Wolfsbane
Quick teaser for a story I'm writing.
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Wolfsbane – Teaser
He held his heads in his hands and sobbed. Bloodied mud crept into his field of vision and he threw up violently. The smell was too much.
Ulf struggled to his feet and shambled away from the scene of the crime. His crime. He amended.
He looked away from it all and stumbled to his feet attempting to escape his daymare.
Ulf rubbed the crust of dried bodily fluids against his chest and grimaced when it was met with the rasp of dried blood peeling away from warm flesh. His head was foggy and he couldn't see where he was going and tripped over a mangled body. It was the girl from the village.
Her face was frozen in a agony and his mind he could see what he did to her. What he had seen her as. Just a toy to satisfy his carnal desires.
No. Ulf said to himself. Not his. The monster he became. He wiped his mouth and spat on the grass. Ulf salvaged rags from the bodies to clothe himself and wandered through the woods.
He came across a stream and used it to clean himself. Scrubbing at his face and hands as if it would silence the howls of delight he had called out.
The water came sweet to his lips and the stream carried away the proof of his misdeeds. Ulf lingered dipping his feet in and letting his mind refocus. He he had to keep moving, keep surviving until he could find his kin.
His kin. He only knew the stories. Men who had somehow come to an understanding with nature. Not quite cursed but not blessed either.
His reverie was interupted by the sting of an arrow through his chest. He turned and another one blurred his vision and he fell to the ground.
“Die you bastard!" He didn't recognize the voice but it wouldn't matter. He had tried with a sword, unfortunately the arrows wouldn't kill him.
“Please..." Ulf begged, “Leave..." He felt the familiar heat surge through his body. “RUN!" he growled. His limbs twisted and his face burned. His tongue lolled out and his teeth and muzzle stretched and cracked.
“What are you?" The hunter stared at the creature before him, his quiver empty. It was more wolf than man. He shook his head in disbelief and finally ran.
Ulf's stomach growled. He needed to feed. Wet nose to the wind and four monstrous paws to the ground he bounded after the hunter.
The air was crisp in his noise and his grey shaggy fur fluffed up in the breeze. The distrnce between hunter and hunted grew short and the man went down with a muffled cry for help.
The screams were music to his years, a sweet serenade to a well earned breakfast. Blood and hot fresh meat soon filled his belly. All that was left was to crunch the bones and lick the gore of his paws.
Ulf bounded into the forest. It was a delight, all the sounds and smells were invigorating and he was free to explore them at his leisure.
It drew him deep within its wood. He called out in search of packmates and felt a pang of loneliness when he wasn't answered. Ulf climbed a nearby mountain and looked out into the horizon.
Smoke rose from several promising clearings. He ran through the thickets and tall golden grasses. A wood and stone wall guarded the nearest one.
Afternoon's golden light shone upon it and for a brief moment he considered its beauty. Ulf lurked in the underbrush and wheat fields nearby waiting for sunset. He could smell them inside, such soft and gentle things.
His red cock began to peak from its sheath in antcipation. They were his for the taking, Ulf's heart pounded under his fur and as soon as the sun had made its bed beneath the earth he leapt over the fence.
Soft tilled earth squished under his paws along with fragile seedlings. He slunk to the edges of the garden listening and sniffing.
He was the only one inside and the other houses were empty. Confident he wouldn't be interrupted, Ulf scratched at the door and waited.
“Hmm?" The young male inside looked out the window but could not see anyone. Ulf scratched at the door again when it opened he leapt inside knocking the male to the floor.
With a quick kick the door was shut and he savoured his new toy. Sniffing and licking the salt from his neck. Though the man was initially scared the licks made him laugh.
Ulf was pleased and quickly but gently tore his pants off and began licking the man's crotch with his thick dripping tongue.
“Oh..." the man blushed and quickly grew hard. He couldn't believe how good it felt. The tongue began to wander and soon the werewolf began to lap at his between his buttocks.
The villager moaned and wriggled with pleasure but gasped as it began to stretch him gently tonguing further and further. A pool of thick drool gathered on the floor. He opened his eyes to a great red cock growing between the wolf's legs.
He tried to scoot backwards but was quickly pinned down with a great paw and his legs were pushed upwards with the other. Ulf grinned, slipped the tip in and sighed with pleasure. It was tight but the drool had done its work.
Furiously blushing the tilted his hips and spread his legs wide as the rest of the werewolf slid in. He moaned as he could feel it pulse inside. Ulf pulled himself back before sliding back in much to the pleasure of the villager.
He firmly grasped him with his paws and began a steady pace. Ulf let loose a playful howl and quickened his pace. The wolf panted with the waves of pleasure dripping drool from his lolling tongue.
The man grunted and gasped as he could feel himself grow close to finishing.
“Please... Don't stop..." He moaned.
Ulf's thrusts grew quicker and as he felt the man shudder with climax he pushed in deeply and sprayed his seed within. He gasped and growled with pleasure as he felt his knot grow large inside while his cock dripped and throbbed more cum.
“Uhh..." The villager gasped pain as he was stretched by the wolf's growing bulb.
The werewolf panted as the last few drops left. He began to shrink and as he pulled out his seed mixed with the drool on the floor.