Lost in the woods.

The Hunt begins

Lydia ran, lungs burning and heart pounding, as she fled through the darkening forest. Low-hanging branches scratched at her face and arms while twisted roots threatened to send her sprawling with every step. The drugged fog still clouded her mind, making it hard to think, hard to plan.

Suddenly, a twig snapped behind her. Lydia whipped around and froze. Two pinpricks of eerie green light pierced the gloom—glowing eyes watching her from the shadows between the trees. Her blood turned to ice as more eyes appeared, circling her like malevolent lanterns.

The creatures stepped forward into the faint moonlight filtering through the canopy. Werewolves. Towering and muscular, their fur bristled in shades of black and gray. Massive c***s hung heavily between their legs, each one easily over a foot long and thick as Lydia's wrist. Fat, pulsing knots bulged at the base.

A deep, guttural growl rumbled through the air. They stalked closer, movements predatory and fluid. Lydia turned to run, but it was too late—they pounced.

She felt hot breath on her back before sharp claws raked down her shoulders, sending her sprawling face-first onto the damp forest floor. Lydia screamed as a heavy weight landed on her legs, pinning her. Teeth sank into her calf and she kicked out wildly, finally managing to dislodge one attacker.

Rolling over, she lashed out with her fists and feet, fighting like a cornered animal. She caught one wolf under the jaw, making it yelp and reel back. Another leapt for her throat but Lydia ducked and it sailed over her head. For a precious moment, they were distracted.

Lydia scrambled to her feet and sprinted, putting all her remaining strength into each stride. The wolves gave chase, their powerful strides quickly closing the distance between them. A searing pain shot through her side as sharp teeth sank in. She cried out but wrenched free and kept running.

Suddenly, the ground vanished beneath her feet. Lydia tumbled down, rolling and crashing through branches until she landed hard at the bottom of a steep ravine. Dazed and bruised, she lay there panting as the wolves appeared above, silhouetted against the night sky.

They leapt down one by one, surrounding her. Lydia tried to crawl away but strong jaws clamped onto her ankle, dragging her back. She kicked out desperately but it was no use—they were too strong.

The wolves pinned her down on her stomach, forcing her hips up. Rough, sandpapery tongues dragged over her most intimate places, making her shudder and gag. A thick c**k prodded between her legs and Lydia screamed as it rammed into her, splitting her open brutally.

She bit back her cries, not wanting to give them the satisfaction, even as they took turns violating her. One would pull out only for another to immediately take its place, stretching her raw flesh again and again with their massive shafts until she was sure she would tear in half.

Through it all, the wolves growled and grunted, hips slapping lewdly against her bruised ass. Their knots battered against her entrance, each one trying to force that bulge inside her stuffed cunt. Finally, with a last mighty thrust, the knot popped past her abused rim, locking them together.

Lydia sobbed brokenly as she was pumped full of searing hot wolf seed, the thick cream flooding her insides and squelching out around the invading c***s. The wolves rutted into her mercilessly, grunting with each spurt until their heavy balls were empty.

Finally, they released her and Lydia collapsed onto her side, curled up in agony and shame. She could feel the c*m leaking out of her ruined hole as she drifted in and out of consciousness.

When dawn broke, Lydia awoke to find herself tied with vines to a stake, surrounded by the wolf pack. They sniffed at her curiously before one grabbed the rope in its jaws and began pulling her along. The hunt was over—now the real nightmare would begin...