Eliza walked through the forest, clutching a map in her hands. She stepped off the trail nearly an hour before to relieve herself, and once she was done it was as if the trail disappeared completely. The sun was starting to set, welcoming the moon into the night sky. Even though she knew she needed to stay calm, she didn't have the necessary supplies to make camp for the night.
She pulled her phone from the cargo pants she wore and sighed. No signal. Eliza scanned the map once more, but without any trail markers or signs nearby she was hopeless. She was too deep in the woods, and the only thing she could do was pray.
Eliza stopped and rested against a thick tree, sturdy in its age. If she absolutely had to, it wouldn't make the worst shelter. Beyond the tree there was a lush clearing, and a stream flowed nearby. She could make something out of it, at the very least. Perhaps turn it into a nice night to herself, work on her mindfulness, and work on finding people in the morning.
Her train of thought came to a screeching halt when a branch snapped to her left. Eliza glanced around, her arms falling to her sides.
"Hello," she called out. "Is anyone out there?" It could have been some sort of animal, or a serial killer, but she couldn't help but feel a flash of excitement at the thought of finding another hiker.
Whatever it was stopped at the sound of her voice, and she waited. The sounds of the forest filled the space around her, the stream, the wind in the trees, the bugs. A minute passed and another branch broke, accompanied by shuffling in the bushes around her. She held her breath, and watched as a wolf prowled into the clearing.
Eliza froze, and the animal stared at her. Both of them were waiting for the other to make a move, but Eliza was running through all of the different information she knew about facing wild animals. She remembered what to do with bears, but any information on wolves escaped her.
The wolf took another step and started to sniff the air. It continued in her direction, and Eliza took a step back. The firm wood of the tree blocked her path, and she looked around for a path of escape. If she ran, surely she wouldn't stand a chance against the animal.
It continued in her direction, and as it got closer it stood on its hind legs. The creature grew into a wolfman, its front legs morphing into arms and the canine torso into a human-like chest. She couldn't help but watch, overcome with fear and awe. Eliza looked up at the sky and the moon was already high in the sky above them. And it was full.
Oh no...
Eliza thought to herself. She didn't exactly believe in werewolves, but she'd heard stories about the forest and the image in front of her didn't exactly dismiss her suspicions. When she looked back at the wolf, it had closed the distance in front of her. It was watching, its strong chest rising and falling with each breath.
She looked up at it, and its eyes were raking over every part of her body. There was a human quality about its gaze, adding to her list of evidence for the existence of werewolves.
You're not supposed to be here.
The voice echoed in her mind, and the low guttural sound told her it belonged to him.
Her mouth fell open. What was she supposed to say? "I got lost," she told him.
His head stooped down to hers and she could feel him sniff her.
Do you need help?
Eliza wasn't exactly in a position to say no, but she'd never received directions from a werewolf. Her shoulders fell in defeat. "Yes, I guess I do."
I'd like to ask you for something in return,
he said, his nose poking her neck as he took in her scent.
She didn't know how to describe it, but there was a magnetic quality about him. With every word he spoke, her body yearned for him to come closer. She felt herself growing wet, and as the wolf's eyes flitted to her legs she gathered he'd noticed. Before she could say anything in response, he pushed her head to the side with his and licked her from her collarbone to her jaw.
Almost immediately she felt a heat growing in her pussy, and her clit started to pulse. He looked at her and lapped at her neck again, his fangs scraped against her delicate skin. If he wanted to, he could tear her apart and no one would know. Eliza was so focused on her neck she didn't realize he'd pushed her shirt up until she felt her nipples trapped between two claws. His hand gulfed her small breasts, and in that moment she realized he could devour her entirely if he so desired.
With a swift flick of his hand, he tore her shirt to shreds and it fell from her body. Eliza let out a soft gasp, if he could do that to a shirt so effortlessly, what could he do to her? He placed his hands on her hips and tore them from her body, her panties going with them.
As his snout traveled down her torso, she finally realized how horny she was. Eliza looked down and finally realized how turned on he was too. His angry red cock had slipped free, shiny with pre-cum. She didn't have much time to process as his snout grazed her clit, and inhaled her scent. Less than a moment later his tongue lapped at her folds, licking up her juices and pressing deep inside.
She found herself bracing her body against the strong tree behind her, and every crevice he found with his tongue left her knees weaker and weaker. Although pleasurable, Eliza had to admit it was an odd sensation. She'd only ever given oral, and had never been on the receiving end. With the care he put into pressing his nose against her clit, stimulating it while pushing his tongue deeper and deeper, it was as if he knew she deserved such an experience.
He pulled his tongue out for just a moment and licked from the base of her pussy to the clit, where he began an onslaught of the most sensitive part of her body. It was as if he would die if he didn't give it enough attention, and as he started to suck on it she heard a moan escape her.
Eliza reached out and gripped his head with one hand as he sucked harder, his teeth just slightly grazing the spot. As she bucked her hips he plunged his tongue inside once more, the strong muscle stimulating every inch of her insides. The assault on her womanhood quickly left all worries about getting back to the trail, back to civilization, behind. All she could focus on was the growing heat inside and the frenzied pleasure.
Eliza opened her eyes and dared to look at his cock. She could just barely see it from her angle, but it had already grown larger from the last time she saw it only minutes before. As his tongue approached the barrier within her, she grew nervous at the thought of what would happen next. Each poke and prod inside left her aching for more, and his ferocity told her he wanted it too. Her mind threatened to throw her back into reality, to deny the pleasure this beast was giving her. But the lustful side of her didn't care, especially when her body seemed to want to submit to every desire.
She forced these thoughts away and allowed herself to enjoy it. And thank god she did, because in that moment he switched from simply lapping at her juices to stimulating the most sensitive spot within her pussy. Each time he went in, his nose grazed her clit, and she felt something rising inside ready to burst.
"Oh my god," she moaned, digging her fingers deeper into his fur. Eliza's body couldn't take it any longer and she buckled, her legs convulsed and she let out a sharp cry. As her orgasm overcame her, he didn't stop and relentlessly lapped up the juices her body released.
Eliza's orgasm racked her body, and as the pleasure traveled through her body like a flame, a switch seemed to flip in her brain. The magnetic quality she felt earlier only strengthened, and she felt a nearly primal desire to throw herself at him. When he finally removed his tongue and stood, she let out a whine that didn't quite sound like herself.
Without even thinking, she got down on her knees in front of him. He tilted his head in curiosity as he watched her. Eliza stared at his cock and with each throb it seemed to stare back at her. As she reached out and wrapped her small human hands around the shaft, it jumped at the attention.
She gathered the beads of pre-cum from the tip and ran her hand up and down the length of it slowly, planning her method of attack. Eliza held it up and licked from the base of the shaft to the pointed tip. The groan he let out nearly sounded like that of a human man, and it reassured her that the tricks she'd learned would still be applicable.
Before giving his cock more attention, Eliza cupped his balls and opened her mouth. She lapped at them with her tongue, massaging them and sucking them into her mouth. He placed his clawed hand atop her head, and if she wasn't so horny she'd worry about a poorly timed haircut. But as she worked her way up from the balls to the tip, running her tongue along his fleshy cock, he almost seemed to make a conscious effort not to harm her.
Once satisfied with the lubrication, she opened her mouth and wrapped it around the pointed tip. It was hardly any different than any other blowjob, but the beast jerked forward and pushed more of his cock in her mouth than she was ready for. Eliza yanked her head back and looked up at him. She wanted to be angry, but the part of her brain that handled anger and the usual denial of sexual acts wasn't responsive. He simply stared back at her in silence, waiting for her to continue.
She gripped his cock and took the tip in her mouth once more. Eliza's tongue teased the underside while sucking his cock deeper into her mouth, at her own pace. His size limited her abilities, and she used her hands to massage his shaft.
Once Eliza had taken in as much as she could she started to suck harder, closing her lips around his shaft to create a sort of vacuum. He tightened his grip on her hair and she bobbed her head, running her lips from middle of the shaft to the tip. Her hands moved faster up and down his shaft, and within a minute his cock was a shining mess of saliva.
