*AUTHORS NOTE: These characters are from a non-erotic novel I am currently working on. The book itself is aimed at young-adults, but I wanted to have a little fun. These two characters, and a few minor details, are the only things that are the same as the book. So if you happen to stumble upon my book later on, the two stories will not fit together.*
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Saphorus was sitting on the hill she frequently came to, to get away from her home. She was watching the herd of deer, which came to the field below, each night. She watched the fawns playing with each other, chasing and mock fighting, in the silver moonlight below, wishing she could play along, wishing she wasn't feared by every living thing.
Living off other creatures' blood was no easy thing, she had wished many times she were human. Living off the land, and not having to take a life every time she was hungry. But it was something to be dealt with, not changed. Also, the fact that her parents were killed days after her birth, leaving her with no family, made things even tougher on her. She didn't know the reason for their deaths, and no one back home would tell, or even liked her enough to care.
Her self pity was interrupted when she heard a twig snap behind her in the edge of the forest. Now listening more closely she could hear the panting of a wolf. Saphorus stood and spun to see a huge black wolf standing at the edge of the forest. The wolf took a step forward and she stood her ground.
"Saphorus, it's been too long."
The sound of a human's voice coming from his dark muzzle caused her to jump. The massive wolf paced closer, and she tensed her body, ready to bolt if needed.
Another foreign sound passed through his bright white fangs: he chuckled and asked, "Don't you remember me? I sure remember you, I've been following you since the day you freed me."
Saphorus' mind jumped back to the day when she had been snooping through The Mannor; into wings she was not allowed. When she heard a soft whine coming from behind a door she was never to open. She had gone through anyways, to find a wolf, this wolf, chained to the floor. With bright silver shackles around his feet and a matching muzzle strapped to his face. His ears perked up when he saw her, a more persistent whine escaping him.
Saphorus had wondered why her King would have tied up a wolf, when they themselves were one of the most powerful creatures alive. She had carefully walked toward him, and the wolf had nuzzled against her hand when she held it out. Saphorus took no time to think it over before she had undone his bindings and lead him to the nearest exit from The Mannor.
Now, looking at this monstrous beast in front of her, she wished she'd thought about it a bit more.
"What do you want from me? I released you from your prison, why have you been following me?" Saphorus asked.
"I want to repay you. . .." his voice now holding a growl. He took a side-ways step so she now saw more of him. She drew in a shaky breath as he stepped out of the shadows.
His hard thick cock hung down from his groin, still bobbing up-and-down from the steps he had took. Saphorus now took a step back, it was apparent what his intentions were. The wolf walked closer, the moon now bouncing off his yellow eyes, running his thick tongue across his jowls.
Saphorus couldn't decide if she should run or not. It was obvious this was no ordinary wolf; he was speaking to her after all, and he was at least twice the size of the other wolves in the forest. Would he be as strong as her? As fast?
As if reading her mind he said, "Don't try to run from me. I'll catch you. It will be easiest if you cooperate with me." He was now much closer, she could see his sides panting, and the head of his cock glistening in the moonlight. She took another quick step back, tripped, and landed hard on her ass. The wolf took a bounding leap and pinned her down with his front paws on her shoulders.
She turned her face away from his hot breath, squeezing her eyes shut. "Please, get off me. I don't want to hurt you."
"Hurt me? You couldn't if you wanted!" He laughed.
The wolf's voice suddenly sounded clearer, more enunciated. Saphorus jerked her head around to see a huge man with thick, black hair, straddling her, his now human cock pressed against her belly.
'Oh, god. You're one of them, aren't you?" She asked breathless, terrified.
"No, not one of them, the one. Direct descendant of Fenris himself, pure of blood. As you can see my size has not been compromised by breeding with lesser wolves." He bragged, now on his hands and knees above her.
Saphorus swallowed hard, and quickly drew up her legs, preparing to shove her way out from under him. But before she could make another move his hand was at her throat. He leaned in, breathing hot words across her ear.
"I can crush your throat, sure you'll heal it, but it will hurt like hell. Lay your ass down, and let me enjoy you." The last few words were a growling demand.
She shook her head in spite of his grip on her throat, and her voice came out in a croak, "Please, don't do this! You'll hurt me, you don't have to repay me."
"I'm not repaying you, I'm doing this for me. Ever since you came in that room, since I got the first whiff of your pussy, I've barely been able to contain myself. When you squatted down to undo my muzzle, my snout was inches away from it. I almost came on my belly, that bastard had me locked up for years, do you know how much I want you?"
His breath was now a hurried pant, almost frantic. She could feel a hot, wet spot on her top that was soaked through with his precum. Saphorus looked into his still-yellow eyes, still shaking her head, when the grip on her throat tightened.
"Please don't make me fuck you while you're throat is crushed. I want to hear you moan, but I'll do it either way."
He reached below himself, and ripped off her clothes, shredding them like thin papers. Then he changed his position over her, with his head now over her sex. He rested on his elbows, and lowered himself down, dipping his tongue into her slit.
Saphorus jerked under him when his wide tongue lapped at her thick lips, spreading her and probing her depths. She wiggled loose her arm from between her side and his leg, and raised it above her head. It occurred to her that he just wanted to get off, maybe she could hurry him along, and he wouldn't even have a chance to fuck her.
