In the forest
(I kinda have low expectations for this story, so go easy on the criticizms ^ ^;;;...)
In the forest
By Rowyin Darkwulf
All characters are © Rowyin Darkwulf
The mid-day sunlight filtered down onto the ground, the forest canopy blocking all but a small amount of the afternoon heat. Sitting upon a rock, basking in the sun was a large black wolf. The male sat nude upon the boulder, his eyes closed as if he was sleeping. His ears were constantly moving though; nose scanning every scent the wind brought to him. This part of the forest was his territory, and he was known to guard it tenaciously. He sits up as a new scent reaches his nostrils. There was defiantly someone in his area. He bolted off quietly into the brush.
Somewhere on the other side of the forest, a doe was cautiously walking through the underbrush. The fur around her eyes was matted with drying tears. She sighed, not wanting to look back at what happened a few hours ago. Although she tried to pay attention to the unfamiliar surroundings, but her mind kept wandering back to the past. Her ears perked up when she heard rustling in the bushes. She spooked, and began to run, but it was too late.
Before she was able to take a few steps she was suddenly tackled by something large and black. She struggled as they rolled together on the ground. She continued to struggle until she realized that she was pinned on her back. She froze, feeling the set of sharp teeth lightly surrounding her throat. She looked fearfully up at the large black wolf whose teeth had encircled her throat. He slowly pulled away, looking over his prey as she whimpered with fear under his large body. She was a fine example of a deer female. The swell of her bosom pushed up into his chest with each of her frightened pants. Her hips and rump, from what he had seen while he stalked her, were defiantly made for breeding; wide hips and a firm, well rounded rump.
He chuckles softly to himself. "So what do we have here... a trespasser in my part of the forest?" He says with a bit of a growl. She shrunk down against the ground, trying to distance herself as much as she could from him... despite the fact that it was futile. She had heard stories of how predators were from her mother. She was told that preds were vicious beasts who wouldn't pass up the opportunity for a free meal. And yet, he was hesitating, and even talking to her. "I... I'm sorry... I didn't know..." She whimpers. He thinks to himself for a bit. "Well... I don't count that as an excuse..." he pauses, "You do know what happened to prey when they wander into pred's territory?" He asks. She nods in response, still trembling with fear, but for some reason, in the back of her brain she was slightly aroused.
She didn't understand it... something about being pinned under a strong male was making her wet between her legs. He sniffed at her, then smiled to himself. She yelps loudly as he gets up and picks her up, tossing her over his shoulder as he walks away from the area. She renews her struggles, trying to break away from him and flee, but he had a grip of steel which made her chances for escape moot. Her mind was racked with images of him taking her off to his pack for them to feast on her, causing her to cry once more.
They soon came upon a clearing in the brush, a large rock outcropping lying against the rear wall of trees. There was a circle of small rocks surrounding a small pile of ashes and charred wood. The large rocks opened to a small cave, which the wolf stepped into. The floor was lined with dead leaves upon which several furs lay atop, making the floor quite soft. Near the rear of the cave was a small pile of bones of a deceased animal, its skull sitting atop the pile as if watching over the cave.
The wolf tosses the doe down onto the pile of furs as he stepped back to the mouth of the cave, gathering a few things and tossing them out. The doe was slightly surprised that the only scent she could smell was his own, which permeated the cave. Again she felt a slight pang of arousal shoot through her growing fears. She inadvertently glanced between his legs, eying his rather large sheath. He steps back over to her, kneeling down next to her as she curls into a ball, whimpering loudly. "Please! Please don't eat me!" She sobs, forcing a chuckle out of the wolf. "Well my little doe... that might not be avoidable..." He replies with a grin.
He strokes a hand over her slim side, causing the doe to shrink away from him. She looks back over to him and notices something out of the corner of her eye. Slowly swelling out of his sheath was his red wolfhood. She gasped softly at the size of it when it stopped increasing in size. It was almost a foot long, and tapered to a rather large diameter. Near the base of it was a slightly swollen bulb of flesh, which lightly pulsed with his heartbeat. She remembered what other females who had mated said about the shafts most of the bucks had, and they sounded small compared to the one before her. She felt her loins begin to burn from the sight and scent of his maleness. She yelps again as he grabs her, firmly rolling her onto her back, spreading her legs and holding her down. She didn't move, her body frozen, but for some reason it wasn't with fear, but anticipation.
He reaches over between her legs, stroking his blunt claws over her sex, making her squirm. She shuddered with pleasure... the feelings she was getting was something she had never experienced before. He grins and continued the slow stroking of her sex, his fingers spreading her outer lips, exposing her clit. His thumb flicks over the erect nub, causing her to stiffen, bolts of pleasure shooting up and down her spine. She lets out a small moan, causing him to chuckle slightly as her sex gets wetter and wetter. He pulls his hand away, taking his shaft and maneuvering over her body, pressing the head of his shaft to her sex.
Her eyes open wide when she feels the obstruction pressing against her entrance. She grits her teeth as her entrance stretched around the wolf's large shaft. He groans lightly at her tight entrance, and once again as the tip of his shaft presses against a small barrier of skin inside her sex. She winces as she feels her maidenhead flex against the intruding shaft. He pulled his hips back slightly, then thrust them forward, his shaft piercing through her hymen, the head hitting the back of her tunnel. She yells out her pain as her virginity is taken from her, tears of pain streaming down the already matted fur on her cheeks. They both sit there unmoving for several minutes, the wolf waiting until he is sure she isn't feeling any pain before he begins to move his hips out again. She whimpers as she feels the fading pain in her loins.
Soon enough the pain changes to pleasure, the wolf's shaft striking the back of her tunnel with each of his in strokes. He keeps his thrusts slow, relishing the feel of her tight sex squeezing his long shaft. She moans softly, not wanting to make her pleasure apparent, although he could already tell from the way her boy was reacting to the mating. He unexpectedly changed the angle of his thrusts, causing her to cry out suddenly as the head of his shaft grazes a particularly sensitive part of her vaginal canal. He lowers his head to one of her breasts, taking an erect nipple into his mouth and suckling on it. She gasped softly at the attention, and soon was pressing her chest up into his head.
As his thrusts sped up, her resistance to the pleasure decreased. At first her hips slowly moved up to meet his strokes. Her legs were soon wrapped around his back, pulling herself up against him as he pounded into her. She was moaning loudly now, her hands gripping at his back. After a few more thrust she feels something large pressing against her sex every time he bottomed out inside of her. It was a part of the wolf's shaft, that she could tell... but she didn't know what it was, or what it was for. She felt another small lance of pain as his shaft pressed hard against the back of her tunnel. Her cervix had been forced open by the tip of the wolf's shaft.
With that little event, she was able to feel the rest of his shaft press into her, the knob of flesh a the base of his shaft pressing hard against her set would spread her lips farther with each in stroke, causing her to wince through the pleasure. She could feel his heavy balls hitting with each thrust, his moans and grunts becoming more and more frequent. She felt his thrusts become more desperate, his breaths coming out in pants. Their place of union was a mess of their fluids, the fur under them starting to get soaked with the combination of pre and her sex juices. His hand slid under her rump, pulling her up as he did a series of short, hard thrusts.
His last thrust pushed the whole of his shaft into her. She could feel the knot at the base of his shaft pulsing inside her, increasing even more in size, locking their hips together. She could feel the head of his shaft inside her womb. He moans loudly, his scrotum drawing up to his body as he orgasms. The odd sensation of his seed filling her womb sent her into her own orgasm, causing her to shudder heavily and moan loudly, pressing her hips up against his. He continues to lightly thrust against her as he came down from his orgasm, softly panting above her. The doe was exhausted from the past events, and as she came down from her orgasm, she slowly fell unconscious, her hips still tied to the wolf's...
The end for now...