Moonlight
by Tisvex
A request from someone who wishes to remain anonymous.
In the dead of night, in the middle of a forest, lit by moonlight.
Cracking twigs on the ground could be heard, a human man was racing for his life; as hard as he could, one of the few living souls in a cursed forest, deemed too dangerous by the surrounding villages to even be entered during the day.
The man had been running for what seemed like hours, drenched in sweat, dying of thirst, heart beating out of his chest. No matter what he tried, ducking in caves, going through a river and creek, the shadow chasing him endlessly was relentless.
The human stumbled, losing his footing, and started to trip.
Before he could react, a flash of black and shining yellow, terrifying eyes raced towards him. Expecting a quick death, he closed his eyes to wait for the inevitable;
It didn't come.
What did come was a lumbering beast, 8 feet tall, a Werewolf. The bipedal creature grabbed the man by his neck, slightly digging in his claws, and slammed him into a nearby dead tree laying on the ground. Starting to black out; what he thought to be his life fading away, his mind slowly dissolved into the darkness of his mind.
His eyes started to flutter, awoken by the moonlight. And something else.
Coming back to reality, the man was pinned to the ground. The werewolf had it's foot, claws extended, dug into his chest. He couldn't breathe. Desperate, the man struggled, trying to get the beast off him. It didn't matter. The Were seemed to enjoy the sight of the man struggling; ever so slightly twisting his foot and claws into him.
Finally, it relented. The lad on the ground twisted and wheezed, chest slightly bleeding from the claw marks; coughing and greedily taking in as much oxygen as he could, fearing he would be deprived again.
The Werewolf stood above him, with what looked like a grin on it's teeth and maw, staring down with its electric yellow eyes. The man's heart nearly stopped.
The creature leaned down swiftly, grabbing the man by his neck; it hauled him with a single arm, over to a tree. Pinning the man again, it's face closed in on him. The man felt the breath of the beast, disgusted by the smell. The Werewolf started to lick the mans face, quickly taking the opportunity to shove it's tongue in his mouth.
The human male gagged not only at the sudden intrusion, but at the taste. Being a complete virgin himself, unable to even get an arranged marriage in his village, his first sexual experience was with a monster.
The Werewolf was relentless, almost shoving its beastly tongue down his throat; both of their saliva mixing in each other?s mouths. After what felt like an eternity; the black beast finally mercifully stopped, allowing the man to get air again.
He started yelling and screaming for help, his pointless cries echoing throughout the moonlit forest. The Werewolf rapidly put his entire hand across half his face and mouth, and pressed; the human understanding that what he did was a mistake.
Letting go, the Werewolf expeditiously pinned the man with it's chest against the tree; the man was enveloped in the musk and sweat. It didn't faze the man; if anything he started to slightly enjoy himself. Being pinned against a tree, basked in the heat of the monster, that so far had spared him from death.
The Werewolf was panting, its heat and odour of it's breath encircling the man. Slowly, the man felt a hardness growing, moving up his chest. He looked down, the sight of a growing, colossal red cock arising out of the monsters sheath.
The man was frightened, his heart starting to race. He now knew why the beast had kept him alive.
Smiling at the man, the Werewolf pinned him once again, rubbing his sweaty fur and underarms over his face and body. It was marking him as his.
He was now at the mercy of the beast, who was very obviously intelligent; turned into nothing more than a plaything. Nobody was coming to help him. This was happening. His ankle hurt from the fall, his chest still bleeding; his head still dizzy from the initial slam of the Werewolf, he had no more fight left.
The man went limp, finally giving in. The Werewolf noticed succinctly, and took the opportunity to kiss the man. This time there was no fight, the man making out with the monster back, thinking he might be better off. Maybe, if he were lucky, it would let him live.
Breaking the embrace, the Werewolf picked the man up in it's arms; holding him bridal style, and began to walk. After a few minutes, it set him down next to a river. Laying on the ground, defeated, the man readied himself for what was about to come.
Staring at the stars, the man suddenly had his vision blocked by black. Black fur.
The creature sat on the mans face, burying him in the earthy, musky scent of the beast. He struggled, able to inhale a small amount of tainted air; his head being pressed into small pebbles causing him pain. The movement entertained the Werewolf, the creature starting to stroke itself as the man struggled against his opening.
After what felt like an aeon for the man, drenched in the liquids of the creatures ass fur; the scent of the beast being branded into his mind; he felt more movement above him. The Werewolf was pleasuring itself, rubbing it's pointed shaft and knot. Its pace quickened, and it quickly got off the mans face, turning around and shot ropes of cum across the battered man.
It just marked its bitch. Its new mate.
Holding itself horizontally above the man, it lowered itself down; planting a wet, slobbery kiss. It gently rubbed the man's bruises and dirt marks on his body, seemingly caring for his new mate. It licked his wounds, cleaning the blood off. The Werewolf was about to pick up the man, but suddenly darted its head up.
Suddenly, distant yelling and shouting could be heard. An army of villagers and guards, holding an assortment of weapons, was running towards the Werewolf and his mate.
With no time, the beast quickly ran off into the moonlit forest, leaving him behind.
The man yelled out for help, the villager group running up to him. Most ran past him, but some stayed behind, helping the bloody and battered man. They brought him to his shaky feet, and a few left with him back to the closest town and the edge of the woods.
After a few days of rest, and his wounds treated, the man was taken back to his own village.
He made it back to his house, safe and sound.
Over the day, he could not stop thinking about what had transpired. What the beast had done to him. His smell. His breath. His kiss. The almost tenderness at the end of their meeting.
The man started to get hard.
Doing his daily chores, his subconscious constantly reminded him of his ordeal. With the sun setting, he debated going back into the forest.
Night time had arrived; the moon completely full, basking the land in a white-blue glow.
Drinking mead, the man stood at his farm; he had a choice to make.
He walked.
To the cursed forest's edge.
At the edge of the darkness, the man paused.
Yellow eyes, shined back in the Moonlight.
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