had a few, and she needed all of them. Two five inches long, one eight inches, and a final 13 inches one which was supposed to have been a joke gift.
She grabbed the biggest dildo and hovered above it. It disappeared into her pussy. For a moment, finally filled, she thought it worked. But the need returned with a vengeance. She moved her hips up and down as fast as she good, growling as she searched for the climax she so desperately wanted.
