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Lucas Bane was standing at her front door, holding the pizza, with such a look of self loathing on his face it caught Micah by surprise. He wouldn’t even look at her, eyes on the statue of Buddha beside the door. The pizza shop shirt was garish, red and blue, and he was wearing a matching cap, pressing down his wild blonde hair. Last time she'd seen him, he'd been as thin as a greyhound. However even though he still had the same unfashionably geeky glasses, he'd filled out.
"That'll be thirteen ninety, miss," he said it as one long word.
She tilted her head. "Um, it's me, Micah? We were in the same homeroom in high school for five years, Lucas."
His gaze flicked up to hers with something like loathing, before returning to Buddha. It stunned her a moment, then she realised he was embarrassed. Embarrassed to be delivering pizza at twenty three. Embarrassed to be delivering it to her.
"Yeah, I remember,” he said gruffly.
She handed him a twenty, then held up her hand when he dug for change. "It's okay."
"Is that the pizza?" Sherry bounced to the door in a camisole and panties, frizzy hair in a golden halo around her.
"Sherry! Your neighbours are going to see!" Micah chided.
"Good for them." Sherry took the pizzas and Lucas was only just quick enough to snatch the twenty off the top of the box.
"Oh my god, Lukey?" Sherry recognised him suddenly and laughed. "I haven't seen you since graduation! Oh, oh, do you remember that day Mrs Harris took your notebook off you and showed the whole class you had written Mrs Micah Bane in a love heart in the back?"
Lucas flushed, jaw jutting in anger and humiliation. He turned on his heel, stomping back down the path to his car.
"Sherry! That was mean!" Micah chided.
Sherry shut the door, shaking with silent laugher. "Did you see his face? Did you see his face? That was amazing."
"It was not," Micah grumbled. "There was nothing funny about Mrs Harris doing it either. Old harpy bitch."
She watched Lucas drive away through the window, too fast for the quiet suburban street. His crush on her in high school had been pretty obvious. He'd been nerdy and his clothes were all from good-will and even at twelve he'd been unreasonably tall. He always stood hunched, as if if he could just be small enough, the other boys would leave him alone.
It was a shame. With better glasses, better posture, better clothes, he could have been cute. He had an amazing smile... but he'd never smiled. He'd just slunk around, trying to avoid the bullies, be they teacher or student, and rarely succeeding.
Micah had always been popular. Her parents had money. She was pretty and well spoken, she got good grades easily and athletics had been as natural to her as breathing. Looking back, she realised that while she'd never been mean to Lucas, she probably should have been nicer. When you were a teenager, ignoring someone had seemed like enough of a kindness.
"It was years ago," Sherry said dismissively. "He's over it."
"How do you know?"
They made their way back to the living room where Ella and Bianca were comparing yoga poses. Ella's expansive baby bump wasn't hindering her flexibility and she was easily putting the rest of them to shame.
"Know what?" she asked.
"That Lucas Bane is over all the bullying he suffered through in high school," Micah said.
"Who?" Bianca asked.
"Blonde hair, glasses, thin," Sherry reminded her. "He just delivered this pizza."
"Oh, ew," Ella said. "Sure he didn't wank off on it?"
"You'd eat it anyway, you fat bitch," Micah said with a laugh.
"Damn straight. I'll pretend its mayo. Oh, do we have mayo?"
"You are not putting mayo on a pizza," Bianca said. "Are you pregnant with a baby or a tapeworm?"
"Maybe it’s a monster baby," Ella teased. "And it will be born with a taste for blood and my motherly instincts will cause me to slowly sacrifice you all to its horrible appetite."
Micah chuckled and handed out plates and napkins, settling on the couch. They were forgoing alcohol tonight in a show of solidarity, though Bianca had made a bit of a scene about it. Micah didn't mind so much. She liked a wine when they were out somewhere nice and would still get a white Russian at a bar or nightclub, but she was more than ready to put the days of heavy high school drinking behind her. She'd never been that into it to begin with.
The four of them stretched out with their pizza and juices, Sherry popping in the first of their horror movie line up for the night. They took turns picking the movies. This week it had been Ella, so it was older classics. Humanoids From The Deep and Xtro, both 'so bad they're good' 80's monster movies with equally perverted themes. Both, in true Ella style, were about women being impregnated with monsters.
After just about all the naked, screaming women Micah could handle, and a whole lot of laughing and jokes, they started to pack up.
"Do you want a lift?" Bianca asked Micah. "I'm driving Ella anyway. It’s pretty late."
Micah checked her phone. 11pm. That was pretty late, but there was a jogging trail at the end of the street that went straight up into the trees, along the ridge and came down along Micah's back fence. It was a twenty minute walk, but she didn't feel like walking. She felt like going for a run to shake off some of the pizza grease and lounging around.
"It’s okay, I'll walk it," she said with a grin.
Ella frowned. "You sure?"
"No one else is going to be on the trail at this time of night. Not even serial killers," Micah said.
"Yeah, what if you trip and roll your ankle?" Shelly said.
Micah grinned. "I'll call you. Or an ambulance. Or my parents."
"SMS me when you get home then, okay?" Ella said. "I mean it, or I'll call the police."
"Sure," Micah kissed her on the cheek, then hugged the other girls. It took them another ten minutes of goodbyes and stroking Ella's belly before the other two were in the car. Then Shelly waved to Micah to, hugging herself against the evening chill.
Micah pulled on a light jacket, but she knew moving would warm her up faster than clothes and she set off at an easy trot, making for the trail. It was just dirt, but it was wide and clearly marked. No risk of getting turned around in the trees. Still, as the pines closed around her, it was much darker than Micah had anticipated.
Here and there the canopy opened up for picnic spots on council maintained lawns and BBQs and white moonlight pooled between the tree trunks. However there was several times Micah had to slow to a walk, to avoid losing the trail or just running into trees.
Maybe she should have gotten a lift. At the house, in the light, it had seemed like a perfectly safe idea. But out here in the darkness, in the cold, she wasn’t sure anymore. Someone could be a few feet away behind a tree and she’d never know. Maybe not even a person. Maybe a cougar or a bear.
She stopped, breath pooling white in the air before her, ghostly in the moonlight. She pulled out her phone, deciding she could walk slowly and use it as a torch. She would freeze, but at least she would be able to see what was in front of her.
Movement in the corner of her eye made her twist around with a gasp. There was something down the hill, moving through the trees. It was large and pale. A horse? Had someone’s horse escaped?
She took a few puzzled steps toward it, off the trail. It stopped, head tilting toward her and she saw two huge flashing eyes. Forward facing eyes. Definitely not a horse. She realised with a start, it was a dog. Or... it sort of looked like a dog. A huge dog. Only, the proportions had to be wrong somehow. Were the trees much smaller than they looked?
Micah swallowed, taking a few shuffling steps back until she was in the middle of the path. Should she call it? Whistle? Maybe it was friendly. It was just a dog, after all.
Then she heard it growl. A deep, hot throbbing sound. Rolling, vibrating in her ears, even at a distance. Raw, hot savagery. Her heart started to pound. No way she could outrun a dog, could she? She had a head start. Maybe it had killed a rabbit and was just defending its dinner. Maybe if she got far enough, fast enough, she could escape it.
The growl faded away and the entire forest was silent. Not even the trees were moving. The only thing Micah could hear was her own frantic breathing. Then the dog started to stalk toward her. Micah’s nerve snapped. She broke into a sprint, sneakers pounding the dirt as she tore through the darkness.
Her phone fell out of her pocket. She heard it tumbler and skidded to a halt, then saw the dog rushing through the darkness toward her, all teeth and glowing eyes. She shrieked, forgetting the phone. Even if she made a call, no one would ever reach her in time. If she didn’t get to safely, there would be no rescue.
Her heart was hammering, her chest aching. Micah had done track in high school and still jogged regularly, but she couldn’t remember the last time she’d been in a dead sprint. She didn’t know how long she could keep it up. She just had to get to her back gate. To her back door. It was only a few miles tops. She could do it.
But there weren’t any houses through the trees. Where she should have been able to see the lights of suburbia, running parallel to the path, there was only more darkness. She was too breathless to sob, but as the miles slowly rolled by under her with no signs of human habitation, she realised she had made a terrible mistake. The path was getting rougher. The trail was slanting up the mountain, not down.
She stumbled as the realisation hit, grabbing the nearest trunk to hold herself steady and missing. She sprawled onto the muddy trail, belly first. The muscles in her legs were screaming. Every breath hurt as she gasped for air. Terrified, she looked back and saw the creature closing in on her, easily. Much more visible now it was on the open trail in the moonlight.
She realised now it was too big to be a dog. It was as big as a small pony with shimmering gold fur and grey-blue eyes that looked almost white in the darkness. Its proportions were wrong too. It’s back sloped, its front legs too long, and instead of dog-paws it had monstrous claws—like human hands, but furry and tipped with long, hooked black nails. Its hind legs were bunched and misshapen, like dog legs pulled long, almost human. Its head, however, was not human at all, but that of a wolf. Long, ivory teeth and a lolling tongue, sharply pointed-canid ears.
He padded toward her, not rushed but unerringly confident. Twice her size, twice her weight and, she guessed, eight or nine times her speed. There was no need for him to run, even at her fastest sprint, she couldn't outpace him.
She squeezed her eyes closed, breath coming in hot, frightened gasps. She was going to die here. Mauled to death by some golden mutant dog and she was completely helpless.
He stopped a few meters away and sat back on his haunches. His belly was thick with dense white fur, but she saw it then—arcing out of his coat like another limb. Fat, thick and vividly red—this mutant monster, whatever it was, was erect. A good thirteen inches of fat, slick skin. Tapered at the tip and swollen through the middle, constricting again before it reached a fat round ball nestled in his fur. Under it, soft and downy with golden pelt, were testicles the size of eggs.
Just for a moment, she was too confused to be scared. Did it think she was a female? Had it confused her for a mate? Was this cryptozoological nightmare simply looking for one of its own kind?
Realisation hit her like a kick to the gut. It wasn't going to kill her. Or maybe it was. Maybe it would rip her open with those massive wolf-teeth, tearing out her jugular and lapping up her blood. But first.... first it was going to fuck her.
It was going to slide that fat, red cock inside her and pound away until it was sated.
"No," she moaned. She found a second wind and scrambled to her hands and feet, started clawing her way forward, through the mud. He rose to all fours again, padding after her. She was dragging herself as fast as she could, but it genuinely seemed to be moving uncomfortably slow. Patient, almost, as if she were some toddling youngster.
"Get away from me!" she yelled, voice shrill. "Help!"
She called louder and louder. No one could hear her, she knew that. She gave up forming words, just screaming, hysterical. She found her feet and gathered herself on her toes, launching forward at a sprint. Her knee burned, grazed under her jeans.
The beast kept pace with her, not trying to knock her down, just loping along as if they were going for a run together. Her in a dead-sprint, exhausted and desperate, it ambling along at a casual jog.
The path twisted in the darkness and she ran into low twigs and bashed through leaves. Rocks tripped her and she stumbled and caught her balance over and over. Her lungs were burning, her eyes streaming with tears. She could see light ahead and she burst out into a broad grassy paddock. Below them, the city was laid out in twinkling lights. Ten, perhaps more like twenty miles away. She was even further from town than she'd guessed.
Her lungs gave out and she sunk down to her knees, panting too hard to cry anymore, her skin prickling cold with sweat. The monster walked over to join her, sitting nearby, erection still turgid between his legs. He sniffed the air, nose twitching toward her, and she shuddered then gagged crawling a few feet away then curling up in a ball on the grass.
Calmly, it shuffled toward her. She tried to scramble away, but this time he put one huge, flat hand in the middle of her back, pinning her belly down against the dirt.
"Get off me!” she shrieked, but he was much stronger than her. Much stronger than she had even imagined. She could feel the tight control in his movements. The concerted effort he was putting into not shattering her ribcage.
Through her shirt, she felt his breath on her back. His teeth closed around her belt and he pulled, the sharp motion yanking her hips upward and she gave a squeak of protest—almost winded by the force of it. He worked his jaw between her jeans and the belt and then with a grinding of his teeth, and the leather gave with a snap. His claws hooked on her jeans—there was another pull, another yank, and she felt the fabric tear, spine to groin, exposing her panties to the cool evening air.
She sobbed, pleading wordlessly. There was a brief, sharp pain across her hips as her underwear were ripped away, shredded as if they were paper. The cool night air caressed her skin. She felt the chill kiss of it on her labia, then it was replaced with a hot gust of monster breath.
She could hear his deep inhalations. His nose only millimetres form her skin. She felt his whiskers graze her pubic hair—growing in after her salon last wax.
"Please," she whispered. She tried to push herself up with her hands, but he pressed her back down, crushing her breasts into the dirt. She whimpered and stilled. He could kill her. He could rip her in half like she was a breadstick. There was nothing she could do.
His tongue flicked out, caressing her butt cheek. His tongue was hot and almost dry. She gasped, trembling. He licked her again, and then again, with a little more confidence. His exploration moved closer to the cleft. Then his tongue flicked across her asshole and she flinched, cheeks clenching in white hot terror.
He growled, low in his throat. For a second, her heart stopped and she braced for his teeth to sink into the back of her head, ripping it clean off her shoulders. She forced herself to take a deep breath. Release it. Breathe in again. She unclenched her ass and instantly his tongue was there again, swishing through her crack, dancing across her asshole. It tickled, her sphincter clenched. She'd never been rimmed before. She'd always just assumed it was gross, but if it weren't for the blinding, mind numbing terror, it would have been good. She gasped, her ass puckering, her ass cheeks jiggling, as he worked her with increasing enthusiasm.
His tongue dipped lower, the tip flicking across her labia. She gasped again, heat flaring through her hips.
"No," she said, but a whisper now. He paused, just a moment, as if considering her. Then he started to lick again. Longer, firmer. His tongue was so huge. Every stroke worked her from clit to asshole and she could feel her lips starting to part and swell. Humiliated tears welled in the corner of her eyes. Every stroke was drawing a breathy whimper out of her. Every caress of her clit was sending a hot stab of pleasure into her belly. Against her shirt, her nipples were hard—rubbing painfully against the fabric and the ground below.
He pressed his wet dog-like nose against her asshole and his tongue forced itself between her lips and inside her. She gave a yelp—not of pain but of surprise—feeling it deep inside her vagina. Burrowing deeper, so long the tip flicked her cervix, drawing her slick moisture out as he withdrew, only to plunge into her again. He was fucking her with his tongue.
Laying on her belly, she couldn't thrust, but her hips bucked all the same—completely involuntary jerks of pleasure, while tears rolled down her cheeks.
"No, stop," she begged. Her clit ached with urgent need, but his tongue was occupied with her depths. She shuddered and thrashed, caught between horror and her rising need for release.
He withdraw from her and she sobbed, hips flexing with need, trying to bring her knees together to hide her humiliation. He held her legs apart easily, then he bowed his head again, only this time his tongue pressed against the puckered, virgin hole of her ass.
"No," panic rose in her. "Not that. No. No. Ahhh!"
His tongue pressed, unrelenting against the door of her closed sphincter. Slick with her juice and much stronger than she was, it burrowed inside. Millimetre by millimetre at first, then the muscles gave and she screamed again as his tongue sunk into her asshole several inches.
"No. Please, I’ve never...!" she begged.
He penetrated deeper. Pain flared and she could feel her muscles clenching uselessly against him. It hurt and still he filled her further. Then he withdrew and she gasped for breath, twitching, spasming, achingly grateful until he pushed back in, licking out her asshole as he had her vagina.
She went slack, breathing hard, and his tongue penetrated and withdrew easier. More smoothly. Steadily. In and out. In and out. There was no pain now. Heat started to bloom again and she squirmed. Her clit was throbbing, hard with need.
She’d never had anything in her ass before. Ex boyfriends had wanted to, but she’d always refused. She’d offered to peg them, if that’s what they wanted. None of them did. So why then, she had argued, should she let them do it to her? But god it was good. Like the first time she’d relieved oral. A whole new sensation, completely blowing her mind.
Her panting changed intensity. She was going to cum. She was going to climax with a wolf-monster's tongue buried in her asshole.
"Please-please-please," she gasped.
His tongue withdrew from her ass, swiping her clit to anus again, forceful and with purpose. She climaxed hard, giving breathy animal cries that were half sobs, every caress of his tongue making her spasm again. She lost count of how many times: a dozen or more. She lost all control, riding out the waves of pleasure, her nails digging into the damp soil.
She was panting, skin prickling with sweat, heart pounding so hard it was loud in her ears. She swallowed, mouth dry. She had to get away, but she didn’t even think she could stand—let alone run.
She looked over her shoulder at him, but all she could see was his erect cock—vibrant red and slick with its own moisture. It had to be a full thirteen inches and with a knot at the end the size of a fist. She couldn’t take that. If the idea of being fucked by an animal wasn’t bad enough, his size would split her in half. She had to make him cum. She had to find some way to completely drain him dry without him mounting her.
The pressure of his paw on her back had lessened and she forced herself into a push up, pulling one knee after another under herself so she was on all fours. He didn’t push her back down and with halting, frightened movements she crawled toward him. He smelled like wild animal, her sex and, bizarrely, some kind of aftershave or shampoo. It was almost familiar.
She reached out trembling fingers to stroke the golden fur of his belly. He twitched and she flinched, but he didn’t attack her. She drew her fingers down toward his shaft, frightened, desperate, but seeing no other choice. If she could make him cum, he wouldn't fuck her. He was just an animal. All he needed was release and he would go.
She tried to forget that documentary she'd seen about lions. And how the males could mate with the females hundreds of times a day. She took a deep breath. Another. Then she leaned forward and licked the pointed shaft of his cock.
It was salty and animal. She gagged, tears rolling down her cheeks, her insides still clenching and pulsing from her own orgasm. She licked him again and he gave a soft whine, like a murmur. Was it encouragement? Slowly, she took his cock deeper past her lips, letting it side over her tongue, filling her mouth. It was so big. The middle swelled outwards, almost as big as a fist.
Micah had always been good at giving head. Her ex boyfriends all agreed she had unique skill for deep-throating and a tongue that just didn’t quit. None of them had ever been this big though, not even close. She flicked her tongue up the shaft and felt him fatten even further in her mouth. Even when she took all of him that she could into her throat, it was only about half of his length, her jaw stretched to capacity over the thick bulge in the middle. She didn’t want to do this, but at the same time, she knew this had to be the best blow job she’d given in her life.
She pulled back, teasing his fluffy balls with her fingers as she licked the full length of the pink shaft, tongue flicking and swirling, then she took as much of it into her mouth as she could. The tip was dribbling precum, hot and slick,it smeared across her chin and tongue, coating the roof of her mouth.
The creature groaned, one paw on her back, claws bunching the fabric of her shirt reflexively. She gave a little gasp, afraid he would snag her skin and cut her, but he didn’t and a slight growl warned her not to stop.
She started working him more earnestly, falling into a rhythm. Fingers massaging his testicles gently, sucking him deep then pulling back to lick and suck the length of the shaft. The precum was getting thicker and more copious. His breath was getting quicker, becoming a dog-like pant. The knot at the base of the shaft was swollen and red, so hot she could feel it radiating on her face.
He was going to cum. She was going to have to swallow it, but hopefully then the creature would be sated and she could escape. She wouldn’t have to take this giant cock in her tight little pussy. Sucking off a monster was horrific, but at least it wasn’t being fucked by one. He was so powerful, she wasn’t sure she would survive it.
He leaned over her, licking her back as she licked his cock, his broad, flat tongue worked down her spine, finding her asshole again. Her butt cheeks trembled, she was still wet from before, she could feel her own juices, slick on her thighs.
She just had to wait another minute. Another minute and he would climax. This would all be over.
He pulled away from her without warning and she flinched, afraid she had been too rough with her hands or grazed him with her teeth. He growled softly and she shrunk away from him, but he pulled her closer with one huge paw.
“Please,” she said.
He growled again, forcing her to turn so she was on all fours, her butt against his soft belly.
“No!” she tried to crawl away from him, but he was much too strong. “No, please, you’re too big.”
Why was she begging an animal? Could he even understand her? He leaned low, his chest across her back and she could smell it again, the scent of human aftershave, tangled with the wet forest smell of his fur.
His cock slid across her back and buttocks. The precum made it slick. It was much hotter than her, a hard, hot, slick shaft against her trembling skin.
“Please,” she tried again. “Please, I’ll blow you. I’ll suck every drop out of you. You’re too big to fuck me.”
His cock slipped down, between her legs. She wriggled, but he held her in place as the tip slid across her lips—hot, both of them wet with their own fluids. He found her opening and she felt her opening spreading as the pointed tip eased into her. She braced, expecting him to thrust home, but when she tensed he stopped and growled.
She started to sob, head down and he licked the back of her throat. Slowly, he started to push into her. He was so big, huge, and it hurt. She cried out, jerking, struggling. He held her in place, slow, but relentless. She had to relax. Had to, or she was going to be hurt. Her only option was to let it happen.
She forced her body to unclench and he instantly slid in another few inches. His cock was inside her, maybe seven inches of it, hot and throbbing. If not for her earlier orgasm and his pre cum, it would have hurt a lot more, but now she wasn’t clenching, he was sliding it, inch by inch, filling her body, bigger and fuller than anything she’d ever had before.
When she didn’t think she could take anymore, he stopped and for a moment they both just panted, both on all fours, his chest against her back, then slowly he pulled back, until only a few inches of him were inside her, she groaned, then cried out as he thrust.
“Please don’t, please,” she begged, but he ignored her, pulling back, thrusting in once more. Slow, not rough, but deep, as deep as she could take him. She braced herself on the dirt as he found his rhythm, in and out, just a few millimetres deeper every time as she became more aroused, getting wetter, opening up to him more and more.
She moaned, breathing harder, hips tilted back, involuntarily pushing back to meet him with every thrust. He balanced on one arm a moment, claw hooking her shirt and bra. They tore off her like paper, leaving her chest and belly naked. She gave a little yelp of surprise. He pushed his head against hers, neck bent so his long, hot tongue could snake down and flick across her exposed nipple.
She groaned, her nipples hard as pebbles, sensation shooting from her breast to her groin. She didn’t know how much longer she could hold out before she climaxed again. He was in her so deep now, the huge knot at the base of his shaft was bumping against her ass and thighs.
She’d never been fucked like this before. She was cumming again, hard, crying out as her muscles contracted, spine arching in helpless pleasurable abandon. He gave an abrupt snarl, slamming her deep, his own climax overtaking him. She could feel his semen inside her, hot and copious. Dribbling down her legs and splattering across the muddy ground.
He withdrew and it was as if his cock had been the only thing keeping her up. Legs trembling, inside throbbing with aftershocks, she collapsed onto the ground. She couldn’t stand, not even if she wanted to.
The massive canid watched her for a moment, then stood up on his hind legs, scooping her up in his arms. His fur was soft and again she caught the scent of aftershave. Where had she smelled it before? She could feel the flex of his muscles as he walked, like corded steel under the silky fluff of his pelt.
The adrenaline rush started to fade and she could feel herself crashing out, only vaguely aware of the darkness all around them. The forest getting older and denser as they followed a secret path further and further up the mountain. She didn’t know where they were going, but she couldn’t muster the energy to care. She couldn’t escape him. He was too fast and strong. There was simply no hope. All she could do was let him carry her away and pray that this time he wasn’t going to eat her.
She wasn’t sure how long they walked. She dozed in and out of sleep, so it could have been half an hour, or most of the night. She couldn’t see much, the darkness was thick all around him. The only measure of distance she had was the steady beat of his feet as he walked.
She groaned as he lowered her to the ground. Her muscles were stiff and didn’t want to support her. He held her back and she had to brace her hands on his side to keep herself upright as he opened the steel door.
Door?
She looked around in a panic and saw they had reached some sort of concrete bunker. The walls were thick and the narrow windows were barred with iron. Unthinking, she turned to run but he grabbed her around the middle, hauling her inside the dark building and slamming the door, trapping them both inside.
He dropped her and her knees didn’t hold. She collapsed onto the clean concrete floor and crawled away from him, only to bump her head against the wall in the darkness. He flipped a switch and lights flared on. Florescent tubing behind cages on the ceiling.
The room wasn’t huge—about the size of a large hotel room. It was all concrete, concrete walls, concrete floor, concrete ceiling, but it was clean. There was a king sized bed with satin sheets, a huge bath, a toilet, a shower, a sink and a fridge. Industrial, stainless steel counters were on one wall.
She stared, dumbfounded.
“Where are we?” she asked, voice raspy.
He growled and pointed to the bed.
Slowly, finding her fear once more, she crawled across the floor and pulled herself up onto the bed. He stood watching her, eyes sweeping over her half-naked form, clothes just tattered shreds, barely hanging off her.
He growled again, in warning, then padded to the door. She thought about trying to run past him, but he could see from the way he was watching her he was ready for that, and she was certain he would punish her. She stayed put as he slipped out, but the moment the door closed, she raced over, trying the handle and pounding on the inside.
It was locked and too solid for her to contemplate kicking it down. She’d just break her leg. She could break every bone in her body throwing herself against it and she’d never made a dent.
She checked the taps, all working. The toilet flushed. The fridge was stocked with food, but no cutlery. No plates. No cups. Nothing she could turn into a weapon. The base of the bed was solid too. She thought about trying to tear the mattress open, perhaps arm herself with one of the metal springs. Then she imagined herself attacking the monster wolf with a bed-spring and started to laugh. Then she started to cry.
She pulled herself up into the middle of the bed again, wrapping the blankets around her and sobbing. She didn’t know when, but at some point before the dawn, she fell asleep.
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Micah woke to birdsong and sunlight streaming through the windows. The air was fresh and cold. When she looked outside, she could see hazy mist starting to dissolve in the cooler, darker places under the trees. There was no sign of houses. No sign of trails. No sign of any other humans at all.
Muscles aching, she used the toilet and then showered, rising off the mud and dried semen that seemed to coat every inch of her. Her clothes were too torn to salvage, so she left them in a ball in the corner of the room, wrapping herself in a satin sheet, like it was a toga.
With nothing else to do, she opened the fridge. She drank a strawberry yogurt from the package and ate an apple and to bananas. There was bread, but without a toaster or plate, she didn’t think it was a practical breakfast solution. But she needed to eat. She needed to keep her strength up, so she could run if and when she had the chance.
It didn’t make any sense. None of this made any sense. Why had the monster kidnapped her? What was it? The fact it had locked her in here meant she had to have been wrong earlier, when she assumed it was just a savage animal. But could it understand English? Had it understood her, when she was begging it not to fuck her? Why was it keeping her as a prisoner?
The possibilities were... hardly limitless. She had food, comforts and one of the biggest beds she’d ever seen. Perhaps it planned to kill her, more the more likely scenario was that it intended to fuck her again. Maybe again and again and again.
What even was it? It wasn’t a bigfoot. It looked like a dog. She had thought it was a dog, at first. If she’d seen it in a horror movie, she would have assumed it was a werewolf, but that was insane.
Werewolves weren’t real. No matter what it looked like, that was just insane. Werewolves weren’t real.
She heard the crunch of footsteps outside. Not the canid pad of paws. Boots!
She ran to the window.
“Hello?! Hello! Can you hear me? I’m trapped in here! Help me!”
A man stepped into view around the side of the building. Blonde hair, lean muscles on his shirtless torso. Lucas Bane. She was so shocked, for a moment, she couldn’t speak. What was he doing all the way out here? She’d expected a hiker, but he was wearing jeans and bare feet. No way he could have gotten this far out with bare feet.
“Lucas!” she stuttered. “Please, you have to help me! There’s a monster out here, you have to get me out of here.”
“Monster?” he arched an eyebrow, stepping closer to the window. The smell of his aftershave washed over her and she froze.
“Oh my god. It’s you...” she stepped back. “W-what are you?”
“You love those all horror movies, Micah,” he held the bars, looking in at her. “I’d have thought you would work it out.”
“No...” she shook her head. “That’s... no.”
“You can say it.”
“No.”
“I’m a werewolf.”
“You can’t be a werewolf!”
He sneered. “Why? Because I’m a geek? A dork? A sad, skinny loser?”
“Because werewolves aren’t real,” she snapped.
“There’s a lot of things that people think aren’t real, until they have the proof. Giant squid were thought to be a myth for centuries. And let’s not forget everyone’s favourite myth, God. No proof of him. But so many believe anyway. Why are werewolves so different?”
“You’re an atheist werewolf?”
He arched an eyebrow. “Agonistic. Not really... the issue right now, Micah.”
“Why are you doing this to me?”
“I’ve been in love with you since primary school,” he said.
“And this is how you woo me?”
He scoffed. “I know you’d never give me the time of day, even if you didn’t know what I was. But now I need you.”
“You need me?” she was incredulous. “You don’t need to have sex with someone.”
“It’s not about the sex. Though the sex is nice,” he said. She snarled at him and he grinned. “Don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy it, Micah. How many times did you cum? On my tongue and on my cock. You were so wet, pushing back against me as I thrust into you. I wanted you for so long, but I never thought it would be that good.”
“I thought you said it wasn’t about sex?” she demanded, cheeks flaming with humiliation.
“It’s not. My pack is patriarchal. My grandfather was the alpha, but he died last year. I’ve gone through all the trials, won all my battles. I am the rightful alpha to take his place. But I have to have a mate. I have to have heirs.”
She pulled back, horrified. “No.”
“You’re ovulating, Micah. Today.”
“No.”
Her mind reeled, thinking back to her last period. She counted the days. She was pretty sure he was right. She wasn’t on birth control, she always used condoms. She was ovulating and he’d emptied enough semen into her last night to impregnate every woman in town.
“No, no, no,” she murmured.
He moved away from the window and she could hear him walking to the door. It opened, he slipped in and closed it again.
“Yes, Micah. And we’re not done. Lie down on the bed.”
“No.”
“I’m not going to ask you twice.”
“Make me!” she snarled.
“As you wish.”
He undid his belt and stepped out of his jeans, letting them fall to the floor. He had no boxers on and she could see his cock, already at half-mast. Even in human form it was bigger than a normal man’s. But he wasn’t staying in human form. His body bunched and rippled, sprouting fur, growing bigger, warping and shifting into the huge canid creature from the night before, right in front of her eyes.
He gestured to the bed again with one huge claw.
Micah wanted to refuse him, but she knew she couldn't outrun him. She knew he was stronger than she was. There was no way out, not right now. If she didn't do what he said, he'd just overpower her and force her to do it anyway.
Grudgingly, she crawled onto the bed. She glared at him a moment, then lay on her belly. Her toes facing him. She heard him move up behind her, felt his hot, wet breath on her ankles. Memories of yesterday came back vividly. The way he had worked her slit with his tongue, the way she had cried and orgasmed, shaking helplessly in the mud. The way he had filled her, hot and slick. Fucked her like she had never been fucked before, made her climax so hard she'd been unable to stand.
Already she was tingling in anticipation, knowing it was all going to happen again and there was nothing she could do to stop him. Only this time she could put a name and a face to the beast. It wasn’t just some animal, it was Lucas Bane. A man she had grown up around and known most of her life. Once just a dorky loser, but now she was helpless to do anything to stop him from doing whatever he liked to her.
And he knew exactly what that was going to be. He licked the back of her knees, unhurried, hot and wet tongue huge as it worked slowly up her thighs. One leg, then the other. She squirmed, already hot with anticipation of what was coming, wanting to both cuss him out and beg him to hurry up at the same time. She could sense his amusement, the way he was drawing it out, taking as long as possible just stroking her thighs with his tongue, letting her squirm.
She gasped as his nose delved between her legs and his tongue flicked across her quivering, swollen lips. He paused and she spread her legs further, ashamed at herself but desperate, needing more.
The second stroke of his tongue found her clit and she moaned. “Lucas.”
The encouragement spurred him on and he started to lick faster, clit to asshole and she squirmed and moaned and panted. She could feel the dense, soft fur of his ribs between her feet, the rolling, shifting muscles of his arms against her legs.
Werewolves, Lucas Bane, it was all so hard to believe. His tongue jabbed inside her, spreading her, preparing her for what was coming. That fat, red, slick monster cock. Her cries were getting louder; still, her orgasm came as a surprise. It exploded inside her, back arching, butt jiggling as she clutched at the silky bed sheets.
She was still throbbing, insides twitching with aftershock as he started to clamber onto the bed. He was going to fuck her. He was going to cum inside her again, fill her with seed, make her pregnant with his child... or children?
“No,” she tried to scramble away from him, but he flipped her onto her back, pinning her in place. Now she was looking up at him, the dense ruff of golden fur around his throat, his eyes, burning with need and annoyance.
Looking down between his arms, she could see his cock, thick and fat, throbbing red. The tapered tip, the fat middle and the fist-sized knot at the end. Already he was dribbling pre-cum from the tip, the slick substance dripping off the end onto the sheets. Seeing how much he wanted her was a surprise. He looked ready. Making her orgasm, maybe the smell of her, the sounds she had been making, had excited him to the brink of climax already.
Still she resisted him.
She couldn't let him come inside her. He had said she was ovulating and that would be about right, based on when she last had a period. He'd already come inside her once. the sheer volume of it overwhelming at the time. She didn't want to be pregnant! Least of all with werewolf babies. Least of all to Lucas Bane, even if he was a lot better looking now than he had been in high school. That really wasn't the point. He wanted her pregnant to secure some sort of political, leadership debate. With other werewolves. Not her people, not her problem.
Being the prisoner and sex toy of a crazed monster on the other hand...
“No, get off me,” she struggled, but he had her pinned in place effortlessly. He growled, his cock sliding against her thigh leaving a slick trail as he positioned himself. She went still, he was too big, too strong to resist. She didn’t want him thrusting into her while she was struggling. What if he entered the wrong hole?
The tapered head of his hot, throbbing erection pressed against her slit, already wet with her own slick juices. It slid in easily, though she could feel the ache of yesterdays bruises as he filled her, the fattening middle of his cock stretching her to her limit once more.
She groaned, her hips rising off the mattress to meet him. Her thighs and slit already sticky with his pre cum. The heat of him inside her was intense and she was certain she could feel his pre cum starting to spread inside her, adding to the fluids already there, providing even more lubrication. He eased his full length into her, slow, but deep. Insistent. Until she could feel the knot pressed against her outer labia. Her hips flexed, back arching, he was so big, filling her all the way to her cervix. He body throbbed around him, her clit tingling, the heat and sensation of him pressed against her inner walls making her need rise again.
“You bastard,” she moaned.
He huffed, she guessed amused, and tilted his head down, his tongue swiping over her breast. She shuddered and moaned, breasts bouncing, nipples hardening as he caressed them with the broad, flat swipes of his tongue.
He wasn’t moving; hips still, cock rock hard and deep inside her. She cursed to herself, wondering if he was going to make her do the work this time, fuck herself to another climax from under him. Her body was already aching for it again.
She rolled her hips, feeling his fat cock slid back a few inches, then in. His licking didn’t slow and she gasped, hips starting to thrust, finding her rhythm. She bent her knees, feet braced on the bed so she could lift herself easier, fucking his massive cock from her position on her back.
“I hate you, you asshole,” she breathed, breath coming faster. Her eyes closed, so she didn’t have to see the look of amusement on his lupine face. “You’re not going to get away with this.”
He started to press down, the fat ball of his knot pressing against her opening. His pressure was slow, steady and unyielding. She felt a moment of panic, it was too big, she couldn't take it.
"Stop! No, Lucas-!"
With no room to go deeper, the tip of his cock was pushing through her cervix, into her womb as her opening spread wider and wider over the bulbous knot. She writhed and cried out, she'd never felt anything like this before, a kind of fullness that she had never even imagined, her whole body arching, trying to take this impossible girth and length.
Right when she couldn't take anymore, she felt her body close over the knot and he was locked fast inside her, swollen throbbing and hot. He groaned, the sound reverberating through her body and she felt his cock twitch as he started to unleash his load. Squirt after squirt, deep into her womb.
She could feel every throb, the pulse of every heartbeat through his cock, her insides stretched to accommodate. She couldn't pull away. She couldn't do anything. He was inside her and he was cumming, buckets and buckets.
Helpless, she climaxed, her muscles contracting around him again and again. This only served to milk more semen out of him and into her and he groaned and panted, there orgasms feeding off one and over in a constant loop. Micah had never cum so hard or so many times, it seemed to go on for hours, though she guessed it was closer to twenty minutes. Her hips still bucking with involuntary spasms, her naked body slick with sweat, muscles screaming as her insides contracted again and again.
She was almost too exhausted to remember how to breathe when she felt him start to soften, the pressure inside her decreased and she felt a flood of semen across her asshole as the seal broke. His deflating cock slid out of her, but she was too fatigued to do anything but lie there, feeling it soak into the sheets under her.
He pulled away from her, rising to his feet and taking several deep breaths, eyes closed, as if he was dizzy. He transformed back into his human form and pulled on his clothes in silence. She knew she should try and escape, try and overpower him, but she couldn't even sit up, let alone stand and run.
He stopped in the doorway. “We’re going to keep doing this, Micah. Every day until you’re pregnant. Maybe even after then. You’re mine now.”
He closed the door behind him.