CHAPTER 1
THE HUNT
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Juliette’s heart thudded loudly in her ears as she hurried along the path through the forest. The darkness fell much quicker than she’d anticipated, and she wasn’t even sure she was walking on the right path.
It was difficult to even know what direction she was heading, if she was heading towards her car or not.
What was she thinking, going to the woods to sleep in a tent all on her own? Sure, she wanted to clear her head and rid herself of all her thoughts of her ex, but she could have gone to the spa or something. She could have gone where there are people, at least.
She had barely arrived until the sun stood low.
She got to the camping site, but it was much farther than she’d remembered from her childhood, and she hadn’t even gotten her tent up before the sun set.
When she heard the first howl, she knew that was it.
She grabbed her bag and hurried through the woods.
She didn’t even pack all her things—she could sleep in her car and return for the rest in the morning.
But now, she wasn’t sure she was heading in the right direction. If anything, she was almost certain she wasn’t. The woods seemed to become denser, the undergrowth turning thicker, and she knew that she didn’t walk this far to get there in the first place.
The night was quiet. Almost too quiet. The moonlight cast ghostly white beams through the trees, and a chill went along Juliette’s spine. Another howl, and this one was closer.
“Fuck,” she muttered. Tears burnt in her eyes, and she wanted nothing but to get into her car and lock the doors. If there was a pack of wolves in the woods, she did not want to become their dinner.
But she was certain she was lost. She gazed about.
The woods were dark all around her, and she barely knew which way she had even come from.
She was beginning to panic, and her knees were shaking.
She didn’t want to get lost. She had no cellphone reception, and she barely had any battery left anyway.
“No,” she breathed and spun around. “No, no, no, no, no!”
She tried to calm down, tried to find her bearings, but when a large branch was broken just a few feet away, she shrieked and turned to run.
Where to, she didn’t know. She could be heading further into the woods for all she knew, but she didn’t care.
As long as she got away from whatever was close to her, she didn’t care.
She ran, but stumbled in the dark. She hadn’t even brought a flashlight.
She tried to aim for the ribbons of moonlight that illuminated some parts of the path; her heart was hammering inside her chest, the tears ran down her face, and behind her, she thought she heard the heavy pounds of an animal chasing her.
No, not chasing. Hunting.
Her foot caught in a root and she hurled forwards and landed on the ground. Crawling towards a spot of moonlight, she turned to face whatever was hunting her, but nothing appeared. She crawled backwards, pain searing in her chest.
A low and deep growl rose from the dark. Juliette held her breath.
“Who dares to enter my forest during a full moon?” The voice was deep, impossibly so—almost a growl.
She spied a pair of glowing, red eyes in the darkness as a beast appeared.
She screamed when she saw the gigantic wolf, walking upright on its hind legs.
The body was that of a muscular man, with larger and stronger arms and legs; the back legs ended in large paws, but the hands were humanoid, covered with black fur and ending in long claws.
The head was that of a wolf, but broader and somehow more humanlike. The snout was broad, the beast snarled, and sharp canines shone white in the moonlight, drool dripping from the animal’s lips.
The beast hummed. “A female.” It cocked its head to the side and licked its lips with a long tongue. Something resembling a smirk appeared on his lips. “Ripe and fertile…”
Juliette was too horrified by the sight to even listen to the beast’s words.
She had frozen in place, staring at the wolf with large eyes.
No, not wolf. Werewolf . She had heard the stories, but she had never believed them.
Not even as a child. Now, it stood before her, a beast larger than the largest man she had ever seen.
Black and grey fur covered the animal all over, and the strong and muscular abdomen sunk into a v that ended with a large sheath that housed the wolf’s member—below it hung heavy, fur-covered testicles.
The werewolf stepped closer, a long, black, and bushy tail trailing behind. The beast was truly enormous, its teeth almost the length of her fingers. He snarled and knelt in front of her, his snout sniffing in the air by her knees.
Juliette gasped and tried to back away, but the beast grabbed her ankles in his big hands.
He hummed again. “Fear… it smells good.” He moved his impossibly large hands up her legs, and she could barely say a word before the wolf gripped hold of her pants and tore them off her in one single movement, ripping the fabric with his claws.
Juliette cried out, too scared to move; she thought her heart might stop. The werewolf growled and forced her legs apart, and she fell on her back as the male wolf pulled her sex to his snout. He sniffed her deeply, teeth nibbling at the fabric of her panties.
“Please,” she managed to press out. “Please, don’t hurt me.”
The werewolf growled again and gazed up at her with his red eyes; again, a smirk was plastered on his lips, showing his long and terrifying canines.
“I will not let this opportunity pass, young one. I will prepare you, and then I will fuck you in the moonlight. When I’m satisfied, I will shove my knot into you, and I will breed you like the bitch you are.
” He grunted, and the smirk widened. “Maybe I will do it several times…”
She could hardly see through the tears. He was going to… breed her? No—he was going to fuck her.
The werewolf sighed and straightened, but he widened her legs even more, holding them in a steel grip.
In the light of the moon, Juliette could see a deep red member emerge from the wolf’s sheath; it was impossibly large, with a girth that was wider than her forearm.
Close to the root, there was a growth, bigger than a baseball on the base of the swollen cock; the head was tapered, ending in a point, and glittering with precum.
She felt the blood drain from her face; there was no way that thing would fit into her.
The werewolf chuckled. “Admire it, little one. When the moon sets, you will worship it, and wish for it to fill you again and again.”
“Please, no,” she breathed.
The wolf dove between her legs. With a quick jab, he grabbed her panties with his teeth and tore them from her, coaxing a cry from her.
When the cold night air brushed against her naked folds, she shuddered—but her body betrayed her; the strength of the wolf, the sight of the large, red cock, and the heat of the werewolf’s breath against her sex made her quiver, made her cunt clench.
Somewhere deep inside, somewhere primal, she wanted it.
The first lick from the werewolf’s long tongue forced a scream out of her. He licked her slowly over her entrance, folded around her clit, wrapped his canine lips around her hood and suckled on her nub before releasing and doing it all again.
Juliette cried, begging the werewolf to stop, but her body arched against him; it was out of her control, beyond what she could steer.
She felt the wetness build and seep out as he licked her slowly, and the wider he spread her legs with his steady grip, the harder he licked her sex.
Heat was building in her belly, drawing from every limb, burning in her wet cunt.
Her cunt clenched for something to grab onto, but just as the wolf’s tongue touched the entrance, it continued upwards again, warm, wet, and strong against her.
Her legs began trembling, she could hardly breathe, and an involuntary moan escaped her as pleasure tormented her.
He growled against her, sending vibrations through her clit, and that small act sent her over the edge; with a desperate wail, Juliette came into the wolf’s mouth.
She shook, her breath caught in her throat, her back arched, and her cunt tightened.
Stars covered her eyes, and the orgasm was prolonged by the wolf’s steady licks.
His strong tongue forced her cunt open, forced pressure on her sensitive clit, and kept adding to her strong release.
She tried to push him away, but it was a feeble attempt—she was too weak, and the orgasm had left her even weaker.
The werewolf drank from her orgasm, lapped it at a relentless pace, and had her writhing in his iron grip.
She had never received oral sex before. She thought her ex would go down on her, but he never did.
In truth, she had never had an orgasm with someone else before.
Every other release she’d had, had been by her own hand.
Her ex took her virginity when she turned eighteen, they stayed together for a couple of weeks, and he dumped her for another girl.
It was to get over him that she even travelled to her old childhood camping site, in the first place. Now, she regretted it sourly.
This was, however, far from the sex she had experienced only a few months earlier. This was animalistic. Brutal. Cruel.
She went limp in fear when the wolf grunted against her and looked up. He licked her wetness from his snout and slowly released one of her legs to rub his fingers against her wet folds. Juliette moaned, kept her legs apart, and let him touch her.
“You are submissive by nature,” he purred. “You’ve been looking for a dominate mate.”
She couldn’t speak, but when he slowly sank one of his large fingers into her, she squealed.
The wolf growled. “So tight…”
She whimpered when he moved inside of her. Even his finger stretched her, and she didn’t even want to know how much his cock would hurt.