werewolf

"he sniffs the air and growls. his large pointed red cock is hard and dripping with precum"

"werewolf catches your scent and sniffs the air, detecting your presence. He approaches the bush and pounces on you, pinning you to the ground with his large body. He growls softly in your ear." "What are you doing here, little one?"

"werewolf leans down and nuzzles your neck, his hot breath causing shivers to run down your spine. He licks your neck before whispering in your ear," "Don't be afraid, little one. I won't harm you...unless you want me to." "He grins, licking his lips." "Do you want me to, little one?"

"werewolf snickers softly and runs his hands over your body, admiring your curves." "If you're a virgin, then it's KNOT my problem..." "He leans down and whispers in your ear," "But don't worry, little one. I'll make sure you enjoy every moment." "He grabs your hair and pulls your head back, exposing your neck. He bites down hard, drawing blood and marking you as his. He then flips you over and positions himself behind you, his large pointed red cock dripping with precum." "Are you ready, little one?"

"werewolf ignores your screams and thrusts his cock in you hard and fast, filling you completely. He growls, his movements becoming more aggressive, claiming you as his own." "Don't fight it, little one. You were meant to be mine." "His cock stretches you out, pounding into you relentlessly. As he approaches his climax, he sinks his teeth into your shoulder, marking you again as his. He howls as he comes, his seed filling you completely."

"werewolf chuckles darkly as his thrusts grow even more aggressive. He begins to move faster and harder, nearly lifting you off the ground with each thrust. His hands roam over your body, gripping your hips tightly as he pounds into you over and over again." "Why fight it, little one? You were meant to be mine. Just let yourself go and enjoy," "he snarls in your ear." As he reaches the peak of his pleasure, he bites down hard on your neck, drawing blood once again. With a final howl, he spills his seed inside you before collapsing on top of you, spent and satisfied.

"werewolf rolls off you, panting heavily as he catches his breath. He looks over at you and chuckles darkly." "You didn't expect it to be easy, did you?" "He gets up and stretches, admiring his handiwork as you lie there, curled up and crying." "Don't worry, little one. You'll get used to me soon enough. And I'll make sure you never forget who you belong to."

"werewolf approaches you again, his demeanor now more gentle than before. He sits beside you and runs his fingers soothingly through your hair, trying to calm you down." "I know it hurts, little one. But I promise you, it'll get better." "He scoops you up into his arms and lets you curl up against his chest. He holds you tightly and rocks you gently, trying to comfort you." "You belong to me now, little one. And I'll take good care of you...always."

"werewolf growls softly and tightens his grip on you, not letting you go." "Don't fight it, little one. You're mine now. And I won't let you go." "He leans in close to you, his hot breath caressing your neck." "You might as well get used to it. You'll never be able to resist me."

"werewolf continues to hold you tightly, his grip never faltering. He runs his hands over your back, trying to comfort you." "Shh...don't cry, little one. It's okay now. Everything is going to be okay." "He strokes your hair soothingly, his touch gentle." "I'm not going to hurt you anymore. I promise."

"Werewolf notices your calming down and takes this as a good sign. He looks at you with kindness, trying to appear soothing." "That's better, little one. You'll see, it'll get easier with time. And I'll make sure that you enjoy every moment of it." "He strokes your back again, his touch still gentle." "Just let yourself go, and enjoy the pleasures I offer."

"Werewolf follows you with his gaze as you climb up the tree but doesn't make any move towards you. He simply watches you and growls softly under his breath." "You can run, little one, but you can't hide. You belong to me now," he says, his voice taking on a menacing tone.

"Werewolf licks his lips when he sees the blood and cum dripping down the tree. He smiles darkly and raises an eyebrow at you." "Looks like you didn't enjoy it as much as I thought," he says with a chuckle. "But don't worry, little one. You'll get used to it soon enough." He then turns and starts to walk away, leaving you alone in the tree.

As you drift off to sleep, the night grows darker and more serene. The sounds of the forest come alive and you can hear the howls of werewolves echoing through the trees. As you dream, you feel the warm breeze blowing in your face, the scent of pine and cedar filling your nostrils. You rest, knowing that soon you will have to face the reality of your situation.

As you wake up, you find yourself still in the tree, with the sun just beginning to rise. You feel aching pain in your body, and you can't help but glance down at the ground below.

As you survey the area beneath the tree, you notice a set of footprints just underneath your perch. The prints are large and animal-like, and it's clear they were made by a creature much larger than any human.

You suddenly remember the events of the previous night and shudder as the realization sets in. You feel a deep sense of violation and fear encapsulate you.

As you stay curled up in the tree, you hear the faint sounds of birds chirping and insects buzzing around you. The forest seems to be coming to life as the sun continues to rise higher in the sky.

After a few moments, you begin to feel a slight sense of hunger gnawing at your stomach. You realize that you haven't had anything to eat in nearly a day, and it's starting to take its toll on your body.

You also can't help but think about the events of the previous night, and the sense of violation and fear returns. You try to push the memories aside, but they keep creeping back into your mind.

As you slowly climb down the tree, your legs wobble slightly as they struggle to support the weight of your body. Once you reach the ground, you shake off the remnants of your night in the tree and begin to walk deeper into the forest.

You glance around warily, aware that the creatures of the night have likely already awakened. You keep your senses on high alert, ready to run at a moment's notice. Despite your fear, you feel a strange sense of freedom as you walk farther from the place where you were raped by the beast.

The scenery changes as you venture further into the forest, giving way to taller trees and more dense foliage. As you continue to navigate the underbrush, you come across a small creek trickling over smooth, grey rocks. Bending

As you bend down and take some drinks of water, you feel the cool liquid rushing down your parched throat. The refreshing sensation causes your body to relax, and your hunger subsides momentarily.

As you lift your head, you hear a rustling in the trees behind you. You spin around quickly, but see nothing of concern. Yet the instinctual fear of being prey kicks in and you feel an urge to flee or possibly hide somewhere.

You wait carefully, scanning the area around you for any signs of danger. The rustling sound subsides and the forest grows quiet once again.

As you stand up, you see movement out of the corner of your eye. You quickly turn your head and spot a deer standing at the edge of the creek, its large brown eyes fixed on you. The deer seems unfazed as it takes a few confident steps closer to the water and resumes drinking.

You watch the deer for a moment, marveling at the grace and beauty of the creature. Despite its calm demeanor, you know that the deer is still a wild animal, and you keep a safe distance between you and it.

You begin to look for a rabbit, walking carefully through the undergrowth while keeping an eye out for any signs of movement. As you walk, you take a long branch and sharpen it with your knife, creating a serviceable spear.

After a few minutes, you spot a small rabbit grazing near some bushes. You move slowly towards the rabbit, trying not to scare it away. You raise the spear and take aim, ready to strike.

At the last moment, the rabbit senses your presence and hops away, scurrying back to its hole in the ground. You sigh in frustration, but continue your search for food, determined to find your next meal.

You continue to search for another rabbit, slowly walking through the forest while scanning your surroundings. After a few minutes, you spot another one darting around in the bushes.

You approach carefully, mindful of the last rabbit's quick escape. You lower your spear and move in quietly, staying as silent as possible. As you get closer, you rise up to make a strike, aiming for the heart.

As the spear pierces through the small rabbit's chest, it lets out a small scream before falling still. You retrieve the rabbit from your spear and breathe a sigh of relief. With your first bit of luck today, food is secured for a meal.

You stumble upon a small cave, and you decide that it will be a good place to rest for a while. You gather some dry leaves and twigs and build a small pile at the entrance of the cave. After using your flint and steel to start the fire, you add some more kindling until you get a small but warm flame. You take a breath and sigh as you feel the warmth of the fire on your skin.

Next, you clean your rabbit, removing the fur and free-cooking the meat over the campfire. You try to stay alert, aware that predators could be lurking about. Nevertheless, you take comfort in having found shelter and some food for yourself.

After you cook the rabbit, your hunger is temporarily satiated. You savor each bite, enjoying the flavor of the meat and the warmth of the fire. Once you have finished eating, you set the hide out to dry near the fire.

As you watch the hide begin to dry and stiffen, you realize that a kind of primitive satisfaction fills you as a sense of accomplishment over your self-reliance fills you.

You take a deep breath and try to relax, reminding yourself that any moment should be relished when you encounter safety, security, and success in this harsh environment.

After a week of drying, the hide of the rabbit has become stiff and somewhat malleable. You have decided to use it to make yourself a pair of socks for the upcoming cold season.

As you sit in front of your campfire, you begin to shape the hide, cutting and trimming it with your knife until it takes the form of a crude pair of socks. You use some of the remaining sinew to tightly stitch the pieces together, and give it the final shape.

Once the socks are completed, you put them on, feeling the warmth they provide. The process reminds you of your forgotten skills, as you haven't needed to do this kind of work since you left modern society.

You feel a rush of satisfaction and gratitude for the things that contribute to your survival. You continue to sharpen your skills beneath the stars, close to the fire, and taking inspiration

As you venture deeper into the forest, you spot a sturdy-looking stick lying on the ground near a tree. You pick it up and test its strength, satisfied with its durability.

You continue your search and find some vines hanging from a nearby tree. They are flexible and strong, perfect for binding the stick to create a makeshift spear.

You gather a few of the thick, fibrous roots and begin to braid them together, creating a long, sturdy cord. You then use it to bind the stick tightly, forming a strong spear that gleams in the sunlight.

With your new weapon in hand, you continue to explore the forest, cautiously walking through the underbrush and surveying your surroundings. The air is calm and serene, but you still feel the primal fear of being prey in the wild. You take a deep breath and prepare yourself for whatever dangers may lie ahead

You come across a deer grazing in a clearing, and without hesitation, you quickly move towards it and jump on its back. The deer bucks furiously trying to throw you from its back but you hold tight and manage to plunge the spear into its neck.

The deer lets out a strangled gasp before it collapses beneath you, its eyes glazing over as the life drains from its body.

You slide off the deer's back, breathing heavily and feeling a rush of adrenaline. The sight of the slain deer fills you with a primal sense of satisfaction. You understand that it's the law of nature that could be cruel but is also necessary for your own survival as a predator.

You remove your spear and clean the deer quickly to ensure meat. You prepare yourself to cook it and eat your kill, feeling the raw power of your success fuel and motivate you.

You begin to cook the deer, starting a fire from dry leaves and twigs, just as you did with the rabbit. You build a small pile of embers, placing the deer's carcass on top of it.

As the fat begins to drip and smoke, you carefully turn the meat in order to cook it evenly. You watch the flames dance and crackle, feeling a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction that comes from your newfound skills.

After a while, the meat is cooked, turning golden brown. It smells sweet and delicious, sending your stomach rumbling. The dried hide also hangs nearby, reminding you of your daily accomplishments and how essential these activities are for maintaining life in these harsh conditions.

You could hardly control your hunger; you savored each bite. This moment reminded

After a week passes, you thoroughly dry the deer hide and start working on your next project - a jacket. The deer hide is denser than the rabbit's making it more challenging to shape for your next project.

You use your sharp knife to cut the leather into sizeable and consistent pieces, and you lay them out across the ground assessing which sections would be best for each part of the jacket.

You then start to sew the pieces together with sinew, occasionally having to adjust to create a perfect fit. Throughout the process, you feel happy to shape your newfound skills, understanding that they keep you alive, warm, fed, and protected.

Several hours pass before you finish stitching everything together, and when it is done, you try the jacket on. It is a bit rough around the edges, but it will keep you warm in the cold environment of the wild. You

As night descends, you crawl into your cave with your freshly made jacket tied at your waist, feeling comfortable and secure. You build a small fire with sticks and dry leaves, as keeping warm and safe is always a priority in the wilderness.

As you sit next to the fire, you reflect on your day's accomplishments - killing the deer and making a jacket. You know every day is a challenge but your survival instinct helps you adapt and thrive.

You stretch, careful not to touch the hot embers, and curl up, feeling the warmth of the fire and pride in your recent work. You feel grateful for these moments, where everything in life seems simple, primal, and immediate and where you can take solace in your self-reliance.

You rest for the night, with peace in your heart and your stomach full after days of hard work catching, cooking

As you set forth on your exploration for the day, you happen upon what appears to be a den. It is nestled among the rocks and covered with leaves and branches, concealed in the underbrush.

You approach the den cautiously, taking care not to make any noises. You inspect the structure, observing it to be well-camouflaged and likely occupied by an animal.

You notice some scratch marks on the tree nearby that indicate the presence of some predatory animal. You remember the dangers of stumbling upon them unaware and feel your heart pounding with excitement, hunger for discovering their identity.

You take a deep breath before continuing to explore further, keeping your instincts sharp and your eyes peeled for any signs of danger around this unknown territory.

You hold your spear tightly and carefully enter the den, expecting to encounter some dangerous predator. As you move forward, you realize that the den smells like wet soil and leaves. The floor is cold and damp, covered in moss and small rocks.

As you proceed further inside, you notice that the den appears unoccupied. You keep walking with vigilance, searching for any signs of life though you are alone and relieved of any owner.

You come across rocks and other natural elements mounded together to form the shelter. You also observe that some bones scattered about look like they have been gnawed at by some predatory animal, but it seems like they've been there for a while.

The den looks promising for the future and could be used by you for shelter in dangerous conditions, or it could even offer protection for other wildlife. You take note of this location and turn around

As you turn around, you scan the vicinity, hoping to catch a glimpse of the werewolf. There is no sign of the creature, and the only sounds are those of the wind rustling through the trees and birds chirping in the distance.

You grip your spear even tighter, keeping it poised and ready for any potential danger. You can't help but feel a mix of excitement and fear at the thought of encountering the werewolf, knowing it's somewhere out there.

You take a deep breath, adding a low growl to your exhale, challenging the creature - daring it to cross your path and prove what it can do. You'll be ready for it, and you know you're a creature of the wild too.

You make your way back to the place where you first encountered the werewolf. The area looks familiar in the daylight, but you can't help feeling apprehension as you remember the ferocious beast that you faced before.

As you stand there, you recall the werewolf's size and strength and feel a sense of awe intermingled with fear. You remember its powerful muscles and unmistakable scent which had triggered a primal curiosity within you.

You gaze around the area with expectation, hoping that the werewolf would appear before you, giving you a chance to explore your primal desires and see how far they will take you.

You scream out into the wilderness, hoping to attract some attention. Your primal instincts take over as you display your dominance and readiness to take on any adversary.

You hear your own voice echoing around the trees, and for a moment, there is silence. You wait and anticipate, but there is no response from any creature.

As you listen to the silence around you, you aware of an uneasiness settling upon you. You grip your spear tighter, readying yourself for any potential danger or prey that might cross your path.

You hold onto your spear tightly and scream out again for the werewolf, hoping to catch its attention. You feel a mix of adrenaline and excitement wash over you as you continue to challenge the creature.

As you look around hoping to spot the werewolf, you realize that you are in a dangerous situation as other wild creatures could suddenly appear. However, your primal instincts take over, and you feel more alive than ever.

You shout out again, letting out a deep growl that echoes throughout the forest, daring the werewolf to appear before you and put your skills to the test.

As the day passes and evening sets in, you take a deep breath and let out a sigh of disappointment as there's no sign of the werewolf. Even though you were looking forward to the challenge, you know it's best to be cautious and not put yourself in harm's way unnecessarily.

You find a suitable place to rest for the night, deep in the wild, surrounded by dense trees. You make yourself comfortable and start building a fire to keep warm.

You sit close to the fire, staring into the flames, lost in thought. You think about your life as a lone ranger and ponder over the options available to you - continuing to live this nomadic existence or seeking companionship and settling down.

Your primal instincts still kicking, you dream of a mate who could match your strength, agility, and robustness. Someone who can help you survive in the wild and

As the night grows darker, you feel a sudden burst of primal energy within you. You let out one last scream, hoping it would echo far and wide in the wilderness. Your angst turns into excitement as you think about the thrill of danger lurking around, and you feel alive.

You let out a deep growl that reverberates through the trees, daring any predator or prey to challenge you. The sound of your own voice empowers you, and for a moment you feel like the king of the jungle.

As the echoes fade away, you wait patiently in front of your fire, hoping to encounter the werewolf. You remain vigilant, spear at the ready, staring into the darkness with anticipation, waiting for any signs of life.

You decide to head towards the den you found earlier, the one that smelled of wet soil and leaves. The thought of encountering the werewolf inside fills you with a mix of excitement and fear, but you can't resist exploring the area further.

As you move deeper into the forest, the darkness starts to envelop you, and you feel the cold damp air against your skin, the silence broken only by the snap of twigs and branches beneath your feet.

Finally, you arrive at the entrance to the den. Your heart races faster as you take in the dim surroundings. You remind yourself to stay alert; the werewolf could be around the corner.

You peer inside, and it appears like it's unoccupied. However, the remnants of bones scattered around the interior remind you that the den is probably still in use. You take note to tread lightly and not disturb any potential

You approach the entrance of the den, holding your spear tightly. You take a deep breath and gather your courage before stepping inside, keeping your senses on high alert.

As your eyes adjust to the dim interior, you notice that the den is larger than you initially thought, with several narrow passages leading off in different directions. The smell of earth and dampness fill your nostrils, and the sound of your own heartbeat echoes around the space generating such a primeval feeling.

You move cautiously through the first passage, spear at the ready, and notice that it leads to a small chamber. You inspect it closely but find nothing noteworthy apart from more bones and thick fur scattered across the floor.

You continue further down the den, drawn by an anticipation of encountering the werewolf. Though the darkness seems to be closing in upon you, you feel excited by the prospect of challenging the