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Werewolf Stories (Kylen x Vixen)

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Kylen

Super-Earth
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Aug 16, 2010
His breath was ragged as he ventured deep into the woods. Alex couldn't tell if anyone was following as he moved in, carrying nothing but what was on his back. He dearly hoped his girlfriend hadn't finally became curious as he delved deeper, to a secluded cabin. The heavy forest made it hard to find, but it was there, looking fairly well kept as he stumbled inside and started stripping down. As he did, his muscles rippled, hair started to grow as his physical size increased, his body changing. It was soon clear what he was: A Werewolf.
 
His girlfriend had indeed become curious. In the past few months Kayla had begun to notice how he seems to get irritable and become closed off from her every few weeks. At first she had thought nothing of it, putting it down to him having a bad day but when she had asked him he had closed off from her even more. She decided to follow him and find out once and for all what was going on with him.

At first she had followed a fair way behind him, worried about being seen but as the trees became denser it had become clear that he wasn't paying any real attention to his surroundings. As they approached the cabin Kayla was almost right behind him but she stopped at the edge pf the trees as he went in doors, her long dark hair helping her blend into the trunks of the trees all around her. It was now dark and cold despite her thick woolen jumper and she knew she was going to have to get closer to see what was going on. Was he cheating on her? She hadn't thought it had been that but the cabin brought out suspisions in her that she quickly pushed away again as she moved towards theclosest window. It was a massive hike to come here. It had to be something more than that.

Reaching the window she peeked in, thankful for a moment for the moonlight behind her as the interior of the cabin was still in darkness. She could she Alex in the dim light, his clothing gone, and once again her mind jumped to cheating. Then, he began to change. It looked as thought someone was torturing him for a moment, that was, until he started to grow fur and claws and teeth. With a gasp of realization she pulled back from the window, tearing her gaze from the monster that now stood in place of her boyfriend. A werewolf. He was a werewolf.
 
Kayla's pulling away from the window wasn't fast enough, unfortunately. Alex noticed her, could smell her scent, her body wash, her shampoo. His senses flared, his mind raged with but a single thought: Mating. The large beast soon came crashing through the window, landing on the ground near by, snarling and howling as it looked right at her, eyes glimmering in the low light. If she looked down, she would see that he had changed there as well, his package hidden inside himself for hunts, so nothing would be harmed.

He growled again, snarling as he started slowly towards her, on all fours, sniffing at her direction. It wasn't clear what his intent was at the moment, but it promised not to be too pleasing for the poor girl as he lunged at her.
 
As the window smashed Kayla screamed despite herself and backed up planning to run but having forgotten the wall was there she instead ran into that. In the moon light she could see that his fur was the exact same colour as his hair had been before the transformation and he seemed to be sniffing her. Maybe he was still in there. Maybe the werewolves of stories were just that, merely stories. Shaking slightly as she did so but trying to keep her voice calm she began to talk to him. "Alex," she said, trying all the time to be soothing, "it's me, Kayla. I'm sorry I followed you. You wouldn't hurt me..." Then again, maybe he was just smelling a good meal. She started edging along the wall as she spoke. The corner wasn't far away and if she reached that maybe she could make a run for the woods. Could werewolves climb trees? Or maybe she would be safer to run into the cabin and try to find somewhere to hide in there - the bathroom maybe.
 
He came up short, close enough to grab her, but far enough away for her to bolt around the corner for the woods if she wanted. He seemed to recognize her voice, the tone. Something inside the beast was trying to hold it back, but the instinct was too strong. A clawed hand came across at her, not directly hitting her, but possibly causing massive damage to her sweater if she didn't dodge. Otherwise, something else in him clicked...the need for the hunt. His mind put them together, the hunt and the need to mate, and decided to enjoy himself and let her run for a bit, let her tire out and scream, for there was no escape. Visually he paused, giving her just enough time for a little bit of a head start before slowly coming after her, like a prowling wolf.
 
As his claws came at her she reached the corner of the cabin and slide around it almost falling over in her hurry and grazing her hand slightly on the rough wood as she caught herself. The thud of the claws hitting the wall just around the corner had her off and running pretty quickly though. One question was settled, he couldn't be reached and definately wasn't himself. She darted around the next corner of the cabin, hoping to make it before he saw her and lose him that way. Running the full length of that wall and straight into the dark looming trees ahead. Darkness wouldn't help her but she hopedthe small spaces between the trees would work to her advantage. She could hear heavy breathing, but she was unsure if it was her own or his and she wasn't going to stop to find out.
 
Giving her a few minutes to be faster then him, he soon took off, easily moving the same speed as her through the wood, which wasn't hard, the branches grabbing and pulling at her sweater. He could smell her blood from the scratch, using it to keep track of her if she somehow got out of sight for a while. If she continued to panic, it would seem as if he was playing with her, hunting her slowly, making her wear herself out, playing with his food almost. He knew the end result was that she would be pinned under him, but the only question was where, and when. His subdued human mind almost couldn't stand it, but knew he was enjoying it too, for some primal reason. His muscles burned as he moved swiftly through the forest, tracking Kayla, driving her in large circles, doing his best to disorient her.
 
She could hear branches breaking behind her as he tracked her. Nothing she did seemed to lose him. Instead he seemed to be getting closer by the sounds following her. Her mind played tricks on herand she thoght she felt his hot breath on the back of her neck. Suddenly she tripped on a protruding tree root and fell for a moment, the mud stinging her hand where it bled. She struggled to her feet again, frusterated and scared and cold and set off again only to find herself at the edge of the clearing where the cabin resided. She could hear him coming. It was too dangerous to cross the open ground around the cabin so instead she began to circle it just inside the edge of the trees hoping to confuse him with the sudden direction change.
 
Alex was soon closing in, waiting until she took herself back into the woods before he started truly closing in. Her sweater would be close to tatters now due to all the branches and bark. The werewolf would know where the ground was still slick with mud from yesterday's rain, avoiding them, but gladly forcing her through them to see if he can slow her down.

Slowly, surely, he closed in as she went deeper into the woods. Once he was sure he had her, he would lunge forward, clawed hand outstretched to grab her by the sweater, or at least tear the offending clothing off. He would mate this night, and it would probably not be an experience she would enjoy...but he didn't care.
 
Even though she knew he was closing in on her she kept running. She could hear the thuds of the beasts feet and the panting of his breath not far behind her and only made her more determined to try to escape despite the uselessness of it all. She slipped further back into the trees without even realising that was his plan. Her sweater was torn in a few places where passing branches had caught on it and the cold night air was making her shiver slightly despite the running. She made a turn further into the forest and accidently hit her shoulder against a tree in the process causing more threads of her jumper to come loose on the rough bark and a slight whimper to leave her at the sharp jolt of pain as she continued forward still.
 
The beast continued to try and grab her. If he continued to miss, he'd soon push faster, lunging at her, doing his best to knock her to the ground, snarling roughly, quickly starting to tire of the chase. His massive hand reaching for her every step, trying to grab on to her sweater. His breath was hot behind her, panting hard from the running, his powerful muscles pushing him to knock her down and pin her there, the growls clear in her ear.
 
The sound of his growls made her shiver more in combination with the cold night air around her. His claws caught at her sweater, shreading to down the back can tugging her backwards slightly in the movement causing her to stumble and let out a squeal as she fell which was a combination of surprise and terror. She knew they said curiosity killed the cat but she never thought it was actually be true. She could feel his hot breath against her skin and it terrified her. He was going to eat her, she was sure of it.
 
He made quick work of her clothes, shredding them, tearing them from her body. If she caught a glimpse of his crotch, she would see his shaft begin to slide out from it's hiding place. She would soon be left in nothing but socks and shoes as he grips her wrists with one hand, pinning them above her against a tree, growling loudly. It was clear he didn't exactly want to hurt her yet, but he wasn't going to let her go. His shaft continued to grow, pushing against her belly as he smelled her, taking in her scent, memorizing it.
 
She whimpered softly and shivered in the night air as her clothing fell to the ground in pieces around her feet. Even her knee high socks which were still on her legs were slightly tattered and muddy from the run through the woods and his shreading claws. She could feel the rough back of the tree against her back and she squirmed against his hold in a feeble attempt to get away. As he leaned in to sniff her she caught sight of his emerging shaft and paused in her squirming for a moment in shock as the realisation dawned upon her. He wasn't trying to eat her. He was trying to mate with her and she wasn't sure which was worse.
 
His free hand gripped a leg roughly, pulling it up above her head as he pressed his shaft against her, the tip pressing against her slit, only to slide up. He repeated this several time, growling more and more each time, each press harder and harder as he tried to enter her body. Every miss caused his length to grind hard against her clit. Frustrated, he flipped her over bodily, his length now pressing into her from behind, the tip pushing into her finally, a good half of the length disappearing into her body with that first thrust, the werewolf howling above her, clearly pleased.
 
Kayla whimpered softly as she first felt him press his aroused length against her exposed privates. Her wriggling had only caused his claws to dig into her skin as his hold was too tight on her for her to get free. She whimpered slightly in surprise each time his length rubbed against her clit during his attempts to get inside of her. Despite the situation she couldn't help her body responding to the feeling even though her mind screamed at her that it was wrong. She began to try to pull away again, afraid of the fact that her body was responding to him. Suddenly she found herself flipped over and a sharp gasp escaped her lips as she felt him thrust himself into her. She could almost feel his excitment escalating in the air around them at his sucess, the howl of triumph making her shiver under him, but this time she wasn't quite sure it if was fear, cold, or something else that made her do it.
 
The moment he finished howling, he started thrusting hard and deep, every thrust doing it's best to bury another inch into her, his hips moving fast, one clawed hand gripping at her breasts, squeezing them hard as he took her deep, his shaft reaching the hilt against her cervix, still pounding away at her body. Now that she was on him, he let go of her wrists, using the free hand to keep her close via the hips. His speed was unheard of, his hips brutally slamming into hers with every thrust, not seeming to care about her pleasure at all as he almost pushed her into the mud with every movement.
 
The heat of his body over hers was an extreme contrast to the cold air against her bare skin which had produced goosebumps across most of her exposed flesh and made her nipples grow hard. Each thrust seemed to push down on her, hard and fast as she struggled to keep herself from falling face first into the mud. His thrusts were animalistic, only emphasising what he had become and the size of his body against and within hers. He felt huge and she whimpered, tears forming in her eyes as he ramming himself inside her again and again. She could feel his claws scratching her skin and tried not to move, worried that he would tear her apart as easily as he had her clothing. Pointless anyway, part of her brain argued with her. He'll probably do that once he's finished with you anyway.
 
Alex's pounding continued, his sack smacking against her clit with every thrust, his hands molesting her breasts, pinching and pulling roughly as he continued to rape her, not seeming to care how scratched up he made her as he pushed her into the ground with every entry, his shaft stretching her out, battering against her deepest parts. He was panting hard, biting at her neck softly, as if a warning to stay right where she was, to let him keep doing this. It would soon be clear his stamina was going to be far surpassing of hers as he soon came hard, flooding her body with his thick, heated seed, howling loudly above her before he started thrusting again, clearly not finished with her yet.
 
A sharp gasp came from her as she felt his claws across one of her nipples and a shiver ran through her body. She let out a soft sob as she felt his warm seed shooting deep inside of her and whimpered again as he started thrusting again quickly after that. She had thought it was done and maybe he would leave her alone now. The only plus was that it didn't hurt so much now. Her muscles had stretched slightly to better accomodate him and the masses of his cum had made her walls slick so the thrusts seemed easier. That was it, she told herself. It was all his seed inside of her. It wasn't that any of this was effecting her. She refused to believe that her body was responding to any of this. Her breasts were covered in small scratches and nicks from his claws but she barely noticed them. Perhaps the cold was making her feel slightly numb.
 
Clearly less pleased with this position, as he continued to thrust, he used one hand to turn her on her side, one leg up over his shoulder, allowing him to push a little deeper, a little harder. It was clear that he wasn't going to stop his thrusting until he was empty. His grunts and growls feral, close in her ear as he took her, his claws scratching up her body, the leaf and mud laden ground dirtying her body. His free hand squeezed and massaged a breast as he pounded, his length pulsing inside her with the need to fill her again.
 
Shivering slightly at the feel of his fur against her skin as he forced her leg up over his shoulder in order to push himself deeper inside of her she let out another soft whimper, all of the fight seeming to have fled her body. She could feel mud and leaves getting stuck in her hair as he pushed her down to the ground, each of his thrusts moving her against it slightly as he pounded roughly against her cervix over and over. The scratches on her skin stung where the dirt littering her body both from the contact with it and his claws had met them and she whimpered, keeping her eyes averted from him, vanely hoping if she couldn't see it that it wouldn't be real. It was so disbelievable maybe it wasn't real, but the pain of him thrusting into her so deeply and his claws against her skin told her differently.
 
His movements grew more powerful as he neared his second orgasm, his gropes and grip growing rougher and harder on her body, his feral mind unwilling to hold back in this mating, giving one more powerful thrust before letting his load out inside her again, panting and breathing roughly, holding himself in as he took a break, catching his breath, though, the fact he was still hard inside her should be a clear indication of if he was really finished or not.
 
She could feel the hotness of his panting breaths over him skin as he paused in his movements above her and found that it was warming her. She could still feel him erect inside of her and she wondered how long he could keep this up for. The thought crossed her mind that he might get tired from the sexual exhersion he was going through and perhaps she would be able to get away then. She didn't trust that he wouldn't tear her to pieces of eat her once he was done one bit. Slowly she experimented by edging away from him a bit but her body was sore all over from the rough treatment and the movement caused a gasp and whimper to escape her throat and she bit her lower lip quickly trying to silence herself.
 
Alex growled softly as she whimpered, his feral side withdrawing a little, his normal mind coming forward. "K..kayla.." he growled softly, as if trying to focus hard. "I..i'm s.s.orry..I..I can'..can't stop.." he panted, his body starting to thrust again, his hands pulling her back hard on his cock. "I..it's s...still g..got control.p..please...please w..with stand this..." he got out, sounding as if he regretted all of this, regretted being what he was, and especially regretting the rape as the feral side clearly took back over, squeezing her breasts hard again, using them to keep her where she was.
 
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