In The Wolf's Den

Transcript

Are you lost, little hunter? You aren't familiar with this section of the woods, are you? Something seems strange.

It should feel familiar, but something is just off. Is it darker than it should be? Too quiet, maybe? Are you catching on? These woods are not meant for you.

You're lucky. If you had managed to find game here, if you had hunted here, in my woods, well. Let's just say this fairy tale would not have a happy ending.

Backing away from me, I just said that I'm not going to kill you. I did say that, didn't I? That's what I meant to say.

Sometimes I forget that humans need so much clarity. It's alright. I don't intend to hurt you.

Even creatures such as myself possess a certain kind of honor. It wouldn't be right, killing a poor lost hunter, scared and alone in an unfamiliar place. Can I help you get out? I could.

I know every part of this forest. It is my home, after all. However, night is falling fast, and while there is nothing here that could do me harm, you are a rare and rather enticing prey.

I have a proposal. We will rest, and in the morning, should you still wish, I will take you back to your woods, and you can return to your little village and all its predictable, boring safety and rules. What are you waiting for? Come.

My den is this way. I will dress those hairs you found, and we will have a nice dinner. The rest, well, I haven't quite decided yet.

You look confused, little hunter. I did say den, did I not? Did you think I would build myself a nice little square house with four straight walls and glass windows here?

No. That is not the kind of home for me. I have my nice, tucked away hidey-hole, carefully hidden among the roots of this ancient tree.

Come. You seem surprised again. What is it now? That it's nice.

I may live in a den beneath the trees. That does not mean I do not enjoy warm blankets or the soft glow of flickering candles. Perhaps you should set aside any further assumptions you have about me.

Now, give me those hairs. I'll prepare something for us to eat. Oh, hunter.

You know I can feel your eyes on me, and I can hear that embarrassed shuffle, the way you're fidgeting with your hands. You can look all you want, but tell me, what is it, precisely, that holds your gaze? Why can't you take your eyes off of me? Oh, you're curious, are you? I can tell that you're afraid, still, despite my reassurances that I mean you no harm.

But that's not all, is it? Come now, you can tell me. I'm interesting to you.

How so? I'm different. Yes, that is correct.

But what I'm curious about, brave hunter, is what you make of those differences. Because, you see, I don't need you to tell me with your words what kind of interest we're talking about. No.

Your body tells me everything. I can hear how your heart is racing, how heavy your breathing is, and. ..

I can smell desire all over you. There's no need to be shy. It's so much easier when you just tell the truth.

What is the truth, hunter? Mmm, that's right. You want me, and you don't know what to make of that, do you? You know by now, you must have put it together, that I am not like you, nor am I like any woman you have ever known.

You feel that you shouldn't want me, but you do. There's that struggle, isn't there? The civilized, tame, polite, well-mannered man fighting something deeper, older, more primal inside of you.

That thing that can never be extinguished, never be hunted down and ripped out of you, no matter how hard you try. So you try to cage it, chain it, subdue it however you can. But at night, it howls in your blood, doesn't it? Tell me, who's winning that fight now? Oh, that is precious.

Big, strong, brave hunter. Flustered. And why? Simply because I see you for what you are.

Do you want to see me, hunter? Mmm, I'm afraid this time you have to say it. Mmm, eager, needy.

I like that. Give in. Give in to hunger.

Let me satiate you. All of you. Well, hunter, here I am.

Bare before you, you can feast your eyes all you want now. My, you look like a man who has been starving his whole life. There's no need to be bashful.

I don't expect to be treated like a lady. I don't want that. I want all of your hunger.

Your eyes just don't know where to go, do they? You've never seen someone like me. And that's what's hooked you, isn't it? All the things that are just a bit off.

Unexpected. My legs, just a little too long. What is it they say in that silly little story you humans love so much? What big eyes I have.

What sharp teeth. I'm sorry. I can't resist playing a little bit.

Here, I'll stand a little closer so you can have a better look. You keep trying to keep your eyes on my face. Engrossed in how the angles are a little too sharp.

My eye is not a shade you've ever seen. I imagine they seem like they're glowing in the dimness, don't they? And you keep coming back to my mouth.

Are you thinking about what my teeth might feel like beneath my lips when you kiss me? Sinking into the flesh of your neck, your chest. The hint of them there when I take your cock into my mouth.

But your eyes keep wandering down. I'm not soft in the same way the women you're used to are. No voluptuous breasts, at least not right now.

If I were nursing, that might be different. But I don't think you mind. I think you like just the hint of a swell.

Enough to lick and bite and suckle. But that's not what has your attention most, is it? No.

You can't seem to keep your eyes from getting trapped between my thighs. Can you? Is it the soft fur there gently spreading from my belly? Are you imagining what it would feel like under your hands? Against your face? Against your stomach when you're buried inside of me? Oh, I know.

I know. I'm not like any woman you've ever met. What am I? Oh, so curious.

Always needing to put a nice little label on everything. Find a simple little box to sort things into, to make sense of everything that just doesn't. Why don't you take a guess for me, my brave hunter? What am I? Hmm.

Very smart. Yes. Werewolf is what your people call me.

Although it is a misnomer. I am not a human that becomes a wolf, nor am I a wolf that becomes human. The truth is that I'm just not very human at all.

But yes, that is the word that you humans use for my kind. The wild ones. As much or maybe more like beasts than we are like men.

Everything you could be. If you weren't trapped in your own cages, desperately trying to domesticate yourselves. I do not understand the desire to imprison yourselves this way.

Don't you feel what's missing? You must. Tell me, hunter.

If I told you that at least for a time, I could help you soothe that ache, what would you say? You want that. Hmm.

Good. Because I want that too. Now, you've had your fill of gazing at me.

I think it's only fair to return that favor, don't you? You seem shy suddenly. What's wrong, hunter? Unused to being watched? Eyes on you? Taking it all in as you slowly bury yourself? Your heart is beating more rapidly now.

Do you like me watching? Oh, you do. I can see you hardening in your pants.

Go on. Keep showing yourself to me. Does it feel good? The fabric moving on your skin? The brief touch of your fingers? The air caressing your naked form? Is that shiver at the thought of me touching you? Do you want me to touch you, hunter? Hmm.

Good. Your hair is lovely. Do you like how my hands feel as they play with it? How my claws oh so lightly scratch your scalp? Oh, that moan is delicious.

I love being able to feel the muscles and sinews under your skin as I run my hands down your neck and chest. I can feel your skin heating up, especially as my fingers trace their way further down. Hunter, I can see the restraint you're holding yourself with.

Why are you keeping yourself from what you want? Oh, you are delightful. You don't want to do something I don't want.

Well, let me make it very clear exactly what I want, then. I want you to let go of that control. I want you to touch me.

I want you to feast on my lips, my neck, my stomach, my thighs, my cunt. I want you to embrace that hunger, that desire, coiled up in your belly and your chest. I want you to hold me, grab me, pull me as tightly to you as you can.

I want you to take that aching cock and slide it deep into me. I want you to rut into me like the animal you remain. Listen to my joy and pleasure.

Feel my need mounting as I fuck back onto you. I want you to shred those trappings of civility with me. I want you to join me in filling our basest, purest, most primordial drives together.

Take from me and gift me of yourself. Lose yourself in the carnal sensation of it all and find yourself a beast pursuing one need and one need only to come in my eager body, to release that exquisitely tormenting pressure into me, filling me to the depths of my core until we finally collapse. Oh, Hunter, will you disappoint me now? Will you not take what is given freely and with a need as ferocious as your own? Mmm, yes.

There you go. Those coarse hands. Oh, so rough and yet so tender.

Oh, and your teeth are sharp as well. Mmm. Oh, I cannot remember the last time someone lifted me off my feet.

Do you like feeling my wetness and heat as I grind myself against your stomach? Mmm. Was that a hint of a growl, Hunter? I knew there was a wild creature in you yet.

Ah, look at you. That craving in your eyes as you stare down at me. Come then, Hunter.

What will you do with your prey? Mmm. Oh, straight for the vital parts.

Oh, my poor, poor Hunter. You have been starving, haven't you? Mmm, yes.

Push my legs apart. Spread me open for you. All for you.

Taste me. Devour me. Feast upon me until you have finally had your fill.

Oh. Oh. Mmm, yes.

Mmm. Oh. Mmm.

Mmm. Oh, no decorum now.