Chapter 1 - Of Beasts and Prey [Ero]

Can't believe I am the one to take care of this. He moved across the shadowy glade and turned sapphire eyes towards the basket; at the pillowy looking little cloth on the bottom of it and the delicate fresh buns resting on the fabric, alongside a packed, fine cube of butter, a cupcake and a bottle of wine. It's not like it's dangerous to go this far alone. 

Forth, across the forest road did he walk. It's just because girls like me more than them and today is the Heartsday, they just want a head start. Light broke through the many tree crowns time and again, flashly illuminating the red cape with a hood of the same colour and sometimes the white apron in which he took out from home. Which is fine they just should have said something instead of doing this. 

But it wasn't like he could say anything against it as technically it was his turn today, just not alone. Idiots. I'll get this to grandma’ s doors and then leave early. Maybe today she won’t make me stay for food.  Any other occasion, it would be a fool’s wish but given the day and the circumstances, maybe she would understand. Worst case they would send him again tomorrow, which was fine. 

So he walked past the many colours of the mushroom corner, past these white and pillowy ones, wide abalones, coal-looking trumpets and even the mane-shaped hericiums. As they would do nothing but fill the basket nicely, he sighed once more, realizing he already put a few next to the bottle of wine, regardless of his plans. Grandma really likes black trumpets.  

So did the short man kneel over some and gather them furtherly; his slick for a man but not overly delicate body worked carefully - he was far from the tallest or bulky as the world decided he would be of different beauty; of raven black hair and fine but slim posture. Such a colour of his strands connected well with vividly sapphire gaze, granting him a most cute if not appetizing look. 

Soon he heard as if something rustled in the thickets outside the dark nock of the forest.

Blue eyes shoot there with some kind of a sudden alert but only birds were to be spotted; a whole flight taking from the ground and rising into the air. Birds, eh? Guess I'm getting paranoid. With nothing to worry about he moved forth, eventually getting over some fallen log but gently hitting a sticking out branch with his basket. Unable to do anything, he just watched as a cube of butter happily jumped out and then plummeted down onto the log, right through a hole in it and into the hollow husk.

He stood and stared for just a moment longer before closing his eyes and taking a deeper breath.  "Well done, Rubi. You have luck as per usual." He spoke to himself with a theatrically strained voice, thumbing his nose; that voice was fine no less, gentle and not too deep, mixing well with his more delicate looks. I swear, the universe is against me getting a girl. Soon he took to the edge of the fallen tree and put the basket right by there. Just don’t have a raccoon inside or I am going to bust. 

The manboy fell onto his knees and then spread his arms, lowering himself even more in a safe distance from the trunk; you really needed to almost meet the ground with your face to look into some of these and being not too close saved you in case anything planned to get scared and jump out. Never again with the…

Then something fell upon him with fine force and pushed him into the ground, a great weight suddenly presented itself on his upper back and all the light seemed gone, blocked by something.

 Or someone. 

"Wacha doing, little lamb?" A dry, throat voice of contentedness reached his ears; all as his breathing ceased and eyes turned wider than ever. With a shaking head did he look to the right, just a little bit but just enough to see that massive, wolven paw that lied just next to his little hand. 

Y-You're joking… He stuttered even inside his own mind and stared with an expression that nearly seeped with fear. You can't be serious. N-Not by the last…

A faster, terrified breath was taken as he felt the left hand rise and then gently slide across his back; massive claws tasted him although didn't do as much as tear through his cape. "I asked, wacha doing here, little lamb?" Wolven snout lowered itself and suddenly he could see just right next to his head, vivid eyes could fall upon the array of exposed sharp teeth and maws that were massive enough to classify him as but a snack. It c-could eat me in a few b-bites…

"I…" He didn't really do much more than stutter out a few words. "... grabbing, c-collecting mushrooms."

"What a pretty squeal you have." The wolven one praised, soon tasting his side as well. "Food eh?" An amused purr reached his ear; something primitively delicate did resound within it and the courier couldn't help but to ask himself a few things - even though fine proof and answers were given as soon as the beast above him decided to move back and forth a little, causing some heavy but pillowy weight to slide accordingly across his back. 

You c-can't be serious, it is… He swallowed as this monstrous weight ran up and down, pressing him more or less into the ground depending on where it was; all as a heavy smile of razor-sharp fangs grew next to him. "Funny that." A promising voice continued. "I was pretty hungry too."

"W-Wait…" He begged out as a throat chuckle reached him, stoking the fear that followed as this plump, pillowy weight was raised off his back. "We can…" Heavy claws wrapped around him as the beast stood up, all to pull him up no less; to force him upwards and right between things he never imagined to be that big. 

His head was shamelessly slammed between innate mountains of beauty-flesh, squeezed between them and their easily moldable flesh. Pushed as deep as possible, all to a point where most of his vision was obstructed and likely only that red as roses, bright hood was sticking out. 

H-How big is this bloody werewolf!? He asked in his mind, knowing that his head was just at the height of her bust and that she was big enough to pull him up like a little doll. And what's up with these… His thought wouldn't be finished as two hands pressed from outside and squeezed his cheeks between these colossal udders of a beast; his vision lessened even more and now it was no different to being in a dark room, able to see out through a small slit in the wall. 

"We can what? Tell me with that pretty voice of your." The wolven one asked, her nipples now pointing inwards her very cleavage and very much in front of the sapphire eyes. And they were finely dark, so fittingly contrasting with the short, grey fur that covered the rest of her breasts. "You better speak quickly because I barely can hold my appetite." Her throat voice carried itself with some kind of a content growl. 

"We c-can talk it out." He squealed out, mumbling more into her breasts than not and feeling just how fluffy her body otherwise was; he was forcefully hugged into a thick, fur blanket and between those colossal, canine pillows where the temperature was but adequate. "P-Please." H-How much do they weigh and why did she put me there?

Is it so I can't escape?

"I see." She nodded with some kind of promise and then he felt her claws dig into his apron, so easily rip it apart as if she was tearing a leaf. "Your heart is beating really fast, little lamb." The sound of torn linen filled the glade, his upper atire ending its life prematurely and his breath stepping into rhythm with the heart, turning rapid and shallow.

N-No shit. He cursed in his mind, feeling as a heavily clawed, flesh-ripping but madly gentle paw ran across his chest; tasting it, examining it, seeing its finely carved nature but yet enjoying the lack of excess muscle. And yet, it was exactly that touch that made his eyes widen in real fear. 

Not now I beg you, not now. He begged, the act uncertain as not even he knew whom he begged - was it the god, his brain or perhaps just his manhood? Most likely the last as his meat could read the situation in only one way and began to harden shamelessly. I don't want to die like this. 

With a hard-on for some fat uddered dog. 

M-Maybe she w-won't notice and… "And what is that?" Rubi heard an amused, little mocking purr and soon felt this hand go down, right onto his pants. More precisely onto the massive bulge that was there, the tightly packed cock that barely was kept in check inside the poor trousers. Its size unfittingly massive, giant in return and somehow not fitting on top of his small but athletic body. 

She grabbed it with her whole paw and squeezed down just enough to send some kind of excited shiver across his body. H-Hands off you animal… Whether it was fear for what would happen or whether for the sanctity of it that would be broken; handworks didn't count but he did want to save it for his chosen one. 

"That seems a little too big." She declared with honest curiosity and then her claw made it under the edge of his pants, pulling them down just a little bit and in return rising the tension inside as whatever thing laid inside, it wanted to bounce out without a shadow of doubt. "Let's take a peek." She declared encouragingly. 

"W-Wait…" Don't…!

It jumped out with force that was enough to slap a werewolf away; massive to fit her whole jaws and veiny in a rawly vulgar manner, downcanting under its own weight even when turned well-erected. Thick, fat, wide and just with enough heat to be almost steamy, a ridiculous size for a body so delicate and small. Most of all, it was just shocking. 

The massive paw seemingly froze for a moment, just to then find out that it barely could hold this thing. Movements of the very werewolf lessened and her free hand no longer pressed the canine mound of beauty-meat against the human cheek, allowing him to see more. F-Fuck this thing has some real touch. 

The curse resounded inside his mind as while wolven paws could be flesh ripping, it would be only the claws that did so; the palm was covered with these puffy pads that were no different to little pillows and in this case but cushions for a fat slab of cockmeat. Gods… This time he referred to his deities clearly, although without a clear request. Why did she stop… On one hand, he didn’t want to know why, on another, it was his dick that was out there so he did have to learn something. 

“What?” She declared dryly with some kind of unsure emotions, as if she didn’t expect anything half as good; she canted her head and he, no longer trapped between udders that even for a man like him were too shamelessly large, looked up to see what this werewolf even was. “What the hell is this thing? How did a human like you…” She didn’t finish her own sentence and he just stared at the side of her head; at these sharp maws and somewhat shocked expression but most importantly at one more thing that gathered his attention.

What’s up with these fucking eyelashes!? They couldn’t be there naturally; she just had such a thick line of eyelashes going across her eye and gracefully going outwards by the end. Dark and lushy, long and almost screaming with femininity - rawly slapping it onto this giant canine body. His fear began to mix with some kind of disbelief, just ridiculous shock that something like this wolf could even exist. 

"No matter, I suppose." She eventually purred out and gathered herself, just to smirk softly and throw Rubi onto the ground. He fell onto this back and met the cold ground, finally allowed to see whatever stood before him. 

Her snow-white teeth presented themselves with a fine array of sharp teeth and it was a fine snout she had, finished with this black nose that on anyone else could even be considered cute. Her expression and the rest of that body broke any of that rather swiftly. 

Not only had she these absurdly massive, canine udders, covered with short, gray fur and finished with nipples so big and black but more so, her entire body was some kind of sexual madness. Her belly was but a fine show of delicate muscles and her hips hosted some of the fattest ass he had ever seen; these thighs were built exactly for carrying that body across the wilds but yet seemed covered with a fine layer of fat. 

It was a mad set of proportions, not crazy outside these wild udders that could feed a whole two or three wolf-litters but still looking alike someone's wild sexual fantasy that he didn't think too much about. And then there were those bloody innate eyelashes that gave her that kind of look. I-Is she some kind of a… werewolf slut or what?!

He asked himself but wouldn't dare to do so otherwise - she still was a wild animal and could go rabid at any moment. "I'm about to make this your day, little lamb." She declared with a content voice, raising one of her feet and simply pressing it against that dick; rubbing these pads across it and continuing. "You're about to see what werewolves are made of."

I'm not a lamb… Rubi swallowed and then took a sharper, stimulated breath as her paw somehow didn't feel bad at all - even though being touched by some filthy animal still was far from perfect. She stroked his dick without much care, towering above alike some kind of a victor and eyeing his meat more than his face. "I could eat you up right now." The canine purred out in satisfaction. "But you seem to have some kind of a gift for what you actually are."

"We're gonna take it slow then." She declared while licking these black, wolven lips. 

Is she really all about my dick?! He growled in his mind but didn't dare to do much more, feeling how his tip was soon pressed against, coerced into releasing more precum.  

"So let's go." She kicked his thing ever so softly, causing him to shiver and shoot a fine amount of some early nectar. "You…" … fucking animal. He cursed in his mind and panted out just the early part, just to close his eyes in all of this sensation. A few breaths later he was back to looking at her and yet, all he could see was a wagging, waving to the sides tail that sometimes hit his forehead. 

For she already was squatting over his dick, showing him not only her dripping, pink wolf-cunt but also something that he should have expected by this point - a black, deliciously puckered out asshole that twitched, almost asking for more. You've got to be joking…

Yet it was just her ladyparts that would kiss his tool, there was little doubt as she stared back at it all, grabbing it and trying to guide it towards that juicing hole. "Now come here you little lamb-tool." She purred out, rubbing the tip against her buttocks a few times in the process. Not a lamb…

He corrected her again and just watched as she struggled to get it in.  Even at this she's horrible, my god… His expression turned to annoyance - not only had he to suffer this werewolf but she did also appear to be some kind of a wolf-slut, one pretty bad on top of that. And this fucking attitude of hers. 

Eventually the stars align and he could feel how his tool met her loveparts, slapping the lower lips and feeling their heat, alongside with wetness; it all causing him to twitch softly. Oh god. He took a deeper breath as the wolven tail wagged faster. She might be stupid on the outside but might just be alright inside…

"We're gonna have some fun." She declared and then lowered her behind, the whole lot of wolven behind. Yet so, her sharp teeth suddenly clenched with force as it turned out to be no good fit; this monstrous load of meat didn't exactly fit well with her insides and anyone could hear that juicy, wet noise of its struggle. 

He arched in the response, feeling the clenching, lower lips of a werewolf; the sensation of heat only a massive, furried body could produce. Hell, she's tight. The courier panted but so did the wolf before him, her lips clenching as clearly he was more than she was up to take. "This thing…" She growled out, slowly but angrily going down his tool and moving her rear to the sides, as if to make this ramming easier. 

There goes my first time. He took a sharper breath, somewhat giving in and simply feeding off that sensation. His breathing just turned sharp at times, ragged, outright stopped and resumed whenever her muscles clenched around his tool. S-She has to be some racial slut. He stuttered in his mind, staring at these buttcheeks and maybe just enjoying the idea of grabbing them. 

But as he accepted his fate, it was much different on the other side. The wolf panted out like a dog in summer heat, she felt that throbbing thing go deep into her belly and knew that it was barely a third she managed to take it - humans were supposed to be small. Real small. This is why she came here, not to take on some kind of a demon. 

And every inch she took was paid with some kind of blank moment, with a missing moment in her thoughts and warmth she didn't understand. "Uuuh…" She groaned as a drop of saliva escaped through her maws and as her asshole twitched in response to it all, barely hidden by the tail that stood to the side; frozen and unable to move. 

Rubi’s back arched once more on the floor in his own heat, his body out of control and the expression being just a melting bliss. As his hands scratched the ground and dug holes in dirt, she stopped and then felt herself be stuffed already, feeling as there just wasn’t enough space for this. 

There was warmth, there was the scent of breeding animals, juices ran down that veiny tool richly and her nipples stood proudly, hard as stone and black as onyx. The beast moved up just a little bit, nearly stealing the soul out of her prey and then descended again, all to make no real progress - thus she whispered to herself. 

"I can't do this." 

The red hood felt his conscience leave his body as she began to raise even more, as her clenched lower lips dragged themselves across his meat and revealed the veins of its length. Her thick, muscled thighs shivered at the end and needed twice their strength to separate her wolfhole from his cock. "Maybe I can…" She began and looked down at the tool that couldn't even properly stand upwards on its own; felt its throbbing through minimal touch. "... no. Screw this."

She took but a few steps forward and then her legs gave in, having her fall forward. Panting heavily and with saliva dripping from every side of her maws, she shook her head, still feeling how she stretched her insides in the process of taking but a part of it. "I'm bloody leaving. This isn't worth… my time."

With shallow, rapid breaths she began to nearly crawl forward on all fours; having strings of lovejuices spread between her crotch and his very tool. Glistening, shining, they stretched as she tried to escape, still shivering and feeling the heat between her thighs. 

He on the other hand took just a few breaths and realized his cock was no longer trapped between wolven walls. What…? The boy raised slowly, his eyes fell onto that erratically moving, shaking body of a werewolf that seemingly forgot how to walk on two legs again. The hell are you… It was then that his mind actually recalled and understood her words. Rubi simply squinted his eyes in some kind of disappointed contempt, seeing what trail she left after herself. … Oh no I don't think so. 

"What the hell are you doing?"

She merely heard and shivered as a heavy hand grabbed that bushy tail, preventing her from moving forth. A little frantic eyes turned back, just to grow wider in an expression of awkward fear when that massive man-meat suddenly fell onto her buttcheeks - all as she saw the fire inside its owner's eyes. "Away lamb, what are you-"

"I didn't say we're done." 

Bone crushing jaws clenched with force and saliva nearly splattered out of them as she felt him unceremoniously thrust in; make a fine, wet sound as her lower lips kissed that slab halfway through and clenched in a purely feral response. Flesh ripping claws of a werewolf dug into the ground.

"L-Lamb w-wait…" She stuttered, her eyes staring into some nonexistent point before them. "I c-can't-" Her scowl was heralded by a heavy smack, by a strike upon these primal asscheeks and by the fine wiggle that followed; a visible one but not too great, telling of the fine layer of fat but equally so of fine muscles below.

"I'm not a bloody lamb." He growled out, pulling out and thrusting in even more, sending his tool even deeper and spreading these canine walls even more; making these fine wolf-bags wave back and forth. "But speaking of that…" Rubi muttered out, digging his fingers into these rear pillows. "... you took my first time from me. You assaulted me in the middle of a blasted forest and then tried to just take me by force."

She swallowed, feeling as that cute boy-face suddenly grew darker with no so keen emotions. "And now, when I started enjoying this thing, you try to run away?" His hips swung back and then forth again, loudly, gushingly getting into the wolven cunt and getting another inch in, making his way towards the womb. Not in this life, you fur covered slut. 

"I'm done being prey."

Her breath shuddered as his tool slid out again and she was grabbed by the hip and in a surge of some hysterical, human strength, rolled onto her back. "And you're done being a predator." Puffy, finely delicate hands grabbed these muscled, hunt-forged legs and pulled them up, forcing them back and towards that canine snout. 

"You're just a furslut now." His growl was accompanied by his tool resting on top of her hole; across its entire length and covering it fully. "But let me demonstrate." His eyes squinted as he aligned himself correctly and then, under her shaking eyes, moved forward once more. Caring little for the scowling noises, for the difficulty of ramming her insides or for the wicked expressions she made, the Rubi just kept pushing forward. 

Yet panted himself, feeling the inner heat of a real wolf-slut and how she clenched, tightened to stop his advance. In turn, it only felt better as that fat cockhead had to spread the inner walls and make way for itself. "You wanted to breed, now you get to breed." The sweat went down his face no less, it was a real piece of work to get deeper into that cunt but it was rewarded just as well. 

These monstrous claws dug the earth as a bulge was forming on her belly, a beautiful mark that really led to a lot of saliva escaping through her clenched teeth. He knew that if it was any other position, it would nicely fall onto these fat, ashen tits she brandished with every move. They really did not deserve to be wasted like this so there had to be a way to keep the furslut in a proper position without holding her directly. 

The courier took a deeper breath and stopped, looking into the wolven eyes and somehow getting their frantic attention. "Hold them." The order was given as he pushed these fine legs even closer to that snout. "Hold these bloody legs for me and I'll be gentle or I'll turn your insides into a soup." An offer was given and even a cornered predator had the ability to evaluate her choices. 

She stared at him with these frantic but yet confused eyes so he narrowed his own softly and pushed forth another inch, causing her to clench her teeth even harder to the sound of that wet, forceful ramming. "I said hold them or I'll rearrange your insides." And besides, they aren't so easy to hold, she has to weigh like a good three hundred pounds or something. 

The werewolf looked at him afterwards again and swallowed her saliva, slowly raising those claws of her. Slowly but surely did they grasp those inhuman legs and held them in mild fear of whatever he would do to her insides had she disagreed. Naturally, those fine thighs were spread accordingly, so a set of ashen, wild-sized udders was not covered in the slightest. 

"Good girl." His hands fell and dug into these wolven pillows, conquered them without mercy. Rubi felt the raw softness, the plumpiness that eagerly greeted the initial fall and then allowed him to sink in. Hell. The man cursed in his head, feeling how they filled his entire grasp and then escaped through the gaps between his fingers. Raw bloody udders. 

Her breathing broke for a moment as she felt the merciless touch, as her qualities were taken for but cushions and then accordingly used as such. "Goddammit lamb. It's not-" All in all, his touch didn't work just well on her, it worked too well. 

Her eyes widened for a time as he crushed them, enjoyed the sheer size that would have countless uses. "Too bad you overshot your attempt." He pulled them up by the very nipples, causing her insides to twitch uncontrollably and her panting to turn even more desperate; all as she threw that pretty head back. "Did you just come from this?" Hopeless. 

"Well that's too bad, furslut." He thrusted deeper, causing her to shiver once more and for his tool to almost kiss her womb. I'm going to rearrange your insides anyway. Clawing into these wolfbags, he took a heavier breath just to go for those last few inches by pulling out and slamming in with force. 

You could tell she, or rather her body, tried to arch but it wasn't all too possible in that position. In return all the manboy got was a maddened whine-scowl and a hot mist of air escaping from the wolven jaws. "That's more like it." The courier declared and then looked down upon the pretty, fine bulge below himself; one raising the wolven belly all so well. 

And he wasn't the only one to momentarily adore its existence, as a panting, saliva-wet, shocked little snout soon raised and looked at it no less. That dick just went right into her womb, kissed it on the inside and didn't care about how much space there was - it just made more for itself. Perhaps the werewolf really wanted to say something but as it would turn out, heavy, hot breathing seemed far more important to her brain. 

He pulled out again, making her see how that bulge slowly went down and how eventually a flood of love juices spilled from her lower lips - although in amounts no lesser than her saliva now stained the road in. That fat, human cock eventually bounced out and went down again, slamming against her belly and showing itself off. 

Shining, glistening, wet from her juices and steamy on its own, so hot from her inner heat that certain things just couldn't be denied. And she watched it from behind her own udders that stood squeezed between her legs, like a shameful monument of perception. "That's what we get for Heartsday." He muttered eventually and got her attention, partially because his voice changed after claiming her womb. "And that's what you get for being an animal working on instincts."

He neared her maws, lowering himself over her while using her wolfbags for support. "Mouth." The human demanded from the wolf as their noses nearly met and as she could understand nothing, far too shocked from everything that occurred until now. "W-Wha…"

"Mouth. Open it." He cut into her question with a certain indifference. "You've come here to attack me and take my entire body for yourself. It's only fair that I take everything in return." An explanation was given and he narrowed his eyes in a nearly ill-foreboding manner. "Open your bloody mouth and kiss me before I take it by force." World is a fair place, you animal. 

That means it works both ways eventually.

She stared at him in raw confusion, unsure whether it made any sense or whether he actually was serious. Even so, his eyes wouldn't quiver, Rubi's gaze wouldn't budge an inch and a nail going deep into her nipple wouldn't give up. With a hot slab of human meat on her belly and her insides still clenching in repeat, she really had only one way out of this. 

A few short, shallow breaths followed before she moved her maws a little forth and opened them; slowly but carefully she stretched them as far as she could, once more showing off the fine teeth, the pink insides and that wide, inhuman tongue that doubtlessly had its uses. “Now keep it like that.” Thankfully so, she didn’t crawl all too far away, so his basket was still much within hand reach. Switching to using but one udder-drowned hand for support, he reached to it and grabbed the bottle of wine. Sorry, grandma. Got an animal to tame. 

Whether it was her insides still fighting and clenching over nothing, whether it was just that wild heat on her belly or just sharp nails deep into her nipples, the werewolf didn’t fight back as a cork was simply impaled on one of her canines and then, with just a gentle nudge, pulled out. At least once they remembered to make it easy to open. 

“Drink.” The red hood muttered in his mind and then, unceremoniously, started to pour the wine into the beastly maws; staring with harsh eyes and not just emptying the bottle but carefully washing the wolven mouth and gullet. “I don’t even want to ask what things you’ve ate or licked.” Dimly purple alcohol splashed, cleaned what it touched and often escaped outside. “Enjoy some Moonsherry.”

And it spilled down onto her body, wetted that gray fur and gave it just a little gentler shade of purple, all as these werewolf eyes widened when the taste hit her. Never before had she had such a liquor and now being exposed to rather a fine amount of it it was hard to judge it anyhow - it wasn’t helping that the alcohol itself was quite the strongest of its kind. So she gulped a few times, feeling as another kind of heat spread across her body, right before the bottle was thrown away. 

“Alright then.” He declared with a little chilly voice, making her focus on him once more as her maws were properly washed. As her confused, slightly shocked but also gently fearful eyes stared into those unforgiving ones, he eventually thrusted in once more. Slowly and with a delicious, moist sound did he make his way across her insides once more, causing her breathing to turn shallow and rapid for the moment. “Now, we fucking kiss and as we do, I’ll make you some pups to take care of so you’ve got something to remember me by.”

“L-Lamb wait-...” She scowled, silenced soon enough. 

”Not a bloody lamb!” He slammed against her womb once more but this time with fitting anger, stretching it and growing that ever so missed bulge on her stomach.  She blinked twice before he just closed her jaws with one hand and the human tongue shoved itself into her maws. I'm taking everything. They weren't compatible, it just didn't make sense and yet he made his way into these wine-washed maws. 

With one hand on her pillow-worthy tits and another holding her snout, Rubi simply began to tenderize that wolfcunt while claiming her mouth as well. But it wasn't a real kiss either way. 

Her snout wasn't made for something like this, they didn't have the coordination for him to keep swinging his hips back and forth while their tongues tried to connect - it was like some feral, raw and unguided attempt at kissing. It mostly tasted like wine and a werewolf too focused on her own womb being reshaped; which meant it tasted well. In truth, it didn't have to be a kiss. 

It was a mark of dominance. 

A fat, human dick sliding in and out from a wolven cunt; a slowly rolling up set of canine eyes and werewolf tits flowing under red hood's hands alike balloons full of water. Those words pleading to stop drowned in a forced kiss, the wet slapping against the lower lips of a beast. 

To think she even held her legs for him, right as he did what he promised to not do and kept pounding her insides into something more fitting for a human-tamed wolfslut. The sun merely continued to move on the heavenly ceiling as he kept slamming these pinkish loveparts. 

"All you had to do was to not fucking try to get me." Rubi's voice declared angrily as he watched that mindless, well-fucked face of the beast; her rolled eyes and that emptily blissful face. In truth, his words mostly got buried beneath the sound of her clapped cheeks - for all he was, there was a lot of strength in his hips. Not to mention all this saliva escaping through the sides of her snout; it likely was safe to say that she wasn’t in mood for listening. 

And even more to smack against. 

Her udders tried to wiggle in response to every smack she received and her asscheeks did so even in such a pose, the former simply limited by the hand drowning in them. "Fucking animal." And he had such a sweet voice, so unfitting for what he said. Admittedly, less so fitting for the monstrous meat he had. 

And so he pounded and tenderized, ensured she will remember him and just so she may not attack another innocent person - his ballsack slapped against her cheeks once and again and her snout ran wet from spilled saliva, much like her thighs were all darkened from love juices. 

But eventually he sighed and thrusted a few more times in a much faster fashion, lowering his head to kiss her properly as he would fill her womb with the thick white. "There you go, you walking pup-maker…" He panted out as he slammed against the very end of her womb, raising her bulge just a little bit more. Then their lips truly met, as he truly forced himself into her maws again, made a forcible entry just to find a very willing, much bigger tongue. 

And so those danced as she lied there with her eyes so beautifully rolled up and as his balls emptied themselves into her insides - firstly filling the womb that was already mostly occupied by the head of his dick and then spilling further up. For a moment you could only hear their feral kiss, right before her lower lips began to leak. 

She doesn't taste so bad after all. With mild curiosity did he conquer that tongue once the wine had washed up, all to find the aroma not so odd. His balls flexed upwards a few more times before he was truly empty, though by then the forest road already had a fine, little pool of white nectar. Well then. 

He pulled out with the nastiest of noises, letting all that stored seed pour out of her and stain even more of the path; all so he could actually raise up and stretch himself. "Holy hell my back…" He muttered as the wolf below him eventually allowed the strained legs to fall down. And they did so with great force. 

Rubi then just looked down; gazed upon the spunk-filled and spunk-leaking werewolf; at her pillowy udders raising up and down in shallow breathing and at the spent, empty but strangely blissful expression. Oh yeah… He moved the basket away, as to save it from getting cum-stained. "When I think about this…"

His sentence was yet stopped in half as he saw dark mist cover her body, as a nearly whistling sound filled his ears and black clouds fog hid that mindless body for a while - all for him to widen his own eyes. "What in the-" He watched as it vanished as swiftly as it arrived; revealing a much different, human body on the ground. 

"Wait a moment…" He narrowed his eyes in unfazed anger as he stared at the naked, equally cumfilled woman who had a body no less gifted than her wolven form. 

"I know you."




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