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On a moonlit night, in the middle of the summer forest, a woman walked alone on her way to her grandmother's house, the cool night air creeping across her skin as she walked, the silver light illuminating her, making her stand out from the dense darkness of the woods. Her voluptuous figure was wrapped tightly in a cream corset and short white button up top, a silky scarlet miniskirt hanging just above her knees, draped over her snow white stockings, a short red cloak that barely draped past her shoulders hanging from a crimson hood that obscured her golden locks.

As she walked, a slight fog began to creep across the path, and as it grew thick like a comforter across the ground, the woman grew anxious, beginning to lose her way as the fog as she frantically searched for signs of the path, or some form of marking to guide her. Her heart raced in her chest as she scanned the blackened thicket, her skin breaking out in goosebumps as she heard the howl of a beast echo through the trees. The shrill call sent a wave of fear through her; Itsounded close, making it loud enough to be from a large animal, but she could not see its origin through the encroaching fog. Just as the feeling of being all turned around began to set in, she heard the deep panting breaths and heavy foot falls of something behind her, her heart sinking into her chest as she spun around, gazing upon the large visage of a wolfman lurking behind her, the bottom half of his figure obscured by the brush.

“O-oh! H-hello Mr Wolf.”

“Hello my dear~” his voice was low and deep, but not gravely as one would expect, his words almost soothing in her ears, strangely calming her heart as he spoke. “What brings you to venture in these woods alone at this hour?~”

“I-i am going to Grandma's house. I have sweets and baked breads for her to enjoy.” The woman stammered out, holding out her basket of freshly made treats.

“Mmm~ They do smell….quite delicious~ But not as delicious as you, my dear~”

The wolf stepped forward, the very top of his waistline coming into view, before the bush he was standing behind let out a loud snap, a part of it busting off and drooping to the ground. The wolf let out a long sigh, rubbing his eyes as lights flicked on, illuminating the room, a loud voice booming from behind the cameras, disorienting the woman as if a flashbang had gone off. “Cut! Cut! What the hell happened?”

“Seems like one of the ferns broke.” A stage hand said, stepping forward, picking up the plastic prop, half of it busted off. “We'll have to get a new one.”

“Are you all serious right now? We're already cutting our studio time close, and you wanna grab another prop?! Just, go fetch one from outside or something! You two, take five!” He snapped, shooing the stagehands away, as well as the two actors. The woman stepped away from the set, going over to the food table, returning to her tea shed prepared beforehand, sipping on it as she eyed up the doughnuts.

The wolf wasn't too far behind her, having slipped on a pair of boxers before going over to the table, helping himself to a small muffin, his tail swishing behind him as he happily stepped up and struck conversation with her.

“Amateurs, am I right?”

“You sure you didn't just step on it, big guy?” Without any of the fog or dim stage lighting, she could clearly see his toned, furry physique, his large, tree trunk arms and oven mitt sized hands making the muffin look bite sized, his massive, wide jaws proving just as much as he horked down the sweet in one go. He was honestly a little intimidating, his presence making her heart beat loudly in her chest, though she knew it was just her unfamiliarity with werewolves.

The wolf's ears folded back in embarrassment at her remark, swallowing hard and clearing his throat. “I did not!…probably.” He said, trying to sound innocent enough, rubbing the back of his neck. “So, you work with this team before, or are you just here on loan like me?”

“Yes and no. I've worked with the director before, but I'm independent for the most part. My agent hasn't found a studio that fits me, you know?”

“Ah, freelancing! Pretty admirable. Wish I could do that, but only so many people need a lycan for their films, so I stick with my own.” He said as he went for a doughnut, making her jealous as he gobbled it down.

“You really aren't doing me any good either, you know?” She huffed, picking one up herself licking off the frosting, the sweet taste coaxing a soft sigh from her.

“Hey, it takes a lot of energy to transform, I NEED this!” He sassed, teasingly going in for a second one, before the twos talk was cut short as the lights began to be flicked off again, the director calling everyone out again. “Break a leg!” The wolf called out, giving her a slightly off-putting but still reassuring toothy smile.

As everyone took their places again, she could see him just off stage, though she couldn't see his length quite well from where she stood, his below the waist area was obscured by one of the female stagehands giving him a few rubs to get him going as the shoot resumed. Again, she found herself walking along the stage, a treadmill keeping her rooted in place as she walked, a small fog machine silently being flicked on in the background, all while the backdrop was turned like a conveyor belt.

Following the script, she would act distressed, frantically looking around the set for a path that wasn't there, making sure to not accidentally look directly at the cameras. As the fog began to densen, the wolf howl qued her to step off the treadmill, and move to the middle of the set, turning her back to where the wolf was waiting, anxiously awaiting his arrival. In a few short moments, she heard him stalking up behind her, her skin crawling as she heard his heavy breathing. When she was finally facing him, she could once again only see his torso and face, the rest of him shadowed by the fake moonlight.

“O-oh! H-hello Mr Wolf.”

“Hello my dear~ What brings you to venture in these woods alone at this hour?~” Even after the first cut, his voice still managed to send a shiver up her spine, his shimmering grin only serving his suave tone. Her heart thumped in her chest, his voice giving her a sense of real fear making its way into her, before quickly dispersing. It was all part of the act, after all.

“I-i am going to Grandma's house. I have sweets and baked breads for her to enjoy.”

“Mmm~ They do smell….quite delicious~ But not as delicious as you, my dear~” He licked his lips, beginning to slowly stalk towards her, being careful not to break the props again. This time, he proved successful, pushing past the last shiny shrub, his bright red cock throbbing with anticipation, it's size and girth catching her off guard as it bobbed and swayed with his movements.

After taking a second to compose herself and remember her line, she managed to speak, though her stuttering and flustering soon became genuine as she peered down at his shaft, her heart racing as she watched his length. “O-oh dear Mr wolf! What a large c-cock you have!”

“All the better to fuck you with, my dear~” He spoke, stepping closer, dragging a claw under her chin, sending a wave of heat through her, her lips quivering at his words as her skin broke out in goosebumps once more. His claw traced its way down to her tightly constricted bosom, tugging teasingly at the shirt and corset, before he gripped them tightly with his claws, raking them down her chest and exposing her breasts.

He didn't stop there, his claws swiftly going down to her waistband, doing the same to her skirt, only leaving her short cloak and a set of thin, snow white panties and stockings untouched. She jumped back, covering herself, the ruined costume hanging on by threads as she blushed furiously, a camera panning up from her thighs to her flustered face, catching a glimpse of a small, damp spot on her underwear. “M-mr. Wolf!”

The wolf lunged forward, pinning her to the ground, licking and kissing her tits until her nipples were nice and perky, teasing one with his teeth. “Mmm~ Grandma can wait, when I have delicious sweets right in front of me~ Can't she, my dear?~” He grinned, his wide maw stretching uncomfortably as he fought to show off each and every one of his pearly white teeth for the camera, the artificial lighting making his jaws sparkle.

“M-mr wolf, w-what large teeth you have!” She stammered, squirming beneath him, his hot breath beating off her bare chest, his teeth grazing against her flesh making her body feel warm and her head fuzzy.

“All the better for marking you, my dear~” He spoke, going to her neck and lapping at her flesh, leaving a few small nibbles across her skin, before turning his attention to her shoulder, giving it a soft, yet fierce sounding bite. Even his bite wasn't a geniune, her cry certainly was, the light love bite sending another shock of heat through her, her legs buckling together as her back raised off the ground. The wolf chuckled at the sight of her squirming and spasming beneath him, his deep sultry tone ringing in her ears, and after a moment, he retracted, cleaning up the mark, his hands getting to work, one going up to her chest, while the other teased her covered slit.

His furry hands felt warm and tickily against her skin, his fingers tracing circles coaxing a bit of wetness from her slit, her hips shuddering as she lightly grinded against them. Once her shoulder was cleaned off, he moved to her neck again, beginning to leave a trail of wet kisses down her torso, his hands getting more rough the further down he got, a camera making sure to follow his face carefully. “What a big nose you h-have, Mr wolf…”

“All the better to smell you with, my dear~” He smirked, his snout hovering just over her crotch, nudging her miniskirt up and out of the way, the scent of her excitement hitting him like a heatwave. He chuckled, licking his chops as his hand moved off her slit, his tongue quickly taking it's place, dragging across the white fabric in slow, hard moves. Her mews echoed through the set, her hips pushing up against his face as he teased her, her thighs trembling as she kept them flat against the floor, making sure not to ruin the shot. Just as his claws did before, his teeth came to the waistline of her panties, pulling on them softly, before he let out a ferocious snarl, yanking them off her with a loud snap, the undies ripping seamlessly off.

Giving her no time to recouperated, the wolf dove in, his tongue pushing past her soaked lips, coiling and flicking around her walls, tasting every bit of her as she gasped and moaned, squirming around beneath him, the cameramen working hard to make sure every angle was just right while he ate her out. She couldn't contain herself, his thick, agile muscle massaging her insides felt too good for her to even try, her legs locking around his head, squeezing it tightly as he devoured her.

The wolf let out another deep chuckle as he felt her thighs squeeze him, her hands coming up and grasping the back of his head, his tail swishing behind him happily as he gorged himself on her taste. Not only that, her scent was divine, the hot smell driving him further on, his tongue coiling and flicking wildly, his cool nose poking her clit, making her walls tighten sporadically.

Despite how badly she wanted to let loose and gush against the wolf's face, she knew she had a script to follow, so she sneakily gave his ear a pinch, letting him know to move on to the next act. Even if she knew she had a script tomfollow, that didn't stop her being displeased when he withdrew his muscle from her womanhood, even moreso when he unceremoniously lifted her up, twisting her around and placing her on all fours.

As he moved to mount her, two cameras outfitted to match the bushes moved in closer, one in front of them, and another behind. The one facing their rear got a picture perfect view of his knotted cock sliding teasingly across her drenched pussy, the wolf giving the camera a show as he pressed the tip against her slit. The woman cooed audibly as she felt his tip push softly against her entrance, wiggling her hips against his, spreading her lips open slowly with the head of his shaft, her juices soaking the length as he teased her.

Once the wolf gave the camera enough footage, he snarled playfully, slowly pushing forward, penetrating her womanhood steadily, a long groan of pleasure piping up from her as he went from tip to base, his hips pressing against her rear as his knot kissed her lips. It was unlike anything she'd ever felt, the thick girth stretching her pussy, her walls quivering as the thick bulb pushed against her entrance, a hard pressure quickly building up in her nethers.

The wolf stayed buried inside her, nibbling and kissing her neck some more, swaying his hips as she got used to his size, the foreign feeling of a wolven member making her legs tremble. After a few long moments, he began to pull back out, steadily building a rhythm of thrusts as he began to bounce off her ass. Each thrust coaxed a soft groan from her, every inch of him massaging her walls as they clamped around his cock, sending waves of heat and pleasure coursing through her body, her breathing becoming hot and heavy as she felt the tip stirring up her deepest insides.

As the scene went on, the wolfs hips pumped faster and harder, his warm breath beating off the back of her neck as his hips clapped against her cheeks, his claws gropping her swaying chest as his furry sack slapped against her clit, her juices beginning to drip out of her slit, coating his crotchfur. “Mm~ So…tight, my dear~” He growled, one of his claws moving to her abdomen, massaging her stomach and using the leverage to angle himself better. The angle served them both well, her insides convulsing around his length, her intoxicating juices streaming onto the ground. “Such a sweet treat~ Sweet and…breedable~”

“B-breedable, Mr W-wolf?” She asked through her staggered moans, each thrust k rocking the wind from her as her eyes went slightly crossed, trying her hardest not to stare down the camera. Her answer would come soon as she felt his length start to throb, his hands moving off her tit and midsection, one gripping her hair tightly and pushing her face down into the ground, the other going to the small of her back, pulling her into his thrusts as he slammed forward, giving her hard, shallow bucks.

As he jackhammered down into her pussy, she felt the pressure getting more intense, her muffled cries rising in volume and octaves, her tight hole still fighting as the bulb punched against it. His felt his member begging for release, his knot pushing hard against her slit, trying to force her open and slip inside, snarling with ferocity as he pushed harder, another camera was nudged under them, focusing on her womanhood getting ravaged, ready to get a shot of the knot going inside.

Each of his hard thrusts let out a loud clap as their bodies collided, his sack churning as he got closer to knotting her. Finally, he gripped her hips tightly, his claws piercing her skin a fair bit as he yanked her ass up, dropping his full weight into his last thrust, forcing his knot in-between her lips, letting out a triumphant howl, as she whimpered and moaned underneath him. When she felt the knot pop inside, her mind went hazy, her hips flexing as she gushed hard, the intense release making her legs feeling like jelly as she let him carry her in his claws. She had almost forgot her line, only remembering as she saw the director waving over at her from behind a camera. “O-oh fuck! What a b-big knot you have…m-mr wolf.”

“All the better to...to breed you with, my dear…” He groaned, his brow furrowing as he had been fighting back his orgasm. After he finished his line however, his cue had come, his knot swelling as he began to pump his hot load into her pussy, his hips rocking back and forth, milking himself to get as much cum inside her as he could manage, before bottoming out. Each hot rope was met with a small stream of her own orgasm, her walls weakly hugging his cock as the warmth soothed her aching pussy, her body collapsible from exhaustion.

He leaned back, his hand moving off her waist and grabbing a hand full of her ass, squeezing and jiggling it, before giving it a quick slap, leaning in and whispering in her ear. “You did good hun~” The two stayed tied together in place, panting and huffing, coming down from their orgasms, as well as waiting for the scene to end.

“Alright, cut! That's a cut everybody! Pack up and clean up, were done here!” The lights flicked on one by one, director was already working on wrapping everything up with the filmcrew, the stagehands scrambling to get everything together, leaving the two naked on stage.

“Aw come on, we're still tied together here!”

“Well yank it out or take it to your car!”

The wolf grumbled, giving a quick test tug, his knot refusing to come out, only slightly deflated. “Sorry about this. Just relax.” He leaned forward, holding her in place as he pulled back hard, his thick knot wrenching against her sorry entrance, the woman clenching her fists as the pain really cked through her. After a few hard tugs, he finally managed to pull himself free, his plugged seed oozing out of her as he finally let off her head, unmounting the woman and helping her to her feet, the sensation of his seed trickling down her thighs feeling strangely pleasant.

A stagehand ran over with a few towels, helping her over to her dressing room, working with her to get her showered and dressed. When she was ready, she stepped back out onto the set, seeing a new face at the food table. A tall, tanned and toned man with slick black hair was standing with the director, the human face of the wolfman no doubt. Admittedly, it was an even more peculiar sight to see him this way than as a wolf.

As she aproched, the director ushered her over, looking over the recordings on his tablet. “Good, you're finally done. These shots look amazing, least enough for our time crunch. So just stay in the area in case we need a few more small shots. I'll call you two when we're all set and done!” With that, he hobbled off, issuing more orders to the film crew as they packed into their van.

“What a piece of work, eh?” The man whispered, snagging a bagel from behind her, flashing her a cheeky grin. “Names Jake, by the way. Don't think we were properly introduced before.”

“Angelina, and no, we weren't. At least, not like this.” She looked him over, the smooth, built figure a refreshing change of pace to the fluffy beast that was holding her down a few minutes ago. “We should probably leave before he ropes us into working though, he's done that before.”

“Sure, let's bounce.” He plugged his mouth with his snack, slipping into a plain white tee, whipping his jacket over his shoulder, before he stopped, remembering what he was waiting for her for. He mumbled something as he fished around inside his jacket, pulling out his wallet and taking out the bagel from his mouth. “By the way, wanted to give you this!” Jake pulled out a card, handing it to Angelina. It was a simple white business card with a picture of a wolf howling at a full moon, with the words Full Moon Studios scribed underneath it.

“This yours?”

“Well, my studios, but yea. We mostly do lycan stuff, and we're always looking for new talent, if lycans are your thing.”

“I dunno…this was a first.”

“No kidding!” He led the way out of the studio and into the midday sun, escorting her to her car as they continued to talk. “Well, if you ever wanted to do more, or if you know someone who does, just give one of the names on the back a call.”

“Maybe. Still testing the waters, you know?” She said as she tossed her purse into her car, giving it a start and cranking up the ac.

“Oh, yeah, no worries. Still, was fun working with you.” He smiled, putting on his shades and patting the roof of her car, turning around