Her Wicked Den
#2 of The She-Wolf's Lust
The night was eerily quiet; normally the various nocturnal wildlife would be skittering about and making their calls out into the forest. As John walked forward with his captor, he heard nothing. It was if the forest itself was silent, mourning his doomed fate. The only thing he could hear was the sound of his shoes crunching on the forest floor along with the silent thuds the she-wolf's paws made as she stepped. It seemed to be almost pitch black right now, the light from the moon and starry sky were only able to make it through cracks in the thick forest canopy. John kept tripping over tree roots, rocks, and other things that his human vision had a hard time seeing.
"What is taking you so long, Human? You are going at such a slow pace. Are you really such a clumsy creature?" the she-wolf asked in a nasty tone.
"Humans do not have good eyesight in the dark like other animals do. I can't see any of these damn rocks. Since you are dragging me through a forest in the middle of the night, you should have prepared to wait for me if I take a while," John grumbled back,
Suddenly the she-wolf whipped around and knocked John flat on his back with her large paws, pinning him to the ground. She lowered her head so her muzzle was just inches from his face and let out a large growl. The most unnerving thing was that her black fur blended in with the darkness, making her blue eyes and dripping white fangs almost pop out of thin air. She only had two paws and part of her weight on him but she seemed to be crushing down on him, making it hard for John to breath. With the fierce glare in her eyes and the deep, throaty growl she was making, John obviously had pissed her off. In his current situation, he didn't think that was the wisest thing to do.
"What the hell did you say to me? I am supposed to wait for you? You may be out of the loop, human, but the prey does not tell the predator what to do. I will not slow down for you. You will go at whatever speed I tell you too. If your eyes are so useless, I might as well eat them out of your face. The thing I want from you isn't anything above the waist," she snarled in a much more bestial than sentient fashion.
"No, please don't! Don't eat my eyes I beg of you. I won't do it again, spare me," John begged, shutting his eyes tightly in fear of this massive wolf eating them right out of his skull.
"That is more like it human. I see you are capable of learning after all. Now then, since you are moving so slow, I am going to give you a ride. I will make this clear, this won't be frequent, so don't ask me for a ride so I can carry you around like some kind of slave. Now climb onto my back, I am tired of waiting," The she-wolf barked impatiently.
John was a little confused about this offer. He wasn't so sure about riding on this enormous wolf's back. At the same time he was so terrified of her he couldn't say no. The wolf kneeled down a little so it would be easier for John to climb up her great back. Once he was on top, she briskly stood up as if John weighed nothing and dashed through the woods. The surprised human instinctively grabbed her fur to hold on as this wolf seemed to travel at an unnatural speed. It felt like they were going fifty miles an hour, tearing through the forest towards some unknown destination. During this ride on his captor, John saw how impossible it would be to try and run from her. She could probably catch him if he was driving his car.
The she-wolf ran at this blistering pace for quite some time. With the speed she was going, John guess that they were miles away from his campsite. What was disturbing him the most right now was where they seemed to be heading. Even though he could not see much at all do to the pitch-black night, John could feel something was wrong. The air, the trees, everything had almost a spooky and evil feel to it. It was like this place was out of a horror story, like it wasn't part of the normal world. The whole idea of it was crazy but then again what better place for a monster to live then in a realm of twisted fantasy.
John was just wondering when they would get to wherever this she-wolf was taking him when suddenly she started to slow down. If a place could smell of doom and despair, it would be at this cave the wolf stopped in front of. It was carved deep into the mountain side and the area around it smelled of death. The mouth of a cave looked just like that, the open jaws of some nightmarish beast ready to consume those who entered. John was shaking so hard that the she-wolf could feel him vibrating on her back. Her grizzly, black muzzle twisted into a wicked smile, she just loved the terror her little home gave to those who were brought there.
The wolf then started to walk into the cave with her human captive still clinging on her back. It had been a while since she had a "guest", and she was quite excited. This one seemed to be especially fun, practically being driven insane with fear. It will be quite easy to break him. The last thing John wanted to do was go into wolf's lair but he had no choice. All he could do as the dark depths of the cave seem to envelope him was to pray. Pray with all of his might that he would somehow make it out of here alive. He never wanted to lose hope because it felt that in this place, if he lost hope then all was lost.
It was a few more minutes when suddenly John noticed a surprising glow in the cave. Strange crystal-like minerals in the cave walls gave of a weird, purple glow that illuminated the cave. He could see the cave floor now, which he soon regretted as he saw the massive amount of bones that littered it. They seemed to be from all sorts of creatures, many of them quite large. Horrific crunching sounds reached Johns ears as the weight of the she-wolf crushed the smaller bone she stepped on. He wasn't surprised, a wolf of her size could eat pretty much whatever she wanted. He just hoped human wasn't on the menu any time soon. Still, looking at this graveyard of bones made him wondered how many humans had met their end here.
At last, John's abductor stopped in a large, den-like chamber in the cave. There were plenty of those strange, glowing crystals in this chamber, illuminating it with their purple light. It would be almost pretty if it were for the large plies of bones here and there along with the smell of decaying flesh. The she-wolf walked into the center of this large chamber and then shook the human off her back, sending him to the stone floor. Now flat on his back, John looked up to see the she-wolf's black fur bathed in that purplish hue that filled this place. For a second he was almost taking aback by her eerie beauty. However, as soon as John saw her give him another one of her wicked smile, he knew no amount of beauty could cover up her black heart.
"How do you like your new home, human? I think it is quite a nice little forest retreat. It has that wonderful scent of death and I think the bloody bones compliment the crystals nicely," the she-wolf said with a nasty laugh.
"New home?" John asked as he started to fill with dread.
"Yes, do I have to repeat myself? You are going to be staying here with me for now on. I hope you will get comfy soon, since you are not going to leave," the wolf replied as she stared at John intently with those piercing blue eyes.
"Please, I beg of you. I don't know if I did something to wrong your kind, like encroach on you territory. I am sorry if I did something wrong. I will make it up to you I swear. I will do whatever you want. Please, just let me go. Let me return to my family and friends, I beg of you," pleaded John, tears rolling down his cheeks as he started to cry.
The she-wolf stared at the crying human, begging her to show him mercy. Unfortunately for him, this wicked wolf never felt a weak emotion like mercy. She began to smile at the sight of the pathetic human and walked up to him, licking up some of the tears on his face. They were salty and at the same time she found them beautifully exquisite. For a sadistic monster such as herself, she found the suffering and terror of her prey so blissfully arousing.
"You don't quite get it do you? The reason I will never let you go is you are what I desire. I found you and I made you mine, human. I own every inch of your body, your heart, and your soul. You exist now to satisfy me. Now take of those clothes so I can enjoy my prize," the she-wolf said eagerly, staring at the cowering human in front of her.
John didn't see any choice in the matter. He decided he would rather strip himself then let her do it for him. He began to take of his shoes and socks, followed by his shirt, and then his pants and boxers. The wolf stared at him as he unclothed himself, her teeth gleamed in the purple light as she smiled. John felt a little awkward to have this huge black wolf staring at him as he stripped but he knew she will do a lot worse things then watch his nude body. The she-wolf was quite happy, finally she was able to get a look at the humans full nudity.
John was tall, about 6'3" and also appeared to be quite thin. He had a thick batch of curly brown pubic hair and some chest hair, showing that he had reached an age of maturity in human standards. His short brown hair was quite messy and wind-blown from the trip and his green eyes were trying to look away from her. He was decently endowed for a human, his penis looking to be about six inches in length while flaccid. He looked quite frail and weak, something the she-wolf adored in her prey. The smaller and weaker they are, the easier it was for her to push them around.
The great she-wolf walked to the feet of the human laying on the cave floor and began to lick the sole of his right foot with her tongue. John was a little surprised by this, feeling the light tickling sensation as she licked his toes. The wolf then put his entire foot in her mouth and began to suck on it. John was surprised by this since he didn't think anything could put his size fifteen foot in their mouth but the wolf's massive muzzle was able to practically engulf it. After a little while, she repeated the same process with his other foot and then began to lick up from his ankle all the way up to his thighs.
John could do nothing but watch this beast lick and taste him, her thick saliva still tickling between his toes. It was almost like she was giving him a tongue bath but he knew they was she took her time and savored it she wasn't grooming him. She was getting her sick pleasure form him and his taste. She made it up his inner thighs and finally to his groin. Just like before, she greedily swallowed his penis and scrotum, sucking and licking them. The she-wolf seemed to take great time licking his manhood, lathering it in her warm saliva as she enjoyed its succulent taste. If he wasn't spent earlier in the woods, he would have came in those drooling jaws right now. The beast would like that and John was secretly happy that he denied her of that pleasure.
Letting go of his penis and scrotum with her wet jaws, John's captor did another thing that surprised him. She shoved her nose straight into his anus. The wolf breathed in deeply, inhaling his scent. The anus was where she found the scent and taste was the strongest. She began to lick around his tight anus, almost being driven mad with the scent and flavor. John started to blush, never having anyone give attention to him in this way. The she-wolf continued to lick on and around the human's anus, her hot spit dripping down the rest of his butt. It felt like she was send that large, wide canine tongue into him. However, she did not penetrate him, instead moving on after a few minutes to enjoy the rest of his body.
The wolf continued to lick and savor ever inch of his body. The human had such a wonderful taste that she couldn't get enough. John's entire body was sticky with her hot spit, leaving him feeling violated. He saw the whole thing disgusting and barbaric, licking him like he was some kind of lollypop. The worst part was when she began to lick his face and hair after he knew where her tongue had been. It held back the urge to vomit and looked up at the wolf, wondering what she was going to do to him next. She seemed quite pleased with herself at the moment, so maybe she would give him a break.
"I must say human, you are utterly delicious. I am quite glad I spared such a wonderful toy. I am quite exhausted from our fun and the trip. It is time to rest for tomorrow. Good night human, and don't think that because I am sleeping you can sneak out of here. I am not the only thing you have to worry about outside this cave," she said before giving a large, wolfish yawn before lying down.
John saw this as a good opportunity to put on his clothes once again. Even though the cave sheltered him from the chilling wind, it still was quite drafty in here when he was just in his skin. After he got all of his clothes on, he laid down on the rocky floor. It was still quite cold, even with his clothes, making him wish the wolf would have at least let him bring a coat or sleeping bag. As John looked over at the large, sleeping creature, he started to stare at her thick, black fur. It looked so warm and comfortable to his chilly body. He despised the thought of cuddling with the monster that was keeping him as her prisoner but he didn't see much choice. He got next to her and pressed his body against her fur, feeling the warmth from her body. The she-wolf felt the human press himself up against her for warmth but she didn't say anything. She instead put one of her large forelegs over him and pushed him tight against her, she would have little use for him if he froze to death.
Time passed and John finally woke up from his slumber on the hard cave floor. He was hoping he would wake up in his comfortable sleeping bag, finding out he was just having a terrible nightmare. Alas, all he saw was the cave chamber filled with the glowing crystals and those grim piles of bones. The reality was he was still a prisoner to that horrible beast and he may be her prisoner for the rest of his life. Suddenly John realized the she-wolfs large, warm body wasn't next to him. He looked around the cave and saw she was nowhere in sight. He was left alone in her lair.
John was confused at this discovery. Part of him wanted to run full speed out of this damn place. He had no idea where he was at but he would almost risk it out in the wilderness and face uncertainty then stay here where he knew his fate. However, as much as he wanted to run, the she-wolf had done her job well. The gripping fear she filled this human started to constrict his thoughts. John began to think about how she would know this area better than him. He started to shiver at the thought of what she would do to him when she caught him trying to escape.
After spending a few minutes debating on what to do, the entire conflict became a moot point when John heard sounds from further down the cave. Something was approaching him slowly and it seemed like it was dragging something large and heavy. The scared human felt chills down his spine and he started to hope it was just that she-wolf and not a new, nightmarish creature. Time seemed to drag on forever in this intense moment but John let out a small sigh of relief. The thing that approached him was just his captor. She was dragging the large body of an elk she had killed by its broken and torn neck. The elk was almost as big as her and the fact that she was dragging it like that showed the she-wolf's impressive strength.
The wolf dragged the meal into the center of her "den" and let go of the elk's limp neck. John watched as it bounced slightly, its glazed-over eyes staring out into nothing. This poor creature was defiantly dead but at least it looked like a quick death. The she-wolf lowered her head to the elk's belly and tore it open with her vicious fangs. It was quite a disgusting sight to see this wolf tear into the inside of the carcass and swallowing down chucks of bloody flesh and organs with ghastly gulps. Despite being such a terrible scene, John couldn't look away. He stared almost mesmerized as the wolf enjoyed her dinner.
"What are you waiting for, feed on the elk. You must fill your belly to keep your strength up. I don't want you passing out before I am satisfied," the wolf growls, her black muzzle splashed with the crimson of the elk's blood.
"Um, do you have like a fork, or knife or something. I can't just, uh, chew my way into something like that," John said quietly, keeping his head low in a very submissive fashion in hopes he would not offend her.
"Utensils? Why the hell would a hunter like me use a fork or knife. Hmm, you do have a point human. You have no claws or fangs to tear into raw meat. Your quite defenseless, just like a new born pup. Well if you are going to act like a pup, I might was well feed you like one," the she wolf said in an annoyed fashion.
The great wolf got on her side and showed her under belly to John. He knew immediately what she wanted him to do. In the back of his mind he wanted t leave but like a good pet, he walked up to the lying she-wolf. Now up close to her, John was able to see the parallel rows of thick, black teats that went down her chest and underbelly. He couldn't believe he was going to let this beast nurse him like he was one of her pups. He picked one and wrapped his lips around it before beginning to suckle her.
With the smile that spread across her face, it was apparent that the wolf was enjoying this. It had been a long time since she felt the sensation of nursing. It was quite stimulating and it caused her glands to start releasing her milk into the human's mouth. As her milks came forth from her teat and filled John's throat, he noticed it was nothing like the cow's milk he had at home. It was quite thick and had a much more sour taste. Though it had a strange taste, the wolf's milk was surprisingly filling. The milk he consumed in only a few minutes was leaving him stuffed like he just ate a Thanksgiving dinner. John finally pulled away from the teat once he couldn't drink anymore, a little bit of milk dripping from the corner of his mouth.
"I hope that was filling enough for you human. However, you still have something else to eat. I hope you save room since you are not going to stop until you clean me out," The she-wolf said with another wicked grin.
Once again, John unfortunately knew what she was referring too. Having no other choice, he went around to the rear of the wolf, now in the more comfortable position on her back. Her rear legs were spread apart, giving plenty of room to please her black, meaty vulva. John looked at her juicy sex, taking a deep breath before pressing her face up against her. He started to lick gently around her canine y-shaped slit. He was lightly tasting her, not quite penetrating with his tongue. He found that it had a surprisingly pleasant texture and taste. He began to move his tongue around her slit some more, teasing the wolf a little before finally pushing it in.
Inside the she-wolf was a completely new experience. The depths of her vagina were tight, with many folds and crevices, and was fully of tangy fluids. Just like an explorer in a strange, new land, John began to explore. John wiggled his tongue around as he trying to lap up as much of the wolf's sweet juices as he could. His tongue was prodding and poking around in her vaginal canal as much as it could, sending surges of pleasure throughout the wolf's body he "found" her clitoris. John found that he could get into it by closing his eye and imagining that he was French kissing a strange mouth. His lips began to move about the outside of her slit in kissing motions as his tongue pushed and rubbed again her tightening vaginal walls.
While the human was doing his wonderful work, the she-wolf was enjoying the greatest pleasure she had ever experienced. She started to pant heavily, which was soon followed by deep, wolfish moaning as the human continued to eat her out. It felt like her entire being was being rocked by one massive orgasm. She couldn't stand it anymore, releasing a loud howl as she did her final climax, her wet sex now gushing forth with hot fluids. John had heard of wet orgasms before but this a bit much, almost choking on her wolfish juice as it filled his mouth and dripped down his chin. He pulled his head back for a second to take a breath and swallow down what he could and then went back to clean her up just like she asked. His mouth and tongue was numb from the work they had been through but finally he was finished.
"That was truly amazing! You are a god send, human," the she-wolf gasped, still recovering from that earth-shattering orgasm.
"Well I am glad you like it, I guess. I never actually had any girl compliment me like that before. Don't think I can do that again for a while though," John mumbled, having difficulties speaking with his numbed tongue and jaw.
"Oh don't worry human, what I am going to do you next doesn't involve your mouth. I am going to drain every last drop of your seed. I am going to take you until you are so raw that you scream at me, telling me to stop. Since you filled up on my nutritious milk, you might have the energy to stay conscious through the entire ordeal, but I can't make any promises," the wolf said while making one of the evilest looking smiles John had ever seen.
It unfortunately appeared that the human mistakenly awoken the full extent of the wolf's immense sex drive. She had never felt such pleasure before and now she craved even more satisfaction. John waited with dread for the enormous wolf to ravish his small human body. He prayed to himself that he would survive this sex-starved beast's assault on him with his penis still intact. He closed his eyes and pretended to be somewhere else, hoping that it would make this ordeal finish quicker but he waited for a minute and he didn't feel the wolf so much as press her body against him. John opened his eyes to see the she-wolf sniff the air. A displeased and annoyed look came over her face, something obviously was upsetting her.
"All right human, hide in that large pile of boons over there and don't make so much as a squeak. I am going to leave, something urgent has come up. Don't come out of hiding until I come back, got it," the wolf ordered.
John wanted to ask her what was going on but he knew she would just growl and threaten him if he didn't obey. He decided to crawl into the large pile of bones like the she-wolf ordered, trying to hold his nose. It smelled terrible in here, the stench of decaying flesh from her past meals still clung to these large bones. John wasn't sure, but he hopped most of these large bones came from elks and other large animals like the one the wolf brought into a meal. He peeped out of the bone pile he was hiding in to see the wolf dart down the cave, exiting it. She seemed to be in a rush, angry and almost frantic at the same time. Whatever was going on, it seemed very important.
Remaining in his hiding spot, John began to ponder on why his captor seemed to be so upset. It was stranger was the fact that she made him hide. Then something crossed his mind. What if she wanted him to hide so something wouldn't find him. John then began to hope that somebody might be out there to rescue him. A search party could be nearby and the wolf smelled them, putting her in a pseudo panic. That just had to be the reason, there were humans looking for him and that wicked wolf is trying to keep them from finding him.
The fear that the she-wolf used almost like bonds to enslave her human prey were dissolving once he started to think of being rescue. He of course dreaded the possibility of the wolf finding him as he tried to escape. However he knew if he stayed here, that vile, sex-hungry beast would rape and violate him every day of his life. This may be his only chance for escape, his only chance to see his family again. John took a deep breath and crawled out of hiding. His first steps out of the cave were difficult, the wolf controlled her victims with fear and she was defiantly a pro at it. The lure of freedom was too strong for her dark tricks and slowly but surely, John reached the mouth of the cave.
Looking outside gave John a strange, chilling feeling. It was day time, the sun poking through the cracks of the tree tops. The trees and plant life didn't look too odd, just the norm for his location. The location was what bothered John. For some reason, nothing looked familiar at all. Even the mountain that bore the cave in which the wolf made her lair seemed misplaced. John couldn't explain it but something seemed just wrong in the air, reminding him of that creepy feeling he got when the wolf carried him through the night. He decided to get as far away from this terrible place as soon as possible. He didn't wanting to be around when that wolf comes back.
John traveled about in this forest for a half hour. He had no idea where he was going but anywhere was better than where he came from. He hoped that he would stumble into that search team somehow. In fact, he hoped to find anyone at all out here that wasn't a giant, black wolf. One comforting thing was as he traveled, John heard the skittering and chattering of wildlife. It wasn't dead silent, so that was at least a sign that he wasn't on another planet or god knows where that wolf took him. His encounter with her really challenged John's perception of reality. John was walking by a small pond when suddenly he heard someone call out behind him.
"Who the hell are you and why are you way out here in my woods? You better do some talking real quick," said a gruff, male voice.
As intimidating as the voice normally would have been, John's heart practically leapt for joy. Finally he found someone one, there is hope after all! The man was probably some crazy mountain recluse, but he didn't care. He was human and there is the possibility he could help him or at least tell him where he was. John slowly turned around in case the man had a gun on him. He had a smile on his face, eager to see another human when his blood ran cold. John was staring at the big, black nose on a larger muzzle.
John was staring at another wolf, this one a little large the she-wolf that captured him. It had almost snow-white fur, a strange color for a wolf in the Rocky Mountains but honestly nothing surprises John now. It glared at him with his one grey eye, having a large scar over his empty left socket. The white wolf seemed quite tough and seasoned, as if it had been around for a long time. The scar over its eye wound and other scars he noticed showed this wolf was in many fights, probably with other giant wolves. John looked slightly down and he noticed the wolf's large, hanging testicles, defiantly confirming that he was male. He just prayed this wolf didn't want to rape him too.
The giant white wolf walked slowly around the human, looking him over. It was quite rare that humans showed up here. In fact, without some kind of help, it was nearly impossible for their kind to stumble upon this place. That is what prevented the wolf's kind from being discovered by humans and being killed off. This human didn't look like too much of a threat. The only thing the wolf had to worry about is the smell the human would emit when he starts soiling himself. The white wolf stopped in front of John and then sniffed him. It was only a second before the wolf reared his head back and gave John a surprised and angry look.
"All right human, you are going to give me answers right now. Tell me, why the hell do you have Arrana's scent on you?"
The End.