Description: With werewolves on the rise, nothing could stop them from claiming, knotting, and breeding their mates.
Tags: animalistic, primal, werewolf, sexual, literotica, knotting, wolf, beast, supernatural, non-consensual, reluctance, doggystyle, intense, hardcore
WARNING: This story contains sensitive subject such as r@pe, teratophilia, and knotting so if you don't like those, please don't read this story to prevent unnecessary conflict. Thank you.
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'I should be quiet' Freya couldn't help but think but her body and her surroundings disagree. Dried leaves crunch loudly under her rapidly running feet. Her heavy breathing a contrast to the silence of the night. The banging of her heart wasn't any better. Sweat ran down her body in a steady flow. Cuts and scrapes left by nature's attempts to slow her down paint her body, tearing apart her clothes little by little and leaving tiny clues on her trail - making it even easier for her pursuer to chase her.
She knows he's near. She doesn't need to see him, hear him, or even smell him. He's too much of an apex predator to be sensed by a human's domesticated senses. But she can feel him. A deeper, more powerful but hidden instinct of hers knows he's near. He's toying her like the wolf he is - running its prey to exhaustion before pouncing.
She desperately wants to free herself from the predestined hunt she fell into, but she has no choice but to run. Staying there would leave her like the rest of the humans - claimed and r@ped by these monsters. Hiding is futile with their strong senses. Running is no better, but at least she has a chance - no matter how slim - to escape.
She shouldn't have ran into the woods then, but only the woods could give her enough cover and ground for a desperate escape. It's a double-edged sword knowing that the woods are the wolf's territory. She fell into an unmistakable and inescapable trap.
But...she had no other choice. She'd rather take that tiny chance of escape than nothing at all. However, there was no escape.
The wolf finally made an appearance, pouncing on her before she could get close to the river to hide and wash away her scent. Her screams were mixed with the wolf's growl as its humongous body slammed her frail one into the bed of dried leaves. The impact left her shaken and disoriented long enough for the wolf to pin her body down with a massive paw and a heavy body.
Freya whimpered when she saw her predator. Glowing golden-yellow eyes stare at her with such hunger and desire that left her trembling in fear.
"No...please don't..." She begged but only glinting canines greeted her as if he is grinning. With wide teary eyes, she watched as the huge black wolf threw its head up and let out a echoing howl. The bright full moon made him look majestic surrounded by the shadows of the tall trees hovering around them. It would've been a sight to behold but Freya only felt dread, knowing what's about to happen and knowing she's helpless to do anything against it.
Several howls answered the wolf. She knew, it's somewhat congratulatory but there's no joy in store for her. She's caught and there's no escape.
As soon as the wolf's done, those golden-yellow eyes looked back at her briefly before the form started shifting into a half-human, half-wolf form. Freya screamed as her clothes were torn off from her. She screamed, hit, thrashed, and kicked but the only thing she gained was a sore throat, blurry eyes, more scratches, and a bare body.
The wolf didn't wait for her to settle down before he pushed her legs wide apart, that Freya felt her muscles burn at the stretch, and the wolf immediately dug in to her. Long, wet, and slippery tongue attacked her folds - lapping, slurping, nipping and thrusting. Freya continued to struggle, refusing to give up but the strong grip on her legs left her stranded.
"Stop! Stop! Stop!" She screamed, hitting the werewolf anywhere she can reach as she thrashes and wriggles, trying to free herself. All she managed to do was rub herself more into the wolf's mouth.
The werewolf ignored her attempts, too engrossed in his meal to pay attention to her weak attempts of retreat. He lapped her like a thirsty animal who had gone weeks without a single drink. It was heavenly and oh so addicting.
Freya could do nothing but struggle, hoping above hope that somehow, the wolf will loosen his hold enough for her to escape but that didn't happen. Instead, his grip on her becomes a bit tighter with every slurp and flicker of his tongue. Without meaning to, her struggles slowly went from violent thrashing of escape attempts to languid movements dancing in rhythm with the wolf's tongue.
"Stop" she sobbed as her fear and disgust slowly turns into a lighter emotion she knew she shouldn't have in this situation.
A content growl was her only answer as the wolf feasts on her folds. The friction of his tongue on her folds started to feel like a pleasant tingle that starts to create a tiny knot inside her. With every stroke of the wolf's tongue, the tingle intensifies so is the knot.
Unbeknownst to her, her eyes had already closed while her hips move closer and closer to the wolf's pleasurable ministrations. The wolf only got more eager, slightly lifting up her hips so he could devour her more.
Her fluids and his saliva cover her nether regions and his snout a wet mess as their liquids mingle and drip into the dried forest floor.
"Noooo..." Freya moaned as more of her struggles leave with every stroke of the wolf's pleasurable tongue. "Stop it..." She told the wolf but she was only met with more rigorous tongue-fucking.
"Aaaah!" A moan escaped her as the knot inside her tightens to a pleasurable ball. She covered her mouth with her hands, trying to prevent herself from letting out those humiliating sounds. But with every lap, stroke, and slurp of the wolf's eager tongue, more and more of those sounds escape her.
"Please stop..." She sobbed as her body starts to weaken in surrender to the pleasure she's reluctantly being subjected to.
