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Ahani awoke at dusk, her eyes snapping open as her body became aware of the time. She kicked off the blanket of furs that cocooned her, sending her entire chain-and-fur hammock swinging with the motion. She didn't even mind the shifting center of balance, her elven instincts kicking in as she stood among the swaying mass, steadying herself with one of the chains that anchored the whole mass to the ceiling. She swung around the chain and grabbed the single, strong rope that ran to the ground, lowering herself hand over hand to the grotto's cool floor. She stood smoothly as her bare feet found purchase on the ground, glancing around.

Nothing was amiss. The brook that bubbled through the center of the grotto stil flowed peacefully. The orange glow of a setting sun filtered in through the gaps in the ceiling, washing the grotto walls with the same ochre light. Behind her on his pile of glittering metal slept Cael, her...what? Ruler? Keeper? Friend? Certainly not 'master'. 'Lover' still left a bitter taste in her mouth, and, she decided, wasn't accurate. She settled on "Keeper", nodding to herself. Ahani laced her fingers together and stretched her muscular arms over her head, yawning. She had slept through most of the day to be up at this time. Ahani figured once she got moving the drowsiness would wear off.

She threw one more glance to Cael, to make sure the brassy, armored dragon was still asleep. If he wasn't, he certainly did a good mockery of himself. She walked over to her corner of the grotto, where she had sorted and assembled the materials she would need for her expedition. Though she had been able to craft a passable workbench from felled wood and salvage that the dragon had brought back from its many patrols, the one thing Ahani truly missed was cloth. She had been a hunter all her life, and had relied on the other elves from her tribe in the Greywood to provide many things, such as thread and woven cloth. The dragon had tried (though it would likely never admit this) to make up for her mild complaint by supplying countless crudely hewn skins from its kills. She had enough buffalo and deer hide to last a lifetime.

At least the surplus of hide meant that she had been able to craft usable clothing again. She slipped out of the baggy human clothing that Cael had salvaged for her to sleep in. She had quietly washed the blood out of the gift when he wasn't looking. She wasn't sure if he was too stupid to understand...or just unwilling. She wore the shirt backward, sparing her rounded breasts from spilling out the three ragged gashes his claws had made when he had killed the shirt's previous owner. Folding the clothing neatly, she slipped into her new, buffalo leather outfit.

It was comprised of pelts that she had tanned herself to leave the fur on. The entire outfit was four pieces. There was the perhaps over-fluffy, deep chestnut vest that rose over her shoulders but left her arms free. She had crafted a bracer for one of her arms, shaved the hair from it and boiled it obsessively to give it toughness that would not rip when a bowstring clipped it. Ahani pulled on the tight, light brown deerskin pants that she had salvaged partially from new hides and partially from the old pair she had owned when Cael first captured her. Without fabric to lace the pants she merely tied them off with a rope belt. More salvage.

Ahani figured she looked the part of a barbarian pretty well.

She snorted a laugh, though it was mostly humorless, as she pulled on the last piece she had meticulously crafted over the last week. A simple cloak, but perfect in every way. She had trimmed, tanned, beaten, smoothed and cut the simple piece of hide into a single garment. If all the others would fail her, this one would survive. She had left her original cloak behind the last time she left her village, and...never had an opportunity to replace it. Of all the things she had owned, Ahani missed her cloak the most. So she made a new one. She didn't really expect to get an opportunity to retrieve the original. Though...that was the whole reason for this expedition.

Alright, far from the 'whole reason'.

Ahani had been lucky enough to return to the site of her capture those six months ago and retrieve several pieces of her original equipment, including, most importantly, her sharp, curved skinning knife. The sheath on the knife had long since rotted, being wooden, and she hadn't gotten around to making a new one...so she merely tucked that into the rope belt. Everything else came at once. Shortbow. Twenty-arrow quiver (if she needed more than that...something had gone horribly wrong). The small bandolier that she had fused back together with sap and heat. She ran her fingers over the now-smooth rip where Cael had originally torn it from her chest.

"Monster.", she thought, looking back at the dragon again.

Cael rolled over with a clattering of metal and a snort that left him scrambling to his clawed feet. The dragon frequently woke himself up in this manner, sleeping peacefully until whatever unexpressed doubts raged in his sleeping mind finally drove him to awaken. He swung his long neck around, tilting his head to scan the room where his eyes couldn't rotate. The predator's vision of a dragon lacked certain peripheral benefits, she had learned over the last six months. There were times that he simply could not see her because she was too far afield of his vision. Dragon-hunters must know this, she thought, and use it to flank the beasts. It was also why his head was moved so much, simply to find new angles to inspect his surroundings. In an effort to make him nervous, or perhaps because she was afraid of him in his sleep-startled state, Ahani stood still until he noticed her. Cael lumbered over, bringing his broad, brass-scaled head in to inspect her as she stood in her gear.

He sniffed once, her chestnut hair and the matching fur of the buffalo-hide vest rippling as they were drawn towards the dragon's snout. She worried briefly what kind of mood he was in. "Elf." he said. "You are prepared?" He followed the question with a yawn, not bothering to withdraw his head, so she stepped slightly away from the snout and turned back towards the bench.

"I am, monster." she responded, not bothering to use his name. When did they ever?

"Tell me again." he said, sitting. The thing looked idiotic when it sat, like an overlarge horse. At least the dragon didn't open its mouth when it did so. It was the stupidest of all his expressions. She might as well indulge him, though. The beast tended to worry...perhaps worry wasn't the right word. It obsessed, agonized over small decisions, overthought everything. Worse, its frustration seemed to, without fail, lead to the same place of fury and arousal. She wondered how far apart the two emotions were in dragons. By her own experience, not too far. Yes, better to indulge.

Had she really become so understanding of how it treated her? So logical? No matter. She turned to face it, rolling one shoulder absently.

"I go to warn my people, dragon. You have found this shapeshifter, this witch that hides in the body of their most valued scout. I go to warn them that she manipulates them into war with the werewolves in the eastern wood. I will offer them alliance, or at least...reprieve. You will deliver some fraction of your herds to my people so they may survive, and they will not turn against you in this war that Emasa the Witch drives them to." She met Cael's eyes, the dragon sniffing at her still, though quietly. Maybe, she thought, he was trying to hide it. Unlikely.

"I will take you to the edge of the forest." he declared. It would have been an order, but she kept eye contact, challenging his statement.

"I refuse, dragon. You will give away our...my people will realize we are allied all the sooner. They already do not trust you. I need them to think we are seperate." She explained, seeing him nod in response. She wondered where he had picked up the gesture. Almost certainly from her. Ahani was suddenly afraid she had picked up his gestures. No. She didn't grin with her tongue hanging out and mouth open. "I will return in three days at most."

"I will come claim you if you do not return." Cael said. A threat? He still feared she would go to join her people? Impossible. She had accepted him...his presence, his touches, his sex. They would know. Those that loved her before would feel the energy he had taken from her. They would know she had taken a lover, whether or not it was elven. If she could not name him or her and have her lover accepted into the community...and they would only accept an elf. She was truly exiled.

Perhaps it was better that they thought her dead at the moment. An idiot could connect the dots.

Perhaps Cael noticed her distraction. The dragon had an uncanny ability to read her moods. He once said it was because of the way she smelled. Ahani hadn't liked the idea that she smelled at all, much more that she gave away her private feelings in the process. Perhaps elves had too long been reading the faces and motions of other creatures and had neglected their other signals. "What do you fear, elf?" he asked, his head tilting as he watched her.

"They will know. I cannot stop that." she responded, pointlessly checking the tightness of her bandolier and vest. The dragon watched her seperate her own breasts with the diagonal strap. Letcherous beast.

"Let them. They will not harm you, you said that much yourself. There is no danger." He was right. That didn't make this any easier. The danger wasn't physical. She didn't want to face what she had done. Certainly not to her own people. Her family. She sighed with frustration.

"I will work through my fear." she said, resolving herself to do so. The beast was arrogant, why couldn't she be? "I am ready to leave, dragon. I will find my people and return to you in three days' time." Leaving the grotto was always awkward. The beast had touched her countless times, but they had no way of parting amiably...so she simply turned and walked away. She felt his eyes watch her as she went. As she rose out of sight, walking up the shallow slope a river had once carved into the open plains of his territory, she heard him turn and walk back down, then the soft 'clink' of the dragon settling on his pile of treasure.

She turned north, toward the Greywood.

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Her travel was uneventful, which didn't stop Ahani from feeling stressed about it. She had done plenty of hunting alone on the plain since the dragon had given her the key to her own chains. She knew the contours of the land, the feel of the sort dirt and dry grasses. She had no problem making good time towards the Greywood, but at every crest or rise she scanned the sky to the north for signs of the black dragon, the shapeshifter Emasa, who would ruin all her plans if she only knew of them.

It was a wonder that Emasa had not united the werewolves and elves that populated the forest since her threat to do so. The dragon had told her of Emasa's threat to bring both tribes to the south, to take Cael's plains from him, and kill the both of them in the process. She held some bitter grudge against Cael. He had refused her advances once, but Ahani could not understand how that would be enough to drive her to war, much more such petty war. Perhaps she only needed the excuse. Perhaps it was something else. With her mind so occupied, the travel was brisk as well as uneventful.

Still, when she arrived at the forest, its colors rapidly fading as the sun disappeared over the horizon, she stopped to allow herself a moment of fear. This was it. She was going home. She knew the paths. Her people hadn't changed. The forest certainly wouldn't in the short months she was gone.

The only thing that had changed was Ahani.

She ducked in between the cooling trees of the forest, driving for the treetop village that was once her home.

She was careful as she moved through the now-dark wood. Emasa disguised herself as the Greywood Elves' most skilled scout. Ahani had never met her, a reclusive individual named Evalee. Ahani didn't know how long Evalee had been under the witch's control. It didn't matter. She was gone, now. Ahani would do her best to avoid being spotted on her approach. It would be difficult towards the village, just for the number of lookouts, but if she was that close she had all but won. She moved along dozens of meters from the paths through the woods that she knew, keeping an eye on the road only to keep her bearing, but otherwise using trees to cover her view of anyone that was using the paths. The moon gave enough light to navigate by, but barely that. The silence of the woods was deafening, allowing Ahani to hear the blood rushing in her pointed ears.

She did her best to test the ground and avoid twigs and other dry foliage that would give her away. Her caution, bordering on neurotic, paid off soon enough, when about halfway to the Greywood Village, she heard someone running along the path.

Her ears twitched as they picked out the sound, and she froze. Running in the forest at night, even along well-known paths, was a good way to trip or twist an ankle. Breaking from cover briefly, Ahani took four long strides across the forest floor to crouch behind a tree, her bare shoulder resting against the rough bark as she glanced around the edge of the trunk. She went perfectly still, becoming a grey smear in the background of the dark forest.

Werewolves flooded the wood. Their padded feet and claws slammed into the dirt path the elves had made as they ran along it, the pack weaving in and out of the trees as they spread out, panting in pursuit. Ahani could hear them not too far off, but worse...she could hear the quick taps of their quarry as they fled the pack. They weren't moving fast enough...and weren't heading for water or shelter. They were running away from the vilage. Ahani's heart was gripped with fear. What was happening at the village? She didn't dare move, however, as the wolves drew closer. They would intercept their prey in moments, a scant hundred feet from her. She hoped the days she had spent removing all trace of scent from her new clothing would pay off.

She shifted a scant inch to peer out from her cover.

Ahani didn't recognize the elf girl that was running along the path. She couldn't have been more than thirty summers old, though, so young she looked for one of their long-lived race. She was clearly raised in the village, the green skirt and shirt she was wearing showed the traditional meticulousness of the greywood. She was also clearly not stupid, she knew she couldn't outrun her persuers. The elf girl grabbed a low-hanging branch on one of the nearby trees and pulled herself up onto it, climbing slowly, cautiously. She obviously didn't realize the tree was half-dead, or she never would've started climbing its brittle branches. Ahani resisted the urge to call out and warn her. She crouched in the tree, hugging the trunk, probably hoping the wolves wouldn't find her.

Ahani couldn't quite recognize who it was. She wasn't sure she would know, anyway. So many of the elves had no time for hunters, out killing so the rest of them may survive. It was considered skilled labor, if a distasteful profession. Ahani hadn't really ever felt bitter about it until just now. The elf girl was beautifully proportioned, Ahani considered, the blessings of adulthood had filled her out nicely. Ahani felt a twinge of jealousy, and then embarassment. What was wrong with her, to think something like that of this girl in distress, in danger? She decided to blame the perverse thought on the dragon. She had never thought something like that before him.

The werewolves, for their efforts, showed only momentary confusion. They were close enough now to mark, and Ahani started to pick out individuals. There were only three, hardly a full pack. The creatures tended to prefer seven or more when they made warbands. This was as scouting party...or an attack of opportunity. All three sniffed along the ground now. Ahani found herself hoping that the werewolves had the other girl's scent, and not her own. Selfish, she thought, but so what? The elves weren't her people anymore.

Though from the looks of it this girl wouldn't be welcome much longer either.

Among the three werewolves, Ahani marked two as male. They were larger, sporting the monsters' claws and long, canine muzzles. A thick pelt of grey hair covered one of their bodies, but the other male was brown and colored strangely with either blood, dye or something darker. Its fur shimmered in the night as the brown werewolf led the pack in slow circles towards the tree where the girl was hiding. Sniffing and snorting, the two males drew closer and closer to her hiding place as the girl curled her feet up onto the tree branch she was perched on, looking upward desperately for another to climb onto, but finding nothing.

The female werewolf, however, had stranger behavior. It sniffed in broad circles around the other two, knuckling its foreclaws to the ground even as it walked on its back legs. The pelt of the female was black with a sweep of grey over the chest and the twin mounds of her breasts. Ahani, almost still as death itself, looked away from the searching female, who paused frequnetly to look up and away from her packmates. Of course, she was making sure they weren't interrupted. Ahani counted herself equally lucky and unlucky that she was inside the circle that had been marked. To leave would be to risk being spotted. To stay would be safer, but she would be present for whatever happened.

Her constitution was not so weak she could not see another elf devourered, Ahani reasoned. Her stomach churned regardless, announcing its disagreement. Ahani tried to silence it through will alone, clenching her eyes shut and resting her head against the tree, trying to become little more than a ball of furs and wood. Hopefully not worth noticing or investigating. Hopefully.

There was a bark from the pack leader, the brown wolf, and its hunting partner rapidly picked up the call. They may have been speaking, but Ahani had never attended any of the lessons on their yipping calls. The grey breasted female stood upright to see where the call came from, then immediately dropped to all fours and tore across the forest floor towards the rest of her pack. Ahani let out a breath she had not realized she had been holding.

"Hold!" she heard the female call out, and Ahani nearly flinched out of her hiding spot then and there, thinking she had been spotted and addressed, but the werewolf seemed to be addressing its two companions. The males immediately stopped growling up the tree at the captive elf, now close to crying with fear as the monsters below her scored the trunk with their claws trying to reach her. The grey female looked up the tree at the now-fearful elf, growling out a few sylvan words, "Come to us, elf. We have already taken the rest of your kin, if you hide then your change will not be gentle."

"Already taken the rest?" Ahani thought, bewildered. What had happened?

The elf girl must have refused, because the wolves wasted little time in trying to climb the trunk of the tree. Their limbs, with their lightly curved claws, were ill-suited to actually climbing the tree, but between the pair of them the black and brown males had little trouble leaping up to scratch or nip at the heels of the elf. She stood on the branch now, and Ahani could see it cracking under her narrowed weight. Apparently capable of communicating, the black male growled something to the brown, then crouched to push him up the trunk.

It was enough, and the elf's green skirt, caught in the brown werewolf's teeth, bore her to the ground in a heap, and the pair of them immediately had her arms. Ahani passively noted the wolves' erections, visible as veined and black protrusions beneath their furred groins. They were aroused by all this, and Ahani's own heart rate picked up as well. Why hadn't she left by now? She told herself it was because the risk was too great. She should remain hidden. Still crouched on the balls of her feet, Ahani dug her fingernails into the bark of the tree, watching the spectacle unfold, too fascainated to look away. A familiar blush rose in her cheeks. She could no longer deny her own perversion. This was the same feeling that overtook her when the dragon touched her.

Except now it was happening to someone else.

The werewolves were pack animals, and though they had worked together to bring down their prey, they now looked to the grey-breasted female for input. She stood over the elf, the young woman's arms struggling pointlessly against the claws that gripped them. "No, let me go, please!" she cried out as she was lifted by the two males, arms outspread, before their alpha, "I don't want to change! Just let me go!" A growl from the werewolf leader silenced her as she traced a claw along the young elf's neck.

"What is your name, elf?" the monster asked.

Its voice was anything but gentle, but the violence implicit in the claw at her neck drove her to respond. "Afara." she whimpered, the word stirring some dim memory in Ahani, though she couldn't quite place the name.

"I am Evalee, do you know me?" the wolfen creature responded, its furry paw slipping under the elf's shirt, stroking her shoulder in slow circles.

Afara's eyes went wide with fear, an expression of disbelief crossing her face. Even Ahani could read the anguish. "No! You were...how? How did they catch you? You cannot be one of them. You were the best among us! You were..."

The wolfen female cut her off with a quick squeeze of Afara's throat, shocking her into silence and leaving her coughing. "I am Evalee, Afara. I am also Emasa, the dragon of these woods, and a werewolf you never knew named Selan. We were all the same. All at once. These woods are mine. I have weighed the value of both your people and my wolves, and I have chosen the wolves as my more valuable allies in the coming years. You are obsolete, elf. I have offered to change you peacefully. You will join my wolves, hunt with them, follow us on our campaigns in the south..." the inflection of the female's voice changed as she almost purred through her next words, "or you will breed with them and provide me the soldiers I require to overrun the lands of men and dragons."

Ahani could tell from the bewildered, restless way the males looked at each other that they didn't know why this exchange was going on, or even understand it. So this was Emasa, the dragon that Cael claimed could leap from body to body. If she still had her poisons, Ahani may have risked a shot at her unprotected back. As it was, a hundred-foot shot in the dark, hoping for an easy kill to the heart or head was too much to ask.

"So...Afara? Will you join us peacefully? The change is wonderful, and my males will treat you well if you show strength and cunning. You can run alongside us and feel the throats of humans in your teeth, take who you will from among them to change and join you." still purring the seductive offer, the werewolf took great care to pinch Afara's skirt up with one of her claws, the soft pad of her paw running up the elf girl's inner thigh. She squirmed at the touch, trying to wriggle out of the grasp of the two males, whose excitement only redoubled as their alpha teased the captive elf. "Or do you want us to change you roughly?" the werewolf asked as she slipped one cold, fluffy claw up and into the elf's virgin cunt.

Afara screamed.

Ahani clenched her eyes shut harder for a moment before she could bring herself to look again. Afara had been thrashing as she screamed, the strength borne of desperation had forced the brown and black werewolves holding her arms to pin her against the trunk of the tree where she had once sought shelter. Afara screamed again, curling her legs up under her skirt to protect herself. Emasa, or Evalee...the witch merely slapped her across the face, using the same hand to hold her throat, "I offered to let you join gracefully, Afara. You need not serve willingly. I will gladly take your children instead." she growled into the elf's now tear-streaked face, then turned away. Emasa dropped to all fours, shaking out her black and grey fur, turning in place before standing again and staring down the sobbing elf.

She growled something Ahani did not understand to the two wolves. They did not even hesitate. The muscular brown wolf bore the elf to the ground at the base of the tree instantly, its twin claws drawing narrow streaks of blood as it ripped and tore at her shirt, shredding it with feral lust. Its partner, the black, crawled around her prone form to her skirt and began to pull it off her body with his teeth, pulling his head back with a bundle of the shredded fabric in his mouth. Afara tried to push off the ground, away from their attentions, but she was too weak compared to the feral werewolves. Their erections swung low over her body as they circled, stepping over her, restless. She tried to scramble backwards, perhaps up the tree, perhaps merely to stand, but Emasa surged forward, grabbing one of her ankles in her muzzle, dragging the elf girl further down into the open packed dirt of the forest pathway.

As the wolves dragged her into a band of moonlight, Ahani could make out Afara's features more clearly. Her skin was pale and had the characteristic smoothness of the elves. It was also flushed. The elf was exposed completely, and embarassment and fear had left her breathing rapidly and trying to cover herself as the three wolves stalked around her in a small circle. They lunged and snapped their jaws at her, tearing the last few errant pieces of her shirt and skirt away. The brown wolf reached down to paw at one of her large, beautifully pale breasts, but withdrew quickly when his advance brought a growl from Emasa. The large grey-black female stalked up to Afara on her digitigrade legs, planting them on either side of the cowering woman's chest. "Your last chance, Afara. The change is ecstacy, I am told. Just accept our blood as your own." the werewolf said, drawing one fang across her own paw, a thin trickle of blood dripping from it onto the elf's face, her mouth and eyes shut tight in denial as she thrashed her head from side to side trying to avoid the warm droplets.

Almost helplessly, Emasa shrugged and and licked her own paw, the wound closing almost instantly. "The offer is made and refused. I will prime you for my males, and you will join us anyway." Emasa said, stepping backwards down the elf's body. Trying to reclaim some of her modesty, Afara curled up, trying to cover her breasts and virginity. Knowing what their alpha intended, the two males tugged Afara's legs apart, leaving the young elf's slit exposed. While she squirmed in their grip, the strong males merely made themeselves content lapping at her sensitive breasts with their broad, canine tongues. The brown werewolf grabbed each of her breasts in its claws, pushing her hands out of the way to knead and pull at the elf's chest.

Afara, held down as she was, had little recourse as Emasa padded over on all fours, lowering her muzzle into the girl's crotch, sniffing and prodding with her warm, canine nose at the entrance. Afara kicked out at the attention she was getting, trying to force the werewolf away, risking a look when her kicks hit something solid and she felt the wolfen nose retreat. Emasa knelt there grinning, crawling up the length of the busty elf, pushing her packmates' claws out of the way and ignoring their whines as she settled her warm, furry body over Afara's. Ahani looked on wide-eyed, the color still flush in her cheeks, all her concentration going to keeping her breathing quiet and even to avoid giving herself away.

"You are not practiced at mating, are you little elf? Your kind are too gentle and polite. Your lusts are too quiet. It is no surprise that when you are taken by my wolves, your kind are the first. To. Emasa puncuated each word by slipping a clawed, furry digit of her paw inside the whimpering elf, watching her eyes grow wide as she felt her way around Afara's inner walls. The werewolf withdrew her fingers from the elf's cunt, kneeling astride her legs and held them up, shining in the moonlight with the elf's fluids. "You I don't think will be so quiet." she said, licking the juices off of her paw, grinning at the elf's horror and revulsion. Emasa knelt above the elf girl, enjoying the feeling of power as she selfishly kept her two packmates from mounting either of htem right there. She reached down with the same paw she had used earlier and began to drive it into her own wet folds. Ahani could hear the slick squishing sound from where she crouched in cover. She tried to ignore her own mounting arousal, but could not as her hand drew down to her leather pants and slipped inside, rubbing her whole palm across her pussy.

Was every dragon this sex-crazed? Ahani thought to herself. I'm not much better, she added, peaking out from behind the tree again.

Emasa's great, furry body still knelt over Afara, who was watchng her masturbate herself shamelessly in front of her, the fluids from the larger werewolf dripping onto the elf's belly and thighs. She seemed unable to tear herself away from the sight, her large breasts heaving with ragged breaths as she lay there, open-mouthed, wondering what comes next. Emasa, for her part, simply locked eyes with the helpless elf, bouncing up and down on her own fingers, ignoring the drooling of her packmates as they watched her vigorously jill herself. Tongue lolling out, teeth clenched, Emasa sucked down one massive breath and then growled out her release, the slippery fluids of her girlcum splattering her thighs in an obscene display.

Far more than merely torturing the males of her pack, Emasa had set out to arouse the young elf with such a wanton sexual display. It had worked, and she was now rubbing her thighs together, the heat that had risen in her loins having risen to a dull burn. Afara reached down one hand, whether to cover her shame or tend to her own needs didn't matter, Emasa swatted the hand away and growled out another command to the brown werewolf, who took up a position at the elf girl's head, his erect canine cock resting against the side of her cheek as she tried to squirm away from it. Still held down by Emasa and the black wolf, the girl could do nothing to prevent the slowly dripping member from tapping against the side of her face. She whined at its proximity letting out a feeble "Please don't." at the brown wolf, who didn't understand or didn't care to respond as it held her throat lightly against the ground, rubbing its cock across her face.

The elfin girl didn't resist at all as Emasa pulled her legs apart again and began to lick her hairless slit in long strokes, drawing her tongue up and down the elf's bare middriff and thighs, plunging in to thrash against her inner walls. The werewolf even took the time to lick and nip at the elf's hooded, swollen clit, flicking it with her canine tongue and drawing tiny gasps of desperation out of Afara. Pleasure shooting through her, Afara could only twist and buck her hips as she gasped, leaving herself vulnerable to the werewolf at her head, who grabbed her cheeks with one claw roughly and shoved its canine prick between her lips. Her strangled cry of complaint was cut off as the wolf began to rock its hips slowly, Afara's nostrils flaring with the effort of keeping her airflow going as the massive member was tucked into her mouth. She couldn't help but run her tongue along the underside of the thing, drawing a shuddering yip from the werewolf above her.

Her face lost beneath a furry crotch, Ahani could no longer make out Afara's rising expression of bliss. She could barely believe what she was doing behind the tree, plunging her own slender fingers into herself in time with the thrusts of the powerful wolves raping the woman on the pathway. Even the sight of such horny creatures had driven Ahani to want some of what they were offering, even just a moment with one of the big males so that she could feel the same breathless pleasure that Afara felt right now.

What in all hells is wrong with me? Ahani thought.

So trapped between the salivating face-fuck of the brown wolf and the swirling attentions of Emasa's tongue, the elf could barely focus under her two lovers, moaning around the cock in her mouth as the rape continued forcefully. The brown wolf, perhaps teased too long by Emasa's masturbation, was the first to finish, letting out a series of yips that grew into a howl as he thrust his shaft into her mouth again, his knot thumping against her chin, too large to be forced inside. He came forcefully, the splatter of his spunk across the roof of her mouth and throat left Afara a coughing mess as the wolf quickly withdrew, cum dripping in rivulets down the sides of her mouth and out her nose. She no longer whined or resisted the rough treatment, merely lying there with her mouth open, taking in generous breaths, hands idly groping her own plentiful breasts as she basked in the afterglow of the powerful orgasm that Emasa had helped deliver. The female werewolf, for her part, her muzzle splattered with the elf's fluids, merely gave one last cleansing lick, her tongue slipping between the elf's abused folds as she withdrew her head from Afara's crotch, still grinning wolfishly as she growled one more command to the pack.

Neglected, the black furred werewolf, who had merely held Afara down while his packmates commenced with the rape, perked up at the command from Emasa. He stepped over the prone elf's form as the other two merely backed off to lick themselves, watching only sidelong as the black gripped his member in one paw, sliding up and down its length as he looked over Afara's unresisting form. Her eyes were unfocused, her arms lying out to her sides, unresisting. She barely had time to steady herself, however, as the wolf flipped her over, lifting her ass high into the air, pressed between two paws. He gave one long lap at her pussy from behind, letting a shudder run through the oversexed girl before she managed to rest her elbows on the ground.

Bending forward, the werewolf's cock rubbed against the sides of Afara's legs a few times, trying to find purchase in the space between as he reached forward to grab two pawfuls of her breasts, one in each claw, kneading and pulling her torso back as he lined up his cock with her still-dripping pussy. Her eyes grew wide as the werewolf's shaft, heated as it was, pressed against her folds. Back in the bush where she was hiding, Ahani held two fingers in her own depths, massaging her passage as she waited breathlessly for what was to come. Eventually lining up and parting her folds ever so lightly, the wolf realized it was ready and pulled Afara up and backwards into the air, drawing a long moan out of the suddenly impaled elf. She panted as the creature lifted her by her chest against his body, his glorious canine cock filling her completely. As he begins to thrust upward into her, her breasts bouncing with each powerful movement, Afara can feel the wolf's knot growing at the base of its shaft, painfully stretching her entrance each time it slams upward into her.

Afara is beyond caring, though, as she is taken and mated by the feral beast. His pounding thrusts rocked her in the air, helplessly bouncing on his cock as the heat in her loins builds to unbearable levels. The feeling of warmth and pleasure floods the insensate elf as she is fucked mercilessly by the monster, its growling groans mere inches from her ear. Afara could only clench her walls tighter around the monster's cock as it brought her again and again to the edge. As the pleasure of another orgasm washed over Afara, her roaming hands could only grab fistfuls of the werewolf's fur, holding on as she spasmed in its lap. The monster brought its claws up, off of her breasts to grab her arms and pull them back, seeking desperate leverage for one more pounding thrust. Afara let out a wail of pleasure as the beast's thick knot finally began to slip into her passage, filling her wider than she had thought possible. Tears brimmed at her eyes as she bit her lip to avoid crying out.

So hilted, the beast tilted forward, and the pair of them fell into the packed dirt together, tied by his knot in an inescapable union. The beast tried to pull back, and though her pussy bulged with the width of the flesh inside it, he could not be dislodged. Still grunting and growling as it sought release, the creature simply renewed its thrusting, Afara's tight cunt squeezing and pulling at the wolfen member, their juices slipping out of her to splatter messily on the ground. Half lying on the ground, her ass raised in the air as the beast pounded her, its claws resting over her hands, the doggy-style fucking forcing flecks of spittle and tiny, strangled cries from the elf. She was beyond resistance, merely enjoying the sensation of the feral animal inside her.

Heat suddenly rushed to the werewolf's shaft as its release came closer. Afara was helpless, with the canine cock locked inside her she knew there was nothing to be done for her, she would almost certainly give birth to this beautiful monster's pups. Werewolves using their captives as breeding slaves was well established as a horror story among her people, and here she was, crying out in pleasure as the beast hilted itself inside her one last time. The thick jets of its semem burst forth as the creature let out a howl of triumph, she could feel the seed splatter across her womb, painting her insides with ribbons of sticky spunk. The beast continued thrusting until the last few spurts of its seed had been given, its swollen knot locking all the fluid inside Afara, who slumped forward onto the dirt with a sense of pleasant contentment. They lay there, locked together, as the beast gave its last few half-hearted thrusts, waiting for its knot to deflate.

A hundred feet away, flushed with arousal and embarassment, Ahani removed her fingers from the front of her now-damp leather pants, trying to ignore the sticky clear girlcum that coated them as she silently recovered from her own orgasmic high. She curled again into a ball against the tree, sweating with the exertion and the warm night. The wolves growled among themselves a bit, scraping the ground and sniffing the abused Afara as they pawed at her. Ahani could see the younger elf merely push up into their touches, her eyes rolled back in a blissful haze.

With one last growled order, the grey female werewolf bent down and sunk her fangs into the flesh of the captive elf, her long tongue making obscene sounds as she slurped and licked at the bloody wound. Afara squirmed a bit, but did not scream. Perahps the pain was not too bad, perhaps she was too far gone. "Only hours now, Afara, until you change." Emasa explained, as the brown wolf lifted the girl onto one shoulder, unperturbed by her leaking fluids and sticky skin. "Only seven months until your body begins to produce their pups. You will serve me. They always do."

Emasa grinned, glancing out into the woodlands, but saw nothing. She ordered her pack onward.

Deep in the Greywood, behind a tree that sheltered her from her enemies and her own shame, Ahani breathed a sigh of relief.

Still, some part of her mind had wished it was her out there.

Shaking the thought off, Ahani waited a cautious ten minutes before setting out for her village. She would report back the truth of what had happened in these woods to Cael. They would decide together how to proceed.