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You might think you escaped from a dangerous spot, but something changes within you for better or worse. For this rabbit, a life-changing experience forced itself into her and she enjoyed it

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She ran through the forest, her rabbit heart pounding as the life-saving adrenaline ran through her veins. Her soft panting hid by the loud noises of the grass she stepped on and the bushes she moved aside to make her escape.

She knew she was being followed, but safety would be assured if she reached her village. It was too late, however, when she realized how lost she was in that forest where the light outside could barely pass through the ceiling of leaves.

With her back pressed against a tree, she recovered her breath and looked for whoever was following her. Nothing but her agitated breathing could be heard; it was as dead quiet as the darkest moment of the night. But no matter how much this cream-colored rabbit tried to run, the wolf found her anyway. Their eyes met the moment the black wolf appeared in front of her. His stare as he approached even closer made her tremble about her fate at the hands of the large male predator. With one hand, the wolf gripped the lagomorph's ears and pressed his body against her, pinning her against the tree with his weight. He stood two heads taller than her.

"Found you" - His voice made her feel a cold tickle running down her spine.

"Y-you are a stalker..." - In comparison, her voice was soft, weak, and sweet even in her current situation.

"Am I?" The wolf couldn't help but laugh, "I'm not the one who spies others when they bathe in the lake." Her face turned red after his remarks; she thought herself too clever to be discovered in her little mischief until that moment.

He smelled her. " You liked what you saw." Her arousal only added a more intoxicating sensation to her fearful and ashamed scent. That loud heartbeat of hers made him desire her more. After letting go of her ears, his left hand caressed her sides; the mixed sensation of danger and safety danced in her chest like a tornado. Her cloth top did nothing to hide her hardened nipples; the touch of the predator's fingertips and claws put her into a light trance. His calm breathing filled her ears while her legs and body weakened. She let her trembling hands wander all over his body, feeling his chest thoroughly as her fingers ran through his fur. His fur had dried recently, proving he looked for her when he noticed her presence.

The wolf's tongue traveled from her shoulder to her cheek, giving special attention to her soft, vulnerable neck. His sharp fangs poked her occasionally, teasing a bite that made her right leg involuntarily twitch.

The wolf's right hand moved aside her loincloth underneath her short skirt to introduce his index and middle finger into her exceedingly moist pussy. The moment his fingers invaded her insides caused her to give in to him as her entire body loosened up.

Her panting was heavy and profound; she held onto him as his big fingers caressed her vagina. The wolf moved his hand back and forth fast while twisting his wrist; he was determined to make her moan for him.

"I've seen easy-to-break rabbits, but you're something else." he mocked her, hiding his need to want her close as her arms rubbed his back. The lightheaded lagomorph was so lost in the pleasure to react to his remark. After licking and teasing her neck for so long, he finally dug his teeth lightly into the area between her neck and shoulder. His lips sealed completely around her trapezius, allowing him to suck it eagerly. Her soft moans were as glorious as how soft her womanhood felt

Her legs couldn't hold her anymore; she began to drop on the floor, almost like melting. The black-furred lupine was careful while helping her sit on the ground with her back gently pressed against the tree, allowing the male to continue pleasuring her with his fingers alongside that overly intense skin suction and biting. His growls were soft and spine-chilling; for her, it was some lullaby that accompanied the wet sounds of his fingers squirming in her damp womanhood and those delightfully nasty sounds his mouth made while leaving her a hickey.

"You will be mine" - With no more will to hold herself back, she tightened her inner walls around his fingers and reached her orgasmic release. His fingers and the grass between her legs dampened with her love juices. Her satisfaction was so vast she fainted right there on the floor.

When she returned to her senses, the wolf was no longer on her; his touch disappeared like a breeze. "Radyra!" she heard from a nearby voice familiar to her that was getting closer to where she was sitting.

"Radyra! Are you alright?" He said while rushing towards her. She couldn't think of what to say; she was as confused as him, not to mention how difficult it would be to tell her mate that a wolf seduced her. The rabbit of maroon fur gently hugged her, glad to find her safe. She was hesitant to embrace back; her thoughts still were stuck on that predator of dark hair. Before she could say or think of anything to explain her current position, her mate continued, "We can talk about this back home... grab your basket, and I'll help you walk home, my dear."

<<"The basket!">> she thought, the one she used to pick berries until curiosity took over her to lead her out of her way to look at that wolf in the lake. The rabbit was surprised to see the basket next to the tree, overfilled with all sorts of berries.

That feeling of something not being right made her heart feel heavy. During the trip home, she was unsure what to say. What excuse could explain the long distance away from the village, the love wound on her shoulder and fainting under a tree without ratting out her encounter with a wolf? Her mind wandered through all the different excuses until they returned to the village.

Walls made of logs surrounded the village. Within them, the rabbits dug their burrows under the enormous trees to make cozy underground homes that allowed a sturdy ceiling and a wide enough opening that let the light get in the hole.

Her mate left her in her burrow while he gathered some herbs that may be necessary; after all, she was lost all night long. In her solitude, the attacker's words resonated in remembrance of the mark left on her neck. With her fingertips, she felt the wounds left by his fangs and the swollen hickey within them. She reached for the small vase full of water to see her reflection. She was relieved to know the marks left by the wolf were well hidden under her fur.

Her mate arrived a few minutes later with tea herbs alongside some vegetables to make into a soup. As he tossed the vegetables into the pot and added the water, he questioned Radyra about what had happened. Knowing her mate didn't see the wound, she finally came up with a good explanation. "While picking berries, I heard the sounds of growling and pursuit. I realized collecting berries there wouldn't be safe, so I went another way. That's how I got there; as for my long absence, I found a berry I had not seen before. It was delicious and a bit too addictive, I ate a few, and in a short time, I found myself so tired I fainted."

The maroon rabbit was initially skeptical about her story, but seeing her innocent face and analyzing how genuinely she told it convinced him that she was telling the truth. She was relieved when he seemed to accept it.

Once the food and tea were made and served, she wasn't quite as hungry as she expected. As she saw the vegetables floating in the bowl, her mind was still stuck in the wolf's words. Would he be watching her? Would he hide in the shadows waiting to strike once again? Would he do more than before? These thoughts scared her and aroused her; she could barely contain herself.

In need of fresh air, she excused herself and left the burrow, much to the displease of her mate. For her, the river next to the village was one of the places she could find peace.

While on her knees, cleaning her face with the freshwater, she heard the sounds of young rabbits playing in the water several feet away from her. Her smile was as bright as the summer sun from seeing the younglings playing lively and happily. She always wanted kids on her own, but even before her wild encounter, she wasn't quite sure about having kids with her current mate.

She focused on her thoughts, unable to hear the stranger getting behind her to catch her in his strong arms. He covered her mouth with his big hands and dragged her silently into the bushes. She recognized the sound of that heart. It was him. His right arm wrapped around her waist while his left hand tightened against her mouth.

"Hello again, little snoop" Her scream was heavily muffled by the tight grip of his hand covering her mouth. He nuzzled her neck where he left the hickey, to be more precise. She once again felt the rush of danger flowing in her heart. "I told you, my dear rabbit. You're mine". His right hand lowered her top and exposed her soft, round breasts. "You seem happy to see me," he said the moment he rubbed her hardened nipples.

He whispered into her ear as he pinched, caressed, and squeezed her breasts. "I'm surprised you did not tell on me. Was it to protect your boyfriend? Or to keep our little affair secret?" Her eyes opened wide, and her cheeks turned red.

His chuckle gave away that his suspicions were correct. The wolf nuzzled her neck simultaneously as he caressed her right tit. "You're something special, you know," whispered into her ear before licking her cheek hungrily. "I want you to be mine, rabbit. But it's no fun just taking you. I want you to come for it". His words scratched an itch she didn't know existed. Her life had been carefree due to the safety of her village until he showed up. Her body tensed; Radyra had already accepted to be taken by him, so hearing she had a choice proved to be something unexpected.

"However, I know you'll need some persuasive measures while you choose" His soft laugh full of mischief gave her goosebumps, yet the feeling couldn't compare to the sensation of his big, hard cock getting shoved between her legs. She looked down to see 4 inches of his length poking out from between her pillowy thick thighs. It felt huge; he wasn't pressing his waist against her rear. Her muffled scream of worry was quickly cut short when he used her thighs for pleasure. Back and forth, his warm member rubbed her fluffy inner thighs and, consequently, her soft clitoris.

With one of her tits being fondled and her thighs being used, Radyra felt the comfort of the wolf's body. The warmth of both organs being rubbed together made her moan with delight. The speed at which his rod rubbed her womanhood was fast despite his careful thrusts. The rabbit felt the veins of his cock throb under her pussy, pumping blood to his raging boner.

In that spot, they were completely hidden, yet a small space between the bushes allowed her to see the younglings from before still playing. Her ears were more focused on the sounds the wolf made from the pleasure of her thighs, but her thoughts were still hers even when clouded by the horny hug of her lupine companion.

Her vision blurred once more as the passion of his thrusts satisfied her strongly. Her mental image of those young rabbits corrupted as she started to see herself in it, with wolf pups happily scrambling and playing with each other who looked like the wolf holding her from behind.

<<"My children...">> she thought right before reaching her climax and returning to her senses with a muffled yet slightly louder moan as her bodily fluids coated his cock. The wolf smirked, delighted by the evident sign of pleasure his prey made. When he let her go, the rabbit fell on her knees as her orgasmic release turned her legs into jelly.

Little did she have to recover from the exhausting moment when the wolf rammed his whole member into her mouth. He pinned her head against a nearby tree the moment his glans entered her wet mouth, ran over her tongue, and finally stretched her throat once it went as deep as he could when her nose touched his pelvis.

Her eyes stared up at his eyes in evidence of her own defenseless and arousing position. His thrusts were rougher and quicker than the ones he did when he used her thighs. Radyra's moans and whines were silenced by his length and overshadowed by her throat's wet sounds while swallowing and slightly gagging. Her lips wrapped tightly around his cock, almost by instinct. Her lips were smooth, a great contrast to his strong wood abusing her throat that traveled back and forth from her tongue to her throat.

The intensity of the predator's thrusts was so wild she gripped his waist to hold on. The sounds of struggling moans and forced gulps only motivated him to fuck her throat harder than ever. He pushed his length deep into her already tight esophagus, allowing for each hump he made a more thorough massage.

Despite the almost impossible capability to breathe, the overly rough treatment her pharynx was receiving, and the risk of being caught, Radyra's heart raced with adrenaline and an indescribable sense of happiness that climaxed in his entitlement to pump his produce into her mouth. His rod was so deep inside her that she instantly felt his thick semen travel down her stomach, feeding her with his cum.

Nothing mattered to her other than the gratifying sight of the wolf smiling in delight. The joy of having his thick milk poured down her throat intoxicated her beyond belief, like a newly discovered purpose willing to indulge. Every second that lasted brought her pure enjoyment until the very last drop had been swallowed.

She coughed once he pulled his cock from her mouth. Once Radyra's breathing stabilized, the wolf kneeled in front of her and granted her a well-deserved kiss, as passionate and thrilling as their first encounter. Their lips locked tight while their tongues danced together, sharing their spit while their hearts beat as one.

Although short, the fulfillment from it once their mouths separated to catch their breath couldn't be replaced. "You know where to find me," said the wolf before walking into the sea of trees, bushes, and shrubs.

Many thoughts wandered in Radyra's head as the male faded into the woods, from her partner's feelings to the thrilling life ahead of her if she were to leave. Choices, options, and possibilities kept her company on her way home. The mundanity of her village, as safe as it was, felt partially empty for her. Her choices did not weigh until that day; even her mate wasn't someone she chose.

The night arrived, and her thoughts were more centered around that afternoon with the wolf. Compared to the wolf's arms, the bed didn't grant her comfort. Its warmth paled next to his dangerous embrace. Yet, as sleepless as she was, Radyra felt the need to let the pillow under her head make her think in peace.

Her choices were all as flavorless as the soup from early. The only authentic meal she ever eats, despite its mix of flavors, constantly tastes the same. Only the berries in the wild, in different shapes, flavors, and colors, brought her a change comparable to waking up in a new world.

Her mate handed her a bowl of soup every day, as plain and unfulfilling as the day before. A slow descending road into madness. But, the wolf putting in her mouth all the berries she had never known without even asking for them resembled a more rocky and mysterious path with ups and downs like sliding on the branch of a huge tree.

The hands she'd touch while following each path, those that would have the right to touch her. Once in her dreams, she could see her mate's hands rubbing from her naked belly to her round breasts with no rush, worry, effort, or soul. His body over hers in a tight cuddle as weightless as air and his dick, unappealing and unsatisfactory. A vegetable soup in itself. The maroon-furred rabbit embraced her loosely, incarcerating her in the same spot until those dark-furred hands ripped it off her. The claws scratched, caressed, and pinched her torso; their vigorous energy didn't let her catch a break from their attention. The wolf's body over hers pressed Radyra against the ticklish grass while his cock delved deeper into her. Extravagant sensations like the berries from the outskirts of the village.

When the moon was at its peak, she was woken up by the remembrance of her predator's touch; her heart began pulsating like the first time he caught her when she made up her mind. Everyone in her village was asleep, and the obscurity from the sky gave way to the moon shining as bright as ever, allowing for a well-ventured stroll or even a dream-chasing escapade.

She ran across the forest to find that lake near where she tried to collect berries with no fear or worry about other animals catching her, but with concern her wolf would not be there. She recognized that bush of berries and stopped in her tracks; the rush of finding him was killing her. She looked from side to side and kept her ears wide open, he had to be there, or at least that's what she wanted to believe. Radyra wanted this; she craved it no matter what fate followed after.

It was the first time she saw the lake at night, the water sparkled below the great white moon, and she even realized there was a waterfall with water so blue like the noon sky. She looked around for him; her whole purpose was to be in his arms. Just when she lost hope of finding him, she jumped when she heard someone behind her. Took her a few seconds to make up her mind and slowly turn around to see whoever was behind her. She didn't tremble or even feel her heart beating like crazy when he stood there with an arrogant smirk.

Their eyes met in a long stare. Radyra could hear her quick, nervous heartbeat and the wolf's calm, soothing heart. Scared but confident with her decision, she undid her skirt and top to let them fall on the floor, thus revealing her soft, curvy body in all its naked magnificence. A small chuckle came from the wolf before making a proud-hearted howl to confirm his successful catch.

Pressing her back against the tree, he held her legs around his waist and shoved his manhood into her small and tight femininity. It was the first time she allowed her to moan as loud as she could. The blood from her hymen enveloped his cock immediately as he humped her proudly. Her inner walls embraced it with desire as it traveled back and forth. His glans kissed her cervix just as passionately as their kiss. The smoothness of her insides countered the stiffness of his rod. Her pussy hugged and massaged his cock every time their crotches clashed and separated before slamming together again.

Her moans were loud for the pleasure of her new mate, but her joy was fueled by those grunts and groans coming from the lupine, unable to hide his satisfaction. His thrusts were vigorous and intense, each as thrilling as the next, leading his length to thoroughly caress every inch of Radyra's pussy.

Radyra was incapable of enduring the sheer contentment of her companion's energetic humps. The extensive stroke of the wolf's cock pressed her most sensitive spots. Its fast and rough caress was better than what her fantasies theorized. It was a tight fit; however, when his manhood reached her cervix, they felt their bodies were made for each other. He felt so welcomed inside her, and she was charmed to have him take her body; his cock belonged inside her pussy.

Their unceasing energy was reciprocated in their efforts to indulge together intensely in the bliss of desire. The more he humped, the more savage his lust became. Instantly, the wolf turned Radyra around and pinned her head and chest against the floor with his right foot-paw leaning on her back. The rabbit's rear was held high.

Bracing herself, she gripped the grass before his cock rammed back into her pussy. The male did not hold back on his passionate thrusts. The thunderous smack of his waist slamming against the soft bottom of the female shook her body alongside the ecstatic goosebumps that ran down her back every time the throbbing length bulged her belly.

The wolf embraced his most primal instincts. With no other thought than breeding the female he was dominating, the lupine held Radyra's ankles and pulled them as he savagely shoved his length as deep as he could into her pussy and released plenty of his thick sperm. He filled her womb instantly; he had poured so much into Radyra's womanhood that it dripped out of her.

The runaway rabbit made a scream of pleasure almost as strong as his when they both reached their most overwhelming climax yet.

The wolf laid on his mate as soon as the last drop of cum entered her body. Their shared passion finally took its toll, exhausting the two mammals to make them instantly fall asleep. But the wolf wasn't ready to sleep yet. His hand caressed Radyra's back and slowly went up to her neck. The marks of teeth he left in their first encounter felt as fresh as before. His mouth turned watery; her precious back was a sight as delectable as a piece of meat hanging on a rope. Thus, the wolf opened his maw wide before going for a bite.

The following day, a group was sent to search for Radyra. Among them was her previous lover. Although extensive and careful, their pursuit of the female lagomorph proved inefficient. It wasn't until midday when their quest ended near the lake where Radyra's clothes were discovered on the ground bathed in blood. It was a shocking discovery despite their not-so-unbearable pain. They were lamenting her death, yet they were not as stricken since their village had no real shortage of people. They gathered her clothes and brought them back to the town. As for Radyra, she was resting over the black wolf's body, enjoying a glorious morning while eating fresh wild berries from her lover's wounded arm.

"Where will we go, Vordan?" asked the rabbit after eating the berries.

"Wherever we want"