Hunt Gone Wrong

After 10 months of villagers turning up dead with their throats ripped out; the morning after each full moon, flyers began appearing in nearby towns offering a reward for killing the beast. Times were tough and my family was preparing for winter. After the most recent thin harvest, the money would go a long way towards survival. As the best hunter out of the siblings, I packed my bag and headed out the next day.

It had been a few days of hiking before I had ended up in this small clearing. I sat along the edge, my back pressed against a tree, and watched the sky darken from its pale twilight to a deepening blue. I stared longingly at the dwindling amount of rations from my pack. With a sigh, I stowed what remained and wrapped my cloak around me tighter, shivering slightly with the cold. I didn't want to run out of food out here, hunting was not something I wanted to attempt at this time. The closer I got to the heart of the forest the less evidence there was of available game. Not unusual for a forest that has recently become home to a wolf.

The bright trills of songbirds faded, and the forest began to come alive with the first tentative chirps of crickets. Slinging my pack onto my back, I stood, checking that my crossbow was loaded and I had a few bolts in the quiver. I picked my way carefully through the underbrush edging the clearing and began making my way deeper into the forest. I suspected that the creature that I sought had a lair nearby, but I was no closer to finding it than when I had started two days ago. There had been no fresh signs that I could follow, but my window of opportunity was closing; I was only a day away before the height of the next full moon, and the next predicted attack.

I move slowly, scanning for any tracks or signs, keeping my footsteps light. The canopy above me got thicker, the forest darker with each passing moment. I heard the trickle of a small nearby stream and headed towards the sound. The water source should attract all sorts of animals, and I would hopefully spot some fresh tracks. It didn't take long to see the stream glittering silvery in the moonlight. In the mud of the bank were a smattering of tracks, but from nothing bigger than a squirrel. Sighing internally with disappointment, I found a nice flat stone jutting into the water. The water looked clean and relatively fast-moving. Kneeling on the stone, I dipped my hand into the water, which proved shockingly cold. I reminded myself that I am closer to the mountain range than I had been in a long time. I pulled the water skin from my bag and filled it. I took a long drink before refilling and tucking it back into my bag.

Just as I was about to rise, I realized that the only noise around me was that of the stream- the night birds and insects that had been calling had gone quiet. Something big must have entered the area. I clicked the safety off my crossbow and stood slowly, scanning around and listening for it. The snapping of a branch sends me spinning, looking for any movement, any sign of the cause of the noise. After a moment, the tentative calls of nightbirds reached me. I crouched, moving slowly in the direction of the rustling ahead.

There was a sliding crash of stones through the brush as I arrived at the edge of a ravine. The crashing continued deep into the ravine, and I was careful to keep my back foot planted and my hand braced on a tree, as I peered over the edge into the gloom. I strained my eyes in the deepening darkness trying to catch a hint of movement. A noise behind me caused me to spin and raise my crossbow on instinct, when my world went suddenly sideways.

The crossbow was ripped from my numb fingers before I ended up on the cold earth, a heavy weight on my back pinning me face-down. After a sharp tug my pack was ripped and tossed away. It crashed heavily down the side of the ravine. I tried to arch my back and get my hands underneath my shoulders to push myself up; I had barely risen up before being forced back down. I attempted to peer over my shoulder and identify the weight pinning me down, when very sharp teeth snapped at my face and a very large hand pushed my face down into the ground. A hand? No wolf had hands. This is way more than just a lone nomad wolf that needed picking off. I was going to die out here at the claws of a werewolf.

"Stay down," it growled at me in warning, the hand on my head pressing down. It felt like I had a knee on my lower back, pinning me. I could feel the hilt of my belt knife hooked at my side of my belt when I heard a deep rumbling growl and a rush of hot breath on the back of my neck. My blood ran cold and I froze, thinking it had noticed my movement, I was afraid it was going to snap my neck with its powerful jaws.

Figuring that this creature is probably going to kill me otherwise, I grabbed the handle of my knife and swung back behind me towards the breath, trying to roll the beast off of my back. My hand jarred as I felt the blade connect, and the air was filled with a loud pained yowl. I had just rolled over in an attempt to stand when I was knocked back to the ground, and my wrists pinned above my head. I stared up at the werewolf staring down at me, teeth bared in a snarl and blood dripping from a cut on his cheek. The cut on his cheek healed as I watched, the blood left behind the only indication that I hurt him at all- all I had managed to do was severely piss him off. He slammed my hands against the ground repeatedly until I lost my grip on the knife, which was tossed away into the underbrush.

Jaws snapped in my face, a rumbling angry growl coming from deep within the Wolf's throat. Hot breath blew down my neck as I felt the scrape of teeth around my throat. I close my eyes with a whimper, preparing for my end, but instead was startled by a snuffling, then the warm wetness of a tongue along my neck. With a gasp, my eyes snapped open to meet the intense amber gaze. I snarled up at him in turn.

"What are you waiting for, huh? Just kill me, don't drag it out! You caught me - you won, end it!" I had no plans for my death to be a long, dragged-out affair. If I had to go out via claws and teeth, let it be quick.

The deep growling turned into a chuffing noise. At first I thought it might have been a bark, but then realized it was laughing at me. "Such a fierce little rabbit."

I sputtered indignantly. But before I could formulate a reply it lowered its head, muzzle brushing where my ear met my jaw. He was inhaling at my skin, as if I was a loaf of bread fresh out of the oven. I shivered and shifted uncomfortably, and the beast groaned and growled.

"Just get it over with please! Kill me, eat me, do whatever, just don't drag it out." The huffing, I figured for laughter came again, the body on top of me shaking.

"So polite in begging for death," he rumbled, "I have no desire to kill you, little rabbit."

He licked up the sweaty nap of my neck and behind my ear. "However, eating you may not be off the table yet; you are a delicious little morsel." He gave that huffing laugh as I whimpered..

"Oh please keep making such delightful noise," he huffed, his tongue lazily moving along the shell of my ear. I shivered and whined again, feeling my stomach flip as his voice deepened. He groaned again, and I felt his hips grind down onto me.

In a panic, I began desperately trying to free my wrists from his grasp, kicking my feet trying to dislodge him. "If you don't plan on killing me, let go of me. I will leave your forest and leave you be."

I could feel him hardening as he ground his pelvis against my hips, the rumbling growl beginning again. "Oh no little rabbit, I caught you fair and square. You are mine. And the more you struggle the more I want you."

I Immediately stopped struggling, and he laughed. He began to grind himself purposefully against my pelvis, grinding his growing erection against my clothed entrance. I whimpered and shivered, feeling myself grow damp with the friction.

"It has been so long since I have had such a delightful little treat before me. I plan to make the most of this unexpected gift. Your smell is changing, darling, is it the feeling of my hardening cock against that sweet cunt that is getting you wet? Or is it the sense of danger that turns you on?"

I felt his heated tongue travel across my cheeks and down into the neckline of my shirt, as my pussy clenched at his filthy words. He growled in pleasure. "Your body betrays you little rabbit, give in to the desire."

I found my hips shifting against his, seeking more friction, soft little pants escaping my mouth. His tongue slipped lower into my shirt, swiping at the tops of my breasts. "That's it, little rabbit." His voice was practically purring out against my skin making me shiver and arch.

I felt his hands shift on my wrists, one long talon cutting down through the center of my shirt with one long smooth rip, parting the fabric and exposing my undervest and more skin to the cold air. He inhaled deeply at the uncovered flesh, murmuring something I couldn't make out. He raised his hand again and cut through the first 'X' of my vest lacing with a 'snap'. I felt the fabric loosen immediately. Three more went in quick succession; the last few he snapped whilst grinding even harder against my aching core. I gasped as I felt my vest loosen from around my body and the shock of cold air hit my skin.

"Perfect..." He breathed before peeling my vest away from my body. He bent and took a long lick from my navel to my collarbone. The contrast between his hot breath and tongue and the cold air made goosebumps break out across my skin. He watched out of the corner of one amber eye as he bent once again, this time to lick indulgently at my budded nipple. I closed my eyes letting out a low moan.

"Yes, that's it, my little rabbit. Let me hear you." He lapped hungrily at one nipple before moving to the other. His licking became more enthusiastic, it was then that I felt the sharp graze of one of his fangs and let out a harsh gasp, writhing underneath him. His eye sparked with interest as he purposefully scraped the points of his teeth over the underside of one breast, the sharp edge of danger bringing a fresh wave of arousal.

In response he inhaled deeply, growling his approval. My hips bucked against his hard erection, desperate to relieve the building ache. His mouth opened at me in a wolfish approximation of a grin, before nipping playfully at my nipple, forcing another moan from my lips.

"Such a needy little thing aren't you? Now that you're wet and aching the only thought in that pretty little head of yours is how to get that little cunt filled isn't it? Don't worry, little rabbit, I won't leave you wanting much longer." His clawed hand made its way to the waistband of my pants, where the pops of breaking laces was the only warning I had before the pants loosened and were tugged down. He pulled my pants down until they were gathered caught around my boots.

I was bared to him, and he sat back on his haunches to take me in. I could practically feel his amber eyes roving across my skin. I shivered, unsure if it was from the cool air on my now exposed skin or from the intensity of his gaze. He took in a deep breath, and released a groan.

"Your desire smells so sweet little rabbit, I bet it tastes even better." Before I could register his words, he moved down my body, grasping my thighs and pulling them apart with clawed hands, exposing me to his eager gaze.

"So wet for me already." His voice softened to a reverent whisper before his muzzle dipped into my aching core, licking the entire length of my slit. My hips bucked up into his muzzle, chasing the pleasure from his tongue. He chuckled, tightening his grip on my thighs, before returning to lick at me like I was the best thing he had ever tasted. His hands on my thighs became bruising, the tips of his claws digging in slightly as I bucked in pleasure. He pinned my hips to the ground, as he feasted at my arousal with grumbles of approval. I lost myself to his tongue, the pinching claws, the grazing of a sharp tooth. My orgasm built quickly as he fucked me with his long tongue. I felt myself clenching, breaths coming out in sharp gasps.

"Yes little rabbit, cum for me, cum on my tongue."

He fucked me harder with his tongue, his sharp teeth pressing up against my clit. It was enough to send me flying - my vision sparked around the edges as I screamed my pleasure to the sky. I lost long moments as he lapped up my release. His long tongue darted out to clean the release from the edges of his muzzle. His large hands grabbed me, and I was flipped, hands automatically coming out to brace myself. My whole body was unsteady like a newborn foal trying to stand. He chuckled to himself, as he braced his thighs on the outsides of mine, offering my shaking body support. I felt his breath ghost across the nape of my neck as nuzzled at my temple.

"You back with me little rabbit? Don't want you to miss out." I felt his hard length pressing up against my sensitive clit and I shuddered underneath him. He licked at the sweat that dewed my shoulder, his tongue rough on my over-sensitive flesh.

I rocked slightly against him, moving his hard length along my dripping, aching cunt. He groaned softly, tightening his legs around mine slightly, to still my rocking.

"Nod if you are ready for me." I nodded, arching my back pushing my aching core towards him.

"Good rabbit, so eager for me." He practically purred, before I felt the broad head of him pushing against my entrance. He began to enter me slowly, stretching me open. I whined - I couldn't say from pleasure or pain. He groaned.

"Good little rabbit, take it for me. So tight, so fucking tight." He was panting hard, and so was I. He stopped pushing, and I relaxed around him, allowing my body to adjust. His heat was like a furnace above and behind me.

"You ready to take the rest of me, little rabbit?" At that moment as I shifted under him, I realized that his hips did not rest against mine. I felt my brain stop, he wasn't fully seated inside me - I felt full to the point of bursting, and yet he wasn't truly fully inside me. I couldn't stop the soft whimper that escaped my throat. I felt my knees going soft and wobbly.

"Easy now, easy." he cooed at me, bracing my hip with one of his massive hands. "You are such a good little rabbit, you are so fucking tight and wet for me. Such an eager little thing, don't worry you will be able to take all of me." I felt him pull back slightly, before thrusting gently forward in slow shallow strokes that began stoking my internal flames. His hand that had been on my hip moved to the apex of my thighs, where he began to stroke lazy circles against my clit. I began rocking into him, unable to control the little desperate movements of my hips, chasing my orgasm at the tips of his claws.

"That's it, little rabbit. Just like that. Take the rest." His thrusts became longer, as he pulled further out before sliding back in. I cried out for more, the feeling of fullness increasing. With one final thrust, he seated himself fully, his hips pressed flush against mine. He let out a groan as he panted against my nape, pausing his lazy circles on my clit.

"Such a good girl." He nuzzled into me waiting for me to adjust. I began to get used to the fullness of him, shifting away from overwhelming and painful, to something more manageable. He began to draw himself out of me, pulling a high whine from my throat. His thrust forward had me clawing forward, crying out from under him. His claws tightened on my hips as he pulled me back into him. "Don't run away, little rabbit."

"Too.. Much..." I panted out in time with his thrusts, clawing at the ground, feeling my body shaking, my pleasure spiraling ever tighter. I felt myself tightening around him, feeling like my entire body was coiling in on itself.

"You're saying one thing, but your body is saying something else, little rabbit. Your body is clenching, holding onto me... Drawing me in..." He punctuated with harder thrusts, smacking his hips into mine. I felt my body begin to contract, my pussy pulsing with the frantic flutter of my heart, vision going fuzzy at the edges. I was barely able to gather myself before the tingling beginnings of an even harder orgasm began. I heard a keening cry, wondering vaguely where it was coming from, before realizing it came from my own throat.

He panted raggedly in my ear, the warm breath washing across the back of my neck. A tidal wave of sensation swept over me and I screamed. My body went rigid underneath him, and barely glimpsed one clawed hand digging into the dirt, his other hand clutching me against him, before my orgasm swept everything away. When I came back to myself, he was almost whining, grunting in the back of his throat with every frantic thrust. I felt him stiffen, pausing for a moment, before I felt him swell and then kick inside me, warmth coating me internally. He howled in release, and I howled too, feeling pressure like I never felt before. It felt like his cock was still swelling with every pulse of his release.

I had gone boneless in his grasp; he was holding me up, holding me to his body. He fell to the side, wrapping me in his arms, and taking me with him. I lay there, dazed and full against him. I expected him to slide out of me now that his release had finally stopped, but he just lay wrapped around me and panting. I shuddered in his grasp, aftershocks racing up and down my spine. I felt myself flutter around him and he groaned.

"Stop that or it's never going to deflate." His voice was deeper, almost sluggish. I tried to turn my head to look at him, but couldn't get my body to cooperate.

"What?" I finally managed after a few attempts, my throat raw. Another shudder wracked my body, followed swiftly by another groan from him.

"My knot - if you keep squeezing on it like that, it's going to stay inflated. And as much as I enjoy being buried in your sweet little cunt, I want to den up soon and get you settled. Getting you to my den will be much more difficult with you wrapped around my cock like this, little mate," he murmured simply while nuzzling into my hair and nape

"Knot? Den? Mate?" Echoing his words was all I could string together, my brain still scattered about like constellations. He gave one of his chuffing laughs, shifting within me as he did so, eliciting moans from both of us as I convulsed around him.

"I will explain later when your brain is working again," he purred into my ear, wrapping around me snuggling me closer. His heat sank deep into my body.

"I didn't know wolves purred." I slurred out. His chuffing laugh was the last thing I heard before I passed out in his arms.