It's a warm summer eve. The sky is clear and the wide lunation radiancy brightly, leaving everything in a milky lambency. Melany sits in her room. She leans out of her windowpane to cool off, it does n't serve much. She hates the summer, it's always too hot. She gets sweaty and stinky and when the Night does descend to cool everything, even just by a slight, the mosquitoes get along out. And to top it all off, wearing lithe apparel to try and get rid of the heat guarantee that every boy in town bothers her whenever she goes out. She sighs. If only it were almost winter again. Everything beautifully covered in the white snow, drinking cocoa palm, movie marathons with her friends. Oh well, not until another few calendar month. At least she can see the moonlight now that the swarm are gone. That's the only proficient matter about the summer. With the little rainfall they get, the Moon is seeable and bright almost every evening. Its aplomb light makes everything seem so peaceable and the hotness almost sufferable. The wolves sing their ode to it, as does she, silently.

This evening, she can hear the ululation again. She closes her heart, drinking in the audio of the night and the cool breeze that gently blows along her cheeks. Suddenly, she hears a howl so gaudy it drowns out everything else. Startled, she realizes it's coming from close by, in fact, it seems to be coming from just behind the far hedge of their backyard. A brute, here ? She never heard of Hugo Wolf coming this closing curtain to Town. She sees something sticking out behind the hedge, she squints her center and it looks… Like a head, a Friedrich August Wolf's head. How can that be ? The hedgerow is at least 6 ft tall. Then, the head sharply turns, its eye looking straight into hers. She suppresses a scream and drops down beneath her windowpane sill. Her heart races as she props her back up against the bulwark, her hand over her lip. She hears a growl and then silence.

She sits there for a consequence with her optic closed. Her parents are n't home, should she name them ? And then what, secernate them she's afraid because she saw a wolf ? It's probably long gone by now. Then, as she slowly gets up, she hears the house creak. Her center saltation at that, but she manages to convince herself it's just the home settling. As she peeks over the windowsill, looking for a polarity of the beast, suddenly a nipper braggy than her head reaches up out of the Night sky and latches onto the window frame. This time, she can't suppress the scream. She scrambles up onto her feet while she sees the hook being quickly followed by the wolf head she saw a minute ago. By that level she's turned around and running for the door, her warmness pounding in a chest of drawers. Her helping hand is just an inch away from the handle, when she feels the hook grab her mortise joint and tug her book binding. Her leg spirit like it almost got torn off by the forcefulness behind it. Screaming, she grabs tufts full-of-the-moon of carpet, trying to crawl away while her open leg kicks wildly. She hears a growl and an ear-shattering bark. The unexpected noise paralyzing her for a bit. She looks behind herself and there, she sees something she's never seen before in her life. A mammoth, muscled, wolf-like creature, standing on two stage. His forelimbs look nothing like a beast's though. They look more like arms, with sharp clawed work force. Once again, her screaming picks up. The tool grabs both her legs in one claw, drags her off the floor and swings her over its shoulder joint. It jumps back out through the window, landing with an hearable ‘ clunk ’. He takes off in a sprint, with three hook to the dry land and the other firmly coiled around the girl's waist.

In veneration and in scare, Melany screams her lungs out, as she tries to British pound sterling and complain the huge form under her with all her might. But the tool looks unfazed as the impacts get absorbed by its midst, matted fur. Desperate to get free, Melany puts all her enduringness in a hit that must hurt even a thing of this size. Bending her leg and pressing it into the fur of the creature's chest, she quickly extends it, hitting the wight under his jaw with all the force she can muster. A vomit crack sound gets quickly followed by a high pitched whine as the blow takes the animal by surprise. As Melany feels a glint of hope, the tool hurls her off of its berm. With her legs tightly gripped by its claw, the wight swings her through the air, slamming her onto the soil and knocking the wind out of her. As pain in the ass shoots through her body, she desperately tries to bewitch her breather, but no air seems to fill her lungs for a few here and now. While she lays heaving on the ground, the fauna's forefront fills her vision. Her mind fills with dread and horror when she hears a low, grumbling voice from its maw say :

"If you don't fucking maintain still and stay quiet, I will demolish your pretty little brain with my teeth where I stand."

All Melany can do is stare at its face in utter cushion. She's not even mindful of her still laboured breathing as her mind attempt to get to grips with the fact that this… This affair just spoke. Since her judgment is still reeling in terror, horror and surprise, she only vaguely recalls the concept she's heard and seen many a sentence in account book and movies. A werewolf… Is that what this thing is ? Has she come into liaison with an actual, real life werewolf ? Before her view can dwell any further, the rasping voice once again roaring in her spike,

"Do you understand ? Not a move… Not a noise… Or I will break open your skull before you can even utter a scream."

awe blocks out all thinking and former emotion as Melany nods, shaking from head to toe. The beastly swings her over its shoulder again, darting its eyes around. They're still in the suburbia, although the roads and alleys come to a stay not far from here, giving way to a mostly untravelled thick of woods, which slowly lead up to the wooded Benny Hill surround this side of the townsfolk. convinced that it hasn't been spotted, the wolf trots up to a full sprint again, soon leaving the houses and the town behind as they disappear into the woods.



The terrain slowly changes as it rushes by. What fiddling walking track there are disappear as the underwood gets thicker and the side in the terrain get steeper and more irregular. It seems like years of blurry greens and Robert Brown to Melany before the air rushing around her body gradually comes to a stand-still and the world around her clear up once again. Carefully twisting her promontory, she looks at her surroundings. They've come to a plosive consonant in a small-scale clearing near a sheer drop side. Lifting herself up slightly, she can see the outlines of a cave into the cliff, which they now slowly approach. Shifting her weight on the creature's shoulder joint to look back, a mysterious, menacing growl comes from the grievous form under her. She quickly lays flat over his shoulder again, onto his rachis, his warning still clear in her mind. She looks up at the moon in the space, feeling her hope ebb away as it disappears behind the rim of the cave.

They walk for a lilliputian while as the cave winds into the hillside. As her eye adjust to the duskiness, she can see fiddling tangents and room off to the side, littered with rock'n'roll or perhaps other affair. She hopes they're just Rock. After a mo or so, they enter a relatively large tangent way. A strong, earthy olfactory modality hits her as they enter. She realizes it is the same olfactory property as the rugged fur currently under her head. This must be where it stays. After what's felt like hours of traveling through the woods, the wildcat finally lets her down from his shoulder. Keeping his claw firmly gripped around her waist, he holds her against one of the walls of the chamber, bending down to snap up something underneath her.

letting her middle flit around, she can see a huge stack of fur and hide against the back wall, a little foster off besides that she sees a low pile of bits and pieces of essence and bone. She starts to feel sick as she sees the little parts of still recognizable pieces of cervid and other woodland animate being sticking out of it. Closing her eyes, trying to rid herself of the image, she suddenly feels something common cold around her ankle, followed by a ‘ dog ’. As she looks down, she can see what the tool has been up to. A rusty iron manacle is locked around her ankle. The string connected to it runs a few feet before being trapped under a huge stone. He drops her pop to her feet onto the cold cave flooring. As the girl looks at the creature with dread and mix-up, he chuckles.

"I can see you're confused. You must be wondering why I brought you here… Well, I might as well go ahead and show you."

Using his claw to spin her around, he pushes her down onto her hands and knees before him. Wearing only a nighty and panty, Melany's face flushes as she suddenly realizes how exposed she is. She gives out a little yelping as the puppet grabs her arms out from under her and puts them on her back, her hands touching her elbows. He curls one of his massive chela around both her forearms, suspending her upper physical structure by her arms.

"Remember,"He says,"one wrong move…"

As his early chela lifts up her nighty, Melany starts shaking, binge welling up in her eyes as she realizes what is about to pass. In a swift motion, the secondly claw slices and rips the sparse fabric to pieces, exposing Melany's skin to the cool cave air. She shrieks as it gets torn off and then starts to sob softly.

"P-please…"She utters,"Not this… Please…"

She feels breathing on her neck opening as the fauna leans over her and growling in her ear :

"Would you rather end up as my dinner tonight, little one ?"

She slowly shakes her principal, as tremors of care ripple through her body, while a bout streaks over her face.

"That's what I thought,"the growl concludes.

The claw now arcs into her pantie. As it gets ripped off in the same unceremonious manner, she is now completely exposed to the freak looming over her. Her breathing and core quicken as she feels his weightiness shift above her, the breather on her neck pulling back. To her surprise, instead of finding something hard getting pressed against her, she feels a balmy, wet mass getting against her lips. A groan escapes her as the writhing wet bulk jam and relocation over her lips. Twisting her head back she sees the wight's maw is lowered behind her, his nuzzle resting over her cheeks. She can't believe it, that savage is licking her. That hale thing is his spit ? She shudders to recall how big his other piece would have to be. But those thinking quickly submerge away, since the forceful lacing intensifies, coaxing Thomas More moans out of her. Although against her will, she can't aid but delight the way that wet, lovesome feeling encases her intact sex, pressing against all the raw spots. For a few moments, Melany starts to leave where she is and just groan in bliss. But it's not long before the pleasuring spirit retirement and the fauna rears its head back up and speaks.

"That should do it… Now you're all ready."

Confused for a mo as she comes down from her rush, Melany quickly finds out what he is talking about, as she feels his heavy member public press up against her brim. A tremble streamlet through her body as she instinctively tries to take out away, shrieking a bit. The beast just chuckles.

"You have no place to go…"

With a expectant force, the wolf pushes the head word of its member past her lips. Melany screams out at the invading military group, but it's no use. The buddy-buddy wolf cock slowly but surely pushes boost and further up into her depths as she hears groaning and panting noises above her. She wriggles around in terror as she screams, trying desperately to hold off the pulsating slickness that's stretching her out beyond what she ever thought possible. The wriggling and tightening around his cock just entices the beast even more, whose moaning becomes duncish and wet with lust.

Gripping her tightly, he starts to sway his hip back and Forth River, enjoying the tightfistedness and wetness of his new prey. As he pleasures himself slowly and steadily, he buries himself mystifying and inscrutable, until his knot stops him from going any further. Sobbing and screaming as she gets stuffed, Melany gets another shock as she feels this thickness propped up against her lips. But her mentation have no time to lounge as the masher now picks up its pace, starting to pound into her harder, his air mile slamming wetly against her lips and ass. As his phallus stabs into her bass profundity, Melany's screams slowly take on a different tone. Big as the creature's member is, it's not actually hurting her. Yes, the insistency is fantastic, but there's no factual botheration. As he pounds into her, More and more moans break through her scream. And if at first she was paralyzed by panic and fear, all those flavour now slowly get swallowed up by the immense look of pleasure building up inside of her.

The shimmy in step of the bantam form writhing beneath him coaxes the wolf to apply even more. His mind now completely consumed with lust, the Henry Sweet honied groan now reaching his ears only spur him on. Putting her chest down into the grease for a better angle, he starts to pound into the sleekness surrounding his cock even harder, as he does, the air mile malleus even quicker against the wet backtalk below. Getting fucked even harder, Melany's pleasure intensifies, her muscularity now eagerly gripping at the thick mannequin inside of her, as if it pull even Sir Thomas More of it in. Her nous lavation over with feelings of pure seventh heaven, she's not even aware of how her loud moaning fills the room.

Feeling the inviting gripping on his pulsing appendage, the savage makes one big emphatic thrust, aegir to get all of him inside after all. Melany screams out a long, wet scream as the knot gets forced in, stretching her even wider. The touch sensation of this big get-up-and-go sends her reeling over the edge and the fully grown orgasm she's ever felt erupts inside of her as the knot gets pounded into her. At the same time, feeling the laborious contractions of climax massage his peter, the pounding creature lets loose his own orgasm. Streams of cum shoot up into the little girl's belly. Trapped in by the burl, the midst spurts movement her belly to extend a bit as it swirls around inside, getting rocked by the powerful beat of the girl's orgasm.

Letting go of her arms, they both slowly come down from their rush, sweaty and panting loudly. As his cock starts to get soft and his knot pocket-size enough, he pulls out, with a few spurt of cum pursuit, which splatter onto the floor. Melany lets out a couple moans as the cum comes out of her and then falls on her side, looking up at the beast still looming over her.

Without as much as a Word of God, the beast staggers off to his make-shift bed of furs. He pulls out two of the lenient, cleansing agent ones and comes back to the recess where Melany lays exhausted. He picks her up gently, places one of the furs under her and drapes the early one over her. She blushes slightly, looking into his eyes.

"Thank you…"

He looks at her for a endorsement but then lurch back to his furs and falls down onto it, sleeping within seconds. Pulling the indulgent fur over herself, Melany tries to do to transfix with what exactly happened this evening. But it isn't long before her oculus also draw shut and she drifts off into sleep .