The Prey
#1 of The She-Wolf's Lust
John was busy setting up his camp during this cool August evening. He came up to camp in the forests up in the Rocky Mountains to get away from the stress of the civilized world. He enjoyed spending time in nature every once and a while and enjoyed seeing the wild life. John started to make a campfire, using the seemingly ancient techniques he learned when he was in the boy scouts. It took almost thirty minutes but he finally caused a small flame to ignite the tinder he had set up. John liked to make his own campfire to cook his smores and food, thinking it had so much more of an outdoorsmen theme about it then having something like a microwave in a RV.
As it was getting closer to nightfall, John had already pitched his tent and securely stowed his food. He was technically a bit far off from the designated camping ground in this area, not wanting to be around the loud idiots that were hanging around in their RVs and inflatable luxury tents. He wasn't supposed to be away from the designated spot due to further in the woods there was much more dangerous. John knew all about animal attacks that happened out here but he was a smart camper. He made sure he had his food in a black trash bag away from his camp, tied up in a tree to keep wildlife from barging into his tent. Despite the odd number of animal attack that were reported in this area, he was confident he had the knowledge to avoid any incidents.
It was a quiet and clear night, the moon and stars shining over the tree tops. It was quite a beautiful, yellow full moon and John almost thought he could hear a strange, wolf-like howl nearby. He thought nothing of it, not worried about any wolves coming into his camp. A few minutes after, he could have sworn he heard some rustling in the brush and trees near his tent. He simply just scolded himself for getting worked up by his imagination, thinking it must have been a rabbit or deer. Looking up at the full moon once again, he decided he really needs to stop watching were-wolf movies before he goes camping. He decided he would turn in for the night and went inside is tent, unaware of what was watching him behind the trees.
John woke up to the unpleasant urge to go take a leak. He got out of his sleeping bag, grumbling bit as he searched for his flashlight. As he unzipped his tent entrance flap, he thought he heard some snapping twigs and the sound of something moving about outside. John scanned the area with his flashlight quickly but found nothing. Once again he surmised that it was his mind playing tricks on him. He finished his business on a nearby tree and he was zipping up his pants when he heard a deep, loud growl right behind him.
Now hit with a sudden new urge to crap himself, John turned around like any victim in a horror movie would. What he turned to face was a wolf, a monstrously huge wolf. The blackest fur he had ever seen covered its powerful body. Its nostrils were deeply inhaling the fear-filled air emanating from the human as globs of saliva fell from its open jaws onto the forest floor. The most startling feature about this "wolf" was it was five feet tall at the shoulders while standing on all fours and had almost piercing blue eyes that seemed to glare into his soul. This enormous beast of a wolf was almost too unreal, making John think he was dreaming but the fear that consumed him let him know it was all too real. The only thing he could think about as the wolf closed in was how totally fucked he was right now.
John did know that wolves normally didn't view humans as prey, contrary to all the negative stereotyping in media and such. Of course he didn't know about wolves that could swallow a small child whole but maybe it would leave him for a more suitable meal...like a grizzly bear. He decided it would best not to look it in the eyes and stay perfectly still, not posing any threat to it. The last thing he wanted to do is piss off this wolf. While wolf slowly started to approach its prey, John was as motionless as he could be. Its large muzzle poked up inches away from his face and neck, snorted and breathed hot air on him as it smelled him. Then the wolf did something that startled John to the point he almost jumped. It shoved its large nose right in his crotch.
The wolf sniffed John's crotch, taking in his wonderful male scent that its powerful sense of smelled picked up through his pants. The wolf started to get excited now, salivating even more, leaving wet spots on the front of John's pants where it was pushing in its drooling muzzle. This whole experience felt strange to John and he was wondering what was going on. He hoped it wasn't smelling him because it was a male and it was finding out John was another male intruding on his territory. He then let out another startled cry when the wolf pounced on him and pinned him to the ground with its massive paws. He knew he was at the wolfs mercy now, wishing that by sheer luck a squad of forest rangers would come in and save him. However, at the same time, they probably couldn't do anything to help him, thinking bullets would probably just tickle this beast.
John was now partially under the wolf and he looked to see its large underbelly and noticed he didn't see any testicles or a sheath. He then realized this large wolf was actually a she. Distracted by trying to figure out was going on, he suddenly felt wet as he noticed the she-wolf moved up a little, squatted over his chest and stomach, and began to urinate on him. John was thoroughly grossed out by this but then noticed it didn't look much like urine and had a strong, awful smell. She was marking him with her scent. He had no idea what this meant but John took it as a good sign since he didn't think wolves marked their food before eating it.
Once again the she-wolf startled John as she bit at his pants and was tugging on them, as if to rip them off. Not knowing what was going on, John distinctively reached down and grabbed his pants, trying to pull them up. The wolf would not have the human defy her, lunging at him and placing her jaws around his neck, showing him who was the dominant one here. Now that he knew there was no denying her, he started to reluctantly undo the button and zipper of his jeans and pulled them and his boxers down. The wolf removed her jaws from his neck and gave him a stare that told him not to do anything stupid. She then went over to his now exposed penis and scrotum and gave what John could of swore was a wolfish grin.
The wolf put her face once again in John's crotch and this time began to lick him. Her large, wet tongue felt a little rough and warm as it lapped at John's penis and testicles. She was quite slobbery as well, almost lathering his penis with her hot spit as she enjoyed his taste. The wolf started to put more of his penis in her mouth and then began to suck it, sending waves of pleasure up John's spine. He couldn't believe he was getting a blow job from a wolf the size of a small horse. He could feel himself become erect but as good as it felt, John still viewed this she-wolf as violating him. He didn't think this was right but he was too scared to do anything since he knew she would kill him.
Seeing that the human had become erect, the wolf decided it was now time to begin. She turned around, showing off her rear to him. Her dark, thick vulva was quite large, as big as a human woman's, probably since she herself was so big. It was also incredibly wet from the excitement she was having, practically dripping with her juices. John knew exactly what this wolf wanted him for now. He didn't know what to do, not liking the idea of having sex with an animal. However, as he waited, the wolf turned her head and growled back at him, showing that she was growing impatient. He had no choice since she would kill him if he didn't obey. He almost felt ashamed that he was practically being raped by a wolf but he just got up to her backside and with his trembling penis, he began to slowly push himself in.
The she-wolf's waiting vulva seemed to devour his penis as he pushed his way inside. She was so hot and wet, it felt quite wonderful. She started to heavily pant as he put his full length in, enjoying the feeling of him inside of her. John began to slowly thrusting in and out, enjoying the friction as his penis was sliding against her moist vaginal walls. The she-wolf began to emit little growls and barks, but this time it was out of blissful pleasure. Her vulva began to swell as she was reaching her climax, making it tighter and forcing John to use more force to push his penis in and out of her. John felt a numbing pleasure deep in his groin that fled up to his stomach. He knew that he would not be able to hold on much longer.
Finally, after five minutes, they climaxed and John erupted inside her, filling her womb with his human seed. The wolf released one last howl, intoxicated with the hot, bubbling seed now inside her. Her swelling vulva tightened some more, trying to milk any more she could from him in the final stages of her climax, but then it finally loosed, letting John pull his penis out of her. He collapsed onto the grassy ground of the forest, completely spent and exhausted. He couldn't believe what he had just done or how great it felt, even if it was done out of fear for his life. He looked over to see the wolf panting happily, looking back at John. As her blue eyes looked over at John in delight, he was surprised to see her muzzle twist into an actual smile.
"You have done well human. You showed me your worth more than just a meal. That is quite fortunate for you," The wolf said in an older female voice.
"WHAT THE HELL! YOU CAN TALK?" John shouted, not believing his ears as he continued to stare at this unusual wolf.
"Simple minded human as always. You think you know everything about this planet, about this life but there are many things still beyond your comprehension. Members of my kind and I have been around for thousands of years, before you humans learned how to make fire. We keep ourselves hidden mostly and those of you who encounter us and tell the tale usually refer to us as some kind of monster. In fact your human myth of were-wolves came from us when those old farmers saw enormous wolves attacking their flocks. I am just one of many unknown and undiscovered secrets of this planet," the wolf replied.
"This is unreal. I don't know what to say. I guess it makes sense you are not some ordinary wolf since your so big and, uh, what you made me do just a few moments ago."
"Yes well you see I am not ordinary for my kind. I have what you may call a human fetish. I love and am obsessed with humans, their look, their smell, their taste, and their feel inside me. Occasionally I go out and find my "prey" and do what I want with them. Now most humans did not submit to me, so I just devoured them. You, on the other hand, were smart enough to satisfy me, so you are still alive right now," the wolf replied with a cruel smile.
"Yes, well I am glad you liked it. It wasn't, uh to bad, for being raped and all. I guess I will get going. You, um, take care doing what you do," John muttered while slowly getting up.
"Where do you think you going? You may have misunderstood me. I am letting you live, not letting you go. You belong to me now human, I marked you like any other piece of my territory. You still have a choice, however. You either submit to me and do whatever I wish or I will eat you right here. Either way, I have the control," the she-wolf said in a quite nasty tone.
"I really don't want to die. I will do what you want. I submit to you, please spare my life," John said sadly as he saw his fate was sealed.
"Oh don't worry, the only thing you will have to do is to keep me satisfied. Now come with me. I got a lot of "special plans" for my new plaything," the wicked she-wolf said as she took John with her into the dark, foreboding depth of the woods.
The End.