Chapter Three
He was like an arrow let loose in the forest, the trees nothing more than blurs flying past him, speed of him seemed effortless and it was like he could keep it up forever. In a moment of clarity he had realized he was going to change in front of Sarah and did not want her to witness it.
He ran with one aim in mind, distance.
Mid stride his leg gave out and he grunted in agony, slamming hard to the forest floor and kicking up a flurry of dead pine needles. He looked down to his knee and saw it was bent backward and not because he had broken it.
It always started bone deep and he could feel how they stretched and swelled, groaning and creaking under flesh and muscle. The pain was blinding and he gritted his teeth and tried not to scream out, she could not find him the way he was. It was a small blessing he was completely naked, no clothes to peel off in a hurry. His skull elongated under the skin, lips stretched until they peeled back and tore open, teeth being pushed out and replaced by jagged lupine ones.
His entire body was swelling and elongating, muscles rending off the bone with crackles, but reattaching and growing stronger than before. The flesh was slow catch up, reforming over the exposed wolfish skull and thickening into a tough hide. Black fur sprouted and spread all over his body like a wild bloom until it matted him in the coarse hairs. Once changed the wolf was on all fours panting, his yellow eyes adjusting as the pain ebbed away. He was free again, the smell of the forest was all around him.
He stood up on two legs and belted out a long primal howl, a warning to all if they could hear it, they were on his territory.
He held no memory of the past events, it had been lost in the trauma of changing and he chuffed at the air trying to get his bearings. At first he had wandered, chasing scents and tracks but was finding most of them cold so he did not waste too much time following dead leads. After a while he picked up the scent of smoke and went in search of the source.
The sun was setting by the time he discovered the camp, or what remained of it. The intruders had left in the morning, it was good they fled before he caught them, but it was also a missed potential meal. They had set up their fire on the beach and he was standing there looking out on its pristine surface. To his utter dismay he saw a burst of flame clear across the other side followed a tall plume of black smoke for just a moment. His shoulders slumped and he frowned, grumbling under his breath, annoyed to wander all the way back from where he already had been.
It was a lengthy journey just to come back from where he had been.
He was not even in sight of the source of that pyrotechnics when he heard the faint tune of country music perverting the forest with its noise. It was dark now, much better conditions for the hunt and the music only masked the sound of his approach. He came to a large back truck, it was familiar, two sniffs and he knew it was his. His head drew back with a perplexed expression, someone else was here?
He investigated with his nose and went over to the still open rear cabin door with an open duffel bag on the seat. The music was blaring as he was rummaging around, his face all up in an assortment of silky panties and bras getting a good whiff of a female. Not just any woman, it was his woman and he could huff up the whiff of the dirty rutting they had gotten down into. His nose was sensitive enough to discern the weak and furless part of him got all up in her ass. The lust of the female was plain to him and it was getting him all riled up, he was going to give the bitch a real dick.
Hunting could wait.
He was finished with the music and the truck sagged as his huge body pushed into the back seat and reached over to the front. With a claw he plucked the keys out of the ignition and killed the power. He was no dumb wolf, he flicked those keys off by a tree and clawed up the bark to mark where they had been hidden.
Then the female’s whining protest drew his attention, it was time to introduce himself.
Sarah had to take a crash course in camping with her big outdoors man asshole boyfriend off sniffing his ass somewhere. Tents were bullshit, what should have taken minutes had stretched on for hours, but she got it up even though it looked petty crooked. The fire she could not even try the normal way, because someone grew fucking fur and did not need fires so he brought no dry wood. Her solution was pure brute force, gasoline and matches on the rotten sticks and logs she found. It cost her some singed hairs, but she pulled it off, fuck you nature!
She was not sure how to dress, panties seemed moot and she was finding herself nervous about her choice of clothes, as if it was a first date. Less is more as they say and she chose a black miniskirt with a tube top that could barely contain her tits.
She was drinking the entire time, while setting up camp and laboring over her choice of dress. The pile of drained bottles was growing as day crept into night while she waited and waited for him to come back. She was sloppy drunk and reclined in her fold out chair, one leg thrown up on the armrest. While the country music played in the background she had tired of waiting and had taken matters into her own hands.
The horny redhead had one bottle stuffed up her pussy with her hand gripping the neck. All the while she was fantasizing it could measure up to what Mark’s wolf cock might feel like, pumping the makeshift dildo into her pink slot. Her masturbation had been disturbed when the music cut off and it startled her enough she pulled the bottle out of her muff with a slurp. She looked over to the truck and saw it was off, and for a moment she had wondered if she had killed the battery.
“Oh come on!” She whined in frustration.
Her eyes just barely caught movement coming from the back of the truck and it felt like her heart surged up into her throat. She froze in place, doe eyed as it came in closer revealing a huge creature but with an almost human frame. Nothing could have prepared her when she saw the wolf Mark had let out and she gaped at him in shock and awe. He was in full view, close to seven feet tall, not bulky but lithe looking. The arms were long, reaching down to the knees and hunched over. His face was all animal, unreadable, tall pointed ears swiveling back and forth.
It was the eyes that grabbed her the hardest, they shimmered like molten gold in the firelight and showed intelligence drove him.
“H-holy shit.” She spoke, her voice more a squeak.
He gave a slight tilt of his head at her and for a moment he almost seemed cute, like a massive puppy. Then his eyes raked long over her body and lingered at the parts most men always did with her. He growled low, one lip curling and exposing ivory fangs and came at her as nothing more than a black blur. She never got the chance to recover from her initial shock and he was already up in her face before she could put her arms out.
He was massive, but no puppy.
The wolf was enormous enough to straddle her folding chair with her in it. She found out two things, the first being werewolves fucking stink to high hell and the second, they don’t give a fuck about consent. Before she could even think to get a word out, He had clutched a paw full of her crimson mane and yanked her head forward towards his ebony groin.
She glimpsed his cock, a thick crimson pillar, the tip a plump spade with a fatter trunk following behind it. When it came surging in, she parted her mouth and rolled out the pink carpet of her tongue for it. She was forced to meet the wolf dick she was so thirsty for, her plump cherry red lips stretched thin around his tip. A muffled squeal of shock was the best she could manage with her tongue mashed flat. Her eyes widened when he pressed in deeper and prodded at her throat, his cock got so fat in the middle her jaw clicked out of place.
The taste of it was so overpowering she was drooling to quench it and she was staring in surprise at his dick pumping at her face. Up so close she could see the tangle of blue and purple veins giving him a strange bumpy texture over her lips, the flesh of him was so hot it felt like it could scald her tongue. Her slender neck bulged as he rammed it down her throat to say hello by almost fucking her stomach and making her kiss his meaty sheath.
The only way she could greet him in return was by ulping and gurgling, her hands reaching between his legs to cup his furry nuts. They were like two overripe oranges in his taut sac for her to fondle. In the primal flurry of face fucking her upper body was a mess, ropes her spit and preslime hung off her chin her neck and chest got slathered in the overflowing mess of the most sloppy oral of her debauched life. She gave in completely to his primal face fucking and looked up to him with adoration, he was everything she expected from a horny beast. Their gazes met and she could see plain in his eyes the excitement, the heavy panting and his tongue lolling out, every bit the lucky wolf.
Everything was getting hazy when he kept using her throat, she had forgotten in the chaos it was impossible to breathe with so much meat in your mouth. She was thankful to feel him reeling back, only to have him hold the tip in her mouth letting her huff and puff through her nose. He opened up like a faucet, except it was not the cum she was expecting and her eyes bulged in surprise when she felt musky piss come searing its way up her nose. She gagged and sputtered, completely surprised by such a kinky act.
Sarah was not one to back down from her depraved partner, she grabbed his cock in both hands and started gulping away what he had to give. All the while she looked up to the perverted freak of a wolf who was using her like a toilet. It was thicker than water and bitter as all hell, like a hot lager being funneled to her. Mark would have never done such a thing, he was hiding all the fun they could have been having in his werewolf form he had been keeping from her for so long.
Even when he had finished, she was still sucking on him, moaning in worship and while he was drawing away, she was chasing after it. She was leaning far forward when his meaty lollipop left her lips with a wet smack and in her drunken state she lurched forward out of the chair. With a yelp she caught herself and fell onto her hands and knees, but he still had a fistful of her hair in his paw. With a sharp tug he demanded she crawl and with a lusty giggle she complied and walked on her hands and knees.
The wolf guided her away from the fire into a cool patch of grass and then let go of her hair. She felt him moving in behind her and her heart was beating so fast, both scared and excited by him the same time. Huge hands wrapped around her narrow waist, the palms felt like coarse leather, his claws dug into the skin close to her navel. She was on her knees and elbows, her ass the highest point and presented to him like she had always planned.
Her plump slit looked pinched tight between her thighs, flushed pink and twitching in need at him. With his spaded tip he dug in, she gasped to feel the scorching heat of it against her sensitive muff squeezing himself between her meaty folds and snarled when he found her pink opening and shoved hard. He spread her wide and stretched her hole until those thick lips were pencil thin bands. One savage shove and she felt packed to the brim with wolf dick, her head tilted back and she gave a lusty cry when he struck her limits.
Then he growled and rammed the rest in, right to the fuzzy hilt.
Sarah went cross eyed when it felt like his dick smacked off her brain, a long groan droned from her and her entire body quivered in his grasp from cock shock. When he started thrusting her eyes rolled back. Nothing about his brand of sex was human, he was hunched over top of her, growling and snarling into her ear as he savaged her. His hips were a blur, his pelvis slammed against her ass with dizzying force. His size, oh god his size, It felt like he was coring out her pussy with an over sized baseball bat with a rough bumpy texture all about it. She was so stuffed with a wolf dick the shovel of a tip was at her cervix and was trying to dig it out of her.
She was clutching fists full of grass like they were her life line, her tits got hate fucked right out of her elastic tube top and swung between her arms. Before she thought she could handle anything with sex, nothing could have prepared her for a pussy hungry werewolf. The aggression, the strength and his raw animal nature was overwhelming. Her eyes had rolled back into her skull, mouth agape and her tongue hanging out with a stupefied expression. It was both the best and worst fuck of her life because after him she was not sure she could ever go back to anything normal.
It had only taken him a handful of his pussy wrecking thrusts to get her to cum. Her yawning cunt was convulsing around him and his cock throbbed and pulsed right back and the dual glans flanking the base of his shaft inflated into a fat knot. Her moans grew more feverish when somehow the sex was getting even more intense, but she could not process what was changing between her legs.
He did not even slow down when he started banging his fattening tie in and out of her pussy. The chorus of wet churning changed to lewd slurps and slops as those glands crushed into her hole before yanking her lips past her thighs to rip it out. Stars were bursting into her vision when they grew bigger, and she was calling out to a higher power over and over from the experience of getting knot fucked. Her thighs were quaking over it, her pussy gushing each time he crammed it in.
When his throbbing tumor got to the size of a grown mans fist, both pain and pleasure burst between her legs in equal fury and swirled into the most twisted cocktail she could cum to her heart’s content over. Her face might have gone down, but he kept her thick ass up where it belonged and kept rutting the slut’s gushing gash even when she blacked out
The wolf had never fucked a woman before, it was all such a fresh experience and he was going at her pussy with every ounce of feral exuberance he had. He was so fixated on the feeling he did not even realize he had pounded Sarah’s brains into mush once he got his first taste. The only thought rolling through his mind was to breed the bitch and make her fat with his puppies.
He kept on beating up her pussy with his knot, but it was much slower and more deliberate when it got so large. He pushed her off it, watching as her entire sex was tugged far back, the flesh spread paper thin until almost transparent and then her pussy let go with an obscene pop. He was quick to punch it back inside and for a moment he thought he got too greedy and crammed her swollen muff deep into her pelvis. The pitched belch and the crushing pressure against his tie told him enough was enough, best not to tear his new favorite thing in the world in half on the first go.
He clutched those round cheeks hard as he grew inside her and gave a low lusty howl at the intense feeling of getting proper stuck in the slut. It kept growing as he stilled and was panting from the exertion, his hips still rocking back and forth with the desire to keep humping her. The mound of her sex bulged out when it got as large as a babies head, his cock flexing and twitching, nuts aching and ready to pour into her. With a pleasured pant he shot into her baby maker with the tip of his cock crammed up against it.
Every shot her body jolted, her womb sloshed and gurgled as furious beast cum hit the walls of her uterus. It was the first of many, thick, musky and potent. He seeded the fertile bitch on the first meeting, but he was going to make damned sure it took root. Once spent, he rose to his full height a grunt came from between his legs when he hoisted her up off the ground by her pussy. The sexually stunned woman was still stuck on his cock, her fists still filled with wads of grass, not even aware of her surroundings.
When he walked only her arms could reach the ground, dragged behind him like she was nothing more than a trophy for him to wear. It was more an awkward stagger with her dangling off his cock and getting in the way. She was panting and whimpering, pleading with him to stop with a sex crazed giggle in her voice. There was no derailing his one track mind, His goal was the truck and the cooler of meat waiting for him in the bed. Once there he pulled the container over to the edge and popped the lid.
He had filled to the brim with raw meat from the butcher, all kinds of fatty cuts for him to pick at. He went at it with his large hands, grabbing thick slabs without care he was so hungry. Transforming always took a heavy toll, but so did fucking so it gassed him to the limit to the point she was looking more tasty than fuckable at points. While he was gorging, his knot softened inside his new bitch to the point she could slip off. He paused in his feasting when he heard a slurp and a whump, a glance between his legs confirmed the source.
He paused in his eating, plucked the limp female up by a leg. She was hanging by her thigh like meat might hang off a hook. She bucked and thrashed in protest, babbling a string of curses at him, but her words were just cute noises. His yellow eyes inspected her pink and swollen muff he had banged into a wide gape and found the scent of it to be irresistible and had to investigate with his salivating mouth.
Grabbing the other thigh he spread her open before his muzzle and he dragged his rough leathery tongue over her satin soft petals. One lick was all it took and she stopped thrashing and mewling in protest. He got her panting quick once he started grinding his tongue against her twitching hole to lap up her bitter sweet flavor. Teasing it out was not enough for him and he worked his rough tongue into her juicy slot.
Once he started tongue fucking her box she broke into a fit of fevered moans shuddered from her when he used her like nothing more than a watering hole, her toes curling and legs twitching in his clutches. He scraped all the flavor out of her passage until he just tasted his thick spit. She was dangling limp in his grip, giggling in a daze as she swung back and forth in his clutches.
Satisfied, he tenderly wrapped an arm around her waist and tucked her under his armpit like a limp parcel. He looked for a suitable spot where he could find her again and his ears perked up noticing the tent. He pushed the flap open and placed the dazed female inside. There was only the groundsheet to cushion her, but she cooed in joy and sprawled out like it was a luxurious bed. It was tempting for him to join her, but he was still hungry, so he tended to his stomach first then his loins after.
After he ate his fill there was going to be plenty of time for him to have plenty of fun with her.
