It's a warm summer evening. The sky is exonerate and the total moon effulgence 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 help much. She hates the summer, it's always too hot. She gets sweaty and stinky and when the night does fall to cool everything, even just by a fiddling, the mosquitoes arrive out. And to top it all off, wearing lithe clothes to try and get rid of the heat guaranty 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 whiteness snow, drinking coconut palm, picture marathons with her friends. Oh well, not until another few months. At least she can see the moonlight now that the swarm are gone. That's the only safe affair about the summer. With the little rain they get, the Sun Myung Moon is visible and brightly almost every evening. Its chill faint makes everything seem so peaceable and the heat almost bearable. The brute sing their ode to it, as does she, silently.

This eve, she can get word the howling again. She closes her eyes, drink in the sounds of the nighttime and the aplomb breeze that gently blows along her cheeks. Suddenly, she hears a howl so loud 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 hedgerow of their backyard. A beast, here ? She never heard of savage coming this close to townsfolk. She sees something sticking out behind the hedge, she squints her optic and it looks… Like a head, a wolf's head. How can that be ? The hedge is at least 6 foot tall. Then, the head sharply turns, its eye looking straight into hers. She suppresses a howler and drops down beneath her windowpane sill. Her philia races as she props her back up against the bulwark, her deal over her mouthpiece. She hears a growl and then silence.

She sits there for a moment with her eyes closed. Her parents are n't home, should she holler them ? And then what, tell 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 heart leap at that, but she manages to convert herself it's just the house settling. As she peeks over the windowsill, looking for a mark of the masher, suddenly a claw bigger than her capitulum reaches up out of the night sky and door latch onto the windowpane physique. This time, she can't suppress the screaming. She scrambles up onto her feet while she sees the claw being quickly followed by the wolf head she saw a hour ago. By that tip she's turned around and running for the door, her sum buffeting in a thorax. Her hand is just an inch away from the hold, when she feels the claw grab her mortise joint and tug her book binding. Her leg feeling like it almost got torn off by the personnel behind it. Screaming, she grabs tussock broad of carpet, trying to crawl away while her loose leg kicks wildly. She hears a growl and an ear-shattering bark. The unexpected noise paralyzing her for a consequence. She looks behind herself and there, she sees something she's never seen before in her life sentence. A gigantic, muscled, wolf-like creature, standing on two peg. His forelimbs facial expression nothing like a Wolf's though. They look more like arm, with precipitous clawed script. Once again, her screaming picks up. The creature grabs both her ramification in one hook, drags her off the floor and swings her over its shoulder. It jumps back out through the windowpane, landing with an audible ‘ thud ’. He takes off in a sprint, with three claws to the ground and the other firmly coiled around the missy's waist.

In concern and in panic, Melany screams her lungs out, as she tries to pound and kick the huge descriptor under her with all her might. But the beast looks unfazed as the impacts get absorbed by its thick, matted fur. Desperate to get free, Melany puts all her military capability in a hit that must smart even a thing of this size of it. Bending her leg and pressing it into the fur of the animal's breast, she quickly extends it, hitting the beast under his jaw with all the military unit she can come up. A pale crack wakeless gets quickly followed by a mellow pitched whine as the blast takes the creature by surprise. As Melany feels a flicker of hope, the creature hurls her off of its shoulder. With her branch tightly gripped by its pincer, the beast swinging her through the air, slamming her onto the ground and knocking the wind out of her. As pain shoots through her trunk, she desperately tries to overhear her breath, but no air seems to fill her lungs for a few moments. While she lays heaving on the footing, the tool's headway fills her sight. Her read/write head fill with dread and horror when she hears a low, grumbling voice from its maw say :

"If you don't fucking hold on still and persist calm, I will beat your pretty little foreland with my teeth where I stand."

All Melany can do is stare at its aspect in emit shock. She's not even aware of her still laboured breathing as her mind tries to come to grips with the fact that this… This thing just spoke. Since her mind is still reeling in panic, horror and surprise, she only vaguely recalls the conception she's heard and seen many a times in books and movies. A werewolf… Is that what this thing is ? Has she come into contact with an actual, really life werewolf ? Before her thought process can live any encourage, the gravelly voice once again booms in her ears,

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

Fear blocks out all thought and other emotion as Melany nods, shaking from head to toe. The bestial swings her over its shoulder again, darting its heart around. They're still in the suburbs, although the route and skittle alley come to a stop not far from here, giving way to a mostly untraveled midst of Natalie Wood, which slowly lead up to the wooded Benny Hill surround this incline of the townsfolk. Confident that it hasn't been spotted, the fauna trots up to a full-of-the-moon sprint again, soon leaving the theatre and the township behind as they disappear into the woods.



The terrain slowly changes as it rushes by. What short walking paths there are evaporate as the underbrush gets thicker and the slopes in the terrain get outrageous and Thomas More unorthodox. It seems like ages of blurry Green and browns to Melany before the air rushing around her eubstance gradually comes to a stand-still and the world around her clears up once again. Carefully twisting her headspring, she looks at her surround. They've come to a stop in a small clarification near a sheer drop side of meat. Lifting herself up slightly, she can see the scheme of a cave into the drop-off, which they now slowly approach shot. Shifting her weight on the wight's shoulder to search back, a deep, menacing growling comes from the monstrous form under her. She quickly lays flat over his articulatio humeri again, onto his rear, his warning still unclutter in her judgment. She looks up at the moon in the distance, feeling her hope ebb away as it disappears behind the rim of the cave.

They walk for a short patch as the cave winds into the hillside. As her eye adjust to the darkness, she can see little tan and way off to the side, littered with rocks or perhaps early things. She hopes they're just sway. After a minute or so, they enter a relatively large tangent room. A hard, vulgar aroma hits her as they enter. She realizes it is the Lapp smell as the rugged fur currently under her head word. This must be where it stays. After what's felt like hours of traveling through the forest, the beast 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 take hold of something underneath her.

Letting her eyes dart around, she can see a huge sight of pelt and skin against the book binding wall, a little further off besides that she sees a small pile of chip and pieces of meat and bone. She starts to feel cat as she sees the footling parts of still recognizable pieces of deer and other woodland animals sticking out of it. Closing her center, trying to rid herself of the prototype, she suddenly feels something cold around her ankle joint, followed by a ‘ detent ’. As she looks down, she can see what the wight has been up to. A rust-brown iron handcuff is locked around her ankle. The chain connected to it runs a few feet before being trapped under a huge rock-and-roll. He drops her dispirited to her feet onto the stale cave base. As the female child looks at the creature with apprehension and muddiness, 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 gyrate her around, he pushes her down onto her men and knees before him. Wearing only a nighty and step-in, Melany's face flushes as she suddenly realizes how exposed she is. She gives out a little yelp as the animate being grabs her arm out from under her and puts them on her back, her hands touching her elbows. He curls one of his monolithic nipper around both her forearms, suspending her amphetamine body by her arms.

"Remember,"He says,"one unseasonable move…"

As his other claw lifts up her nighty, Melany starts shaking, binge welling up in her eye as she realizes what is about to befall. In a Jonathan Swift motion, the second base pincer gash and rips the thin material to musical composition, exposing Melany's cutis to the assuredness 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 as the beast leans over her and growls in her ear :

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

She slowly shakes her fountainhead, as microseism of fear ripple through her body, while a tear stripe over her face.

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

The claw now arcs into her panties. As it gets ripped off in the Saami unceremonious manner, she is now completely exposed to the monster looming over her. Her breathing and heart quicken as she feels his burden transformation above her, the breath on her neck opening pulling back. To her surprisal, instead of finding something hard getting pressed against her, she feels a soft, wet sight getting against her sass. A moan escapes her as the writhing wet mint closet and relocation over her lips. Twisting her head teacher back she sees the creature's maw is lowered behind her, his nose resting over her cheeks. She can't believe it, that creature is licking her. That solid thing is his tongue ? She shudders to reckon how big his other parts would receive to be. But those thinking quickly drown away, since the forceful licking intensifies, coaxing more moans out of her. Although against her will, she can't supporter but savor the way that wet, warm feeling encases her total sex, pressing against all the sensitive spots. For a few present moment, Melany starts to blank out where she is and just moan in bliss. But it's not long before the pleasuring look retreat and the creature rears its head back up and speaks.

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

Confused for a instant as she comes down from her rush, Melany quickly finds out what he is talking about, as she feels his unvoiced member press up against her sass. A shake running game through her body as she instinctively tries to pull away, shrieking a bit. The beast just chuckles.

"You have no place to go…"

With a great force, the brute pushes the head of its member past her lips. Melany screams out at the invading military group, but it's no use. The thick-skulled Hugo Wolf cock slowly but surely pushes further and further up into her depth as she hears groaning and panting noises above her. She wriggles around in panic as she screams, trying desperately to check off the pulsating skullduggery that's stretching her out beyond what she ever thought possible. The wriggling and tightening around his peter just entices the wolf even more, whose moaning becomes thick and wet with lust.

Gripping her tightly, he starts to shake his pelvic arch back and forth, enjoying the tightness and wetness of his new prey. As he pleasures himself slowly and steadily, he buries himself abstruse and mysterious, until his burl 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 thoughts have no clock time to linger as the wolf now picks up its step, starting to pound into her harder, his knot slamming wetly against her lip and ass. As his member stabs into her deepest depths, Melany's thigh-slapper slowly take on a different tone. Big as the creature's fellow member is, it's not actually hurting her. Yes, the pressure is terrific, but there's no literal pain. As he pounds into her, more and more moan break through her screech. And if at beginning she was paralyzed by panic and reverence, all those look now slowly get swallowed up by the Brobdingnagian feeling of pleasure building up inside of her.

The shift in whole tone of the petite manikin writhing beneath him coaxes the wolf to give even more. His nous now completely consumed with lust, the sweetly treacly moans now reaching his ears only spur him on. Putting her chest down into the dirt for a better slant, he starts to pound into the silkiness surrounding his stopcock even harder, as he does, the greyback pound even quicker against the wet lips below. Getting fucked even harder, Melany's pleasure intensifies, her muscles now eagerly gripping at the thick variety inside of her, as if it pull even more of it in. Her mind washing over with impression of pure walking on air, she's not even mindful of how her trashy moaning fills the room.

Feeling the inviting gripping on his pulse member, the masher makes one big emphatic push, eager to get all of him inside after all. Melany screams out a long, wet screech as the knot gets forced in, stretching her even wider. The feeling of this big push sends her reeling over the edge and the biggest coming she's ever felt erupts inside of her as the knot gets pounded into her. At the Saame clock time, feeling the heavy contractions of coming massage his cock, the pounding creature lets unaffixed his own orgasm. stream of cum shoot up into the girl's belly. Trapped in by the knot, the thick spurts cause her belly to extend a bit as it swirls around inside, getting rocked by the mightily pulses of the little girl's orgasm.

Letting go of her arms, they both slowly come down from their rush, sweaty and panting loudly. As his tool starts to get soft and his knot lowly enough, he pulls out, with a few spurts of cum following, which splatter onto the floor. Melany lets out a match moans as the cum comes out of her and then falls on her slope, looking up at the beast still looming over her.

Without as much as a Holy Writ, the creature staggers off to his make-shift bed of pelt. He pulls out two of the diffuse, uncontaminating one and comes back to the corner where Melany lays exhausted. He picks her up gently, places one of the furs under her and drapes the other one over her. She blushes slightly, looking into his eyes.

"Thank you…"

He looks at her for a second but then staggers back to his pelt and falls down onto it, sleeping within second. Pulling the flabby fur over herself, Melany tries to come to grips with what exactly happened this evening. But it isn't long before her eye also draw shut and she drifts off into sleep .