Kara just wanted a walk in the woods near a cabin she was staying in alone. That's all. She hadn't even taken any supplies or hiking equipment or food for a picnic. Nothing but the clothes on her back. She went after sunset- it had been too hot during the day. It's still cool tonight, so she'd put on a skirt and short-sleeved shirt.

Kara pauses in a clearing, looking up at the stars. "Wow," she says to herself. She's a city girl- the closest she's come to seeing this many stars was at a museum when she was a kid, when they did the whole space thing. But that's nothing compared to the real thing. She's thrown to the ground, something snarling at her back.

She screams, and the force pushes her into the ground, growling into her ear. Some instinct buried in her brain tells her to shut her mouth. So she does. She turns her face to the side and tries to see whatever has her pinned. It's a giant...werewolf? Like in the movies. The thing sniffs over her, still making a growling noise deep in its throat. But not threatening now, more just like it's a sound it makes normally. Kara watches as it keeps one clawed...paw? Hand? between her shoulderblades and moves its head down, sniffing as it goes. Kara can smell the thing, heavy and musky in her nose. It smells like a big dog. And then she feels a cold nose between her legs. She kicks out reflexively and the creature snarls, pinning her knees apart with its own. And oh. She really should stop calling it 'it.' She can see a red-tipped cock poking out of a sheath, just like a dog. The werewolf growls quietly again and lowers his head, taking a deep sniff between her thighs. She stays still, humiliated and scared. The werewolf opens his mouth, and there are a lot of teeth. Like, a lot a lot. But he doesn't use them. Instead, he uses a thick tongue and starts licking up the backs of her thighs.

She squirms but she can't get far. And the werewolf doesn't seem to mind this movement, if the lack of snarling is anything to go by. But despite her horror, Kara starts to get wet. Maybe it's some Pavlovian response to having a tongue- any tongue- close to her pussy, but it's happening. The werewolf groans and licks closer and closer to her center. His nose pushes up her skirt and Kara gasps as the tongue slides up her cunt. She's wearing satin panties and shaved smooth, so it glides. The werewolf seems to like it because he snuffles excitedly and licks again. She moans. The werewolf makes another excited noise and uses his free hand to tip her hips up and back. He keeps licking over her panties, getting her slobbery. She moans quietly, rocking against the pressure.

"H-hold on, let me," she says, reaching down. The werewolf snarls. "Hold on. I'm not stopping you," she says, and the snarls quiet. "I'm just going to take them off." But the second her hands move again, he pushes her down further, trapping her arms under her. And he does use his teeth, to rip off her panties and spit them out. She whines and he looks at her. He pauses and then whines back, as if attempting to communicate. She wiggles her hips at him, reminding him, and he seems to get the picture.

He goes back to his task, licking over her again. But instead of the slide of satin, his tongue finds flesh. He seems to like it just as much as Kara, because he barks and doubles his efforts. She moans and rocks against his tongue, fingers itching to plunge inside herself and help him make her come. But her hands are still trapped, pressed against her belly. His tongue slips inside her folds, and he barks again. He must reposition his head, because the next lick is less of a lick and more of a slick entrance. She sobs and rocks against him. He groans and does it again, his thick long tongue reaching up inside her and lapping her inner channel. It's so big that it touches all of her at once, and she wishes desperately that the werewolf understood what a fucking clitoris is. He pulls his tongue out and licks with the broad flat again, and she sobs again.

"Come on, back to before," she cries, hoping he can understand her. But he doesn't- instead he just licks her, long and hard, all along her lips. She's getting soaked beyond belief, from both herself and the werewolf's saliva, but she could not care less. She just wants to come. The werewolf shoves his tongue in again, and this time his muzzle bumps against her clit and she screams, coming in a rush. The werewolf barks and licks it all up. She moans, rocking on him. "Again, again," she demands. But the werewolf pulls back, his tongue leaving her. He's still holding her down (with one paw, she might add), so she hopes that means he's just getting started. Fuck, his tongue was good. The weight lessens, and she takes the opportunity to get her arms free. Just enough to prop herself up on them, looking back at him. The werewolf looks...hungry, is the only way to describe it.

"That all you got," she taunts. The creature growls and puts his weight on her. His fur is coarse and scratchy, all along her back. Both paws trap her wrists and the werewolf starts panting into her hair, licking all over it. "Gah! I liked your tongue inside me better." The werewolf sticks his tongue into her ear and she turns away from it. The werewolf uses his right paw to move her right wrist over, and then he traps it under his other paw. He uses his now-free paw to rip off her shirt, bra coming with it, and throws it aside. He rumbles happily. He licks down her back and over her ass before he returns his tongue to her heated core. "Fuck!" She's grateful she's never been one to become sensitive after an orgasm- she's always been ready for another one, if her boyfriend was ever skilled enough to give her one. And God, this is the best fucking 'boyfriend' she's ever had.

The werewolf shoves his tongue in, and he must get distracted because his paw goes slack. He moves his head to adjust, and Kara flips onto her back. The werewolf actually backs up, startled. But she just splays her legs and moves her hand down her body. The werewolf's eyes follow it. She slips her fingers inside herself. "Come back. I'm not gonna hurt you."

The werewolf barks and surges forward, shoving his tongue in where she'd opened herself up for him with gusto. She moans. The werewolf snuffles, his paws coming up to her hips and yanking her onto his tongue. She shivers and reaches down. She runs her hands through his fur, petting him. She wraps her hands around that dangerous jaw and pulls him closer. He obliges, coming so close that his tongue doubles a little. That feeling makes Kara come immediately, and the werewolf licks it all up. He pulls back, licking his chops.

Kara shudders and looks at him. He has two perked-up ears on his square head, thick fur along his shoulders, powerful legs, and a tail that is wagging behind him so fast it's a blur. Her eyes are drawn to his cock, which is still an angry red. She bites her lip, wondering if she'll go that far. Before she can decide, the werewolf starts licking a trail from her pelvis, up her belly, and to her breasts. He licks over them, tongue slobbery, before he focuses on one. She moans, hand going to the breast he isn't working on and rolling her nipple. The werewolf seems to understand partly and focuses in on the other, licking around it. Then he moves to the one she's working on, licking around her fingers. She uses her other hand and touches her deserted nipple, fingers sliding through the werewolf's saliva. He abandons her breasts and shoves his tongue into her panting mouth. She keeps it open, letting him lick inside all he wants. She can feel his salvia dribbling out of her mouth and pouring down her throat, but she doesn't care. She wants him.

The werewolf evidently gets tired of his version of kissing and ducks back down, shoving his tongue into her pussy again. "Fuck, you're insatiable." He goes after her with the same enthusiasm he has all night, and she moans and puts her legs over his shoulders. He barks and dives in. She rocks on his tongue, losing herself in the feeling, when he disappears, leaving her cold. She opens her eyes and he flips her onto her belly again, yanking her hips back. She moans and spreads her knees. He licks along her again, long licks that make her tingle and sob.

But that tongue is gone again. "Fuck, you motherfucking tease," Kara snaps, looking back, but what she sees shocks her into silence. The werewolf is inching closer, his cock more or less level with her dripping gash. "Hold on, wait, just," she starts. He ignores her, holding her still and humping at her. That cock slides through the saliva he left, and she whimpers in fear. He'll rip her open. Then his cock slides through her folds and she moans. He barks and does it again, whining. She realizes that he's perfectly happy with that, and is overcome not with relief but with regret. She reaches down and gently directs him to her hole, and on his next hump the head slides in. The werewolf barks and shoves in. She screams. It doesn't hurt nearly as much as she thought it would- his tongue had done a good job stretching her, and her orgasms made her relaxed. The werewolf pulls back halfway and then snaps forward, barking. She moans, dropping onto her elbows and raising her ass. She's stuffed fuller than she's ever been, and she loves it. Fuck, I'll never go back to humans. The werewolf pulls back again before forcing himself forward. He leans forward, gathering her wrists in one paw to keep her in place- not that she's going anywhere. Ever. She whimpers as his next thrust brushes against her g-spot, and she wishes again that the werewolf knew more about human anatomy.

The werewolf is panting over her, saliva dripping down and soaking her back. He stutters his hips, making tiny thrusts, and Kara rocks back onto him, desperate. She's stuffed full, but that's not enough. She needs something else. She lowers herself completely to the ground, putting one hand under her and cupping her mound. She can feel the werewolf's cock moving under her fingers and she moans, starting to touch her clit. It's not long before they work her to a screaming orgasm.

The werewolf barks and shoves in completely, and she feels herself get stretched even more. Fuck, do werewolves have knots? Evidently, the answer is 'yes' because with a growl, the werewolf forces his inside. She moans and he pants. He leans down and starts nosing over her shoulders and neck, licking randomly.

"I'm ok," she assures him. "I'm ok." He rumbles and puts his weight on her, forcing her to the ground. She grunts and he barks. He settles in, and so does Kara. It's going to be a while.

Eventually, the werewolf's knot softens and he pulls out. A rush of cum follows him. Kara clenches her thighs together to keep it inside. The werewolf sticks his nose between her legs, and she has a moment of panic that it's all going to start again, but he just looks. He must be satisfied at what he sees because he stands up, shakes himself, and bounds away. Kara shivers on the ground before she feels steady enough to get up, gather the tattered remains of her clothes, and walk back to her cabin. She collapses on the bed, exhausted, and sleeps.

The next morning, Kara wakes up sore. She looks beside her to her ripped clothes. Fuck. Not a dream. I really did get fucked by a werewolf. And I loved every second. She gets up on unsteady legs and takes a shower. She shivers and sticks her fingers inside herself, cleaning herself up. She feels some of his cum slip out and she brings it to her mouth. It has the same musky tang as his scent, and she licks it up, moaning. She wishes that the werewolf was around so she could stretch her mouth around that monster cock and make him cum that way. She cleans herself up and gets out, putting on clean clothes. Someone knocks on the door. She frowns- no one should be visiting her during her vacation. She goes down and opens the door, finding some blond guy on the other side. He's tall and built, with beautiful grey eyes. He smiles at her, and she goes weak in the knees. "Hi."

"Hi. Um, who are you?"

"Right. Uh. My name's Kyle. We met last night."

"No, I didn't meet anyone last...night," she realizes, and then Kyle's grin turns decidedly...wolf-ish.

"There we go."

"Oh my God."

"Yeah. That was a lot of fun." He chuckles. "Trust me, I've never done that before." He runs a hand through his hair. "So, I came here offering you a repeat. Say...every full moon?"

"And the other 29 days of the month," Kara asks.

That wolf-ish grin is back. "Well, if you let me in and tell me your name, I'd happily show you what I can do when I actually get human anatomy."

"I'm Kara." She stands aside. "Come in."