Kara just wanted a walk in the woods near a cabin she was staying in alone. That's all. She hadn't even taken any supplies or hiking equipment or food for a picnic. Nothing but the clothes on her back. She went after sunset- it had been too hot during the day. It's still cool tonight, so she'd put on a skirt and short-sleeved shirt.
Kara pauses in a clearing, looking up at the stars. "Wow," she says to herself. She's a city girl- the closest she's come to seeing this many stars was at a museum when she was a kid, when they did the whole space thing. But that's nothing compared to the real thing. She's thrown to the ground, something snarling at her back.
She screams, and the force pushes her into the ground, growling into her ear. Some instinct buried in her brain tells her to shut her mouth. So she does. She turns her face to the side and tries to see whatever has her pinned. It's a giant...werewolf? Like in the movies. The thing sniffs over her, still making a growling noise deep in its throat. But not threatening now, more just like it's a sound it makes normally. Kara watches as it keeps one clawed...paw? Hand? between her shoulderblades and moves its head down, sniffing as it goes. Kara can smell the thing, heavy and musky in her nose. It smells like a big dog. And then she feels a cold nose between her legs. She kicks out reflexively and the creature snarls, pinning her knees apart with its own. And oh. She really should stop calling it 'it.' She can see a red-tipped cock poking out of a sheath, just like a dog. The werewolf growls quietly again and lowers his head, taking a deep sniff between her thighs. She stays still, humiliated and scared. The werewolf opens his mouth, and there are a lot of teeth. Like, a lot a lot. But he doesn't use them. Instead, he uses a thick tongue and starts licking up the backs of her thighs.
She squirms but she can't get far. And the werewolf doesn't seem to mind this movement, if the lack of snarling is anything to go by. But despite her horror, Kara starts to get wet. Maybe it's some Pavlovian response to having a tongue- any tongue- close to her pussy, but it's happening. The werewolf groans and licks closer and closer to her center. His nose pushes up her skirt and Kara gasps as the tongue slides up her cunt. She's wearing satin panties and shaved smooth, so it glides. The werewolf seems to like it because he snuffles excitedly and licks again. She moans. The werewolf makes another excited noise and uses his free hand to tip her hips up and back. He keeps licking over her panties, getting her slobbery. She moans quietly, rocking against the pressure.
"H-hold on, let me," she says, reaching down. The werewolf snarls. "Hold on. I'm not stopping you," she says, and the snarls quiet. "I'm just going to take them off." But the second her hands move again, he pushes her down further, trapping her arms under her. And he does use his teeth, to rip off her panties and spit them out. She whines and he looks at her. He pauses and then whines back, as if attempting to communicate. She wiggles her hips at him, reminding him, and he seems to get the picture.
He goes back to his task, licking over her again. But instead of the slide of satin, his tongue finds flesh. He seems to like it just as much as Kara, because he barks and doubles his efforts. She moans and rocks against his tongue, fingers itching to plunge inside herself and help him make her come. But her hands are still trapped, pressed against her belly. His tongue slips inside her folds, and he barks again. He must reposition his head, because the next lick is less of a lick and more of a slick entrance. She sobs and rocks against him. He groans and does it again, his thick long tongue reaching up inside her and lapping her inner channel. It's so big that it touches all of her at once, and she wishes desperately that the werewolf understood what a fucking clitoris is. He pulls his tongue out and licks with the broad flat again, and she sobs again.
"Come on, back to before," she cries, hoping he can understand her. But he doesn't- instead he just licks her, long and hard, all along her lips. She's getting soaked beyond belief, from both herself and the werewolf's saliva, but she could not care less. She just wants to come. The werewolf shoves his tongue in again, and this time his muzzle bumps against her clit and she screams, coming in a rush. The werewolf barks and licks it all up. She moans, rocking on him. "Again, again," she demands. But the werewolf pulls back, his tongue leaving her. He's still holding her down (with one paw, she might add), so she hopes that means he's just getting started. Fuck, his tongue was good. The weight lessens, and she takes the opportunity to get her arms free. Just enough to prop herself up on them, looking back at him. The werewolf looks...hungry, is the only way to describe it.
"That all you got," she taunts. The creature growls and puts his weight on her. His fur is coarse and scratchy, all along her back. Both paws trap her wrists and the werewolf starts panting into her hair, licking all over it. "Gah! I liked your tongue inside me better." The werewolf sticks his tongue into her ear and she turns away from it. The werewolf uses his right paw to move her right wrist over, and then he traps it under his other paw. He uses his now-free paw to rip off her shirt, bra coming with it, and throws it aside. He rumbles happily. He licks down her back and over her ass before he returns his tongue to her heated core. "Fuck!" She's grateful she's never been one to become sensitive after an orgasm- she's always been ready for another one, if her boyfriend was ever skilled enough to give her one. And God, this is the best fucking 'boyfriend' she's ever had.
The werewolf shoves his tongue in, and he must get distracted because his paw goes slack. He moves his head to adjust, and Kara flips onto her back. The werewolf actually backs up, startled. But she just splays her legs and moves her hand down her body. The werewolf's eyes follow it. She slips her fingers inside herself. "Come back. I'm not gonna hurt you."
