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Ravaged by The Feral Werewolf
(Arya Hucovv)

A long tongue laps at my bare chest, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. Feebly, I bring my hands up to push his face away and is rewarded with a warning growl. I pull my hands back instantly, afraid of losing them. Cool air brush against my naked body. I wonder if he just doesn't like the taste of cotton and wants to taste me without it.



Heavy paws press against my shoulders and I cry out as the weight of his body presses me deeper into the ground. "Let- let go," I plead.



There's a pause and the weight on my shoulders lessen. I peek open one eye and look up at the leering wolf above me.



"Poor baby," he repeats, licking up tear streaks on my face. His jaws are huge. If he opened his mouth wide, I think he could bite my head off in one bite. He doesn't do this though. Instead, his paws grab my waist, rough, fur-covered claws circling my hips and dragging down, down, down until they are grabbing both my ankles.



Without warning, he spreads my legs wide and ducks his head between my spread legs. I yelp and shoot my hands out to cover my pussy instantly.



He lets out another low growl, eyes flashing in warning. He opens his massive maw and closes it carefully over my inner thigh. I cry out as his teeth sinks in deep enough to hurt and bleed and try to wriggle out of the way.



"Let go!" I cry out, hands flailing out to push him off- do something- anything, really.



"Shh..." he coaxes, parting his mouth so I can see blood on his teeth. He didn't bite too deep, really. He probably has enough strength in those jaws to bite my legs off, but it was just a warning bite. It doesn't even hurt that much now that I'm paying attention.



He licks up the blood pebbling at the tip and his tongue is bristled and harsh where I'm wounded. "Please," I whimper.



"Poor baby..." he says and it's almost taunting how sincere he sounds since he's the one who hurt me in the first place. He lifts me up a little more, putting most of my weight on my upper back and folding me almost in half. It's a mockery of some sort of yoga move. Plow Pose or something.



"Please, please don't eat me," I wheeze, covering my eyes with my arms. I am still crying. I don't know how to stop now, really.



He pauses and cocks his head. "Not eat," he growls and I am relieved for a second before he continues. "Mate."