Chapter 2 - Hunting a wolf god (bestiality)

As stated previously, many gods regularly interact with mortals either for feasts, giving gifts or blessings and many others. There are a few gods though that rarely, if ever, interact with the sentient beings (humans, orcs, elves and such) of the mortal plane and those are the animal gods. These gods are known but rarely worshipped though hunters usually pray to whatever god the animal they hunted belong to. When these guard visit they tend to do the same thing as whatever animal they helped create, swimming, flying, running but rarely hunting since gods don’t have to eat, really they saw it as a type of vacation, get out of the plane of gods and relax in the mortal plane for a few years.


And that’s where we find Rhamut the wolf god, in a glade within a giant forest with lots of sunshine and soft grass where he could enjoy a nice relaxing nap. One look at Rhamut made it clear that he was no regular wolf, aside from his fur being in absolutely perfect condition almost looking like it was actually made of silver, he was absolutely huge, nearly the size of a horse. Every part of his body was the very definition of a predator, strong jaws with razor sharp teeth, giant claws that could pierce iron, a body rippling with powerful muscle and if they were open one would see a pair of sharp golden eyes. He didn’t look very threatening as he opened his jaws for a big satisfying yawn before laying his head back down to continue his nap looking more like a big lazy family dog rather than the predators he helped create. Then again he wasn’t trying to be intimidating, he was on vacation after all.


And nothing could possibly ruin this vacation for him.
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There had been sightings of a giant wolf in the forest surrounding the elf city of Rhovea, close enough to worry its people of the damage it could cause and surely there had to be something dangerous and unnatural about a wolf the size of a horse. All their best hunters were called, given daggers and arrows dipped in sacred oils and sent out on a mission to kill the wolf before it could eat their cattle and people.


Amalee was one of those hunters and she had just started following a trail she was certain belonged to the giant beast. She was a short thing, five foot three and barely any curves to speak of, her breast just big enough to not be called flat, boyish hips and an ass that while trim was flat as a pancake. Her face was cute though and covered in freckles that helped convey a tomboyish charm with the trademark elven ears on each side, her most striking feature though was her hair and eyes, strands of fire seemed to flow down her head and ending just above her shoulders while two eyes so green they almost glowed were visible beneath her messy bangs. Her simple leather armor along with her bow, arrows and dagger made her feel ready to tackle whatever her prey would throw at her.


She had always been picked on for her boyish looks and belonging to a race that prided itself on its sexy ready to breed females her looks made her a big target. Being one of the best, if not the best hunter, in her city just made it worse somehow, giggles about how she was just a boy in a girl’s body were frequent from women and the guys seemed to possess such fragile egos that couldn’t handle the thought of a woman being better than them at hunting that none of them really approached her.


But she would show them, she would slay this beast, bring back its corpse and then people would just throw themselves at her, begging to marry her, to bed her, to lick her body and worship its every nook and cranny. She caught herself drooling and proceeded to kill that train of thought.
‘Focus Amalee, focus. Succeed and you will have all the cock and pussy you could ever ask for’ she wasn’t very picky at this point, she was a hundred years old and still a virgin, with so much sexual frustration that she masturbated herself to sleep every night.


All of that was about to change though because she had just spotted her prey, a huge and magnificent wolf sleeping in a glade, almost a shame to kill but the chances of such a huge animal being dangerous to the elves of the forest were too big to risk letting it live. So she drew an arrow and aimed her shot.
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Rhamut woke up when he felt an arrow bounce off him, it wasn’t painful but he still wondered who shot him. He then felt another one and saw the elf shooting them. He noticed the weird smell coming of the arrows and guessed that those were supposed to be sacred oils of the gods the elves had made up. He did know that there was an elven city in the forest but he hadn’t thought that he was close enough to actually be noticed, he supposed he was just going to have to find another forest to relax in but he was really starting to enjoy this one. While pondering all this the elf had fired all her arrows at him leaving her quiver empty.


“Why won’t you die?!” the frustration in her voice was obvious as she drew her dagger, smelling of the same oils that covered the arrows, before charging straight at him yelling what Rhamut assumed was supposed to be a warscream but it was far too cute to be called that. She tried to stab him in the head but that just bent the blade so it more resembled a spring rather than a weapon. Amalee stared at her dagger in shock while Rhamut very overdramatically rolled over and played dead (tongue hanging out and paw at his heart and everything) before rolling back on his belly and snickering. Amalee just looked at him with pure murder in her eyes.


“Don’t you fucking mock me!” she then proceeded to punch and kick every part of the giant wolf she could hit, it felt like hitting a mountain but she didn’t care she was gonna get even with this beast. Rhamut meanwhile thought it felt kind of pleasant, almost like a massage, but he knew he had to do something about her or he would never get his peace and quiet. He couldn’t kill her, that just wasn’t his style, he didn’t want to move away since he really liked this spot and he kind of wanted to keep the elf, he actually found her kind of fun and this massage was really nice. He had the perfect idea, he just had to make sure he remembered how to do it.


He had never really attempted to make pheromones before. How much would be enough for an elf?
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Amalee hated this thing more than she had ever hated anything ever. Arrows bounced off, daggers didn’t pierce and he didn’t react at all to her kicks and punches. With one last frustrated cry she kicked the animal as hard as she could, realizing her mistake as blinding pain shot through her foot. She sat down to inspect her foot, throwing the boot to the side to get a better look, fortunately nothing beyond her pride was broken.


She actually leaned back against the beast, surprised to find that his fur was probably one of the softest and most comfortable things to ever touch her skin, he didn’t seem to mind at least which was good because Amalee didn’t feel like moving.
“I’m gonna die a fucking virgin” was it really too much to ask for a cock to pound her pussy until she went cross eyed, or some lady to use her as her plaything until she called her mistress, gods even thinking about it made her pussy hot. Even the wolf seemed to be looking at her with pity.


“Don’t you look at me like that. If you had just died like a reasonable creature I could be home getting my holes filled” she was getting so fucking horny, her hand kneading all over her body.
“Bound some elven slut to a bed and treat her like my plaything” her hands were beneath her clothes now, pinching her nipple and stroking her soaked snatch.
“Maybe I could find some human caravan and just let them… Wait, the fuck am I doing?” this lust, this haze consuming her mind, it wasn’t natural, she could feel something influencing it.
“You!” in a flash she was back on her feet, a wet but accusing finger pointed at Rhamut.
“You’re doing this to me. Making me think of cocks and fucking and… I need to get the others” before she could start running though she fell face first to the ground, her pants having been moved to her ankles during her masturbation.


There she was, face in the dirt and ass in the air with a pussy so hot and wet that even now she couldn’t stop masturbating. She felt humiliated, reduced to a lust crazed mess by some unholy beast and making it worse was that no matter how hard she finger fucked herself she just couldn’t cum, she needed something more that she knew but she was not giving into that animal.


Said animal was now standing up, making Amalee realize how truly gigantic he was, his size dwarfing her own several times over. He put his nose up against her pussy, sniffing and rubbing all over as he did, making her squirm with the all too pleasant shivers it sent through her body.
“No, get away, don’t-don’t fucking do that” she tried to push his head away but it was an half-hearted attempt at most, it just felt so damn good.


She then felt it, his tongue licking her pussy. It was huge and rough, nothing like anything she had ever experienced, each lick covering the entirety of her pussy and making her drip with more and more lovejuice with each lick. Her hands were gripping the ground hard enough to rip out grass and dirt and her teeth were clenched so hard you could practically hear them crack, all in an effort to keep herself from moaning.
“I’m not gonna be your bitch. You think you can break me? Bring it oooooh” as she spoke through clenched teeth her orgasm hit like a battering ram, it made her entire body shake and her toes curl in a way they never had before. She still wasn’t satisfied though, she wanted more and however much she despised it she knew that this wolf could finally give her what she wanted. 
‘Just gonna let him fuck me once and then it’s over. Fuck, I really should be more appalled at an animal taking my virginity but I just don’t care anymore’ with that thought she spread her ass cheeks apart, presenting her pussy to him.


“Isn’t this what you want? Come on you beast, fuck me!” she had expected, hoped, that he would mount her right there but he didn’t. Instead he moved so he stood in front of her giving her a clear view of his cock.
“By the gods, it’s massive” it truly was, its shape and color were like a regular canine cock but the size was in a whole other league, it was as longer than her arm and thicker than her ankle with a pair of grapefruit sized testicles swinging beneath the whole thing putting even horses to shame. The smell was strong, musky and wild and it made her rub her pussy even harder as she thought of getting stuffed by it.


“You want me to suck it don’t you? To put my lips around your beast cock as you fuck my throat with it?” she didn’t know how but she could sense him confirming her suspicions. She tried to get her hands around it but even both of her calloused hands couldn’t fully wrap around the monstrous cock. She was unsure of what to do, having no hands on experience, and decided to give it a few experimental licks.
“Fuck you smell, and this taste… you’re lucky I’m even letting this thing near my face” she was lying, the smell was wild and intoxicating making one of her hands let go of his cock and rub her soaking wet cunt while the taste made her mouth drool and her head spin in the most wonderful way, but she wasn’t going to let this fucking beast know how much she wanted his cock.


Her hand was stroking the entire length of his monstrous cock, she wanted to taste the cum stored up in those huge balls of his, she was certain that it would be even more delicious than licking his cock, not that she would admit that. She had her pride and she wasn’t going to let go of that, although if one were to see her kneeling under a giant wolf, stroking his cock while licking and kissing every part she could reach with a cock crazed look on her face, one would assume that she had let go of her pride long ago.
“Come on you beast, cum and splatter your seed all over my face. You want me to swallow it? Then splatter it all over my mouth, I can take whatever you’ve fucking got” it was supposed to sound commanding but it came out like she was begging, she wanted his cum, wanted to taste it and feel it splattered all over her body. She wanted it, she wanted it now and she knew just the way to get it.


The sheer size should have intimidated her, made her realize how impossible the task ahead  of her were, but that didn’t face her, she was going to shove this cock down her throat and make it spray her full of delicious wolf cum.
“You ready for this? I bet you’re gonna cum right away from how tight my throat is and fill my stomach with your seed, a monstrous creature like you must shoot some monstrous loads” she opened her mouth as far as she could but even that seemed inadequate to fit the enormous canine cock, she could get the tip in her mouth but more than that seemed beyond her. She tried for what seemed like minutes to cram more of that delicious hot cock down her throat but her body seemed unwilling to take it. That was until with one powerful bucking of his hips, Rhamut shoved over a foot of cock down her throat.


For a few moments Amalee simply sat there, her throat bulging around the absolutely insane size of the cock in her throat while feeling like her jaw was about to be unhinge any moment and even though her lips were strained to the absolute limit some dool managed to come out and dribble down her chin. She felt like she was choking and yet she was enjoying every second of it, her head now bobbing up and down this beast’s cock, lewd gurgling noises escaping her throat as she did and her hands massaging her clit and pussy, she felt like she was seconds from cumming. 


She felt like she should be ashamed, here she was a proud elven huntress sucking the cock of a lowly animal and loving every second about it, enjoying how it stretched her throat, how the taste seemed to invade her brain and trying to reduce it to a cock craving mess. Her pride was shattered and any hope of victory was squashed by the titanic cock she was sucking on, but all of it, the shame of serving an animal like some bitch in heat, the pride she had held on to so fiercely being replaced by a craving for cum and the knowledge of how she could never defeat the mighty beast before, all of that simply amplified her lust and fueled her craving for his cock.


‘Cum in me, cum down my throat and drown me in your semen. I need it, by the gods I need it so bad. Spray it down my throat and let me taste it, let your fucking bitch taste it’ her mouth was going up and down his cock with a vigor she didn’t know she possessed, she was in desperate need of his cum, reduced to a gurgling, drooling, masturbating mess of an elf. Her desperation was finally answered by a torrent of cum shooting out of his cock and down her throat, her eyes rolling back in pure ecstasy and her body shuddered in pure pleasure as an orgasm wrecked her body. She tried to keep his pulsating cock in her throat, all of that delicious seed in her mouth and stomach but it all proved too overwhelming for her and she released the cock from her tight throat as she gasped for air while the cock sprayed her front and the ground below her with cum.


She tried to scoop as much of it off her and into her mouth before removing the last pieces of cum soaked clothes she wore leaving her completely naked and showing that her entire body was covered evenly in a tan. She then saw all the cum on the ground, and in a move that truly relinquished the last of her pride, she went down on her knees and proceeded to lick it off the ground. The sheer depravity of it was almost enough to make her cum again but she craved something more, something big and bestial and as he finally stood above her, his paws probably the size of her head in front of her, she knew she was about to get what she craved.


“See what you’ve reduced me to you fucking wondrous beast? Just some beat slut licking your cum off the ground and loving it. You better take some responsibility and fuck me, shove your cock into my cunt and finish what you started” she could feel the tip just at the entrance of her virgin pussy and just as she thought he was going to keep teasing her his hips moved and she was filled with canine cock.


She thought it would hurt, such a monstrous thing shoved inside a tight virgin cunt had to hurt, but it didn’t, from the moment he penetrated her all she could feel was mind numbing pleasure. Her tongue hung out and she let out an unashamed loud moan of pleasure. This was it, she could never go back to the city again, this is what she wanted, to be fucked into the dirt by a huge beast and made to be his bitch. No pride, no shame just a big animal and his devoted bitch. The more she thought of it the faster she moved her hips against his, she could never match him though, nearly slamming into her hard enough to sink her into the ground. She could feel her belly bulging from the cock being thrusted violently inside her, her drool pooling on the ground as it continued to flow from her mouth while moaning like the bitch in heat she was.


“Yes, yes, oh my gods this feels so right, being your bitch feels so fucking good. Fuck me you beast, fuck me and  show your bitch her place” her screams and moans along with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh were so loud that it was a wonder nobody had heard them yet. Not that she would care though, part of her actually hoped they would come and see how far she’d fallen before this mighty beast. But it didn’t matter who found her because they didn’t matter, all that mattered was the beast fucking her and how she could serve him.


The sounds of their fucking was now loud enough to echo through the woods and as the longer they went on the harder they fucked, the sheer intensity should have been enough to break bones but Amalee held together, loving the rough animalistic fucking she was receiving. She was being absolutely dominated, every thrust eliciting a loud moan from her, every time his cock was shoved into her womb she came and every powerful buck of his hips established his dominance over her.


Then all of a sudden his cock withdrew from her pussy, leaving her empty and still wanting for more. She didn’t understand why he did it, but as she looked over to him with pleading eyes she saw him gesturing towards a giant tree, she understood immediately. She walked over to the tree, leaned towards it to put her hands up against it and spread her legs, waiting for him. The tree shook when he put his powerful paws against it, his cock claiming her cunt as his powerful thrusts seemed to penetrate her even deeper.


At this point Amalee was little more than a sextoy, bouncing up and down the wolf’s cock, every time he thrusted she could feel herself being lifted off the ground and then her arms and legs finally gave out, turning limp and useless from the pleasure overload, the only thing holding her up was the enormous canine cock inside her. She now truly was a cocksleeve, her tongue hanging out of her mouth babbling incoherent nonsense without even the strength to keep herself up, simply waiting for her womb to be filled with cum.


“Cum in me. Breed me. Let me have your puppies” it was the only coherent words she seemed able to form, the rest simply being the moans and babbles of a cock drunk brain. 


Before she knew it her face was shoved into the dirt, being held there by on of Rhamut’s enormous paws while his fucking of her intensified while her body, limp from being overwhelmed with pleasure, could only take it and enjoy every second of it. 


It was then that she felt it, a swelling at the base of his cock and trying to enter her pussy, his knot. Even though her pussy was stretched to the limit it still managed to let the knot inside her, creating a seal which would keep all of his godly seed from spilling out. When he did finally cum his seed filled her womb within seconds and even then he kept cumming, torrents and torrents of cum, so much that Amalee started looking pregnant simply by the sheer amount pumped into her and all of it was kept inside of her thanks to the knot. 


Amalee herself came like she never came before, a lewd almost howl like moan coming out as she did and each spurt of thick potent seed triggered its own orgasm from her. She knew that she was pregnant, she could feel it, she was truly his breeding bitch now and she couldn’t wait to be bred again and again.
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The strangest thing about elves was probably their ability to breed with basically anything, man or beast, and create either half elven people of many varieties or sometimes what could only be called an entirely new species.


That’s what Rhamut and Amalee’s mating had done, create an entirely new species of what could only be called wolf people. The discussion of what to call them had been surprisingly short and both Rhamut and Amalee had agreed on the name wargs.


However, the sexual dimorphism of wargs was rather strange, or at least Rhamut thought so. The males looked like what you’d expect humanoid wolves to look like, hulking seven foot wolves standing on two legs, head of a wolf, clawed hands, wolf like legs, a body covered in silver fur and a tail to go along with it all. Females on the other hand looked almost entirely elven except for a few things, they had wolf ears instead of elven, silver hair, amber eyes, clawed but non furry arms and legs but still a tail attached to them. Rhamut suspected godly interference, probably Lunala, it had her written all over it, he had to check when he got back. He was in no rush though.


He was currently basking in the sun in a really nice open field with Amalee leaning against him. She was naked, as she had been for the last two hundred years as his bitch (he had suggested mate but she seemed to like bitch and nothing seemed able to change her mind) she was curvier than when they first met though not by much, deeply tanned, and clearly pregnant while their youngest daughter suckled on her breast. They were not alone though, their entire family was all around them, kids playing, parents and adults talking while others were mating in the tents spread across the field. Rhamut didn’t really see the point in the tents, most were either naked or just barely covered and it wasn’t like the tents provided privacy, one could quite clearly make out the loud fucking taking place inside and you didn’t need his godly hearing to perfectly make out what they were saying.


Wargen mating rituals was another thing  that had surprised him. He thought that since he was the dominant one and Amalee his bitch, as it were, that they would adopt a sort of male=dominant female=bitch society. He was wrong on that part. What happened instead was that the wargs would go out and seek out mates of their own and use their pheromones to fuck their chosen mates into submission, because in their mind it went warg=dominant and non-warg=bitch.


A female warg had just recently caught a human male chopping wood in the forest, bringing him home since she liked his muscles and bushy black beard and they had been going at it for quite a while now.
“Does it feel good bitch? Do you like how my fucking warg pussy feels around your human cock?”
“Yes, oh gods yes, please let me cum”
“Not yet bitch, show me that you’re worthy first. Fuck me like your life depends and maybe I’ll let you cum in me, let you knock me up and fill me with kids. So fuck me harder bitch, earn yourself the right of a name and mate” the intensity seemed to increase after that if the sounds were anything to go by.


A male warg had also recently picked (quite literally) a halfling woman who had gotten lost while picking herbs. She was short but absurdly curvy for her height and the fact that he could pick her up with one hand just seemed to be a plus to him. He was probably just using one hand right now to drive her up and down his cock.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck I love this fucking cock. Knock me up, make me a breeding bitch, I fucking want you to do it, just don’t stop fucking me!”
“Such a fucking dirty little short stack aren’t you? Very well bitch, you just earned your name and mate. So what’s your name?” she moaned for quite a while before answering.
“Dagna, it’s Dagna”
“The be prepared to be fucking bred, Dagna” the screams as they both hit their climaxes could be heard across the camp.


The non-warg seemed to always adjust very well to their new life and were treated rather well, wargen rules said that a bitch was only a bitch for their warg and no one else.


Rhamut didn’t know if wargen society would always be this way, if they would eventually start mating with their own species when they were less, well, related (though he was pretty sure this world’s inhabitants didn’t get damaged by inbreeding, again he had to look it up when he got back) but that was for another time.


He was in no real hurry to get back, he was greatly enjoying his time here, napping in the sun while Amalee stroked his fur and scratched him behind the ear. Maybe he could bring her with him when he went back home.
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AN: So I’ve come to the conclusion that I should stop proofreading and uploading stories right before sleep when I’m dead tired, it makes me miss obvious mistakes and I hate doing that. Not saying that I didn't make mistakes, I am a rather huge fuck up, but I'll try harder not to.


I feel good about this story, feels like there’s a better porn to plot ratio than the other. This was also one of the first stories I knew I wanted to make for this compilation, I have other ideas but nothing I can fully grab onto so my next story, including ones not part of ‘Fuck the elves’, might take a little longer.


