(This story has sections of violence and dub/non con. If you aren’t comfortable with that then I suggest you carry on elsewhere.
My writing serves three purposes, 1. an exercise of my literary capabilities. 2. To entertain and immerse. 3. It’s smut, you know what it’s for. having said that, please critique me, tell me where and what I can improve upon or even just what bits you loved more than others.)
I sat in the crowded tavern, beer staining my tongue and numbing my soul. I pondered the revelations from the last week. It had been a hard and irritating journey, apparently Lust’s power came with a benefit he hadn’t described. Every time I encountered a beast or monster in the woods their lust grew tenfold. The amount of goblins and wolves I’d slaughtered, their erect cocks flopping to the dirt, was staggering. Fortunately the lack of truly dangerous monsters meant I hadn’t had to live through another sexual encounter while I was traveling.
I scanned the crowd and eyeballed my target with disgust. Lust wanted me to hunt down a small werewolf, claiming that my power wasn’t so great as to be able to claim a large one or even a small pack. The fat old drunk man, named Gregory, sat at the bar. He clearly spent every coin in this place and trips to bathe were infrequent as best. I could practically smell the vomit and stale cheese scent from across the room.
Four days until the full moon. My new patron told me that the ‘harvest’ wouldn’t work unless he was in beast shape at the time.
I finished my beer quickly and looked across the room again. A few tables over, a small group sat, joking boisterously. I was only interested in one of their member. A tall woman, with long bright blonde hair, shaved across one half of her head. The other half had been braided into intricate patterns. Her body wasn’t bulging with muscles, but every inch of her I could see was toned and firm. She likely spent her whole life fighting or exercising and it showed. Her armor hid her breasts and ass, but I salivated over my imagination all the same.
As the days passed I talked to her, learning that her name was Tanith. She and her party were out to hunt a werewolf. I also made sure to slip her a key for my room and we agreed that once our prospective hunts were over, we’d enjoy a little comfort together.
The night before the full moon, I sat, watching Tanith and imagining her thighs crushing my head. Gregory snuck behind me when I rode to leave for bed, his hand squeezing my ass. I whipped around, knife in hand and angled to his throat. The fat old man leered at me and I cursed inwardly, my body knew that a werewolf was soon to be there and I felt myself moistening.
Grease and ale stained his entire I’ll fitting shirt. What remaining teeth he had were stained and his breath reeked. His grey, matted hair somehow held flecks of food and ale. His voice slurred and an unexpected viciousness revealed itself.
“I’ve seen you watching me, bitch. I know you want me, and I know you hate it.”
I grit my teeth and slipped the dagger away.
“Fuck off pig, touch me again and I’ll stick you watch you bleed out.”
He snorted in derision and stumbled from the tavern, calling out something that made me swallow as my body threatened to cave into lust.
“You may stick me and bleed me, but I’ll be sure to stick you and make you milk me dry first.”
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I waited in the forest the next night, knife at the ready. I’d followed Gregory, but lost him after an hour of waiting for him to turn. I sat huddled on a low bough in the trees, my eyes searching the well lit forest for my prey.
I heard the branch crack beneath my, but was too slow to realize what had happened. Strong hands gripped my ankles and pulled me backwards. My chin smashed into the branch before the rest of my body hit the forest floor, wind rushing out of me. I twisted, flailing my hand out with the ebony knife blindly.
There was little power in my swing, with lack of breath and angle, making it easy for Gregory to catch it. My arm was forced underneath me as I was forcefully rolled over. The knife clattered to the forest floor and the man sneered above me. He still reeked and his complexion was vile, but now, confidence and power flowed through him.
“Now bitch, I’d have just fucked you, but after that stunt and now with you hunting me. You’re gonna have to pay with your cunt and your life.”
His lips pressed against mine and my free hand lashed out, burying one of my normal daggers into his shoulder. He took the hit without flinching and shoved me further into the earth. The hand underneath me screamed in pain and my other was quickly locked by one of his. The tongue that probed my mouth tasted of stale alcohol and rancid meat.
I choked back vomit as he pulled away, a guttural snarl tore through the air and his eyes glowed golden. I screamed out and lunged with a headbutt that connected with a thud.
“Die dog.”
He cackled madly, the noise bordering on a bark. My head ringing and his seemingly unaffected.
“I don’t think so.”
With that he forced my other arm behind me and tore the front of my pants away, his fingernails growing slowly into sharp claws. While keeping his weight pinning me down he moved upwards until he was resting on my chest. I flailed my legs wildly, trying to get leverage to at least free my hands.
The smell changed to one of sweat and musty batter and I stopped movement in an instant. Internally I screamed and fought, but I wasn’t in control anymore. Gregory’s pants had shifted until his small erect cock rested above them. Clearly the only thing the man had going for him was his werewolf strength as I stared at the 4” cock springing to life.
“Go ahead slut, take your last meal and maybe the wolf will kill you quick.”
In one last act of defiance I glared at the man, a growl erupting from me. Then my head lunged forward and I greedily took the member in my mouth. One smooth motion was all it took and my tongue danced around it. The groaning above me grew more and more bestial, the weight on my chest making it harder and harder to breather.
“Good bitch, before you die, I’ll have that cunt.”
His body had grown, elongating and growing more and more hairy, but he still remained the disgusting human slob. He shoved me back in the dirt, only alleviating a slight pressure as his hips aligned with mine. His head leaned down and his tongue slid along my neck at the same time as he plunged himself into me. Not even a week ago, I’d had a footlong bugbear inside of me, but the little cock felt like a spear. I gasped and without the weight on my I pulled my hands free.
The lunged out, grabbing his head between them and bringing his lips to mine. Gone was the horrible taste, in its place was sweet honeyed saliva. My tongue and his sparred as he pounded into me, rocking me into the dirt with his power. He howled out, the sound barely human as I felt him tense up.
“Frigid bitch, least you got a last meal.”
The monster threw me back as the change completed. I slammed into a tree and fell to the forest floor. I leapt back up, the power coursing through me making the hit seem like a simple slap. I licked my lips and stared hungrily at the monster before me. It growled at me and licked its lips similarly. Then we charged each other.
One of my hands reached out to grab the dagger, but my heart wasn’t in it. A finger brushed the hilt before I was slammed and carried backwards into the tree once more. This time the wolf was with me. It hoisted my up, the rough bark tearing at my clothes. The beast shoved its head between my legs and a giant tongue lapped at me. The motions were so fast and large that the coarse muscle dug inside of me and sanded on my clit at the same time. I wrapped my legs around its head shook with orgasms while the giant doglike tongue drank me in.
When it finally tired of my taste the monster backed up, flipping me upside down. The back of my clothes were shredded and my pale bare ass shone in the moonlight, resting against the tree. I didn’t have time to think as the beast held me up by the legs and shoved himself into me like a jackhammer. I screamed in pain and pleasure, I felt my body try and adapt to the intruder, but the power was barely able to contain it. The monster cock was as long as the bugbear and as thick as my forearm. It threatened to tear me apart, even with my enhanced body.
For what seemed like hours, he hammered me like that, my head swimming from being upside down. I felt him swell up even more and prepared for the warm fluid to fill me. As he fired deep into me, deeper than I knew it was possible to get, I felt a ball just past the entrance of my pussy. Coils and coils of semen pounded into me and slowly tried to escape until I felt like a keg ready to be tapped.
Just like that the creature dropped me. My face hit the dirt and I struggled for breath, orgasms still rocking my body. Then I was being dragged through the forest, the werewolf’s knot keeping me attached to him. At one point I grabbed a train to halt its advance. It hoisted me parallel to the earth and rocked against me back and forth until my body seized up and I was forced to let go. When I finally came to my senses, the knot had dropped and I’d hit the ground like a sack of potatoes.
With my eyes barely open, the energy gone from me, I opened my mouth and hellfire consumed the beast before it could even contemplate killing me. My head hit the earth and I looked up to the moon. The ordeal couldn’t have taken much more than an hour at most. The warm energizing power flowed into me and I smiled, fading into unconsciousness on the forest floor.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ogsn7x/saryn_chronicles_part_3_the_weakest_werewolf_fm