((This got a little longer than I planned. Let me know if anyone likes this fantasy stuff, I'm a sucker for it!))


The night had turned sharply cooler than she had expected. A translucent cloud hovered in front of her lips in between each exhale, grasping a moment to glow in the strong moonlight that flooded around her. Stars shared in the moon’s glory, silent witnesses to the scene below them. Just she, unaware of the beauty of that moon and how enchanting she looked in its light, completely focused on where the sound would come from next.

He had been stalking her for over a mile now. What exactly he was, she wasn’t sure. Her best guess was that he was one of the Lycans that existed in the lowland forest area. They normally do not roam this close to the city limits which was why she was questioning whether the beast was in truth werewolf, or something else. She had dealt with Lycan’s before. If they were not in a frenzy they tolerated her existence because of her profession. She was a slayer. Her life was committed to the eradication of the parasites, the creatures of the night. Vampires. The blood suckers had claimed every member of her family except for her.

Lycans and Vampires had never dealt well with one another. The enchanted werewolf was the only creature able to end a Vampire’s existence with a bite. Humans such as she had to move to drastic measures such as silver tipped weapons or forcing them into sunlight. Holy water tended to slow up the weak ones, might even kill a freshly embraced Kindred, but it was rare she came across one so weak. They knew better than to leave the weaklings out where she could find them.

“Elina.” The deep, charming voice flows across the crisp night air from behind her. She jerks her head around. She had been so focused on deciding where exactly the large wolf like creature was she had not realized that she had been approached from behind. The man that stood there was stunningly beautiful. Flawless skin with boyish good looks, long raven black strands of hair that fell across his forehead and framed his handsome face and a strong, toned body would turn the head of any female. The charm that hovered in the small smile on his lips entranced her. His name was Aaron, and he was one of the elder vampires. He took a step closer. “Elina, I have come for you.” He was just so beautiful… His eyes looked so deeply into hers and…

A flash of fur blurred across her vision so quickly that she had no time to react before she was forcefully thrown to the ground. The werewolf launches himself over her and quickly engages with Aaron, who lets out an inhuman growl before making a retreat as quickly as possible. Whether it was because he had not fed recently or just did not feel like messing with a Lycan on this night she wasn’t sure, but she watched with a small feeling of relief as the vampire makes a hasty retreat. It had been close. He had almost been able to entrance her into letting him take a bite. But her trouble wasn’t over on this night.

The wolf watched her.

He was huge, easily towering around seven feet when he stood on his hind legs. His eyes glowed in the darkness, a pair of yellow orbs that did not sway from her direction. Normally, they let her move among them without mishap. But this werewolf watched her so intently she began to grow nervous. He had to have been the one that had been stalking her. Did he not know who she was? Or did he know exactly who she was and decided that she was a prize catch? He suddenly began to walk towards her.

“Please, I’ll just go home.” The words were urgent, but quietly spoken from her cherry red lips so as not to alarm the feral beast. She scrambled backwards across the ground, letting out a grunt when she backs into a tree. The wolf was only a few steps away from her now. She can smell the scent of outdoors, sweat and testosterone from him. Elina had gotten to her feet then, shimmying up the trunk of the tree to right herself. She tries to turn and run.

A large paw quickly grasps her around the waist and slings her back against the tree. She cries out as she hits against it, closing her eyes so she does not have to look at the teeth that are surely about to close onto her face. She can feel the warmth of his breath as it slides across her skin. His large body towers over hers, huddles closer so that she has no where to go.

When she feels the gentlest touch on her jaw she nearly jerks out of her skin, but it causes her to open her eyes. He was even bigger than she imagined. The dark brown fur that covered him was long and silky. His eyes were still an unnerving yellow, and his teeth still glinted in the pale moonlight. But the paw that brushed across her cheek was gentle. A caress. Her eyes roam down across the large body and she cannot help but notice the sheathed cock in front of her. The smallest pink tip had emerged. A sign that he was starting to be excited?

They stood there, silently examining the other. He stood in front of her as a human wood, but close enough that she has no hope of slipping away. And it would be he that finally made a move. His claws turned toward her. Her terrified cry echoed off of the surrounding trees as he suddenly slashed. Yet she is surprised to find that she had not been injured. Her shirt was in shreds, but her skin had not been marred. She drags in a few deep breaths, looking down at the tattered remains of her fabric and seeing her breasts rise with each inhale. The wolf had been watching as well.

One paw comes up and cups her right breast through the shreds of her shirt. His head leans down, pausing as if he is simply examining her. Then a warm wet tongue slides across her nipple that had been revealed in the ripping of her shirt. She gasps, starting to try and squirm away from him. He will have none of that.

The powerful werewolf lifts her up the trunk of the tree. Her feet dangle above the ground and he presses his body against her to keep her there, one arm supporting her while the other paw like hand still clings to her breast. He growls at her, warning her not to try that again. Then he turns back to her breast and lays his tongue across the throbbing nipple again. She arches her back, whimpering because it is such a violation… gasping because it feels so damn good.

Not satisfied with merely a ripped shirt, the werewolf leans back and allows her to fall back to the ground. She isn’t given time to move before he begins jerking at the fabric of her clothes. Fearing that he is going to destroy them all, she holds up her hand. “No! Here, I’ll do it.” And while the beast watches her intently, she slowly slides all of her clothes off, shivering as the night air touches her.

He is on her instantly. Her back is pushed against the rough bark of the tree once more as his tongue explores across both of her breasts. His large hands hold her in place around her waist, flexing against her skin as his warm mouth explores her. She whimpers, trying to just not move. But her nipples soon begin to throb with pleasure having been hard since he had first torn her shirt. They begged so much for his touch that soon it is soft moans of pleasure that flood across her lips.

His grip changes, lifting her up again. Just as she settles against the trunk of the tree, she feels his nose touch on her mound. She cries out then, jerking to pull away. He growls deeply, one hand pushing her chin backward so that her head is pinned on the tree. He lifts one of her legs and puts it over his shoulder so she is supported. Holding her legs apart, he leans in again and inhales her scent. She cant help but wiggle anxiously.

Then his tongue sweeps across her.

She almost instantly explodes. His hand leaves her chin so that he can grasp her ass, lifting her sweet cunt to his mouth. His tongue sweeps across her again, then dives inside. Deep, thrusting licks that make her completely mindless to anything except the pleasure. “Oh God…” She quickly climaxes, jerking and crying out into the night as deep waves of pleasure flood through her. He licks her juices quickly, letting out a sound that she could swear was a moan of his own.

He seems to give her a moment to recover before he adjusts her lower down on the tree. Her legs come around his waist. The silky fur coat brushes against her body. It was like being surrounded by velvet. And she suddenly realizes that his pink cock is at the opening of her pussy.

Before she can utter a word, he thrusts inside of her. The smooth cock was firm and wide, and it filled her instantly. She does not even pretend to protest, only throwing her head back and moaning in pleasure. His big powerful body pressed against hers as his hips begin to thrust in her with such feral abandon. No man could ever fuck her with this much power, with this animalistic drive.

His cock thickened as he fucked her. It was so hard, grinding against her tender flesh. “Ahh fuck. God.. harder! Fuck me harder!” The wolf growls deeply, adjusting her slightly and grabbing her leg, and begins to slam inside of her even harder. His cock was huge now, the biggest she had ever had inside of her. Already she was stretched beyond any limit she thought she could handle. Then she felt a hard knot slamming against her with each thrust.

Her beautiful eyes widen. He meant to knot her. She quickly begins to shake her head, and shoves at his chest, trying to get him to stop. He growls again, pinning her more roughly. He grabs both of her legs and opens them as wide as he can get them. He gives one more powerful thrust, and his knot slams inside of her…

She cries out, the pain making her dizzy for a moment before sweet pleasure took over. He thrusts a few more times, the knot barely moving inside of her before she can feel hot semen filling her up. She cums hard, screaming and convulsing against him as his seed spills out of her soaked pussy and drips down. He stays still inside of her until he has reduced enough to pull out of her easily. Then he lifts her hips again and begins licking both of their juices from her throbbing wet pussy. Each lick sends jolts of pleasure through her body, and by the time he has finished she has had another small climax.

Exhausted, she sinks back to the ground when he lets her go. The Lycan gazes at her briefly before picking her up and bundling her up against his warm chest. She dozes off to sleep in his burly arms as he turns heads toward his lair.

wow that was a really good start. It was really good.
any chance of more?

That story was beautifully written and I do hope to read more! A 10 for you.

Excellent :heart: :heart: :heart:

awsome story! maybe more? ^_^

I love this story!
You have a real talent but.... we want more now :P

Moved to proper section.

Oh yes a very good little fantasy. Keep up the good work.

rarley do i see such beauty in a such. i had a hard on ever since he ripped her shirt. PLZ continue.

Great story! Absolutly loved it but I'm sure you could expect that ^_^

Could totaly see myself as the werewolf in that story

Ohhh please say you will do more... I loved this.

I forgot to breath while i was readin.. :lol:


id give you a 10 if i could..

I love werewolf stories. Continue Please!

great story! I hope there is more to come.

Please do continue, I definitely would love to read more.A definite 10! :P

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i luv the story too, i have to read the rest of your story too.
i gave you a 10 for this one, now i shall read of you and the wolf!! :rock: :devil2: :beer: