{"sf1_id":1569425,"sf2_id":"Welq3jGm","title":"Midnight","author":"TheCryingCrow","words":445,"posted_at":"2020-04-21T04:14:00.000Z","tags":["Murder","Port Artemis","Wolf"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1569425-midnight","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/Welq3jGm","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=1569425\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#1 of Bruce\n\nAngsty Angst. This is a small snippet of my wolf character Bruce","content":"Its midnight.\n\nThe full moon shined through the window as he stared up at the ceiling fan. He can't sleep, he keeps thinking about that deer. So small and fragile.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nShe trusted you\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nHe rolls onto his side to stare out of the window. He begins to hear his roommate fight with their \"rival\" he sees it more as aggressive flirting. His thoughts begin to roam to how his roommate looks, piercing red eyes and feathers that shine like emeralds in the sun. Their soft and hugging them brings comfort. Then the thoughts of full breast and thick thighs pass through his mind.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nDeliciously tender\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nHe shook his head trying to get the thoughts out of his mind. But they persist. Remembering how those soft feathers felt underneath his hands, how his claws dug into their thighs.\n\n  \n\nHow delicious their flesh tasted\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nNo! They're a friend, one he doesn't deserve, one who helps treat his....habit. Then the thought of that deer. She had three children and was so beautiful. Smooth caramel skin dotted with white specks, amber eyes that bore into his soul. She had lost her husband and needed someone. Bruce was all too willing to help her out. God he still gets hard thinking about her, how tight she was around his cock, how her hands gripped his hair. He began to rub his cock remembering how well she would ride him. Fuck she looked like a goddess. Whimpering and squealing as she took his knot. He begins panting as his cock drips precum, visions of that beautiful deer looking up to him as he pushed her thighs against his chest. He's close, so close, feeling her clench around him, pulling his hair.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nHer screams as you bit into her neck, drinking her blood you fill her up with your cum. You're blinded with lust and hunger as you tore the meat away from her neck.\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe cums hard remembering how loud she screamed. How delicious she tasted and how he couldn't stop pumping into her as her blood filled his mouth. Then the shame fills him again\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nShe had children you sick fuck. But not even her children were safe from your hunger.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n\nHe remembers the blood everywhere when his brother arrived and also ate with him. Then the kids came in. Bruce begins to sob as he remembers their screams. Horrid shrills as his fangs dug into them. It was the youngest that he couldn't kill. She was too small. Too innocent. He made her run. Run and never look back. He curls into a ball remembering that night. The family he ruined and the screams that won't let him sleep.\n\n  \n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Bruce","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1569435-first-time-bruce-x-holly.json"}}