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I'd hit the ground with a raw_thump_ and a loud whine of pain and surprise, the breath being knocked right out of my mouth and nose. The twigs and sticks that lay across the floor snapped against the weight of my heavy lupine body, and the leaf-litter dampened from the recent rains would squelch and squish into my fur. Before I could even try to catch my breath, a paw would slam down on my muzzle, muting all but the fearful sounds that I could choke from my throat, and pushing my chin into the damp soil and fallen leaves of the forest floor. I'd struggle, collecting roots and pine needles in my thick fur, but his forearm would press to my back, pinning my arms and shoving me down, before I felt the whole of his weight come to throw itself over me.

He kicked my ankles to the sides, dragging my sandal-wrapped footpaws through the undergrowth, catching on the plants and scattering the waterdrops from the vivid green leaves that filled these depths of the forest. My own face was near enough stuck into a clump of ferns by a rotting log, kept there by his stronger, bigger paw, my own just trying to reach out and take hold of anything as a weapon, unable to quite get the purchase to elbow back or claw, yet my grip found nothing but clods of soil that stuck to my pawpads. It'd whine again, although a snarl right by my ears sent them flat against my skull, a warning to keep myself down and quiet, else things were going to get rough. Breath rippled my fur, already stood on end from the chase, sending tingling jolts down to my skin below it, his brow coming to press the back of my head, muzzle against my neck, letting me hear every panting breath that left his lungs.

Freeing his arm from my back with a fumble, he instead went to the loincloth of fur and rawhide around my waist, paws closing around the skirt and yanking it up, flapping it up over my waist to bare my rear to him. His already naked fur would touch my cheeks, as he straddled me, kept my legs in check with his own, obviously experienced at this. When I saw his scarred face, I knew he was an older male, and his body was well fed and strong, enough to so easily hold me down not just with his muscle, but the way I could almost feel the sharp gaze of his amber eyes boring into the back of my brain, sending stabbing tingles through my spine. I didn't even need to steal a scared glance back to know what was happening.

The thick, tapered end of his cock, mixed tones of deep, crimson red and pale pink with spiderwebs of throbbing veins, starting to slide out of the sheath of dense black fur that covered his manhood. I could smell the musk of his body through the dirt that covered my nose, smell the sweat on his pawpads, the strength of his_male_ odour, leaking out in the precum that he'd no qualm drooling all over the fur of my rear, hot, runny strings that soaked right into my fur and peppered me with his scent. Letting go of my tail, obviously expecting me to play his game and stay still and good, he'd take his free paw to give it a few strokes. The sound of the firm, cushioned pads on his length; slow, firm, smooth motions up and down, clear, even with my ears so low and submissive.

Then the weight that pinned my back was shifting, his hips were coming down, bringing with them the humid warmth of his body, the burning heat of his malehood as it sought my entrance, guided by his paw. Pushing and poking, it pressed the soft fur around my unprotected womanhood, the pudgy little cushions that surrounded my hole, before he found flesh, lips, a tunnel for him to line his end with, then_force_ forwards his haunches. It was swift, enough to make me take in a sharp breath through my nose, although as my lungs filled, his exhaled a deep contented sigh, as he slid into my body. Inch after contoured inch opening up my wet inside, flowering it around him in a tight hold, my sensitive flesh dragging over him with a slick, gut-tingling friction. It came with a deep, male, sigh or relief, at finally getting to sink his dick into the prey he'd been hunting, chasing through his forest, exacting his toll on a trespasser.

I should have known straying so far in the search of prey with my heat practically dripping out of me would have had consequences. Yet now here I was, as his second paw came to press on my muzzle and he lay on me, leaving only room for my legs to push and kick what they could against his, for my shoulders to try in vain to lift against his chest, as I tried to work my own arms around in the hope of finding some vantage. I could reach his sides, maybe dig in my claws, yet why else was his muzzle so close to the back of my neck? His lips almost teasing the soft skin there, his teeth no doubt bared for his breath to push out, hot and sour, whilst his hips rolled and he revelled in the pleasure of sinking into his conquest.

His size was impressive, or would be, were I looking for a mate and having to judge. The hot, hard, thickness of his shaft was pressing out my tunnel and reaching deep, every pulse and throb that ran through its length thumping against the walls within me like a soft drumbeat. Was it the rhythm of his heart? Or just the pump of his preseed, to prepare my heat-stricken pussy for his taking? Before I could spend too long thinking on it, he pulled back, and I could almost feel the slick squelch that came with it, as the thick head pulled along all my wetness, the constant musky damp within that signalled the state of my womb, and how whilst I might not be looking for a partner, my body more than was.

There was no need to think of my pleasure for him. Hips up, but not too high, then down again. The first three were slow, as if he was adjusting his length to me, adjusting his width to the tightness of a wolfess yet to take a male. That's what I got for living in the villages, worshipping the New Gods and living with my clothes and tools. His was the way of nature, not order, that when the signal was there, it should be taken. As he did his duty to his world, the force would increase. His hips would land on my rear with a soft thump, and I could feel the friction building in my nethers as he pumped his cock with a slow and steady strength.

His breath grew faster, and I could feel moisture, as his tongue came out to pant, almost licking the back of my head. I couldn't deny my own breath rose, my heart started to hammer even more, to the point I was sure it was hitting my lungs and causing a pit in my chest. My knees tried to knock inwards, but were stopped by his own legs, the toes of his paws spreading and digging into the soft loam. My own toes shifted, but it was to curl in and squeeze my footpads, as the state of my body started to taint me with euphoria. Could I call it_pleasure_, as this wild wolf held me down and took me in a feral silence?

It was certainly something solid as his dick reached into my depths and seemed to stretch into spaces I didn't even know I had, as the heavy set of balls in his dark furry sack swung down against the soft pad of my mound, as his weight oppressed my body and kept it pinned to the earth, sprawled against nature itself whilst the only sounds that escaped us were grunts and huffs, the bristle of fur on fur, and the steady wet pumping of his hard male shaft into my slick feminine flower, depositing his warm fluids with each forceful throb, as he plunged it up to the sheath, letting the hairs tickle and taunt the sensitive skin that enveloped him.

I was unable to even respond to him, helpless, even as I tried to find some way to release my tension, the sensations building up in my body. I couldn't pant, or growl, or moan as he kept my muzzle shut. When I arched my back or lifted my rear, his body pushed it down again, smothering me. I could spread my toes and curl my firsts, claw at the ground and snuffle through my nose, close my eyes and let them roll, only concentrate on what my heat wanted me to feel. Warm. Wet. Comforted. Close. Safe. Owned, by each increase of his firmness to his thrusts, by the way he rose his speed until his hips were smacking, loudly, off of my ass, by the way he just took_possession_ of me.

He was close, I could feel it. Maybe I was too, by the way my body rebelled against sense and reason. However, I wasn't brainless. I could still think; he was well into it now, perhaps I could struggle an escape? Yet as if he knew my thoughts through that piercing stare, the weight suddenly seemed to increase as he dropped all his muscle on my back, yet lifted his rump to better start to pound at me, rutting with an animal passion that I'd never seen from the men at camp, the wet friction of his bestial cock sending great spasms of rippling warmth that blossomed through my walls and seemed to act like lightning, surging through every nerve, attacking my vulnerable little pussy,forcing it to obey, to contract around him thrust after thrust.

His muzzle came forwards and grabbed me by the scruff, hard, sharp, predator teeth taking me by a spot I felt as sensitive as the bare breasts I had pushed into the plants and moss crushed under my body, scraped against them each time my body was forced forwards and back by his own. A snarl, deep, bassy, rumbling, escaped from the back of his throat, telling me right where I stood. Stay. Submit. Or be punished. I knew what he wanted. I could feel it. A thickening at his base, a swelling, growing fast, with each thrust, each throb, each excited spurt of watery lubricant getting me ready to take it: His_knot_.

Pressing his hips right against mine, his sheathe almost pushing to my lips, he let me feel it. No pause as he fucked me, that was for sure, the thrusts fast and shallow, sending that growing ball of meat in and out of my lips, stretching them, letting them squeeze him, forcing my contracting cunt to milk the dick he forced into it. I couldn't see his knot, only feel it growing, bigger and bigger, in-out-in-out, each time the strain to tug it free growing harder, yanking on my lips and hole, although even that sent shivers rolling down the backs of my legs, right to my clenching toes. He was letting me feel the last moments where I could possibly escape. That last point, where if I could struggle enough, I'd be free of him.

I think it must've been the size of my balled fist as it shoved in, then refused to leave, just tugging on my cunt, locking us together. Tying us. Surely that was too big, but from the way it just seemed to stretch everything, force it all open as his cock drove down as far as it would go - I could just envision it; this ruby red, swollen ball of hot meat showing through my stretched pussy, just his root and sheath sticking out, before he dug his knees into the ground and pushed until his sheath met my lips, until I could feel the sheer heat radiating off of his sack, as it rested on my mound.

My male wasn't done with me yet, though. Those balls would swing and tap as he kept up his thrusting, even with his knot stretching my lips he had to keep on going, stuffing his dick into the tightest space he could, urging my walls to squeeze him, to milk him. I knew the triumphant expression on his face, as those breaths on my neck grew ragged and deep, coming from the raw base of his throat. I just knew how his ears would slant back and his eyes were closed, no doubt a grin on the corners of his muzzle as his teeth ground into my scruff. But this physical pleasure he took from me, it wasn't enough:

The paws on my muzzle loosened, not enough to free me, but to let it open. He wanted to hear me. Hear as first I could just whine, high and keening, a plea of mercy, of help, before his hips jammed forwards and my call was abandoned in favour of a moan. A long, slutty, needing moan, my fingers digging the ground, my eyes rolling into the back of my head, until all I could see was red light. How was it I could just know, with his next grunt, that smirk on his face, as the 'civilised' wolfess moaned on the cock he'd forced her to take? I'd no control anymore, not that I had any to begin with, as he pulled back again, let that beast of a knot stretch my opening wide, forced my battered lips to bulge obscenely, until I whined, before pushing forwards again, drawing that sweet, submissive moan out of the muzzle he caged with his paws as he came to rub his dick tip against my vulnerable cervix - the iron gate, that in my deep, rampant heat, was just waiting, wide open, inviting him to pump my uterus hot and heavy, to drain his balls into my ovaries as they released their eggs.

But how could I not moan? How could I hold in my cries out, as he bit harder on my neck, how his hips now exploded into motion? Fast, forceful, savage and snarling thrusts, as his cock started to throb uncontrollably, pulse with force, his knot swelling even larger, before I was sure I felt it squeeze back down. I couldn't even recall how long I'd been here, how long had passed since we faced off over the stream, to him tackling me down, and taking my body for his own. How long had I listened to the echo of his hips slamming my rear? The sound of his_long, thick, rock-hard cock_ driving into my dripping wet cunt? My stuffed, stretched, knotted, and so heavily fertile cunt?

The explosion was like water thrown over a fire raging out of control, each splash quenching the violent flames, releasing blossoms of steam that spread throughout my body, from the heart of the sensation right to the tips of my toes and fingers. As I felt his fluids, his_seed_, his spunk, his cum flood inside me, claiming me with every thick, steaming splash that filled my womb, all of my muscles seemed to just defy me, going tight as if wound by a crank, my back arching into his pressing chest, holding us together, my neck going cramped as he bit it hard with his teeth, my toes curling so hard I thought they were going to pop, and the claws of my paws dug into my palms. A lightning spasm ran through my pussy, from the lips covered over by his quivering ballsack, to the inner depths that felt each hot, watery dose of his virile climax, where it hit me with the most intense pleasure I was sure I'd felt.

I didn't know if he'd got time to sneer, in his euphoric grunts, in his firm, growling bliss, at the fact I really was moaning like his_bitch;_ huffing and panting, my tongue lolling out my muzzle as he loosened his paws more. There was no attempt to suppress my tone as I pleaded for him, begged for this wild wolf, with my groans, my whines, my choking howl as I came around his cock, my slick spade squeezing his knot and only urging him to fill me more, to bloat my inside with his spunk and keep it there, a warm pool right against my womb. How much did it take to make a pup? How much to make a litter? I'd no idea, truly, how a baby came from seed and heat, although with how it felt as I writhed below him, surely I'd have many.

Time seemed to turn to a slow drip, my mind like glistening, golden tree sap rolling down the bark of an old pine tree, as I just felt him pulse and pulse, his full and fat sack taking an age to empty, the hot, sticky pressure growing between my womb and his knot, as I bathed in the afterglow of this orgasm forced unto me by this naked savage, holding me down with his weight and teeth and making sure every drop from his huge testicles, could wash through my uterus. That that my body was plugged and his seed stewed in my womb and my body was ensured to carry his children. Things only seemed to start to return to normal, bringing an ache to my head and joints, the cold dampness of the forest clammy against my fur, and even the sound of birds singing in the canopy above dizzying to my flattened ears, when his knot came free with a tug and a distinctly sloppy splurt, a flood of his warm seed quickly following, the pressure almost spraying it across my thighs and mound.

His cock had only softened a little, and as it drew out, I just thought it would never end, as long as a spear in my mind as it just kept dragging on my walls, until once more I was empty, save the rush of cold air against my stretched lips, and the faint loneliness of my body after he'd mounted me so long, and the life he'd left to mature within me. I didn't lift my head as I heard his feet on the soil, felt his weight shift, the male standing up. I lacked will, at least for the moment, as his shadow fell over mine. What could I do? He'd taken what he wanted, his goal of having my body one of success, whilst I lay defeated on the ground. Yet he was not totally finished.

With the sound of a rushing stream, warmth would hit my fur, almost immediately soaking right in. A deep, acrid smell of male, wild male that my nose only recognised from markings on trees as I'd ventured into this territory. It was more potent than anyone from my village, as he spread it up my back, from my tail to my neck, making it so that even if I managed to lose the scent of sex, I'd be smelling of his dominance over me for weeks. All of my village would know I'd let a male of the Old Gods take me, a savage from the woods mount me in my heat, enact his desires and leave one of us with his young. I couldn't go and admit that. Be treated as an unclean. But what other choice did I have?

For the first time since our meeting at the stream, I'd roll over, feeling the sloshing of liquid on my back, wincing a little as it ran over me. He'd finished marking me as his and stood proud, a definite, victorious grin on his muzzle, showing off his teeth. His deep, amber eyes set right on mine, although my gaze at first fell to the shaking of his thick sheath, as the end of his cock retreated back in. He was so big, how did it all fit into that furry package? Then I looked up, following the scarring along his well muscled body, to his shoulders and then over his muzzle. A prime wolf, the making of an alpha male for sure. Were he a member of our village, I'd be privileged to have his pups.

So what was I to do? Slink back to my people, smelling of a wild male's mark and dripping with his seed, my fur matted with soil, twigs, leaves and goodness knew what else, my spear lost and dignity robbed of me, to be treated as an unclean as some beast's little ate my food and drank my water, growing fat in my womb? Or did I abandon my heritage, abandon wolves that used tools, kept fire, made shelters, hunted with spears and clubs and knives, that lived in rank, that worshipped the New Gods, were loyal to the pack Alpha...

He turned, taking a step away from me, as if he was finished taking what he wanted, and was ready to move on elsewhere. My heart leapt, something that surprised me at first; I wasn't happy to see him leave and to try and take my freedom, but I had a - a longing to follow him. That afterglow still seemed to touch my body, so warm, so... Right. It was natural. Besital. Primal. Wolf on wolf, as nature was, in the middle of heat. But now, where was he going? Find another female, perhaps? Fill her with his pups. Maybe he'd go and hunt - I'd heard that the wild wolves only used their teeth and claws...

I had no idea. All I knew, was in my heart, there was a calling. A feeling, this drawing desire... Slowly, I'd struggle to my knees, my legs still shaky from the force of his hips. He'd pause as he heard me, although as his head turned back and his ears swivelled, I knew he wasn't showing fear. There was that grin on his face. The same grin that was on my face, as I got to my feet and took a step towards him. He knew it. I knew it.

I was a wild wolfess.

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First story in first person. A fun write, but looking for feedback!

Liked it? Hated it? Leave a comment, let me know what you thoughts, or if you're too shy to speak, leave some stars or a favorite so I can still gauge your thoughts! It's been a while since I've written anything, but hopefully I'll be able to release a few of my stories and shorts in the coming months.

As well as consider a sequel to this, perhaps.

Thanks to Cyberhorn for pointing out mistakes!

~ Serban