Eliza walked through the forest, clutching a map in her hands. She stepped off the trail nearly an hour before to relieve herself, and once she was done it was as if the trail disappeared completely. The sun was starting to set, welcoming the moon into the night sky. Even though she knew she needed to stay calm, she didn't have the necessary supplies to make camp for the night.
She pulled her phone from the cargo pants she wore and sighed. No signal. Eliza scanned the map once more, but without any trail markers or signs nearby she was hopeless. She was too deep in the woods, and the only thing she could do was pray.
Eliza stopped and rested against a thick tree, sturdy in its age. If she absolutely had to, it wouldn't make the worst shelter. Beyond the tree there was a lush clearing, and a stream flowed nearby. She could make something out of it, at the very least. Perhaps turn it into a nice night to herself, work on her mindfulness, and work on finding people in the morning.
Her train of thought came to a screeching halt when a branch snapped to her left. Eliza glanced around, her arms falling to her sides.
"Hello," she called out. "Is anyone out there?" It could have been some sort of animal, or a serial killer, but she couldn't help but feel a flash of excitement at the thought of finding another hiker.
Whatever it was stopped at the sound of her voice, and she waited. The sounds of the forest filled the space around her, the stream, the wind in the trees, the bugs. A minute passed and another branch broke, accompanied by shuffling in the bushes around her. She held her breath, and watched as a wolf prowled into the clearing.
Eliza froze, and the animal stared at her. Both of them were waiting for the other to make a move, but Eliza was running through all of the different information she knew about facing wild animals. She remembered what to do with bears, but any information on wolves escaped her.
The wolf took another step and started to sniff the air. It continued in her direction, and Eliza took a step back. The firm wood of the tree blocked her path, and she looked around for a path of escape. If she ran, surely she wouldn't stand a chance against the animal.
It continued in her direction, and as it got closer it stood on its hind legs. The creature grew into a wolfman, its front legs morphing into arms and the canine torso into a human-like chest. She couldn't help but watch, overcome with fear and awe. Eliza looked up at the sky and the moon was already high in the sky above them. And it was full.
Oh no...
Eliza thought to herself. She didn't exactly believe in werewolves, but she'd heard stories about the forest and the image in front of her didn't exactly dismiss her suspicions. When she looked back at the wolf, it had closed the distance in front of her. It was watching, its strong chest rising and falling with each breath.
She looked up at it, and its eyes were raking over every part of her body. There was a human quality about its gaze, adding to her list of evidence for the existence of werewolves.
You're not supposed to be here.
The voice echoed in her mind, and the low guttural sound told her it belonged to him.
Her mouth fell open. What was she supposed to say? "I got lost," she told him.
His head stooped down to hers and she could feel him sniff her.
Do you need help?
Eliza wasn't exactly in a position to say no, but she'd never received directions from a werewolf. Her shoulders fell in defeat. "Yes, I guess I do."
I'd like to ask you for something in return,
he said, his nose poking her neck as he took in her scent.
She didn't know how to describe it, but there was a magnetic quality about him. With every word he spoke, her body yearned for him to come closer. She felt herself growing wet, and as the wolf's eyes flitted to her legs she gathered he'd noticed. Before she could say anything in response, he pushed her head to the side with his and licked her from her collarbone to her jaw.
Almost immediately she felt a heat growing in her pussy, and her clit started to pulse. He looked at her and lapped at her neck again, his fangs scraped against her delicate skin. If he wanted to, he could tear her apart and no one would know. Eliza was so focused on her neck she didn't realize he'd pushed her shirt up until she felt her nipples trapped between two claws. His hand gulfed her small breasts, and in that moment she realized he could devour her entirely if he so desired.
With a swift flick of his hand, he tore her shirt to shreds and it fell from her body. Eliza let out a soft gasp, if he could do that to a shirt so effortlessly, what could he do to her? He placed his hands on her hips and tore them from her body, her panties going with them.
As his snout traveled down her torso, she finally realized how horny she was. Eliza looked down and finally realized how turned on he was too. His angry red cock had slipped free, shiny with pre-cum. She didn't have much time to process as his snout grazed her clit, and inhaled her scent. Less than a moment later his tongue lapped at her folds, licking up her juices and pressing deep inside.
She found herself bracing her body against the strong tree behind her, and every crevice he found with his tongue left her knees weaker and weaker. Although pleasurable, Eliza had to admit it was an odd sensation. She'd only ever given oral, and had never been on the receiving end. With the care he put into pressing his nose against her clit, stimulating it while pushing his tongue deeper and deeper, it was as if he knew she deserved such an experience.
