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**A Night in the Woods

By: VeronicaFoxx

For: Bloodgod245**

Lita grumbled to herself as she neared the edge of the forest outside of town, glancing back to see her companions watching from the road at the gates to the town. She gave them a cheery wave, glad that they couldn't see the scowl on her face at this distance, before turning back to the trees and heading inwards. She really shouldn't have gone all-in on that last hand, especially when she had been losing so badly all night anyways. She had been sure that two pair would trump anything that Jakom could put up, but with only two silver left to her name, he had insisted that she sweeten the deal. A night spent alone in the woods without arms or armor hadn't sounded that bad at the time. Now, with dusk lengthening the shadows and the town gates creaking to a close in the distance behind her, she was having second thoughts.

Hefting her bedroll higher on her back, she let out a soft growl at her own hubris. Just how the cocky fighter had managed to pull off a full house, she wasn't going to question. If anyone had been cheating, it was that slippery rogue of a ferret. Jakom was nothing if not honorable in all his dealings. It still irked her to admit that she could only blame herself for having to rough it when there was a perfectly serviceable inn with comfy down beds and soft, warm blankets just inside the town walls. Still, a bet was a bet, and she always made good on her debts.

After a half an hour of walking, she found a small clearing amidst the trees and set about making camp, clearing away the leaflitter and straw to bare earth, digging out a small bowl for tinder and kindling, lining the firepit with stones, and piling up a comfy bit of detritus to pad her bedroll. She made sure to stack the fire so that it would last the night, a nice large one that lit the clearing quite plainly. There were rumors of a rather extraordinary wolf roaming these woods, though she had seen no hint of its spore. No sense in taking chances, though. As an additional precaution, she cut some brambles and bracken to make a small fence around the edge of the clearing, stretching it between the trees, to ensure that anything larger than a rabbit would make a good bit of noise if it came after her.

The dragoness couldn't help but let out a sigh of regret as she stripped off her clothes to bed down for the night, missing the cozy bed she was paying for even though she wouldn't be using it. A quick trip outside the bramble barrier to relieve herself, a quick snack of jerky and hardtack, and she had nothing left to do but grumble at herself about making stupid bets. It took several dozen minutes of tossing and turning and wriggling until she finally found a comfortable position in which to lay, but sleep eventually claimed her.

She was dreaming about a cavern filled with fire on one side and ice on the other when she snapped awake. Instinct had her reaching for weapons that she didn't have with her even as she scanned her surroundings. Even half awake, she catalogued everything she could see and hear, her mind scrambling to catch up and find the threat. Everything seemed quiet, nothing out of place, no intruders immediately present, but something had woken her up.

Pulling free of the bedroll, she crouched in a stance that would allow her to defend or flee at need, and more carefully peered into the shadows surrounding her. She let her eyes unfocus as she scanned the treeline, remembering the outlines that had been cast by the surrounding vegetation when she had made camp and comparing it to what she saw now. A glint made her pause, the greenish glow cast by eyes adapted to low light... very large eyes...

The dragoness gulped slightly as she focused on the creature that owned those glowing orbs, and gulped again as its size became apparent. The wolf was easily as tall standing on all fours as she was when standing upright, frozen midstep with one forepaw raised and the other resting just past the bracken fence inside the clearing. He must have brushed against it as he tried to step over it; that must have been what awakened her. It eyed her with one corner of its lip slightly raised to reveal a fang that was easily as long as one of her fingers, definitely not a beast to tangle with unarmed.

And yet, fleeing wasn't a very good option either. No matter which direction she decided on, including up, he would be on her in no more than two bounds and she didn't doubt that he could leap high enough to snap at the lower branches of the trees without effort. Slowly, the wolf lowered its raised paw and let out a growl that was so deep it rumbled in her bones, not quite a threat but most certainly a warning, as if it knew what she was thinking. Remembering something she had seen the druid of their group do when encountering a wild pack before, she lowered her gaze and let her head hang slightly between her shoulders, a signal of submission and that she wasn't a threat.

But as her eyes fell, she saw something that sparked a memory of the rumors she had heard. The direwolf that was said to hunt these woods was after something far different than food, at least when it came to travellers he happened across. One merchant was even said to be offering a bounty on its head and pelt due to an unfortunate occurrence between the wolf and his wife, and the angrily red, fully erect, and bobbing shaft between the wolf's legs seemed to indicate that the rumor might just be true. This wolf wanted to fuck, and fuck it did whenever it came across a sentient being in its territory.

The wolf took a pace forwards, coming to stand fully inside the clearing, head held high and tail erect, a dominant alpha if ever there was one, its midnight fur glistening in the light of the fire, and Lita realized that there was at least one very easy way out of this without having her own hide punctured and torn. Moving slowly so as not to startle her unexpected visitor, she turned away from him to stand on all fours, lifting her tail and tucking it to the side as she'd seen village bitch dogs do when enticing a mate, and glanced back at the wolf while making sure to keep her eyes from meeting his own.

He cocked his head to the side as if in surprise or confusion, then let out another rumble, his jaws parting slightly to let his tongue loll out while his tail gave a slight wag behind him. Lita let out a relieved sigh and grinned to herself. She may not be an animal expert, but she could tell a happy canine when she saw one. The dragoness made sure to hold still as he paced forward to sniff at her, even when the cold, moist nose pressed against her scales to sniff over her bared rump. She couldn't help a slight jump when it passed over her feminine sex and lower, examing the male equipment that she also bore. He gave a light lick that passed over her shaft and sack before dragging upwards to caress her female nethers, obviously interested in only one of her two sets of genitals.

Not that she was going to complain. His tongue was easily as wide as both of her hands put together, and he was lapping at her as if he were dying of thirst and her juices the only thing that could save him. It spread her petals in strong strokes that caressed the inner leaves and dragged over her bud, sparking a heat of arousal that she wasn't exactly going to complain about. The monster between the monster's legs was going to be hard to take even with lubrication, and she would happily take as much as she could get.

He only spent a minute or two in preparation, however, before he stepped forward again to cover her, his forepaws carefully pressing against her shoulders until she lowered her chest to the ground, leaving her rump hanging in the air as a plain and vulnerable target. Another growl of warning sounded just before she felt the pointed tip bump against her rear. It felt like a wet fist in size, and she couldn't help but let out a whine of trepidation. Trapped as she was, though, she had no choice in what came next.

His hips pressed forward to grind his tip against her, parting her petals and stroking against the inner flesh of her female sex, stroking, grinding, slicking her futher with his own dripping fluids. The very male scent of his musky pre-cum filled the clearing, and Lita felt herself growing even more aroused by it. She loved few things more than a dominant male to pin her and pound her, aside from doing the same to a willing female. When the tip of his shaft finally caught against her entrance, she couldn't help but squirm slightly but a more firm press of his paw against her shoulders stilled her.

At least until he thrust into her. She let out a shout of mingled pleasure and pain, the wolf spearing into her with a cock as big around as her arm. It was the biggest thing she had ever taken, though only by a small margin, and definitely the largest without any kind of preparation. It stretched her walls and sank into her until the tip butted up against her womb itself, the larger swell of his knot not even kissing against her netherlips. Her eyes widened as she realized just how large he really was and prepared for the ride of her life. Ferals weren't exactly known for taking it easy on their mates.

He did not disappoint. After a moment of shuffling his hind paws to adjust his angle and align his hips perfectly, he began pounding into her with all the force he could muster. The only thing keeping her from sliding forward across the forest floor was the weight he bore down on her shoulders. Each thrust forced a small grunt out of her as he slammed against her cervix, weaking that inner barrier with each furious thrust. She could feel the copious amounts of lubrication that he leaked dripping out of her as he pounded her pussy into submission, dripping down her legs and stomach to mark her with his scent.

When the entrance to her womb finally gave up the fight, she let out another cry of pained pleasure, feeling that dire rod sinking into her innermost depths, and then it was time for another fight to ensue. His knot was easily half again as large as his shaft, and he was not going to be content with leaving it untied. The dragoness' fingers dug into the dirt, her feet scratching and raking furrows as she drove back against him. Her aim was not only to get it over and done with sooner, but she wondered just how that massive bulge would feel lodged inside of her. Clenching around him, she did all that she could to encourage him as she felt herself stretching further and further to accept him.

At last, her body gave in, letting the monstrous wolf have his way, and she joined him in howling to the heavens as it swelled inside of her to lock them together, cumming so hard that her vision began to fade while he pumped jet after jet of potent seed directly into her egg chamber. She wasn't sure how long it was before she regained her senses, but he was still firmly lodged inside her when she did. Her rear end was kept held aloft by the bulb of flesh that locked them quite firmly together, her stomach swollen with his attempt to breed her, making it look as if she already had a clutch half-ready to lay.

Lita chuckled to herself and let out a soft groan at the soreness between her legs. It was going to be a very long night, she had no doubt. And maybe day. And maybe another night or two. After all, there was nothing stopping her from extending the punishment of losing the bet on her own accord.

The End