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His gray fur stuck up along his spine as he prowled on the edge of her vision. Seven feet tall, claws as long as her whole hand and teeth as sharp as razor blades.
He was drooling like he intended to consume her flesh and soul both, but between his muscular legs sprouted a thick and ruby colored member, aching to be sunk into her flesh in a way different than teeth.
She'd heard the legends. The myths. The folktales. But the full moon journey to go meet her lover across town had unveiled them all to be true.
“Don't… Don't kill me…”
Her voice was mouse-like. She clutched the chest area of her dress, trying to slow the pace of her heart as it threatened to run out of her chest cavity. The adrenaline tingled like ice over her skin, both hot enough to ache and cold enough to burn. Even though she could turn down the cobblestone path and run, she could feel that the second she took her eyes off the beast that he'd catch up and kill her instantly. Triggering his prey drive was the last thing she wanted to do.
“Please…”
He stalked towards her a growl thundering in his throat. Crimson eyes cut like knives through the darkness, peering into her soul. A scream built in her throat as her life flashed before her eyes. She'd been a good daughter and an honest friend. Working the farm had taught her hard work and through that she'd finally found true love, but of course her father forbade it. So she'd snuck out.
A splattering sound and it didn't drool. It trailed over the cobblestone.
Piss. It was marking its territory.
It shook out its thick gray pelt and then in a flash raced across the cobblestone, its claws scraping against the stone like knives on a plate. It snarled, the sound sending an electric shock through the girl.
She ran against all better judgment, screaming with tears running down her face and sticking to her cheeks. The moon hung overhead, casting a clear silver path to her as the werewolf gained and within a fraction of a second dug its into her flesh and tore away her dress.
“No! No, stop it! Help—Someone help me!
Teeth grazed her neck, silencing her. Every muscle ached as she tensed. Its teeth ran down the length of her neck then dug into her shoulder, blood spurting up across its white muzzle. She screamed so loudly her throat hurt, but no one came to investigate. The villagers knew an attempt to help her would end with them dead. Her sacrifice would give them time to prepare for the worst.
The werewolf dragged her into the shadows and pressed her against the side of a building. The wood creaked under the pressure he applied. He knocked the air out of her and suddenly she was silent and gasping even as he fastened his teeth into her shoulder and melded his front to her back.
The slick, warm thing pressing against her thigh was long enough to be a forearm. It throbbed, spilling something thick down her leg before the tip prodded her slit. Her pusslips were pushed away and the tip of the werewolf’s cock buried against her opening. The space was much too narrow for his kind, especially with the addition of the knot. But she wasn’t meant to survive this encounter.
She had to focus on breathing instead of screaming, trying to fill her lungs but failing each time. He was too rough, his forearm across her back making the space in her chest so narrow as she was held to the wooden wall that she was in agony and out of breath.
“Mate,” the werewolf chuffed.
It was passion that touched his voice. The sentiment reached his eyes as he licked the mark on her shoulder and began to nuzzle her neck. Even as he ranked his claws up her side, splitting flesh, his passion was real. She was his mate and she would have his pups. But she would only be his mate until she died and she would die tonight.
He buried the first few inches of his cock into her pathway. She flailed, pain wracking her body as she was filled inch by inch, all the while unable to focus on anything other than pain and scarce breaths. He marked her other shoulder, then her forearm, his teeth leaving purple bruising and permanent scars.
“Aah—breath—aah!”
She cried as he plunged himself all the way inside of her, using all his strength to do so. The agony was intense, shaking her to her very core. She was anything but numb when he pulled back and sprung forward, splintering the wood, breaking one of her ribs and shattering her pelvis.
He did it again and again, baring his teeth and growling with gratification all the while. His fur continued to stand on end, his ears flat against his skill and his tail glued to his left leg. He crested over her as he withdrew, then arched back with enough force to shake the wall she was pressed against.
“My—growl—mate! Awoooo!”
He howled, tossing his head back as he fucked her vigorously, his balls slapping her bloody slit and pre-cum spurting into her only to then flow outward. He dug his claws into the wood in front of them and held her only using the pressure of his chest, moving only his hips as he gave a final few thrusts. Pleasure wracked his body as agony overwhelmed hers. His next thrust snapped her spine and the one after cracked her neck as she released a hollow scream.
She was so warm and tight and small. He knotted her as the consciousness began to fade from her eyes, only agony echoing inside of them. The knot broke her internally, filling her so full that something important began to bleed.
The werewolf pounded the fuck out the husk that remained, cumming pratically nonstop as her tight cunt milked her aching cock. It lasted for nearly an hour before he finally finished and dropped her pregnant corpse to the ground. Cum spilled out of her pretty body, silver as moonlit hit it.
Shaking out his fur, the werewolf returned to the cobblestone path, intent on finding another victim.