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[i]Kara moved to the other side of the tree to watch as the male wolf towered over the young woman, flaring his muzzle, baring his rows of razor-sharp lupine teeth. He growled, his eyes looking her body up and down in a lustful manner, before making his intentions clear.

“At least, not until after I fuck you!"[/i]

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The young woman screamed and she pushed herself backwards along the ground, before flipping over and scrambling to get away. She didn't get far. The wolf pounced upon her, lashing out with a clawed paw and grabbing her scarlet cloak by the hood. He yanked it back towards him, but the woman thrashed and pulled at the garment, and managed to wriggle free, breaking into a run.

Kara watched, bemused, as the wolf, his face the picture of surprise, was left holding the empty cloak, while his blood-red cock was still hanging out of his leggings. With a snarl, he tossed the cloak away and sprinted after her.

The woman's booted feet pounded the forest floor like pistons, but the chase was over before it began. The wolf caught up with her in only a few bounds.

There was a loud, ear-piercing scream as his claws found her, in a horizontal swipe that tore through that delicate white summer-dress and into the skin on her back. She dropped to her knees and slumped forward, folding her arms over her chest. She looked so small, trembling as the giant wolf reached down…

Kara had seen enough. With a mute sigh, she turned back to the edge of the escarpment, and made preparations to climb back down.

“Please, no, don't…“

The voice of the human woman was between a plead and a scream, delivered between audible sobs. Kara pitied her, for what it was worth; so small and defenceless against the horny predator, easily three times her size.

[i]In most respects[/i], she thought.

Still, Kara knew that he probably wasn't alone, meaning [i]she[/i] would be next if she didn't get moving. She had just found a place to clamber over the edge when a scream rang out that echoed off the trees, followed by a harrowing silence.

Then, there came the tearing of cloth and the splitting of stitches.

Kara felt her fur stand on end at the sound. She had heard her kind take human women before. Seldom were they willing. Yet for some reason, that particular sound shook her to her core. She stood back up, and looked back in the direction of the wolf and his prey.

She told herself that she needed to flee. It was the smart thing to do, given her situation. Despite that, every fibre of her being seemed to say otherwise, and her footpaws stayed welded to the ground.

The silence soon gave way to sounds of commotion and muffled yells, and she fought the urge to cover her ears until she felt she could do so no longer. She took off, running headlong in the direction of the noise, soon passing the closest line of trees and coming to rest when she was a stone's throw from the pair.

“Kalrath!" the she-wolf yelled, recalling the upper clansman's name. “Put her down!"

The woman was propped up against the trunk of a broad oak tree, while the wolf was standing behind her. One of his paws covered her jaw, muffling her cries for help, while the other had a grip on the torn cloth of her dress, and seemed to be pulling it apart, stitch by stitch. His muzzle was buried in the wound his earlier slash had left on her back, slurping at the blood that had seeped from the fresh cuts. The woman trembled, whimpering at each slurp.

At Kara's words, the wolf stood bolt upright, before whirling to face her, dropping his prey.

“Kara?" he said, his eyes opening wide. The woman against the tree faltered, but found the strength to mumble in defiance.

“Help me," she whined.

“Silence, human!" Kalrath snarled. He lashed out with his paw, striking her neck and shoving her sideways. She spun to the ground, landing on her side, and Kara could see her face was reddened and damp with tears. Her formerly fine white dress had been reduced to dirty, shredded, blood-covered rags, and in that pose, the hem had fluttered up to rest over her abdomen, exposing her undergarments; stretched over her mound, they were white, with a tiny red bow on the front.

She lay deathly still as Kalrath cracked his knuckles, staring at Kara over the thirty feet-or-so that stood between them. From this close, she felt almost overpowered by the twin bodily scents of the woman's blood, and that of the wolf's unsheathed length; if she wasn't so incensed at the situation, she might've found the mixture somewhat arousing.

“Kalrath, you will address me as-“ Kara started. She didn't reach the end of the sentence, as the wolf snorted, and broke into a laugh, before dropping to sit on his haunches. He made no effort to conceal that this was to put his eyes level with her lower body.

“I will address you by whatever name I choose! You know the law, Kara. Your mother has spent her lifetime reminding the rest of us about it."

Kara scowled at his words.

“I am not my mother, mongrel!"

Kalrath did not reply right away. His long muzzle cracked into a grin, and he lowered his right paw until it had a firm grip on his pointed, red cock. He stroked it as he cocked his head to one side, his gaze locked on her exposed nethers.

“You could end all this as it starts, you know. It'd only take a moment," he growled.

Kara rolled her eyes.

“A moment? You old-fashioned romantic," she jeered.

He stood back up, and lifted his arms, tensing to stretch out his back.

“Suit yourself. It seems today's all about firsts. I've never fucked a blonde," he glanced at the woman, who was still lying on the floor, before turning back to Kara. “And I've never put pups in a princess. Now bend over!"

No sooner had the words escaped his muzzle than he leapt at her. From Kara's perspective, the movement was explosive, propelling him towards her with every reserve of those powerful, muscular legs.

His jump covered the entire distance between them, but Kara hopped backwards at the last moment, leaving him to reach out and grab the empty air where she had been standing. He stumbled forward from the momentum and tried to tackle her to the ground, throwing his arms around her waist and shoving his right shoulder into her stomach. Kara had no plans to lie on her back for him; she brought her paws up high and linked them, then smashed them down upon his back. The impact was like the sound of a great drum.

She heard him exhale, coughing and spluttering as his grip around her waist weakened, and she reached down to grab him. She found a grip on his head-fur and the back of his jerkin, and lifted with all her might, twisting her body and sending him flying.

He landed with a roll, finishing face-down, but he pushed himself into the press-up position, attempting to get back onto his footpaws.

Insulted by his earlier presumptuousness, Kara approached him, then let fly with her right leg, kicking him clean across the face with perfect form. The side of his muzzle burst against his teeth, and as he fell onto his back, the arc travelled by his head cast a spray of fresh blood into the air. He finished face-up, muzzle pointed at the sky.

He did not try to get up right away. She could see his chest rising and falling, but there was a much clearer sign that he was probably still conscious.

Kara stepped close and crouched next to him, then stretched out her paw and grabbed his still-rigid cock. She took great pleasure at pressing the sharp edges of her claws against the exposed, delicate flesh.

“Hnngrkk-“ he exclaimed. His shoulders and legs rose from the ground, while it seemed he was trying to curl up in some kind of futile defence. The sudden movement caused his beating cock-flesh to move in her paw, and right away the air was thick with its scent.

“Down!" she commanded. She saw his muzzle flare in anger, and she tightened her grip to make the order stick. Kalrath winced, and laid his head back, letting out a mournful whine.

“To think," she seethed, “that a sleazy piece of shit like you expected to knot me, like with all those other females who just couldn't stop you. Even unarmed, I could break you in half."

She squeezed again.

“Hrk!" He groaned, gasping for breath. “I had to! It's the law!"

Kara rolled her eyes at this response, and ran her paw downwards, then reached into his leggings until she found his pendulous, sensitive family jewels. She clasped her paw around them, sinking her claws until she thought that any tighter would draw blood. Kalrath's eyes rolled back in their sockets, while he breathed in and out of his muzzle like a great bellows from the pain.

She leaned in until her jaws were close to his ear, and started to whisper.

“I'm going to let go in a moment. You're going to get up, wag your tail, and run off in a northerly direction. You will not turn back. You will never see me, or that woman again. If I run into you," she flicked the tip of his cock with her other paw, an act which saw him wince, “I'll castrate you, and I'll make you watch while I do it."

She let go, and stood back. Kalrath struggled, but was soon vertical, if a little unsteady. True enough, he took a forlorn look at her, then relaxed his shoulders and turned away. He slinked off in slow, limping steps, but stopped after a few paces.

Kara clenched her fists.

“Kara," he said, making no effort to turn back around, “Vargas and Rantan are here too. Rantan you can probably handle, but Vargas seems to want it the most."

“Go," she growled. True enough, Kalrath resumed his limping gait. Kara watched for a couple of minutes until she was satisfied he was out of sight, and only then did she relax.

From nearby, she heard sobbing, and realised the young woman must have come to. She looked back in the direction of where she had landed, and saw that she was still lying on her side, with her knees tucked in against her chest. Her small body trembled with the sound of each sob, and Kara's chest welled in sympathy. She got up and approached the young girl, but almost right away, her footpaw became caught in something, and she looked down to see the woman's red cloak on the floor, stained with mud. She reached down and picked it up, admiring the fine cloth, before crouching in front of the crying woman.

“He's gone. He won't be coming back," she said. She unfurled the cloak and placed it over her semi-naked body, before placing a reassuring paw on her shoulder.

“I am Kara, highborn of… Hmmm. I guess that now, I'm clanless. Who are you?"

The young woman sniffed as she pushed herself up to a seated posture. She pulled the filthy red cloak tighter around her body, and looked up into Kara's eyes for the first time. Kara was taken by her gaze, for even though her face was swollen from weeping, her eyes were of a blue that Kara had only seen in the petals of the wildest of flowers.

“Hood," she said, in a mouselike voice. “My name is Hood."

“Where are we? Where is the nearest town?" Kara asked.

Hood lifted her arm from under the cloak and pointed off to her right. It seemed to cause her significant difficulty just lifting the weight of her own limb.

“Gresfall, to the west, a few miles," she said. She seemed to find it difficult to speak, breathing in and out with every other word.

With that point of reference, Kara looked to the west, then surveyed the area around them, searching for anything she recognised. It had been many years; in fact, she had only been a pup last time she was in these parts.

“Then I know where we are, I think. Why were you…"

Kara trailed off as she heard a worrying sound. Hood had had slumped forward. Her blonde hair, now tangled and strewn with dirt, had fallen over her face, while her skin was as white as porcelain.

“Hood?" Kara asked. She could hear her breathing in short sharp breaths, and only then looked over the woman's shoulder to see that the back of her torn, white dress was a mess of crimson and scarlet, as the wounds Kalrath had inflicted continued to bleed.

“Great mother," Kara cursed as she picked her up, finding her small enough to cradle her in her arms.

“Hood," she said, shaking her to try and rouse her. She opened her eyes, but Kara could see that her pupils were shrunken and focused on the far distance. “Hood, try to stay awake. I know somewhere I can take you," she said, hoping against hope that she really did know where they were.

“At least, if it's still there."

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