Moonlit Chase

You never would have agreed to this shit if you hadn't talked Ali and Jack into it! Who the hell traipses around in the middle of the night through the woods for a supposed "haunted house"? Now you're lost because somehow you got separated, it's dark, there's a slight chill, and now you don't know which direction to go. Thank goodness it's a full moon and you can navigate fairly through the overgrowth. You spin in a circle, your breath creating faint traces of clouds as it meets the night air, as you try to discern the correct direction to travel in. Beams of moonlight break through the treetops creating shafts of twinkling pale light as motes of microscopic forest debris, and bugs dance through them.

The distinctive pop of a stick breaking underfoot punctuates the unnerving quiet. Your breath catches; you hold it, straining to hear something more, something else. "Ali?" you question the inky void the sound came from. "Stop fucking around, it's not funny!" You call out hoping for a reply as the hair on the back of your neck begins to stand on end. The pressure starts to build up as your heart beats faster. The urge to run rising with rapidity. Eye still squinting, you freeze as you realize that dark patch just isn't darkness, it's something alive, something dark, something big. Suddenly two almost glowing yellow eyes open, finally giving context to the hidden form. With a dread rising up in you, you bolt in the opposite direction; a snarl that grates your bones as you hear the heavy footfalls as the creature gives chase.

Sharp tips of tree branches, the barks, thorny vines, all leaving their marks on your flesh as you desperately flee. The small cuts, scrapes, and pokes unnoticed with the adrenaline pumping through you. You can hear it panting, harsh breaths as powerful footfalls shake the ground. There is a clearing up ahead with something in the middle of it. The rectangular object radiating in moonlight. Without warning the ground in front of you grows dark. The pungent smell of the large animal filling the air, almost like the smell of horses, as it bowls you over from behind. You throw your arms out but it's too late. You hit the ground hard, your head bouncing, air forced from your lungs. You try to scream but there's nothing as you feel a hairy hand grab your ankles, sharp nails digging in your flesh as you're pulled towards it.

Your throat burns as you inhale. Still dizzy and confused from the fall you don't realize it's furry, powerful arm lifting you up by both ankles in one hand. Another fur covered arm sliding under your back as the hairy beast pulls you to its chest. Your confusion continues as this was an unexpected action. You brace one hand against it, you feel the rock hard abs under its short coat. You choke down your fear to look it in the face as it begins carrying you. You stare at the back of your hand to help. Sliding it through the hairy abdomen, up to its chest, you feel the powerful and prominent pectoral muscles. The power of this creature is so overwhelming, you realize you are helpless. With this, you look up at your captor.

The big, muscular, human like, furry frame top with what is obviously a canine head. "It's a fucking werewolf!" You exclaim to your own thoughts as they race tracks through your brain. It has a long black snout ground with a deep pink nose. Yellow eyes glancing at you then back up to the path it's walking. Slowing down, you forget about everything as you turn to see an alabaster altar bath in moonlight below you. To help cope with the reality you name the werewolf in your mind, "I'll call you Dominic." you think as it places you on the altar. You try to sit up but Dominic pushes you back down. You try to sit up again. This time a big hand slams into your chest knocking you flat and remains there, pinning you with ease.

Dominic leaning in, his nose so close you swear you could feel its wetness on your neck. His heavy panting all you can hear as it sniffs you. For a brief second, a warm tongue licks your neck, long, flat, slippery. It flicks under your chin briefly caching your lips before smelling the rest of you. Sniffing its way down your body until he buries his nose between your legs. It tingles a little as he pushes in sniffing. You temporarily forget everything pushing his head away. You recoil, your hand flying up to your chest as you rub it. It was so fast that you couldn't pull back fast enough from getting your hand nipped. It feels like it should have holes and bleeding, but it just hurts. As you were about the sting, you noticed teeth marks on your hand.

Grabbing your waist band, Dominic effortlessly shreds your clothes off your body. Instinctively you struggle but only again to realize how truly helpless you are. You prop up on your elbows watching Dominic over your heaving breast. The paleness of your skin illuminates the veins in them as they rise and fall. Moonlight accentuating, the pinks and light reds of the areolae and nipples. Sharp nails leave streaks behind as they scratch their way up both legs every so often a little drop of blood forming from small cuts along the way. You strain immediately to snap your legs shut whe Dominic forces them open but he's unmoving. You feel the hair of his body, smooth, tickling the inside of your thighs.

One hand runs all the way up. Without warning he grabs you by the neck and forces your head down to the Altar. You have no choice but to roll with the painful hold. Your face now smooshed sideways against the altar, your ass up in the night air, the moonlit forest sprawled out before your eye, and Dominic's furry body all melted away as his longer, bigger canine tongue laps at you from behind. The tongue rapidly and wildly lapping, twisting, gliding from one hole to the next. First, it was shocking, now you feel slightly embarrassed that you're aroused. Knowing there's no way to fight you begin to talk yourself into relaxing. It's an easy task with the way that big powerful tongue doesn't miss a beat or an inch. Gliding from your now tantalized lips to your tease, puckering hole. Every few licks manage somehow to force a way inside your holes.

Your thighs squeeze against his head, the fur adding to the sensations as it rubs against your skin. You go run your fingers through the fur on his head. Dominic growls at you and you hesitate before continuing to slowly touch his head. Goosebumps ripple across your flesh at the sound. Your hand now intertwined in his mane, you buck your hips as you hold on. His tongue pushes you further, you feel a heat rising then spread through you almost electrically as you orgasm. Dominic aggressively lapping up each flowing drop that runs out of you.

You feel Dominic's massive, muscular frame shift over you. His massive hands pinning your shoulders down, you feel his larger, canine cock thrusting back and forth. You strain to reach between your legs. You push from underneath barely getting a good hold but it's enough to guide him in. There on top of the altar in the middle of the forest, in the light of the moon, Dominic breeds you. His power thrust driving deep and hard, his sharp nails digging in as he leans down biting into your shoulder. Your eyes roll back into your head as his grip changes to a squeezing grip of both breasts. They begin to ache and throb as they change color. Dominic in a lustful rage as he pounds your pussy. You feel his knot swell inside you, filling you up and locking his cock in you. Suddenly he lets out a deep howl, it makes your hair stand on end as it pierces your ears. Your eyes roll back into your head as warm, cum floods into you. With nowhere to go it's the most full you've ever felt inside. Your hand darts between your legs teasing your clit. Suddenly there's a release. As his canine penis pulls out the pressure forces your backup juices and some of his cum out it squirts. You cry out almost in an orgasmic howl yourself as you cum again to the beast having his way with you.

You realize you've been laying in a cum covered mess. You look but Dominic is nowhere around. A little embarrassed at the disappointment you begin to make your way out of the woods. You manage to find the house but it was just abandoned, not haunted, but there were clothes that fit left behind. Not telling anyone about what had transpired, you go back to your normal routine, but every full moon, you return to the forest. There, you wait on the altar until the upper culmination when your werewolf lover arrives and had his way with you again.