# Into The Darkest Shadows

Author: StGeorgesHorse
Tags: Adolescent, Girl, Human, Human male, M/F, Pseudo-Rape/NC, Sneak Attack, Vaginal, Werewolf, night

#4 of The Moonrise Chronicles

                Hi! I'm
Maggie Peterson, formerly known as McGill. 
I'm not your average girl. Oh, on a good day I can pass for the average
adolescent, but most of the time I'm quiet and reserved. That's because I watch
everyone. Call it the predator instinct. I size up each person I come across.
Usually that takes mere seconds, but on occasion I spot someone that I think
will make an excellent meal, or maybe even something more primal. Tonight I'm
stalking a man that fits my needs perfectly. And he'll never know what bit him.
                I
followed him to the places he went, keeping an eye to make sure he didn't slip
away. He didn't know I was following him, and I wanted it to remain that way. I
knew his habits, and I had picked out a perfect spot for the attack.
                In
feral form I can pass for a mangy dog. If you get too close, you'll see I'm not
and wish you'd never laid eyes on me.  In
full transformation, I looked like hell incarnate. Red eyes, sharp teeth and
claws, black and gray fur. There was only one person I had met that seemed to
care for me regardless of how I looked. He was a good man through and through.
He was willing to go to great lengths to make me happy, but sometimes you just
had to do what you had to do. Instinct overruled common sense sometimes. 
                I
followed my future victim as he made his way down half-lit streets, through
parking lots and occasionally diverting through business buildings. I couldn't
tell if he knew I was there or if he was just wisely taking a well lit path. In
the end, it would n'tmatter. I would have my prize. 
                He made
his mistake when he finally diverged from his path of safety and cut through a
little park. Parks were dark, and home to all sorts of lurkers. Any more, they
were few and far between. They lived in fear of their lives anymore, and most
found living an honest life let them live longer.
                As this
fellow headed for a well worn path leading to the next street, I made my move.
I bounded over the distance with silent stealth and tackled him to the ground.
I immediately smelled the fear exuding from his pores. It made me all wet
inside. Oh, I don't just mean there. The saliva was running out the sides of my
jaws too. 
                I
clamped my jaws over his throat, but I didn't bite down. I had plans for this
one. I don't give a damn about your preconceived notion regarding my age and my
actions. If I was a little girl and that alone, I might bend to your moral
ideas. But I was half wolf, and as such I danced to a different tune. If you
want to judge me, try being me for a while and see how that goes. 
                This
guy wasn't the usual sort. If he was, I would have let him come to me. I always
hated the part in trying to get them undressed. A male was quick enough about
it when it was his idea, but when cornered and scared, they became quivering
little pansies. I let loose his throat long enough to speak. "Get undressed!"
                My
teeth clamped back down, inhibiting his speech. He was wise, this one. He undid
his belt and unzipped his pants. I moved enough for him to get them off. His
shirt I didn't really care about. What I needed was exposed and now I had the
task of working his manhood into a usable shape. Limp just didn't work well for
what I wanted.
                I might
have considered giving him a good time before I was finished with him, but if I
let go of his throat, he'd have his voice back. I didn't want screams, or even
pleading small talk. I wanted what I wanted and that was that.
                I
settled down on top of him, my body at an odd angle to my neck. I wasn't letting
up for a moment. I made adjustments my anatomy, creating a crotch that was more
akin to my human one than a wolf's. A wolf's was tighter and more compact, thus
making sex with a less than willing partner more difficult. I was wet with
excitement, and I vigorously rubbed myself the length of his cock. 
                It
didn't take too long for the thing to engorge. It rarely did. The male body was
designed for it. It didn't matter if it was your first time, or if it was going
to be your last time. A cock had a job and this was it. I let out a little
gurgle of joy as I felt it rise to the occasion. 
                You
see, in wolf form my body was old enough to have gone through the change from
cub to adult. It tended to carry over to my normal form as well, which made for
some uncomfortable problems at home. I believe you have an idea what I'm
talking about. My new father was still getting used to the idea of having a
daughter who was more than met the eye. Sometimes I had to take matters into my
own hands. Or paws. 
                I
rather wished I could let go of his neck. It would make this so much easier. I
released my grip and stared him in the eyes. "Look. I'm going to get what I
want. You're going to give it to me. After that, things are negotiable. If you
make a fuss, I might have to get rough. So don't say a word, got it?"
                He
nodded. That was good. I had not been able to get a good scratch in my privates
for a little while now. Father was busy, and I had to force ways of making my
own fun. He was a good man, but there were times when his busy schedule
interfered with our life. And look where that left me. 
                I found
it easier to forgive when I could get what I wanted. I was now in that
position. Literally. I worked myself over and onto this cock like a whirlpool
engulfing a ship. He groaned a little, but whether from fear or from pleasure I
wasn't sure. I didn't care. This was for me.  
                I liked
being on top. It made me feel dominant. I preferred feeling in control of my
life, even though I knew that I was still very young. In a human world, my age
made more of a difference to people than I think it should have. But then, I
was nothing like the mewling little fat cheeked girls at the school. All they
were good for, in my opinion, was growing up to make equally mewling, fat faced
little babies. I had greater aspirations. There were many levels to being on
top.
                Of
course, it also allowed me a better chance at guiding a man's cock to just the
right places. You have no idea how bad my itches got. If you've ever had a bug
bite that swells and burns, then you begin to know what I had to endure. It wasn't
always that bad. It was more cyclic, but when it struck, there was little to be
done for it except get in there and scratch it.
                I let
out an uncharacteristic "oooh" and ground down until I was flat against his
pubic hair. I pressed my hips down, and when that wasn't enough, I gripped his
sides with my knees and pushed even harder. I wanted it all in and I wanted it very
badly. I squeezed my internal muscles, clamping down and then pulling up with
my body.  I was so strong that I pulled
him up with me. He yelped a little but managed to keep his mouth shut. I'll
give him this; he had willpower.
                I
relaxed and allowed him to drop to the ground. I followed him back down, and
this time, used a gentler stroke. I dug my claws into his chest, not so much to
puncture the skin, but to show him who was boss. I think he already knew when
he was outmatched, but I wanted to make a statement and to make sure he
understood who was in control.
                After
that, I simply lost myself in the pleasure of the act. He got into too, it
seemed, and I didn't begrudge him one bit. He even got so brave as to put his
hands on me, working to guide my body over his. I hardly needed help, but maybe
it made him feel better. He might as well take what he could. You never know
when I might change my mind. 
                My senses
were acute, and in the darkness my eyes could see and my ears could hear things
that few humans could. There was no one in the area to disturb me, except for a
doe, which made a quick exit, and a skunk, which made a similar exit stage
left. It was late enough that the wise were snuggled in their beds, and the
evil somewhere else besides the dark corners of the town. I had done some good
in striking fear into most of the underground community. I don't think the
police were looking too hard for their mystery vigilante.
                I made
him last for an hour. He might have been too scared to release. Maybe he knew
that a lot was riding on his performance. All I knew was that he was good;
great even if I was feeling generous. When I finally had my buttons pushed enough
times, I went into an ecstatic series of lunges, to and fro, up and down, back
and forth; so much so that it was a wonder I didn't break him. I could feel him
cumming to, and that made it all the better!
                I
collapsed in a heap on top of him, panting as my tongue dangled out of my
mouth. Salvia dripped onto his chest. I gave his skin an experimental lick. It
tasted of salt and pheromones. Humans could never detect that, but my senses
were superhuman. I was so happy I actually settled down, not even fearful of
any retribution. What could he possibly do to me?
                "Well,
what did you think?" I asked my victim.
                "God
Damn it Maggie! We have a whole house we can do this in. Why must we do this
outside? Have you any idea how much trouble there will be if we get caught? It
scares the hell out of me that someone might discover us."
                Father
did so get worked up over the little things. "So tell them you were getting
raped by a dog."
                "You're
still trying to drive me to insanity, aren't you?"
                I
sighed. "You whine more than I do! Did you enjoy it or not?"
                That
stumped him. "Actually, it was pretty intense." He remained quiet for a moment.

"When can we do it again?"

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