“Hello?” she said. “Who are you? I just want to see you. I promise I won’t hurt you.” She realized how silly that sounded. She was much smaller than the creature, whatever it was. But humans were still the natural predators of the wilderness and all its children. Rachel called out again but nothing responded.
She started feeling dizzy, and leaned over, putting her hands on her thighs to steady herself. She looked down at the ground and the bed of leaves beneath her cushioning her aching feet, feeling all of a sudden like she needed to take a nap. The last thing she remembered hearing was a loud flutter of leaves and the soft pouncing of an animal expertly catching it’s prey.
When Rachel opened her eyes, she felt a tightness around her limbs and her belly and a familiar scratching against her back, which she realized then was completely bare. She was tied to a tree. Her arms, above her head, and her legs, spread out below her, were bound using the ropes from her own climbing gear. She tried to scream, but she was too tired, and almost no sound came out.
Across the clearing, she saw her creature. It came closer and she finally gets a look at the thing she chased here, the thing that must be responsible for her capture. It’s walking on all fours, covered head to paw in a thick grey fur. The color of rock, of a winter sky.
The closer it gets to her, the more of its body and face she sees. It is definitely a male, she can sense his energy and smell the musk of something that values the conquest even more than she does. His body is moving swiftly towards her, and in the light that seeps beyond the leaves, she sees a face, half wolf but with distinctly human eyes. Rachel gasps.
“What are you?”
“I’m Rannulf,” he said. “And I could smell you coming from miles away,” said the creature. Rachel caught her breath. His voice was so husky, so sensual. It was like a growl made coherent.
“What do you want from me?” she whispered, knowing already what his answer was but wanting to hear his voice again.
Instead of a response, the animal stood up on its hind legs. She scanned its body, feeling almost faint as she saw the human-like abdominal muscles flanked by distinctly animal ribs.
And then, she saw it. A huge, bulging cock. The base, where the furry mammalian balls were tucked into his abdomen, was dark and brooding and black. But the cock itself was a bright pink, red, like it had grown out of him right then, sensing in both of them such a strong desire. Evolution at will. It was unlike any human’s she had ever seen. Like a giant and perfect hybrid between man and animal.
She was transfixed, and as she stared at it, she saw it begin to get hard. Her mouth began to water and her pussy was moistening. The head was still like that of a human, with the curving glans she knew so well. Her tongue traced the line of it in her mouth as she imagined taking it there. But below the first part of the thick shaft was a second curve, getting fuller and harder by the minute. She could only imagine how good it would feel inside her.
She could feel her pussy lubricating itself, her body imagining for itself what it would need to handle such a massive animal phallus. The side of her face began to sweat, she was consumed with a kind of desire she had only ever felt in nature. This thing, this creature, was the perfect combination of the masculine energy of the wilderness and the human-likeness of a man. Finally, she knew what he was. Something she had only ever thought of as a fairytale. A story told to scare hikers.
He was a werewolf.
“I thought you could only come out in the light of a full moon?” Rachel said. She was no folklore expert, but some things she knew about creatures like this. Creatures she always thought were imaginary, but would soon know to the fullest and widest extent.
“You’ve been reading too much science fiction,” said Rannulf.
She nodded, as much as she could with her head held tight against the tree. “Besides, sexual energy gives people nearly invincible powers. You must know that yourself. We control the moon, not the other way around.”
“What do you mean by that?” she asked.
“You’ll see,” he said, “if you’re lucky.”
Rannulf walked closer to her, coming right up to her body, standing upright and placing his giant paws against the tree above her head. Standing near her she could see just how tall he was, towering over her, casting his shadow down her whole body. A chill came over her, and she shuddered in the wake of his presence.
She could smell his fur, the woody musk of his body. The full extent of his need reached out and she felt the tip of his head grazing her thigh.
“Aren’t you going to fuck me?” she asked. She had never been more ready in her life. She could feel her dripping cunt pulse with desire. She wanted to taste the fur of his chest, the musk of his thick canine cock, and to inhale the essence of his body into hers. Rannulf growled and leaned his head down toward her face, which was so much smaller than his.
She realized he could take her whole head is his mouth if he wanted to, he could almost eat her whole. She looked over at his powerful jaw and saw a glimpse of his sharp teeth. She could almost feel them biting into her skin. She could imagine them tearing into her and her insides coming out, splayed on the forest floor. She couldn’t tell now if she was more afraid for her life or for her own sexual desire. Before she could decide, Rannulf leaned towards her, and put his giant man piece into her waiting feminine folds. Nature was having its way with her, and all she could do was to hang there and take it.
“Ohhhhhh,” she yelled. It was sensation she had never felt before. Her whole body shuddered with him inside her, she felt the lips of her sex bursting open to be filled by his growing member. It felt almost as if with every thrust, he grew larger. So unlike all the like the men she had ever known. It was like he was sapping his energy from her, and then giving it back in a looping frenzy. At the same time, she felt herself becoming larger, felt her insides expanding to accommodate his growth. She was becoming the shape shifter, adapting to her own primal urges and the needs of her mate. She was becoming a part of nature, now, just as nature was invading her most private places and becoming one with her body.
“I’ll show you what the wilderness is like,” he huffed. “You think you’re wild? You don’t know anything yet.”
Hearing his voice again, tunneled right into her ear while he thrust in and out of her pussy, made her go weak. If she hadn’t been tied so tightly to the tree, she knew she would have crumbled to the forest floor. She felt the ropes digging into her arms and legs, rubbing the skin raw just as the skin of her womanhood was throbbing from the friction of his fucking, the warmth pulsing through to her fingertips. She felt the blood being rerouted from her limbs directly to her core, and down into her sex. She wanted him to go deeper. To feel that second curve cresting over the opening of her flesh.
Almost as if he could read her thoughts, she felt him give another shove, and the hair of his chest flared against her bare breasts, rubbing into her nipples as the large round curve of his wolf shaft burst into her pussy, and they both gave a furtive moan.
“Take me, Rannulf, I’m yours. Take all of me!”
She could barely get the words out when she felt him engorge even further, his powerful cock felt like thunder pulsing in and out of her, displacing all her other organs. She didn’t care. She felt as if her whole body was destined for this one moment, this one act of pure natural reproduction. She had been born for this, bred for this. She had been waiting for something, someone, like this her entire life. As his gruff voice began to grunt at an increased rate, faster and louder, she felt herself getting quieter and quieter, concentrating all her powers to contracting her pussy around his raging authority.