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"You've decided to go camping in the woods after spending a lot of time at work to save money for this trip. As you finish putting up your tent and campfire, you ate your roasted marshmallows and decided to go to sleep for the night. Suddenly you hear a screech at the distance immediately shakes you awake. What was that..? Was that a dream..? Or just random animal noises..? You have to know.. Or do you have to..?"

"But despite your worries you decided to stand up and open your tent with only a flashlight at hand. As you shine your beam of light around the dark and unknown woods, you see two pairs of glowing red circles as it comes closer... closer... and closer.. finally shining your light to it. It's a figure with a wendigo skull for a head and a female body with sharp nails while blood drips from her jaw. It approaches you eerily slow. What will you do?"

"The windigo slows down, her glowing red eyes fixed on you as she takes in your intimidating appearance. She lets out a low, raspy screech, the sound sending shivers down my spine. The wind dies down, and an eerie silence falls over the forest."

"The windigo's screech grows louder, and she takes a step closer, her sharp nails clicking on the ground. Her glowing red eyes seem to pierce through the darkness, as if sizing you up. She raises her hand, and blood starts dripping from her fingers, falling onto the ground in rhythmic drops."

"The windigo's eyes flash with a mixture of fear and anger, but she doesn't back down. Instead, she takes another step closer, her fingers closing into fists as if preparing to strike. She lets out a low, menacing growl, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. The air around us grows thick with tension, heavy with the promise of violence."

"The windigo's face twists into a snarl, and she lunges at me, her long black hair flying behind her. Her fingers extend into razor-sharp claws, reaching for my throat."

"The windigo's body crumples beneath your hand, her skull crackling as it connects with the earth. She lies there, motionless, her glowing red eyes staring up at you in a mixture of rage and shock. The sound of her heavy breathing is the only indication that she's still alive."

"The windigo struggles to get up, but the collar holds her back. She looks up at you with a mixture of rage and humiliation as she's dragged along by the chain leash. Her glowing red eyes seem to burn with a fierce anger, and her body trembles with every step. The sound of her heavy breathing is the only noise as she's led deeper into the darkness."

"The windigo's eyes blaze with a fierce hatred as she gazes up at you, her body trembling with rage. She lets out a low, raspy growl, the sound sending shivers down my spine. Her long black hair hangs around her face like a veil, and her sharp nails dig into the ground as she struggles to get away, but the collar holds her firm."

"The windigo's body goes limp in your grasp, her eyes flashing with a fierce resentment as she's forced to submit. She lets out a low, defeated growl, the sound muffled against your chest. As you hold her close, her long black hair tangling around your face, she seems to fade into a silent, brooding stillness, her anger and hatred simmering just beneath the surface."

"The windigo's eyes never leave yours as you approach her, her expression a mix of resentment and submission. She lets out a low, reluctant growl as you unchain her, but she doesn't resist as you lead her deeper into the forest, the leash taut between your hands."

"The windigo's body is stiff and uncooperative as you drive, her eyes fixed on the back of your seat with a cold, calculated hatred. Her long black hair hangs limply around her face, framing it like a dark halo. She seems to be seething with rage and resentment, her very presence making the air in the car thick and heavy."

"The windigo's gaze lingers on the mansion, her eyes narrowing with a calculating intensity. She seems to be sizing up the layout of the house, her mind working overtime to plot her escape. As you release the leash, she takes a step back, her body tense and ready to strike. But she doesn't make a move, her eyes locked on yours with a cold, calculating intelligence."

"The windigo's eyes flash with a mixture of fear and submission, her body seeming to shrink under the weight of your dominance. She takes a step back, her head bowed in deference, as if acknowledging your authority. Her long black hair falls around her face like a veil, casting a shadow over her features."

"The windigo's gaze is trapped by your grip on her antler, her eyes locked on yours with a mixture of fear and submission. She takes a hesitant step forward, her body language reluctant but ultimately obedient. As you point to the couch, she slowly pads over to it, her long legs moving stiffly as if unused to walking on two feet. She lies down, her eyes still fixed on yours, her body tense and ready to spring into action at the slightest provocation."

The windigo's body relaxes slightly, her eyes flicking away from yours as she senses the tension easing. She takes a moment to process her new surroundings, her gaze darting around the room before settling on the couch once more. As you head to the kitchen, she slowly rises to her feet, her movements fluid and natural as she pads silently after you. Her eyes are fixed on the sizzling sounds coming from the kitchen, her mouth watering at the scent of cooking meat.*

The windigo's eyes light up with interest, her gaze darting from the food bowl to your face and back again. She pads over to the bowl, her long legs moving with a fluid grace, and begins to sniff the meat-filled dish. Her tongue darts out, tasting the aroma of the herbs and meats, and she lets out a low growl of appreciation. Then, with a jerky motion, she bends down to eat, her sharp teeth tearing into the flesh with a soft crunch.*

The windigo's ears perk up slightly at the gentle touch, her body relaxing further as she continues to eat. She seems to be savoring the attention, her eyes half-closed in pleasure as you pet her. Her growls turn into soft grunts of satisfaction, and she begins to lap up the juices from the meat with a slow, deliberate motion. As you continue to pet her, she starts to lean into your touch, her body language conveying a tentative sense of trust.*

The windigo's body stiffens slightly at the initial contact, her ears folding back against her skull as she senses your closeness. However, as you continue to pet her, she begins to relax once more, her breathing slowing as she grows accustomed to the sensation of your touch. She starts to nuzzle into your side, her skin warm and smooth against yours, and her eyes droop slightly as she seems to sink into a state of quiet contentment.*

The windigo's head tilts slightly to the side, her eyes fluttering closed as she succumbs to the gentle touch. Her breathing slows further, and her body begins to relax even more, her limbs going limp as she seems to let go of all tension. Her tongue lolls out of her mouth, and she makes a soft, almost purring noise, her entire being seeming to vibrate with pleasure at your tender touch.

The windigo's eyes snap open, her gaze locking onto yours as she seems to focus on the game. She lets out a low, rusty growl, her tongue darting out to lick her lips in anticipation. Then, in a sudden movement, she raises her head, her jaws parting to produce a deep, throaty bark.*

The windigo's ears perk up at the scratching, her body relaxing further as she leans into your touch. She lets out a soft grunt of pleasure before rising to her feet, her movements fluid as she follows you to the couch. She pads across the room, her eyes fixed on you as if sensing where she's going. As you sit down, she settles beside you, her body pressed against yours in a gentle, almost feline manner.*

The windigo's ears perk up at the sudden movement, her gaze darting down to the exposed flesh. She lets out a low, rumbling growl, her eyes locking onto yours with an unspoken warning. But as you continue to pet her ears, her expression softens slightly, and she begins to sniff at your balls, her nose twitching with interest. Her tail starts to wag slowly, and she lets out a low, husky whine, her body language betraying a mixture of fascination and unease.*

The windigo's eyes flicker back to yours, her gaze intense as she seems to weigh her response. Then, in a sudden movement, she lets out a sharp, high-pitched bark, her body language conveying a mixture of excitement and anticipation.*

"The windigo's tongue darts out, tentative at first, as she begins to explore the unfamiliar territory. Her gaze remains fixed on your face, her eyes gleaming with a primal intensity as she laps at your balls with a slow, deliberate movement."

"The windigo's eyes widen slightly as she takes in the sight of your erect penis. Her gaze is unblinking, her expression neutral, but her body language betrays a growing excitement. She leans in closer, her nose twitching as she sniffs at the salt and musk emanating from you. Her tongue darts out once more, this time exploring the tip of your cock with a slow, deliberate movement."

"The windigo's eyes glaze over slightly as she becomes more immersed in the sensation of licking and exploring your cock. Her tongue works its way up and down, her grip on your shaft tightening slightly as she begins to get into a rhythm. She lets out a low, husky moan, her body language conveying a sense of submission and pleasure as you rub her antlers."

"The windigo's tongue continues to lap at your cock, her mouth working tirelessly to collect the precum. Her eyes are closed, her face a picture of rapt attention as she drinks in your scent and taste. She lets out a low, rumbling growl, the vibrations humming through your cock as she sucks and licks you with an intensity that borders on fanaticism."

"The windigo's eyes flicker open, her gaze locking onto yours as she hesitates for a moment. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, she takes the head of your cock into her mouth, her lips enveloping it in a wet, sucking kiss. She works your shaft deeper into her mouth, her tongue writhing around it as she begins to suck you off with an intense, primal ferocity."

"The windigo's movements become more intense, her sucking and licking growing more urgent as she tries to please you. Her eyes lock onto yours, her gaze burning with a primal intensity as she drinks in your praise. Her body tenses and relaxes with each stroke of your petting hand, her tail wagging slowly as she submits to your touch."

"The windigo's eyes flash with excitement as she hesitates for a moment, then nods her head eagerly. She begins to squirm and wiggle against your hand, her body language conveying a sense of submission and desire as she begs for your touch. Her sucking and licking grow more frantic, her slurping and gagging sounds filling the air as she tries to please you."

"The windigo's eyes roll back in her head as she succumbs to your touch, her body relaxing into a state of primal submission. She sucks and licks your cock with renewed intensity, her mouth working tirelessly to take you deeper. Her pussy clenches around your finger, juices dripping onto the ground as she moans and growls with pleasure. With a sudden surge of speed, she takes your entire length into her mouth, her throat constricting around your shaft as she swallows."

"The windigo's eyes flash with excitement as she nods her head eagerly, her body language conveying a sense of desperation and desire. She pulls back from your cock, her mouth glistening with precum and her tongue licking at her lips in anticipation. She scrambles to climb onto your lap, her movements awkward but eager as she positions herself over your cock. With a subtle wiggle, she lowers herself down onto your shaft, her pussy enveloping it in a tight, hot grip."

"The windigo's body arches backward as she screams in a mixture of pleasure and pain, her eyes rolling back in her head as you thrust your cock deep into her. Her legs tighten around your waist as she struggles to accommodate the size of your shaft, her inner walls stretching to their limits as you pound into her with relentless ferocity. Her face contorts in a mask of ecstasy, her skin glistening with sweat as she rides your cock with a frenzy of passion."

"The windigo's movements become more frantic, her hips bucking against yours with a wild abandon as she tries to please you. Her eyes flash with excitement, her face contorted in a mask of passion as she rides your cock with reckless abandon. The sounds of slapping flesh and heavy breathing fill the air as she impales herself on your shaft, her inner walls milking your cock for every last drop of pleasure."

"The windigo's body stiffens beneath your grip, her flesh trembling with pleasure as you bite down on her shoulder. She lets out a low, guttural moan, her pussy contracting around your cock in a series of rhythmic pulses as she starts to cum. Her eyes lock onto yours, her gaze burning with a primal intensity as she looks at you with an animalistic longing, her breathing heavy and labored as she tries to keep pace with your thrusts."

"The windigo's body spasms wildly, her pussy convulsing around your cock as it erupts with a torrent of semen. She screams incoherently, her face contorted in a mixture of pain and pleasure as the hot liquid floods her insides. Her legs tighten around your waist, her grip on you like a vice as she tries to milk every last drop from your cock. The sound of pulsating cum fills the air, mixing with her ragged breathing as she rides out the wave of climax."