This story contains scenes of consentual non-consent and may be triggering for some readers. All characters are over 18.
The fog was wet and thick on the darkened valley, as she made her way.
All around her the sounds of sex. Mouths moaning. Limbs shifting. Bodies shuddering.
The concupiscence had begun. She broke into a run, stumbling, the light of the full moon blocked by the trees, blackening her path. Trying to escape the carnal phantoms surrounding her. Her pack writhing in piles around her. The desperate ache of a woman building inside herself. As the moans around her turned to screams, she tried to outrun her own desperate need. Her forbidden desire. His face flashed before her, her pussy gushed for him and only him. The one she could not have. The one she called Daddy.
She saw sex in every shadow. In the way the branches clawed at her. I'm the way the tree roots rose to catch her step. In the shape of the trunks of the trees, like languid bodies, arching and begging and mocking her. For her skin would never transform to be covered in the soft fur of the rest of her pack. She was merely human. Adopted by the pack. Taken in. Raised by wolves to be one of their own, yet she never could be. Their strength, their brutality, she could not match. So she ran.
She sensed them behind her. Chasing after her. Closing in on her. She whimpered as she sprinted faster. Knowing if they caught her there would be no escape. No reasoning with their lust addled minds. She had seen the way they looked at her, with wild hunger in their eyes. It did not matter to them that she wasn't one of them. Built too little to match them. Too weak to take them on. They smelt on her, her own desire. Her wanton need.
And then they were there. Knocking the wind out of her as she landed hard. Hot breath and snarls. Three of them at least. Fighting with each other even as they tore at her dress. All claws and teeth and hard dog-like cocks. Snarling and yelping as they bit at each other. One mouth ripping her dress, exposing her breasts. Another paw caught her panties, tearing them away. Her back pushed into the soft ground, inner thighs scratched as they pawed her legs apart. Their growls rumbling through her as they each fought to claim her as theirs. Fighting and crying, a rough tongue licked at her throbbing clit. She arched her back and bucked her hips, she cried out for the one she ached for. Her terrified scream, begging for him in the dark,
"Daddy!"
She felt his growl more than she heard it. As he charged at the pack on top of her. Knocking them off her. His strength no match for the younger wolves. He was their Alpha, stronger in body, sharper in mind. His jaws locked on them, drawing blood as he swiped at them. Tearing at their flesh as he pounced on them. They fought back, but the three of them were no match, until their fight gave way to whimpers, and one by one they slunk away, retreating into the darkness, tails between their legs.
Trembling she saw their eye shine as they watched from the shadows. Her Daddy growled again, in one last warning, before approaching her.
She pushed back, scared by the look in his eyes. The fire within her burned, at the time same she retreated in fear.
Even on all fours he towered over her. Terrifying and beautiful. His blue eyes glaring, his whole demeanour reeking with aggression. She locked eyes with him. A challenge. No one ever dared to look the Alpha in the eyes. She needed him. Her carnal want overriding her every sense.
"You're safe with me."
That voice. It calmed her as much as it terrified her. He moved closer.
"Safe from everything but me."
She drew her breath. Her bare legs fell open. Her instinct and need now in control. His voice healed her as much as the words made her panic-stricken. The aching need was tearing her apart.
His gaze hungrily took her in. Sprawled in the dirt, his eyes sent flares down her body, colliding at her thighs. Hands digging in the soil, her cheeks flushed, her hips writhing, a moan escaped her.
"You want me little one."
"No." She cried out in horror.
