you knew better than to stray from the path, where you were safe with the rest of them. curiosity is like a magnet, pulling you closer to danger, and you were so curious about what you thought was a dog at the treeline. the glimpse pulls you in, wandering into my territory; it seems gentle and welcoming at first, doesn't it, the soft mossy ground and the warm wind, lulling you into naive security as you follow the shadow of what you swear has to be a dog, running into the woods. You call out to the creature, but there is no response, so you go deeper in to the woods, into the silence of isolation.
the canopy is thick and the shadows grow heavy. you can't see the dog anymore. was there ever even a dog, or was it your imagination? and what way did you come from? the wind is cold around you, no longer a kind greeting. and a growl is rising from the bushes.
watching with the eyes of a predator who has trapped fresh prey.
running means nothing. i lunge; you feel the calloused paws of a beast pin you to the jagged dirt and exposed roots, long claws stabbing against your flesh. you scream in fear, trying to escape me; thin, deep lines on your body well up with blood as my claws carve in, and i grab the back of your neck in my jaws and hold you down underneath me. i gouge at your thighs as i viciously rip away whatever may be covering your lower body. my claws are mercilessly sharp and i do not care about your safety or comfort.
you can feel a thick, tapered cock press against your hole. i wrap my front paws around your hips and slowly drive my cock into your hole, and when i hear you crying, i snarl in victory and close my teeth down a little more, just enough to make your neck bleed. i lick the blood from your skin, and the taste starts to drive me into pure instinct. i brutalize your hole, ignoring any screaming or complaining, because its all going to turn into desperate panting and moaning anyway. you cant help but start to love how it feels for this demonic monster to use you, to know you were tricked by it into leaving safety and becoming its victim. this is the last thing you'll ever feel. enjoy it.
my knot is slamming against your hole as it swells from the rutting. i'm getting more and more violent with you, my jaws getting tighter and tighter. you're starting to struggle to breathe. my fangs puncture into your esophagus with a crunch and i force my knot into your hole. i keep grinding down against you as you gasp for air, cumming on my knot while your face starts to turn purple. and when i finally start to fill you with my hot, corrupted seed, i rip your head from your body and brutally end your suffering. once i can finally free my spent cock from your dead hole, i take your severed head, and use your open throat to cockwarm myself so i can brutalize your body again.
