Warwick The Blood Hunter
Warwick the blood hunter
After writing some really loving stories, I decided to write a simple rape scene based on a popular game, at least among my friends: League of Legends.
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Warwick, a buff werewolf, had a difficult problem. He had an erection that just wouldn't go away. I'm not even thinking about anything! He tried pawing himself off, but even after orgasming it still wouldn't go away. Being the most feared champion of in all the land discouraged many from relieving his desires sexually. This problem really was beginning to piss him off. He couldn't even walk without discomfort.
A sound got Warwick's attention. A young fox stepped on a twig, and realized the werewolf champion was staring right at him. The fox bolted in the opposite direction.
Warwick smiled, it's only fun if they run. He grabbed his hard-on and sprinted after the lithe vulpine. It didn't take long until he reached his victim. Warwick tackled the fox to the ground. He looked down at his slender victim and licked his lips, mmmm...Delicious. Warwick thought of something that would relive him.
"Please don't kill me!" the vulpine cried as Warwick pressed his torso against the vulpine's back.
"Kill you? Why would I kill you?" he pressed his ever present erection against the fox's rear end, "I've got something else in mind.
"Oh no! Please don't!"
His pleas were to no avail as Warwick ripped off the vulpine's pants and removed his own belt. As soon as he was completely naked, the werewolf plunged his cock into his victim's tailhole. His powerful thrust enabled him to go balls deep into the fox in one go despite the fox's tightness.
A cry of pain echoed in the forest. The fox twisted his body and tried to wiggle out of the werewolf's grip, but Warwick was too strong. He placed his forearm across the vulpine's back, and pressing him into the ground. The werewolf loved this. He loved controlling people, whether it was for battles, or for sex. He loved to be in control, and with his dick inside a fox and a forearm across his back, he was in the best control of his life.
He held his cock inside of the rear end to savor the tightness that the fox provided. His cock pulsed with in the warm confines, already spraying pre cum on the wall of taunt muscles.
"Big..." was the only word that the nameless fox could muster. He could barely breathe with the dom werewolf onto of his back, pressing his chest into the ground. His situation seemed to be so hopeless.
He yipped as Warwick began to pull back. Despite having less cock inside him, the friction between his anal muscles and the wolfcock pained him even more. The sensation of pain only intensified when the werewolf pressed his cock back into him. Warwick pounded his hips into the poor fox with no thought at how much pain he was causing.
His cock throbbed in his victim's back door, and his hefty ball sack slapped against the fox's with each pump. Warwick's pre lubed the vulpine's insides slightly, but no enough to relive him of his pain. His tears began to drip onto the ground below, "PLEASE STOP!"
The werewolf pressed his cock down and held his length inside to assert his authority, "Not until I'm finished bitch!" He continued to rape the taunt tailhole. The fox resumed his pleas for mercy, but that just turned the champion on more. He could feel his knot form, preventing him to fully hilt the lithe fox until the finale.
"NO PLEASE NOT THE KNOT!" To that the werewolf could only chuckle a taunt. He could feel his loins tingle, and would soon bring an end to the fox's rape and his hunt for tail. He thrusted one last time into the fox's bottom and his knot popped into the all too tight rim.
Having such a thick knot enter him, the fox's tailhole bit down on the knob of flesh, completing the tie. The fox screamed a deafening cry. Warwick roared and emptied his balls inside the unfortunate fox. His wolf seed painted the walls of the vulpine's tailhole. Once he was finished cumming inside, Warwick pulled his cock out, violently stretching the fox's rim. The werewolf looked at his cock as it finally entered its sheath, and his painfully pent up arousal finally went away. He sighed happily at his happy effort.
Warwick got up and walked away. He looked back at the poor fox, and decided to at least offer a paw. He picked the half conscious vulpine up and drapped him across his shoulders.
Before the fox could protest, Warwick asked, "So... where do you live?"
All life had left the fox's eyes, but he still managed to give a general direction by lifting an arm and pointing. When Warwick arrived at the fox's residence. He placed down on his feet. "Can you stand?" The fox nodded in reply.
Warwick looked around, and decided to do something kind for the fox, "this is a nice place to live. I'll be sure to protect this place if other champions come and try to loot this place." And with that, he turned on a heel and left, disappearing into the woods.
The vulpine lifted the corners of his muzzle, of course he was mad that he was raped, but it was nice to have a protector of his village. If I have to get raped in order to keep this place safe, then I'll let him rape me any day of the week, he thought
"Thanks Warwick."
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Just to make it clear, rape is a terrible thing, and should only be fantasized about, never carried out.