1 comments/ 16878 views/ 3 favorites Bane of the Lone Wolf Ch. 01 By: MisterDevils My name is Raoul Aurele. I have spent my entire life wandering from town to village to hamlet, searching for my place in this world. I am pursued and hunted everywhere I go. But...this isn't all that surprising, as people really don't take kindly to une loup-garou; a werewolf. I was born in the northern parts of France, in a nameless village to unknown parents, and since my first memory, I have been tormented and hated by everyone everywhere. When I was still a teenager, at 18 years of age, a human family took me from my parents and literally kept me as...as a pet. I was kept in the corner of their small shack, in old rusted chains. If I shifted into my human form, I'd be beaten...and while I was in my wolf form, they taunted and abused me. The mother of the family, she would make use of my tongue for...her own selfish needs. Then there was the father. Forcing me to help him hunt, I was little more than a crude hound to him. And last, but not least, their daughter. She...was a spoiled girl. Very beautiful, and with a soothing, soft voice, but her personality was that of a siren. She would stroke my back, scratch behind my ears, play with my tail...and then when her parents were not around...her clothing was almost nowhere to be found. She would strip nude the first chance she had, and then she'd push me onto my back, and faster than one could count, she would ride my cock with her insatiable cunt. It really didn't matter to her whether I came or not...so long as she had multiple orgasms. There were a few times I came as well, but more often than not she rode my dick, and right before I was about to cum, she would be satisfied and leave me, panting, lustful and disappointed. For several long, miserable years, my life was nothing but what I have described, sexual abuse and forced hunting. Finally, the mother and father were killed in a raid by marauders, and the daughter was taken by the scoundrels to be a slave, I assume. I was ignored, thought to be a large dog, as I did not stand on my hind legs or reveal my fingers. When they were all gone, I slipped over to the father's corpse and took the key from a pouch at his waist, freeing myself at long last. I stepped outside, looking at the destroyed village with a long sigh. From then on, my life became one of constant wandering. I would journey through the wilderness, hunting for my food and sleeping in the grass under the stars. Every now and then, on certain occasions, I would come across a village or a town, and usually I would steal some meat, though I once stole a leather kilt which I've worn ever since. There was one particular day of theft which brought some interesting happenings into my life... I fled the butchery, escaping the cleaver of the butcher as I carried the raw meat in my mouth, bounding down the street through crowds of villagers. I glanced over my shoulder, turning a corner and dashing off into the trees, up a hill and into the forest. I didn't stop running until I was miles away, and when I finally did, I sat down against a log, gnawing at the raw meat for a good long while, until there was nothing but a few bones left. Satisfied as far as hunger went, I leaned my head back, listening to the calls of the birds and the soft rush of a nearby stream. Closing my eyes, I thought over my life, and soon my memory was lingering on the daughter of that family that enslaved me for so long. Her name was Katherine. The more I thought of her, the more I was filled with a burning hatred, until soon I was angry without any real reason. I clenched my furred hands into fists, until suddenly my ears perked, catching the sound of boots crushing twigs and blades of grass, and men talking to one another. Turning around and peering over the log, I noticed a small band of men walking together, all armed to a degree with daggers and short swords. They were dragging a naked girl behind them, who was chained at the wrists and being led by another chain around her neck. I watched with mild interest, as they walked for a good while, finally setting up camp maybe a quarter of a mile from where I sat. I stared at their fire off in the distance, tempted to go and see if there was anything worth stealing. Finally, I decided to go after night descended, and I lay against the log, closing my eyes and curling my tail around my waist as I fell into a light slumber. When I awoke, it was dark, the many stars twinkling brightly through the canopy of leaves that the forest provided. I yawned, my tongue curling as I stretched lazily, before sitting up and peering over the log. The fire of the men was still going, although it had been reduced to a few embers and a small flame. I waited until my vision cleared, and my body felt awake and ready, before I vaulted over the log, bounding swiftly towards the camp, careful to avoid twigs and bark, making as little noise as possible. I slowed to a creeping walk once I was within one hundred feet of their camp, concealing myself in the foliage, peering around their campsite. The seven men that made up their band were sleeping against trees and on the soft dirt, with the bound girl quite far away from the fire, chains binding her to a large tree. She was easily 80 feet or more from the nearest man. I snuck around the edge of the camp, and then away from it as I neared her. Finally, I found myself face to face with her, and upon studying her features, I came to a sudden realization. It was Katherine. I retreated a bit, my eyes wide with shock, and in doing so, I stepped on a twig. The resulting snap caused Katherine's eyes to shoot open, and within moments of seeing me her eyes widened and a happy smile replaced her solemn expression. I glared at her in return, although she didn't seem to notice. "Oh, puppy..." She insisted on calling me that since her family enslaved me, and it was apparent she was still going to. "You came to free me..." Free her. Hah. I walked up to her, and she lifted her chained hands to my muzzle, stroking it almost affectionately. I only stared back coldly, and eventually she took notice. "Puppy...aren't you going to release me...?" She asked softly, a hurt tone to her voice. I nodded, and she smiled a relieved smile, only to notice my cold expression remained. I held up my index finger, and she tilted her head with confusion, clearly not understanding. Rolling my eyes with impatience, I placed my furry hands on her shoulders and slowly pushed her down onto her knees. She stared up at me with wide eyes, clearly unsure of what was happening and possibly in mild shock. She then slowly lowered her gaze to my cock, which was now hard. After all, despite her downright evil personality, she was absolutely attractive with her long, chocolate-colored hair and brilliant green eyes...not to mention a thin, healthy body with perky breasts and a round, tempting bottom. To get her to understand, I pushed my cock forward towards her lips, and she leaned her head back, eyes widening with alarm. "No, puppy, please! Just let me go!" She begged, looking up at me with pleading eyes. Growling, I placed a hand on the back of her head, and forced my cock against her lips, and after pushing for a moment, I forced my thick dick into her hot, wet mouth. She shut her eyes tightly, her lips just barely able to stretch around my cock, as I proceeded to slowly force her to bob her head up and down on my long, thick length. She moaned in humiliation as I closed my eyes, grunting in pleasure. She struggled weakly against my hand guiding her head, as I fucked her face with leisure, my cock causing her to gag and choke. After a good five minutes of forced oral fucking, she reluctantly began to suck on my cock, caressing the underside of the head with her tongue as I growled softly, still clenching a fistful of her hair in my hand. She began to suck harder, bobbing her head a bit faster as my cock swelled and stiffened, my own orgasm imminent. I thrust my dick between her lips, groaning as her moist, hot mouth engulfed a little more than half of my length. With a final grunt, I started to cum, shooting a stream of my seed into her mouth before I pulled out and held her head still with my hand in her hair, stroking my cock with the other as I covered her face with stream upon stream of my cum. She gasped, her eyes shut tight, as she panted, my hot cum coating her face as her chest heaved. She began to cry softly, quiet sobs reaching my ears. I sneered down at her, pleased with myself, as I let go of her hair, letting her fall to the ground. I turned and began to walk away, the scent of her arousal reaching my sensitive nose. I was glad she was going to be left disappointed. She deserved it. Bane of the Lone Wolf Ch. 02 It had been several days since I'd had my little run-in with Katherine, and since then I'd made my way up to the northern coasts of my homeland, following a few travelers who smelled an awful lot like wolves. It had struck me as a bit too strange to ignore. After all, I couldn't be the only werewolf in Francia, and it would be interesting if I could find a place for myself to fit in. To make a long story short, I tailed them carefully as they traveled, keeping a good distance between us and doing my best to stay downwind, just as a precaution. They were camping in front of a very large system of caves, and I watched them curiously from the trees. It seemed to be a sign that I might be right about them. Werewolves would be more inclined to stay near or in caves than humans, that's for certain. I had been returning from hunting one night when I saw them: three werewolves, all sitting atop the rock that made up the caves, as they raised their heads, howling up at the cold night sky. I immediately dropped the dead deer I'd been carrying, and raised my head as well, answering their howl. They all jerked their heads towards me, staring with wide, cautious eyes as I lowered my muzzle, approaching them slowly. I stared back at them, and for what seemed like eternity, we simply stared at each other. Then, they cautiously approached me, sniffing and poking their muzzles at me as I did the same. Finally, one of them, a female, growled at me, and strangely enough, I understood its meaning. For convenience, I'll be translating all growls into something that you can understand. The female werewolf growled, "Who are you and what are you doing here...?" Her tone wasn't friendly, but it was not horribly hostile, either. I stared at her for a while before I replied quietly, "My name is Raoul. I just happened to be hunting along the coast here when I heard your howl." I thought it would be in my better interest if they didn't know I'd actually followed them simply out of curiosity. One of the other two, the only male, snarled and shook his head. "Well, unless you're of our pack, you shouldn't be here...and I don't recognize you." I shrugged. "Well, sorry, I don't belong to any pack...Actually; I've never met any other werewolves before." At this all of their ears perked up. The female who I had spoken to asked, "Never? Have you been locked in a cellar for all of your life?" I grinned bitterly. "More or less, yes." My response earned a series of odd looks and the three of them exchanging glances, as I went on. "I was a slave up until just a few seasons ago. Didn't see much outside of a tiny village..." The male wolf snapped, "Your life story doesn't concern us. Just be on your way, pup, and leave us be." Before I could respond, two more werewolves came out of the trees, then shortly afterward, five more. More and more wolves showed up, and soon the entire system of caves and the general area around it was full of happily growling and snarling werewolves. I was amazed; who knew that there were this many of my kind? And all together, at once! It was awe-inspiring. I leaped down from the rock before the male wolf could continue trying to force me to leave, and mixed into the crowd of wolves below. It didn't take long for the male wolf to give up on finding me, and as soon as I saw him return to the two females he had originally traveled with, I took a better look around the crowd. Now that I took a closer look...quite a few of the werewolves were female, and it didn't take long for me to start 'examining' some of them more intimately. Normally I'd be a bit less blunt, but...woof, some of them were the kind of sexy little bitches you just want to fuck the moment you see them. I leaned against a boulder as I scanned the crowd, enjoying myself for the first time in quite a while, and so enraptured by the enticing curves of the bitch werewolves that I didn't notice the female wolf until she was quite literally pressed against me, looking up at my then-busy eyes. I jumped when she 'spoke', "Hello there..." I blinked and looked down, surprised I hadn't notice the lusty-looking female who was quite literally pressing up against me. "Hello...is there something you need of me, mademoiselle...?" I asked, doing my best to seem like I didn't feel as if I was intruding into something foreign to me. "Oh, I'm not sure, monsieur, I've simply never seen you before at a pack gathering and I thought I might come entertain you..." At this I smirked, and quite naturally slipped into a state of mind where my concerns are of a dirty variety. "Well, I'm very glad you would be so kind, mademoiselle...but perhaps I'll end up being the one who 'entertains' you, eh?" She giggled, or at least it was the equivalent sound which I cannot really describe. For a while she simply stared up at me, hints of a smile on her muzzle, as I let my imagination get carried away with what I might do to such a female. And before I knew it the two of us had slipped away from the main crowd of werewolves, deep into one of the caves, until both of us stumbled and we ended up on the floor, our muzzles pressed together and paws exploring each others' bodies. Though she did not know, it was certainly a new experience for me. Up until that point, anything sexual that had happened to me hadn't been very pleasant, and it had been with that wretched family whose names I hope to forget. But then, with her, I felt my fur against hers and heard her soft moans when my cock ground against her pussy, and I felt a surge of lust and confidence that hadn't ever overtaken me before, and I leaned my muzzle down, taking one of her hard nipples between my fangs and biting down on it in short, rapid nibbles, causing her to gasp and arch her back beneath me. I took her other breast in one of my paws, kneading and squeezing her sensitive flesh as she continued to yip and yelp beneath me, her paws on the back of my head, pushing down encouragingly. I suckled on her nipple for a while before suddenly trailing my tongue down her stomach, past her waist, to tease her inner thighs with it, the tip of my long tongue almost touching her wet cunt, but not quite. She whined in frustration and tried to push her pussy against my muzzle, but I held her hips down firmly as I continued to playfully torment this sexy little bitch whose name I did not know. Finally, I flicked her clit with my tongue, taking it between my fangs and sucking hard, earning a long, low moan from her as her paws clenched my fur tightly. Fortunately, my horrible experiences with that human family did give me some rather good practice when it came to this particular activity. I began to lick her pussy in long, slow motions, occasionally taking the lips of her cunt between my fangs, gently putting a bit of pressure on them with the points. But as I continued eating out this helpless little bitch, I couldn't help but remember all the pain that I had endured in such a similar position, and all the hate and the anger and viciousness surged in me. I pulled back suddenly, yanking the bitch up by the fur on her head as I stood. I pulled her muzzle toward my cock, growling, "Suck." She looked up at me with shocked eyes, but she hesitantly opened her muzzle, and I thrust my cock into her warm, wet mouth, as she began to lick and suck my dick gently, almost shyly, which I assumed meant this was her first time doing such a thing. I groaned, closing my eyes, my fist still holding some of her fur tightly as I put my other paw on the wall of the cave to support myself, my hips thrusting reflexively at some points as her tongue ran over some of the more sensitive spots on my thick cock. As my cock became more slick due to her efforts, she began to bob her head with increasing speed, earning a sharp growl from me as I bucked my hips, my muscles tensing slightly as the points of her sharp fangs just barely brushed against the sensitive skin of my dick. I let her go on for some time; until I thought my cock was slick enough that it was ready for what I had in mind. I tugged her off of my dick, earning a confused look from her as I lifted her to her feet, and turned her around, roughly pushing her against the wall of the cave. She yelped as I yanked her tail up, exposing her tight pucker to me, as I aligned the head of my cock with it and began to push. She whined and her paws gripped at the wall of the cave, her hips trying to push away from mine as the head of my cock was pushed and pressed against her tight tailhole. She cried out as it began to stretch her unwilling pucker open, and the head of my dick slowly began to slide into her. She glanced back at me, and I looked into her eyes, which were watery, resulting in her quickly looking back towards the cave wall. As my cock was inched into her tight tailhole, she continued to whine and yelp, her body pressed against the wall of the cave in an unsuccessful attempt to avoid my dick. Finally, my cock was completely buried in her unwilling ass, and I just stood there, pinning her against the wall, as she whimpered softly, occasionally sashaying her hips in a way that I found rather sexy. When her whimpers became less frequent, I started to pull my cock back, only to thrust it back into her tight tailhole, earning a loud yelp from her. I groaned in her ear, as her tight ass was squeezing my cock so firmly, it was sheer ecstasy. I continued to forcefully stretch her tight pucker in long, slow thrusts as she yelped and cried like a pup whose tail has been bitten. Her yelps and whimpers stirred a lust in me that was insatiable, and it wasn't long before I was rapidly pounding my cock into her unwilling tailhole, her resulting whines encouraging me even more so. So enraptured was I with the pleasure of fucking this little bitch's tight ass, that it took me some time to notice she had begun to buck back a little bit with each thrust. I grinned when I finally realized it. The cute and unwilling bitch was still enjoying this, if only on a physical level. I yanked on her tail, pulling her hips back a bit so she was forced to bend over to support herself on the wall, while making it easier for me to fuck the little bitch's tailhole as hard as I pleased. With each thrust, I could feel the tension and the pressure in my muscles building, signs of a hard orgasm that was yet to come, as the cute little wolf in front of me cried and yelped, her body betraying her physical enjoyment of such treatment. I felt it, the moment just before the climax, and in my lust, I yanked her tail as hard as I could, causing her to scream and lean her head back. I caught one of her wolfish ears in my fangs, growling as I came hard in the cute little wolf's ass. She whined and cried as we stood there, her still impaled on my cock as my chest heaved with each heavy breath. I finally stepped back, pulling out of her and pulling my paws away from her. She collapsed onto the cold cave floor, the sobs wracking her body the only sign that she was alive. I looked down at her as the erotic haze cleared from my mind, and it began to dawn on me what I had done, my paws flexing as rationality returned to me. The female continued to cry softly on the cold floor before me, and I stared wordlessly, in shock at my own actions. Bane of the Lone Wolf Ch. 03 I tore away from the gathering a few minutes after my orgasm, sprinting as quickly as I could, my hind-paws padding over the ground with reckless abandon as I snarled with fury at myself, raking my claws through the trunks of the trees I passed. How could I have abused the poor wolf girl in such a way? I knew exactly how terrible and awful it felt to be on the receiving end of such torment... Was I really so wrong in the head? I slowed my rushed footsteps, as I came to the edge of a waterfall's pool, the soft splash of the falls reaching my ears like nature's music. I stared at the deep black pool that reflected the moon's light, catching glimpse of my own demon-like reflection in it. What in God's name had come over me...? I could not answer this question, and I struggled with it for what seemed like an eternity. I eventually knelt down to drink from the pool when I was suddenly tackled from behind into the water, and I yelped in surprise, wrestling with the shadowy form entangled with me. A claw swiped my muzzle, and as I recoiled from the blow, a padded foot slammed into my chest, knocking me onto my back in the shallow water, as I looked up at a wolf at least a foot taller than me. "You wretched little bastard!" The large wolf snarled, lifting me by the scruff of my neck, his eyes glaring daggers into mine. I flattened my ears as I attempted to growl back, only to be shaken and thrown into the shallow waters again on my stomach. Before I could even lift myself up, a paw wrapped around my tail and yanked my hips upward, pulling my arms out from under me. I yelped at the pain, before my mind registered what exactly this position suggested, and I increased my struggling tenfold. "You thought you could just force yourself on my sister and nothing would come of it?!" "NO!" I roared and thrashed my legs, kicking back at the muscular wolf, only to feel him yank my tail again and smack my rear with his paw, as he leaned over me. "An eye for an eye, Pup." I bucked beneath him in a futile attempt to wrench myself free of his grip, the couple inches of water around me rippling and splashing as my paws disturbed it. My eyes dilated in horror as he lifted my tail up and I felt something thick, hard, and hot to the touch press against my tailhole. I quickly shifted my hips away as much as I could, but he forced me back into position within a couple minutes, even as I quaked beneath him. I started to snarl another demand to be released, but it went from fierce growl to a feminine squeal as I felt the head of his throbbing wolfcock force its way into my virgin rear, and my paws flexed, digging into the soft mud beneath the water as I clenched my eyes tightly, tears forming at their corners. "NONONOPLEASESTOP!" I thrashed my head from side to side as he seized a fistful of my headfur with his free paw, and yanked backward, forcing my head to lean back as he shoved another inch of his wolfhood into my ass. My eyes cracked open and I could barely see anything through my own tears, as I let out a choked whine, feeling the strong wolf force his cock into my tailhole, inch after inch, until I felt so full that I could barely breathe, and his heavy balls were pressed against mine. I whimpered and cried openly now, ashamed and hurt, wracked with sobs, and only met with a sneer and cold laugh from my tormentor. "We're only getting started, bitch..." I flinched at the term, only to gasp and claw at the ground beneath the water as he started to thrust in and out of my rear in short, fast movements at first. "Oh god...!" I sobbed breathlessly, burying my face in my arms as I felt his shaft pound into me, again and again, his balls slapping against mine as he grunted in his sadistic pleasure, the head of his cock so deep inside me I felt impaled. As he continued to violently sodomize me, my eyes happened to catch a glimpse of our reflection in the moonlit water, and a cold, chilling shiver ran up my spine as I truly appeared to be a bitch in the image... Suddenly he spanked my upturned rump with one paw, the other still gripping the base of my tail, and I couldn't help but gasp sharply, as he did it several more times, one after the other, until I was pleading incoherently for him to stop. The searing pain of his cock stretching me open, now accompanied by the sting of his spanks, left me crying into my forearms, letting out soft grunts with every thrust as I tried to stifle my reactions, if only to deny him that pleasure. Gradually, his thrusts deepened and his force increased, until each shove of his cock shook my entire frame, and his hips slapped against the cheeks of my rump with unbelievable ferocity. I would have cried louder, except a new horror had appeared to torture me further: the strong wolf's cock was touching...something, deep inside me that I couldn't help but whine in weak pleasure for, despite my mental screams of protest. "Turns out you were born to be a bitch yourself, eh pup?" the large wolf growled, with a mix of amusement and disdain that made me feel mortified. "N...no...!" I protested in a barely audible whisper, wiping the tears from my muzzle with the back of my paw. I must have angered him with my continued denial, as he increased the force of his pounding and started to spank me with every thrust, forcing whimpers and cries out of me so loud I might've woken the whole forest. "Unh..unf..rrff...umf...p-please...!" I desperately tried to stop him now, as I could feel the very beginnings that led to an orgasm starting to build. My pleas fell on deaf ears as the strong wolf brutally forced me to submit, his thick, throbbing cock slamming into my tight ass over and over, his paws spanking, slapping, and pulling my tail and headfur. I arched my back and screamed one last protest as I tried to physically restrain my orgasm, but his continued thrusting pushed me over the edge and I felt my face heat with the worst shame as I emptied my seed into the water beneath me. My shame was worsened by the fact that the larger wolfhood was still working its way in and out of me, and the big, powerful male behind me started to grunt in a way that terrified me. "P-p-please, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...!" I shook and begged helplessly, already humiliated and feeling that having him claim me as his bitch would be unbearable. Soon, despite my last, final cries, I heard him howl in passion, and then I felt him lean forward and clamp his jaws on my neck in a deep, claiming bite as I felt something hot and thick spill into my rump. I wept miserably as he took his time pulling his spent shaft out of me, releasing my neck and standing up behind me, spitting on my rump with a laugh. I heard his footsteps splash through the water and then pad over the grass, until eventually I could no longer detect him. I don't know how long I lay there, my heart pounding as tears ran down my muzzle, dripping into the water beneath me. Finally, after what seemed like a thousand minutes, I started to crawl through the shallow water, yelping as I realized how bruised I was, my tailhole aching and my fur muddy. I eventually had to stand and wade weakly through the pool, until I was under the powerful falls, and I remained there for quite some time, letting the icy liquid rush over my form. I hoped that it would at least lessen my shame, and I suppose the numbness helped some. When I returned to the shallow edge of the pool, I collapsed in the inch-deep water, feeling isolated, mortified, and unnerved, as my eyelids became heavy. As I struggled to forget the feeling of the bigger wolf, in every way, I somehow drifted into the realm of unconsciousness.