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Vivid Fizz

Vivid Fizz

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Oct 17, 2009
It was a beautiful day to be sure. A bright and merry yellow sun hung in the pale blue sky. Clouds, white and cottony, drifted aimlessly across the palate of blue. Birds were singing their early morning prelude and the fresh clean scent of late spring surrounded the small town. To most this was the perfect day. It was warm, sunny, and simply stunning. There were many things that could be done on a day like this.

Elaine had decided to visit her grandmother, who lived in the woods that surrounded the village. It had been a long while since she had seen her and Elaine figured that such a day was perfect for them. Although it was early morning, the beautiful young woman was already out and walking on the path through the wood. Around her arm was a large basket full of goodies. Nothing pleased the girl more than having a nice picnic with her nana along the side of the creek that trickled behind the old cabin.

The brilliant rays of the sun were catching Elaine’s hair at it’s finest. It was bright red with flecks of gold and orange and it made her look like she was radiating light. Her soft leather boots made barely any noise against the dirt path. A full skirt swished around her ankles and a smile was on her full lips. Nothing could be done to ruin such a wonderful day.

Little did she know that something had its eye on her as she made it through the woods. This time around she had decided to take the path that wound around the same creek that was behind her grandma’s quaint home. Although she was only a few months from being a full adult, eighteen, she still behaved like a carefree child while no one was around. She spent the trip giggling and jumping in the water, enjoying the simple things that life had to offer.

Near midday she made it to her grandmother’s and knocked on the door.

“Grandmother!” she called, inviting herself in before she answered. “Grandmother I brought you a basket of goodies! I thought we could spend the day talking. It has been awhile.”
 
The wolf had known for quite some time that he needed to find a female. Humanity had hunted wolves nearly to complete extinction. For hundreds of miles, he searched for a female. For any wolf like him. There was none left, only the four legged ferals. The wolf had decided that odds being what they were, it would be a better idea to steal a human girl away. There was certain magics, something entirely foreign to human, magic, that would be able to transform a human girl into a wolf like him. But, he had to do it just right, he had to specifically pick just the right human girl. Not only for the transformation to be effective and take hold, but to bear spring after the transformation.

He was tall, lean and strong as hell. His fingers tipped in claws, his hands resembled and were referred to, as paws, though he retained the flexible fingers. He had a long, fluffy tail, two tall, pointed ears, tipped in white. The rest of his fur was a stark black. As with everything about him, over the years of generations that led up to him, wolves had evolved in accordance with their dwindling numbers. Black fur helped him blend with darkness, pads on his feet and hands helped him move silently. He could pick out a specific person from a mile away on scent alone.

He was in a tree, his deep blue eyes focused on her. It wasn't like he was going to jump out of a bush and yell "Surprise!", jump on her and drag her off. That wouldn't suit his plans in the least. He needed her to cooperate. He needed her to do what he wanted without question. As the rabbit that had previously been shaking in fear in the bush quickly hops away from her, he gets a grand idea. That grand mother of hers... She certainly adored the old bat. Maybe... Deciding that the best plan, the wolf took off ahead of the girl, moving at a much quicker pace.

Arriving at the home before the girl, he was doing some scouting. He couldn't go in after the grandmother just yet, since the girl was just a few minutes behind. Instead, he decided to take a place in a tree some distance away where he could keep an eye on the home, and anyone entering or leaving it. Particularly the leaving part.
 
Some pleasantries were exchanged inside. Every time that Elaine came to visit, her grandmother would always gush and tell her that she grew more beautiful each passing day as a greeting. It was a sweet thing for the old lady to do. Elaine had never found herself that attractive. Then again she never cared to look in a mirror too often, only to see if her hair was in place.

Elaine inquired about her health and what all the old woman had been up to. Not much, it would seem. With all of the wolves disappearing it was easier to raise some chickens and have a small garden. It meant that she did not have to run into town as often. Not with her bad hip. She was extremely pleased with the fruits, cheeses, and chocolate that her favorite granddaughter had brought her. It took no coaxing at all for Elaine to get her to go outside towards the old creek.

“Its so lovely out today,” the elderly woman warbled. The weather was a favored subject of hers. It was easy to remember and it always was happening. “I am happy to see that after such a long winter we get a beautiful spring.”

“I love it,” Elaine added. “The village has been really lively lately and so much has been going on.”

“You should enter the goddess festival. Such a beautiful young girl would likely be chosen to represent the fertility goddess.”

“You always say that, nana, and I always decide not to. Other girls want it more than me. I don’t understand why they would be so interested.”

“It is something to be named the most beautiful maid of the village. The girl picked is normally married in a few months…”

Elaine sighed. Always, always marriage with this old bat! She chuckled and shook her head.
 
He had to come up with a plan to steal the girl away, except that the girl had to have some degree of willingness to it. He could take her and rape her over and over again to his heart's content, but without at least some small degree of consent from her, he'd heard stories of females that wouldn't become impregnated through force because of sheer will. He couldn't risk that. So, as he continued to stalk her, his mind continued to move.

Seeing her out in the back, near the stream with an elderly woman, he could tell that she was quite enamored with the old bat. That gave him a rather good idea. If she cared for this old crone, then he could use that against her. The wolf was certain that he could easily over power both of them. So, he simply had to catch the two off guard, threaten the young beauty with her old woman's life and then take her. What that girl didn't know was that she was going one way or another. The only difference was, would the old woman be alive when she left.

Standing in his tree, watching the two at the creek, his tail flicks. He had a plan, simply to wait until they were on his turf, inside the forest again. There, he could sneak up on the pair before they got back home and...
 
Elaine strolled with her grandmother along the riverbed, soaking in the sun and the odd observations from the old woman. Like how the river wasn’t flowing as strongly when it had always been the way it was. How the birds were loud and the redhead beauty could scarcely hear them. All of these little things that no one would notice the elderly woman had. Then again it never really occurred to Elaine that she had lived out here and would notice such things.

Into the woods they headed. There was a nice clearing just a little bit inside of it, almost a perfect circle of plush grass and a break in the ceiling where sun was able to drift down. This had been one of their favorite spots since the wolf population had been cut back. Elaine smiled, helping her grandmother over some trickier rocks and stumps.

“I am getting too old for this trek,” her grandmother said in a huff. “My old bones can’t take this sort of climbing anymore.”

“Are you admitting that something is getting to you?” Elaine teased with a chuckle.

“Girl, you are getting cheeky. No man is going to want you with a tongue like that!”

“That is perfectly fine by me!”

The old woman let out an agitated sigh and gave Elaine a cross look. “You are such a willful, spoiled girl sometimes. Elaine… whatever are we going to do with you?”
 
It wasn't like they were exactly hard to track. He could smell the younger's scent from half a mile away. It was unmistakable, alluring and it permeated his every thought when he could smell her. He knew what he was going to do and just how he was going to do it. The older of the two was the girl's weak point. He could tell that she cared for her elder. He'd use that against her. Oh, he'd never harm the younger one. He knew what his plan was and how he'd break her into coming with him. Keeping her there after he'd gotten her... well, that was another bridge he'd cross when he comes to it.

The wolf had waited until they'd had their little chat. Grinning, he'd moved to the edge of the forest so that when he spoke, he'd be within sight of the two. Licking his fangs and bringing his plan to action, he dug his claws into the tree next to him to alleviate the excitement he felt.

"I'm sure I can help you with that problem of her being a spoiled, willful girl." The wolf says, making sure that his voice carried well and enough that the two could hear. "In fact, I don't believe I'm giving you a choice in the matter..." The tall, lean, black furred wolf stepped out from the shade of the trees into the sunlight, looking at the two. By that period in time, wolves were so rare that most thought them myth and legend more than fact and reality. But there he stood, his dark brown eyes on the two.
 
A wolf! Elaine gasped loudly and wheeled back, her grandmother having pulled the young woman behind her. The elder gripped her cane defensively. People had called her crazy when she spoke of wolves still being in the forest. The redhead had even thought her grandmother was going senile in her old age. Yet here one was. Her heart stopped and her mouth dried. What did he want with them? What did he mean by his words?

“Shoo!” The old bat exclaimed as she waved her cane in his direction. “Get on out of here! Shoo, boy, shoo!”

“Nana!” Elaine exclaimed as she tried to get the brazen elder to stop her silly attempt to make the wolf stop. A little piece of wood was not going to stop such a creature. The redhead looked up at the beast. Her eyes took in the way he licked his fangs and her heart nearly stopped. “What do you want with us? We’re not good to eat. She is old and rubbery and I am all skin and bones…”

“Stop it, girl! I know what I am doing!”

“He is going to kill you if you try to hit him with that thing!” Her eyes darted back to the wolf and she squared her shoulders.
 
"I am not some dog!" He yells at the old woman. With a flash of his claws, the end of the old woman's cane fell to the ground in pieces, leaving the rest in her hand. Clearing his throat and regaining his composure, he takes a deep breath. Having not killed the old woman like he'd sorely wanted to at her insult, he'd almost killed the leverage he had in the situation. It was almost worth it. Running his fingers through his hair, he looks at the girl.

"Well, now that we've established that I'm not some dog to be shooed... or complained to about the thickness of meat on your bones..." The wolf tells the two, looking down at them. "I'm not simply here to eat or even kill either of you. Well. Maybe. I might kill the old one. It could be fun to kill her slowly while she tries to flee and scream her lungs out. Might not be fun if she dies of a heart attack, though." The wolf's good eye bores into the girl's speaking to her in specific.

"So. Here's the deal, girly. You come with me and Nana here dies of old age instead of in the middle of a forest, alone and choking on her own blood. That's the deal. You come with me. You stay with me until I give you permission to leave. The old bat doesn't die a horrific death." He was dead serious, looking at her calmly. The old bat wouldn't be the first human he'd kill. Certainly not the last. At least the girl might save her. "Sounds like such fantastic terms, doesn't it?"
 
Though it frightened Elaine, the older woman seemed not to be phased by how her cane was destroyed. Only a playful smile had crossed her lips, as she knew better, and that he was indeed some bad dog that needed to be punished. At her age she was the type to accept death quite easily. She had lived, had children, loved and lost and experienced much. Her granddaughter, on the other hand, had much to experience. To be forced to live with a wolf... well, that could only mean one thing.

"Don't listen to him," The old woman snapped. "My death means nothing. Run, Elaine. Get out of her as fast as your pretty little feet can carry you."

The redhead gave a small cry and shook her head. No. There was no way she would live with the guilt of knowing that her grandmother's death was on her conscious. How much she loved her! Living after she had been the one to kill her would be a fate worse than death.

"Nana..." she said softly before looking at the terrifying beast before them. "I... I don't have much of a choice. I will go with you." Though she wasn't sure what he had in mind for her.
 
The wolf looks at the two, his tail swaying slowly behind him. The old woman was partially right. At her age, she could accept death quite easily. Where she was wrong was that he was as simple as some bad dog that needed to be punished. Even if that were true, she was certainly not the one to dole out the punishment to him. He knew that if the young one did end up refusing and the old coot kept at her wiles, he'd take the old one and slowly, painfully kill her over a period of hours in front of the younger.

"Well, you see, the thing is, oldie, she runs, I just go catch her, drag her back here, plop her cute little ass down right where she'll get a front row seat and a ticket to the show. Ya know, the one where I carve you up into little bits while keeping you alive as long as physically possible?" He asks her, giving a dark grin. When the girl shushes the old woman, he gives a nod.

"Funny." The wolf says, smirking deviously. "In this case, the young is wiser than the old. There is no winning for the two of you. I'm taking her and at least you get to live for..." He looks at the old woman and snorts, grinning. "A couple more weeks or so from the looks of it."

Turning, the wolf begins to walk into the forest. The girl had agreed to come and he'd simply expected her to be behind him. If not, he always knew where to find the two, and it's not like the old woman was going very far very fast without a cane...
 
Elaine followed behind, clamping her hands over her ears as she heard her grandmother screaming after her. Her heart was breaking but she did not see any other way. Her grandmother was such a kind person and she was sure that, despite her maladies, she would make it into the town. There she would be able to tell other's of what had happened. Hopefully they got to her before this beast had picked her bones clean. A lump rose in her throat and she began to cry. No one had ever prepared her for something like this. Stories like this were just fairytales to scare children into sleeping. They didn't actually happen!

"What are you planning on doing with me?" she asked as they walked deeper into the forest. "I mean, if you wanted to kill me you would have already done it and I am sure that you don't want to devour me. That could have already been done, too."

How innocent she was not to guess the obvious. If she took a moment to think she would have realized what was going on but she was not going to allow herself to think that way. It was completely unbelievable. He was a wolf and she was a human; nothing could happen between them... right?
 
"I'm not really sure yet." He says in reply to her. Well, he did know what he'd planned on doing. To be honest with himself, he'd no idea what he was doing when it came down to the particulars. He really hadn't planned this far ahead, the silly wolf simply hadn't even been sure if he'd even be able to steal the girl, she he hadn't gotten to the whole planning stage of raping her. He wasn't exactly the "RAWR VIOLENCE" type, he'd just been brought to situations in his life wherein he needed to resort to violence in order to survive. His tail flicking in annoyance, he wondered exactly how this was going to work with her. Or if he could even impregnate a human. He was just taking a guess that since he was quite human in traits, except for his... well, his canine anatomy that she might not even like, that this could even work.

Taking a deep breath, he gives a nod. He'd just have to get it over with and pray that the first time raping her would be the hardest, and then after that he'd just naturally find the flow of things. In the mean time, he simply just had to get her back to his home. She'd likely be surprised to find that he lived in a cave. Well, that wasn't exactly the surprising part. It was that he'd the skills enough to build the cave system into that of a home worthy of royalty. In the darkness of the cave was an oak wooden wall with a door in the frame. Inside, the floors were made from mahogany wood. He'd built furniture that could've sold in the wealthiest of craft stores. Walking inside, he wasn't really even looking at her.

"My father was a carpenter." He says to her, making sure she's inside before closing the door. The caves were lit by an intricate system of mirrors that drew light inside from an opening deeper in the cave, magnified it and poured it through the mirrors in each room, giving the rooms the same brightness as being outside.

"He passed his craft to me before... well, before humans came and wiped us all out. Except myself. Now I've no need for that skill any longer. Want to guess as to what skills I find my self in need of as of late?" He asks her, forcing her to guess at something darker and sinister than all appearances of his nice home may be.
 
The state of the cave was shocking. What she was expecting was some seedy little hole in the side of a mountain or a patch of wood that had been cleared. This was far beyond what she expected. A wolf made this?! The construction was so humanlike and it amazed her. She ran a hand over the walls of her new home. At least this could have been much worse. Then again she had no idea if she was going to live very long.

"I am not sure what else you could need," she told him. "With no other wolves around, finding food shouldn't be that hard for you, and you seem to have done quite well for yourself. Is it that you're lonely?" That seemed like the reasonable answer. With no other wolves around he was likely sick of being by himself. A lump rose in her throat. "You know, I would have come to visit you if you just asked."

How could someone so beautiful no know the ways of men? It must have been infuriating to the powerful beast to have her be so oblivious to the obvious. Elaine was like that though. Despite what happened she preferred to believe the best in people. Even if they were not people technically.

"This place is really nice. It is impressive you built it yourself. This is nicer than my house."
 
"Is that all life is to you?" The wolf asks her, walking over to the wall where she'd touched it. Looking at the finely layered, flush, symmetrical wood, he speaks to her. "Is life really just as simple as food in your belly and a roof over your head?" The wolf asks of her. He wasn't exactly waiting for an answer, brushing his fingers over the wood. "Life is about more than simple base desires..." Turning and walking into the room, he speaks to her over his shoulder, not directly looking at her. "Being human and just so far superior to my kind, one would think that you'd know that." His voice was rough as he chided her for acting superior to him, thinking that a wolf's needs were simple, that she knew what he wanted out of life.

Taking one of the chairs from the room, he walks over to her with it. Sitting her down in it, he kneels down, looking up into her eyes. She could see his eyes. His right eye, a deep brown, the kind of gaze that scholars had when deep in thought. His left, on the other hand, bore the mark he'd forever carry from the humans. A long gash from above the brow down to the cheek bone and his destroyed eye. The deep, intellectual brown had been replaced by a lifeless, souless gray. It was a stark contrast and a good insight into the paradox that was the wolven race. On one hand, they were acutely intellectual and philosophical. On the other, forever scarred and the life stripped away by humanities' hatred for their difference.

"Feel this chair..." He tells her, taking her hand into his paw, his fingers gently moving her hand. "You can feel the tree's sacrifice that went into it. The sweat of my hard work. The comforts of time and effort. This is the skill my father passed to me. Not a warrior's mind. Not a tactician's mind. A carpenter's mind. But wolves... Wolves no longer have need... I've no longer a need for this skill. The only skill left available to me is to deal in the arts of fear and death. This is the last thing I have good inside of me, and it is what my father gave to me." He looks deep into her eyes. "And what I should give to my child."
 
Elaine glared at him. What a way to take her kindness out of proportion. It hurt to think that someone would find her shallow. What someone needed was by far much different than what someone wanted. So other than food, shelter, and clothing she was completely unsure what other basic need was needed to be filled. She did not see the point in insulting her intelligence. She had AGREED to be here after all. Tears formed in her eyes because she was so angry at him! She begrudgingly sat down and looked into his eyes. Her own were shiny and burnt with anger as he explained the craftsmanship that went into the house and how he wanted to pass it on to his son.

As she studied his eyes his intent became clear with that one word. Son. Whatever anger she was feeling was replaced by one of absolute dread. He intended to mate her! Visibly she recoiled in the chair and attempted to make herself smaller. Whatever good that would do. The fury burning in her eyes became one of timid fear and she shook her head.

"I-I-I can't provide you a son!" she stammered out. "I am... well, no. I refuse!"
 
His one good eye looks into her own, undaunted by her in the least. He could see the anger in her eyes, he could see the anger quickly replaced by fear. Watching her try to shrink into the chair and make herself as small as possible, a defensive reflex that prey tends to use when cornered. He looked at her, unflinchingly watching her reaction to him.

"You don't get a choice, girly." The wolf tells her. He reaches up, gripping her hair, he tugs it to lean her head back. Drawing her toward him, he moves her head so that her nose is an inch from his own. "I am going to use you again and again, pouring my thick seed into you over and over again until I am certain that you either can or cannot bear me a child." The wolf says, growling softly. He wasn't kidding with her in the least. Leaning down, he presses a deep kiss to her lips, even if she wasn't accepting of it.

Letting her hair go, he stands up. Looking down at her, he licks his fangs. "And do pray that you can, because if you cannot, you'll find the fable about wolves eating humans to be true." The wolf says, leaning over her. Flicking his claws out, she could feel him lean down and shred her top off of her body in a matter of mere seconds, leaving her there with nothing to cover her any longer.
 
Elaine let out a sharp gasp as he pulled her hair. Her eyes could not be drawn away from his as he spoke. He terrified her more than anything ever had. The graphic image came to her mind of him forcing himself on her over and over again; his claws digging into her hips and he thrust over and over again into her unwilling and fighting body. She began to weep uncontrollably and tried to pull her mouth away from his; unable to do so because his muzzle was crushing her lips.

As soon as he let go of her, Elaine shook her head; wiping her mouth clean like some child would. Her sobbing became louder as he continued to speak. He was going to eat her! This was never going to work! A human couldn't have the baby of a wolf... could they? They were a different species! Would parts even match up for them to do anything? As she thought he leaned over her and began to shred at her top.

"No!" she screamed. She threw up her hands and tried to push them against his face to deter him. Feet came up kick against his stomach. She slide of her chair, rolling to try and get away from him. "I am not going to do it! I am not going to be used and then eaten!"
 
The wolf looks at her, watching her eyes, making sure that she was paying rapt attention to his words. He could see the terror in her eyes and it excited him. His plan was working quite well thus far. His lips pressed against hers, her top coming apart into little strips when she begins to thrash and push at him, he lets the kiss go. Looking down at her, he grins and leans up from her, his tail flicking happily. Letting her roll away from him, it wasn't like she was about to find the ability to escape.

"Is that what you think is going to happen?" The wolf asks her, walking slowly toward her as she tries to scramble away. When she's backed into a corner, he smirks, looking down at her. "Well, you're almost right..." The wolf tells her, reaching down and grabbing her by the hair, tugging her up to her feet again. "But, if you cooperate and time comes and goes and still nothing, just maybe I won't eat you and maybe I'll return you back into your grandma's arms." The wolf looks at her and smirks, licking his lips.

"Then again, I might just drag you over there and let you watch as I eat her." The wolf says, looking at her. "And then you can live the rest of your life with that memory as a pet to a big bad wolf." He tells her, a devilish grin across his face as he stands there.
 
The scraps of her shirt fell away to reveal large, firm, and round breasts topped with little pink nipples. His lips caused her to recoil and she tried to pull herself away once more. They weren't even the same species! Elaine did not understand why he would even want to take a human as a mate! Finally he dropped her and she attempted an escape, backing herself into a wall.

Terror filled her eyes and she let out a scream as he approached her. A piercing scream that likely hurt his sensitive ears. She did not care if she hurt him. He was planning on hurting her badly. Maybe not physically but she was sure that this act would permanently scar her emotionally. Again he was pulling her up by her hair and she let out a grunt.

"No!" she began to cry. Tears streaked her face and made it swell. "Please! Don't do this! I... I don't want my first time to be with a wolf!"
 
The wolf looks at her, watching her cower before him as her top comes unraveled and her body is revealed to him. When she pulls away from him, he doesn't seem too terribly bothered by it. Looking at her with a soft growl, he starts to move toward her. When she screams like that, he frowns, putting his paws over his ears. Giving a huff, he waits until she's done. Huffing, he starts to move toward her again.

"Is all of this really necessary?" He asks her rhetorically. She'd started crying and muttering something about her first time with a wolf. Or her first time in general. "You're a virgin?" He asks her. Licking his lips, he growls as he looks over her body again. "I'm going to enjoy this that much more..."

Moving over to her, he's quick to take her, pick her up and throw her onto the bed and then pounce on her before she can escape from it again.
 
Of course it was all needed! Elaine was terrified. This beast was going to rape her! What did he expect; for her to grovel at his feet? As he scooped her up she beat against his chest and flailed her arms. That did not phase an animal such as him. Without any mercy she was thrown on the bed and he climbed on top of her. The scent of his fur was almost overpowering. It was not a bad smell; it was a wild one. One that was rubbing against her and covering up her human smell.

She twisted beneath him as she tried to wriggle her way from beneath him. Yet all she managed was flipping on to her stomach, pert ass rubbing against his crotch as she attempted to escape further. Her skirt was her last line of protection and that was slipping down her hips.

"I don't care what you want!" she exclaimed. "I will not become yours! I won't! I won't!"
 
Every time she resisted him or tried to worm her way out of his grasp, the wolf would simply ignore her attacks or press her back into the bed. Crawling atop of her body, she did at least manage to get herself turned over onto her stomach, which was actually a poor move on her part. Her perky little ass lifted up from the bed as she tried to squirm away, but she was only doing herself more harm.

With her skirt down around her thighs, he takes the base of her panties and pushes them against her thigh, revealing her pink folds. As she's bent over and trying to squirm away, she can feel his large, red, knotted wolf cock pushing against her pussy.
 
Something hard pressed at the entrance of her womanhood. Elaine let out a terrified squeak. Her body froze completely and she threw a terrified look over her shoulder at him. It begged him not to go any further. There was no such mercy. It stroked at her slit with every slightly movement of the two. A lump rose in her throat. What could she do?! With him so close the danger rang in her head and seized every single muscle in her body. There was no more fighting back. Her being was submitting to her terror.

"It's so big!" she cried through gritted teeth. Soon, with her muscles as stiff as they could be, her head dropped forward and she simply wept bitterly. "You'll kill me with it!"

What else could she do now? With her body not responding and with his cock perched precariously at her entrance, there was nothing she could do but take it. Eyes closed sharply and she gripped the sheets, bracing herself for what was going to happen.
 
She could feel him throbbing at her entrance. Leaning over her, licking his lips, the wolf gives a soft growl from the feel of her warm pink folds. Red could feel the warm precum squirting from his cock over her pink folds. It didn't matter if she was wet or not, the warm, sticky, slick liquid would provide that for himself. With his body leaned over hers, she could feel his powerful form keeping her from trying to pull away or do something stupid.

Putting his paws over her hips, the wolf holds her steady and still. With him holding her, she could feel him starting to enter her pussy. She could feel herself stretching around him as he starts to push his large canine cock inside of her. Slowly, little by little, she begins to take him inside of her body. When Red can feel herself breaking, she can feel him at her virgin hymen. Leaning down, he whispers into her ear.

"You belong to me." As he tells her, she can feel him take her virginity away from her, pushing every last inch of his large wolf cock into her until her pink folds kiss his knot at the base.
 
Elaine bit her lip and closed her eyes tightly. It would end soon. He was shove it inside of her, pump a few times, then roll over and fall asleep. That is what the biddies at the town square joked about when it came to their husbands. In shame she hung the thick red curls of her hair in her face so he could not see her agony. The large thing slid inside of her painfully slow. The tight walls of her womanhood attempted to fit his girth but, instead, gave way to the immense size and ripped instead. There was already blood and he had not even pierced her hymen at that point.

Virgin muscles, tight and relentless, clenched at his monster member. Every single inch made her cry and bawl. When he reached that bit of skin inside of her and broke through she howled in agony. Her back arched. She would have thrashed and attempted to pull away but his body kept her nearly immobile. Still deeper he delved and she felt the tip of her push against another wall inside of her. Eyes widened and another yelp came from her as her body was wracked with sobs.

She bit down on a pillow to stifle her cries. He did not need to hear how much power he had over her. The satisfaction he likely got from it would not be had. At least not fully. She had begged him not to take her. There had to be more willing girls! There were truly sick people out there that would likely like to get it on with a wolf.

That knot frightened her. It was even thicker than the rest of him and likely would not feel good pushed inside of her.

"I don't belong to anyone!" she growled through the material of his pillow. "Just hurry up and get out of me!"
 
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