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Isabelle Morgain had been told countless times to keep away from the woods. The young girl was always wandering off, and the people in her village seemed eager to protect her, almost to the point where she would run into the forest simply to spite them. She had no idea that they were warning her of the dangers within the peaceful wood.

Isabelle’s father, Riktor, was the chief of the village, his gruff manner and harsh treatment of those charged with his only daughter’s protection made him a person to be feared and respected. He had lost his wife, Ashleigh, in childbirth, and with her, his second daughter. His sons were fighting wars with other villages for the right to marry their chief’s daughters, but Isabelle was his pride and his joy. Her spirit made her like her mother when she and Riktor first met, and so her safety was all the great chief could think about.

Today however, was a day of celebration. The fertility feast had begun, and the harvest was upon the village. The villagers normally charged with Isabelle’s protection were more concerned with gathering grain and drinking the many types of alcohol from the previous harvest than watching over a troublesome girl. Isabelle chose this day to escape.

Dressed in a cotton gown, dyed with indigo and a white apron, Isabelle took off towards the wood, eager to find the secret place she discovered the last time she ran free. As the light fades with each step she takes, she knows she’s getting close. As the sweet scent of fresh water fills her nose, she knows she’s arrived. As her eyes take in the clear pool of steamy water, she smiles. This hot spring, the one from which this wood received the name Spring Forest, has been here for centuries. This spring has served as a bathing spring for countless beings, from wolves and fox, to humans and even the dragons of ancient time according to the village legends. Stripping off her garments, Isabelle cannot help herself any longer and decides to enter the water.

As the warm liquid rushes over her naked body, Isabelle relaxes from her hours of running. Her eyes closed in bliss, she’s unaware that the scent of her form has drawn attention from one of the dangers she was warned about. In the shadows, a pair of gleaming golden orbs watches this girl as she bathes. Black lips part to allow a long pink tongue to moisten glistening white fangs as this being watches the lone girl. As he walks silently towards the spring, the fading sunlight sends dappled beams across his coat, making black fur shine with golden light. This is the Alpha of the wolf tribe, Jett, the pure black wolf with a scar over his right eye. Jett had come to this spring for a bath himself, but upon scenting a female nearing her heat, had decided to see what could be done. As he watches the human girl undressing and entering the spring, a smile forms on his muzzle and a dark plan in his heart.

Isabelle sighs as she surfaces, her long blonde hair falling around her face like a darkened waterfall as she leans against the rocky wall of the spring. She’s so caught up in her freedom that she doesn’t realize the shape watching her from a distance is a wolf, but thinks it’s merely a stray dog from the village.

As she calls to him, Jett is nearly offended by her treatment of him being that of some common mutt from the village, but he remembers this girl has not seen any of Wolfkind, nor have wolves seen her village in hundreds of years. He smirks to himself and walks up to her, even wagging his long bushy tail for her as he inhales her fertile scent. As his nose makes contact with her naked body, it sends shivers down her spine, and as Jett enters the spring with her, he can feel blood pulsing to his cock as the head slowly emerges from its sheath beneath the steamy water. Isabelle begins stroking Jett’s soft fur, feeling relaxed as the wolf gently nuzzles her. Isabelle can feel a strange sensation coming from the cleft between her legs, but brushes it off as the warm water. As she stretches, she unwittingly puts herself in a position to be mounted by this powerful enemy, her legs spread as her hands rest on the rocky ledge, her stomach against the smooth stone of the ledge beneath the waves. Jett can no longer wait for her, and he licks her once before his front paws grip her hips and pull her towards him. He can feel his body morphing slightly, just enough to allow him to speak to her as a human would.

“Don’t move, little girl. I’m going to claim you as my mate, and with you being so fertile, I have few doubts you will bear many pups for me in the future. If you try to run or scream, I will kill you here and now.” Jett growls, his raspy tone proof he is no normal dog.

Isabelle whimpers as she feels Jett position himself at her opening, her childish mind knowing about how women in the village become pregnant and how they scream when their babies are born, and fear fills her. She’s afraid to die, so she does not try to escape, her self-preservation instinct dictating her actions as Jett’s mating instinct dictates his.

As the pointed tip of Jett’s cock enters the warm heat of Isabelle’s virgin cunt, she can feel the thin membrane guarding her opening rip away and tears fill her eyes as she whimpers loudly in pain. Jett smiles, knowing this female is his and gently sinks his fangs into her shoulder as his hips ram forward, shoving inch after inch of his swollen cock into Isabelle’s fragile pussy. The human girl can feel her inner walls being stretched obscenely by the wolf’s thick meat, and she knows how the village dogs mate, shoving a thick fleshy bulb into the female’s cunt to keep their seed from escaping, so she knows what is to come. Isabelle’s mind slowly breaks, her survival instinct dies down to release her own mating instinct as she sinks lower in the water to allow Jett to have better access to her body as he begins thrusting harder and faster into her depths, bringing forth obscene moans and shouts from his human mate.

Isabelle howls in pleasure as she feels her body spasm beneath the wolf, his thick cock and pointed head ramming against the entrance to her womb with increasing force. As she feels her orgasm begin, Jett thrusts his cockhead into her womb, breaching her cervix and exiting his sheath completely. His knot begins to swell, and as he continues thrusting, he can feel the rush of fluid from Isabelle’s release lubricating the passage for him to completely take her. As his cock is thrust deep into her small body, he can feel the pressure of his knot trying to enter her, and feel his balls churning with his impending release. Isabelle cries out in pleasure as the pressure of the knot entering her cunt suddenly ceases, as the large fleshy mass is lodged inside her, and she slams her jaws together as Jett bites her neck hard as he cums within her. Isabelle can feel every burst of fluid from the wolf’s cock as it enters her womb, trying desperately to find an egg to fertilize. The two remain tied for nearly an hour, the obscene size of Jett’s cock lengthening the time for the young woman to remain knotted to him. Isabelle can feel blood flowing from the spots where Jett bit her, and as she feels faint from the loss of blood, she can feel her wolf mate licking the wound, unsure of whether he’s soothing her, or tasting her. As Jett leaves for the night, he glances back at the unconscious human girl, unaware that the rest of his pack has been waiting, and watching. Unaware that their intent for this child is far more sinister, and she will not be able to survive long enough to produce Jett’s pups.

Isabelle breaks from her unconscious dream, just long enough to feel the pack’s fangs upon her, just long enough to understand why the forest is forbidden, before her world ends within the bellies of Jett’s pack.