Mav's Iditarod..The Lust
The first kill, will always determine a battle..Kill the leader, and the followers will scatter. Kill the favorite..and they will turn on you. I pad up toward the pack of mange infested rouges, my knife's blade gleaming dully in the weak sun, my breath steady, and controlled, everything about me, ready for the fight; I lunge, slipping my blade across the throat of one of the rogues, the Shepherd named Baron, the one who I thought was the leader. The razor sharp blade easily slit through his jugular, his dark blood flowing freely out and onto his fur as his eyes roll back into his head, not even knowing he was dead. As Baron collapsed to the snow with a crunch, the others turn to face me, eyes devoid of any sentient intelligence, and mouths foaming with the rabies and mange they were all infected with...With a snarl, they rush me, lithe bodies swiping their infected claws at me with venom and fury, controlled by nothing but the infectious diseases that cloud their minds, I dispatch one easily with a straight right jab to the bridge of the nose, crumpling the delicate body part in on itself, and sending cartilage fragments into his brain, killing him instantly. On my return spin after following through with the punch, I feel a sharp pain in my side and look to see a paw and arm sticking out of it, one of the bastards got me! Furious at my lack of attention, I snap his arm with an elbow thrust, then dispatch him with gusto. The last of the rouges tucks his tail and runs, yelping as if I beat him as a child... After I made sure there was no danger, I cautiously approached the vixen, paw outstretched and with a smile on my face, She hesitated for a moment, then took my paw in hers and I helped her up. Brushing her self off, she looked at me, and asked what my name was, and before I could even answer, it hit me..the disease they had been carrying was a lust based disease..and I had caught it.
My eyes dimmed, my vision faded to a dark grey, and she was the only detail I saw, but I didnt see her standing there with concern in her eyes.. Oh no.. I saw her laying helpless on the ground, covered in my cum as I ravaged her..
With my breath coming in short, wild pants, my grip on her paw was rough, feeling the bones in her forearm grind slightly together as I yanked her towards me, The smell of her fear coming as an aphrodisiac to my nose. She struggled, feebly though it was, in my arms, her struggling and grunting only making my lust that much more potent. I picked her up, and, throwing her over my shoulder, I head back to my little outpost I had, my grip on her like iron, unyielding as i pad slowly back.
I return to my tent,the vixen in tow and unzip the flap keeping the inside dry, with hardly any effort at all, I toss her inside roughly, not caring where or how she lands. After stooping to get inside myself, I train my glazed eyes onto her and grin wickedly. In one smooth motion my shorts were off, revealing the 12" red shafted cock spearheading from its fuzzy sheathe between my legs. The vixen took one look at the throbbing shaft, and the eyes that controlled it, and started to cry, curling up, she cried hard, he fear so obvious in the air, and a strange new scent that filled my lust crazed nostrils.. the scent, of piss. The unbridled scent of her urine causes my already throbbing cock to swell a bit more, and shoot out a glob of my warm pre into the air. I approach her, and with my own claws, I tear asunder her clothing, leaving shreds of it all over the floor of my tent, and licking my chops at seeing her slight frame, her perky breasts, now with perky nipples as well thanks to the cold, and her soft, sweet looking cunt, the fur around it now stained with her fear piss.
Her struggles were in vain, her cries of terror and pleas for mercy falling on def ears, as i groped at her, squeezing her small breasts firmly in my paws, while trailing a claw along her slit, making her shiver a bit. Her pushes against me, trying to escape only fuel my lust, making me want her more, I bring her trembling rear close to my crotch, and slam my throbbing cock into her, stealing her virginity and causing her to bleed all over my cock as I thrust hard, making her wail in pain and discomfort. She cries out, throwing curses, and pleas at me, trying desperately to reach my inner self, but to no avail. The feeling of her tight, unclaimed hole sends shivers up my spine, the need to blow my seed into her, grows alarmingly quick, as every other sense was dulled and the sense of breeding magnified by 30 fold. With my climax on the edge of taking over, I pin her paws up above her head, and I sink my fangs into her neck, marking her, but also not caring whether she lived or died. The coppery taste in my mouth from her blood peaks my lust, and I hilt home, driving both cock and knot deep into her, the tip of my cock penetrating past her cervix and the knot locking me inside as I erupt, my balls suck up into their sack and pump. Load after load of sticky, fertile cum floods into her womb, coating every inch of her insides until I cant pump any more, and I black out, collapsing on top of her, while my seed mixes inside her.......
Thanks for reading.. this is a lot out of the ordinary for me, quite dark, but thought it might add a unique twist.
Also, this is my first erotica on here, please be constructive with your criticisms...
thanks again for reading
Maverick BloodFang