Wolf's Den

Its been awful quiet in here for a while, the wolf is out of hibernation now though
 
*Wondering if I know this Wolfie?*:confused:

Hi to you either way. :)
 
I wrote a story, and so far it has been liked. Since this is the wolf's den and I can do whatever I want I am going to post it in here to see if others like it as well before I submit :D
 
The smell of the food in the picnic basket drifted through the woods. A large dark head rose up from the ground sniffing the faint aroma. His stomach growled angrily in protest at being reminded it was empty. The Wolf slowly came to its feet and followed the sweet smell. Drawing closer it began to salivate; the smells were unmistakable, fruit, cheese, fresh bread, pheasant and human. All were wonderful things to eat. Surely his tummy wouldn’t be empty for long. He crept through the shadowed underbrush towards a great oak tree. He grinned cruelly about his luck at catching someone so far off the path where few would hear them cry for help. He didn’t like being out under the bright, noon sun but this was too good to pass up. Circling around the tree he paused on all fours and peered at the source of the smells. First he spied the wicker basket that undoubtedly held the food, and then he looked to the human. His eyes rose in appreciation. Laying there a sleep was the most beautiful human woman he had ever seen. His eyes roamed over her stunning body. Her long, barely covered legs tucked into a short skirt that had ridden up enough to show the slight curve of her derriere and then a red velvet hooded riding cape that covered the rest of her. Surely her face must be as angelic what he could see of her. The girls full breasts rose and fell with her steady breaths, mesmerizing him for a moment and golden hair spilled form the hood.
Moving closer, the wolf leaned down to her legs and took a long whiff of her scent. Oh she smelt wonderful, full of youth and fertility. Ever bold, the wolf took a soft lick of her exposed thigh with his long tongue. Her skin was soft and smooth. She tasted clean, not like the tired old woodsmen he normally caught sleeping. She was young and intoxicating. He wanted more; the beast gripped her silk covered knee with his paw and eased her legs apart, turning her onto her back. The girl slept on as she was repositioned, her cloak falling open to expose her tight blouse and bare throat. He paused to admire the better view of her charms and looked to her face. The hood still covered it form the brightness of the day but her full red lips were visible.
Grinning he moved his nose down between her toned legs and began to lick the exposed skin of her inner thighs. The slight taste of salt and the freshness of her feminine aroma were amazing. He no longer desired to devour this female for food. He wanted to claim her. Her short skirt bunched up near her waist exposing her white panties. The wolf kept lapping at her thighs for a bit longer though, coating each one in his saliva before pressing his wet nose to her quim and inhaling deeply.
Little Red Riding Hood had begun to moan during this attention, murmurs escaped her luscious lips as the wolf adorned her legs with his tongue and groped her stocking covered thighs with his paws
Chapter 2
Her moans were soft and alluring to his pointed ears. He let out a soft growl as he sniffed the air, and once again enjoyed her alluring aroma. Looking back down at her panties; once again he lowered his muzzle, and began to explore their contours with his strong tongue. He was enjoying the taste of the clean fabric and a hint of the sweet taste of a young female in heat. Everything about her was so alien to the filthy world he lived in. The wolf found her female button and began to rub it with the tip of his tongue as his hot breath blasted across her inner thighs and quim. He pulled his bed back, and while licking her inner thigh he used his muzzle to push her knee, and give himself a little more freedom. He noticed that now her panties were very wet and it was not only his salvia. He continued dragging his talented lingua across her quim in long strokes, from top to bottom. Dragging his tongue all the way up from in between her sweet little butt cheeks, to the top of her slit savoring the flavor.
Suddenly she jerked up, startling him. Red looked down sure she was having dream. The wolf pulled his head back and growled his locked onto a very beautiful, but frightened pair of blue eyes. Suddenly she realized this was no dream, starring into the glaring eyes of the wolf. The wolf that had been violating her sleep, she was frightened, confused could this be real, she cried out. Quickly she jumped to her feet she had to get away, and fast. She turned to run and just as she took her first step, a branch almost as it had reached out for her caught her foot. Just before she hit the forest she managed to break her fall with her hands and feet. She could hear the wolf growling behind her, and slowly began to try and crawl away. She heard a short growl and a gnash of teeth, at the moment she closed her eyes and began to cry. This was it she was going to die in the woods, eaten by a wolf never to be found. She waited, but there was no rush of pain, ravenous growling, or ripping of flesh. Then she felt it a breeze on her exposed backside, she thought to herself how lucky she was, he had missed his mark, and only got her undergarment. She started to crawl again, and was suddenly once again frozen in fear as she heard a deep long growl. He was till right behind her.
The wolf slowly stalked closer to her once she stopped, the sweet aroma was so much stronger now that the fabric was gone. It was definitely the smell of a female in heat, his sheath twitched with excitement as he lowered his muzzle, and placed his nose right into the center of her flower and breathed deeply to enjoy the scent.
She felt his cold nose on her labia it shocked her, she screamed and tried crawling once again. Then she felt it one heavy paw on her calf she could not mover leg, then suddenly her other calf pinned as well. She screamed, but she was in the dark woods no one ever comes out here, her mother had warned her not to come here. Then she felt a warm, moist powerful sensation in between her legs. Her eyes opened wide, oh god the wolf was licking her, licking her sweet delicate flower. This can't be a wolf, licking me, ahhh she shuddered in a sensation of pleasure, as his long tongue went up the entire length of her slit. She closed her eyes crying, and asked herself "god what’s wrong with me, how can this feel good, it’s a wolf, this is wrong isn't it?” She felt the sinful sensation of pleasure again, as the strokes of his tongue became quicker and more powerful. She let a soft moan, as she felt the dampness between her legs; she tried to fight it one final time. Then finally she closed her eyes and gave in to the feeling. It was like nothing she had ever felt before; she loosened her arms and rested her head on the forest floor. As she did this, the feeling became even more pleasurable. She felt each stroke as the warm, rough tongue pressed down on her clit, then slid up separating her petals and sliding inside of her at least 6 inches. A slight sensation of pleasurable pressure on the bottom of her pussy as it slid back out, finally grazing the skin in between her two holes, and another tingle as it slid her across her ass. She was breathing very heavy now as the strokes began to get faster. This was the most amazing thing she had ever experienced she had never been this wet by herself before. She began to moan very loud, the wetter her honey pot got, the more her slit leaked the fluid of pleasure the louder she got. She arched her back pushing her ass up higher, and spread her knees a little wider to give the wolf a better angle. As his powerful strokes began to touch even more of her flower, and got deeper, she knew it wouldn't be long. Oh god not long at all, she tensed, and it came. She closed her eyes and let the tremor take over. Her pussy quivered and leaked.
This was quite possibly the best thing the wolf had ever tasted. He noticed right as the girl screamed that even more of tasty creamy liquid came. He licked feverishly trying to lap up every last drop. Making sure none of the juice from her trembling flower would escape him. Her aroma was really strong now, and his sheath had gone from quivering, to full on arousal, as he stood there looking at the girl.

Chapter 3
Staring down at the girl the wolf could tell she was exhausted, but she was also visibly excited, and smelled like she was in season. Her face lying sideways on the forest floor, arms stretched out in front of her, her chestnut hair messy, but elegantly shuffled and laying about. He could hear her deep breathing, see her arched back rise and lower with each breath. Her delicate flower visibly twitching and spasiming, all of this as well as the taste of sweet nectar had him extremely aroused, his cock was no longer sheathed, he was ready to knot with her, he could feel it. He pushed up with his hindquarters raising his paws off her calves, and she did not move. He gently wrapped his paws around her waist sliding them down, and hooking them on her upper thighs. Pulling his body in closer, placing his rear paws next to her knees and gently sliding them out just a bit further to give her a good base.
She was laying there; feeling a bit dirty, embarrassed exposed with no idea what was going to happen next. Feeling every pulse, and wave of pleasure as it rushed through her body this was way more amazing than anything she experienced alone in her bedroom. Looking back she saw something on the wolf that she had not noticed before. He now had a pinkish red, veiny object protruding from his groin along his stomach. It was awkward shaped thinner at the tip and getting thicker as it got closer to his body probably 2 inches around at its thickest. Right at his body it had an odd buldge in it probably 4 inches around, all together including that it must have been 9 inches in length. Just as she asked herself "What is that....." she felt his weight shift and it came down on her butt and lower back. His paws wrapped around her waist, and settled in the crook of her waist upper thighs. She felt a slight scratch as she could tell he began to pull her waist towards him. Whatever that thing was it hot, very hot and moist she could now feel it rubbing on the inside of her thigh, her labia, and stomach as he gently rocked back and forth. She couldn't believe how sensitive she was shuddering as he pulled back this time, and the hot rod split her lips down the center, and pushed a little on her clit. Then she felt "Oh shit" she screamed as he thrust forward and she felt the tip of it spread her open a little and slightly slide inside of her a little, then back out again. This was the wolf's plan he was going to violate her sweet little forbidden kitty. He thrust forward again and this time she felt a rush of pain as his hot cock went in even further this time. Her tight pussy was throbbing, wet and very warm, and he still felt hot inside of her. This time he didn't come out of her, he just sat there for moment as if to enjoy the moment. Then she felt his paws pull on her thighs again, as he thrust into her pushing past her hymen sliding that thing deep inside of her warm velvety pussy. She screamed, and then moaned it hurt, but at the same time she was filled with pleasure. That thing must have been very deep inside of her, as he started thrusting. Felling his hot cock filling her up, she was once again over come with pleasure. Every thrust was even more pleasurable than the last, not even six strokes and she could already feel her silky walls, twitching, and trembling again, clamping down on this huge foreign object that had penetrated her. Breathing very heavy now, moaning uncontrollably she could feel that buldge she saw now pressing on her lips, pushing them open, and rubbing on her clit with every thrust. She arched her back a little more, raising her ass into him, she couldn't help it, and it just felt so right. Just at the moment she felt it, oh my god the buldge was inside of her. She felt it again her body flooded out another orgasm, as he relentlessly humped her sweet little flower. He was sliding in and out so fast, and so hard in and out as she clamped down on his rod with her tight little pussy walls. She was feeling light headed, and weak not sure how much more she could take. Gripping the moss on the ground as tight as she could, pushing back into him trying to get even deeper if it was possible. Her vision was starting to go and just when she thought she could not take any more he thrusted further one last violent time, and let out a long deep Howl. She felt his still, hot rod pulsing, and twitching inside of her, spraying something very hot on the inside of her warm pussy. She felt his warm, furry chest come down on her back, and his paws loosen and slide down her thighs. Just as this happened she was hit with one final wave of shuddering pleasure before she blacked out.
He was proud he had knotted her, and he had done it good. He was so deep inside of this little treasure; he must have sprayed for a good 15 minutes before the swelling in his knot finally went down. She already began to leak before I ever even pulled out, the semen seeping out from in between us, and trickling down her thighs. She was laying there exhausted from his prowess, from his breeding technique. After he pulled out it was like a flood gate, our nectar running from her delicate pedals down her thighs, and puddling on the ground. He stalked around her very proudly, slid his muzzle under her stomach and gently rolled her onto her back. He stood there over her gazing down on her precious face with his yellow wolf eyes. His still dripping member, trickling ever so slightly on her stomach hoping she would come out this way again. He needed to experience her again, to smell her, to feel her, to ravage her. He had made her his little love dove, and she enjoyed it he was sure of it, He would see her again. He stalked off into the brush and turned and lay down. Watching to make sure no harm came to his precious little dove.
She woke up alone so she thought, feeling exhausted and sore, but still feeling an amazing wave of pleasurable energy coursing through her. She rolled over and pushed herself up to her hands and knees, feeling something seeping out of her and running down her thighs. She managed to stand up, and realized there was clear, creamy fluid running down her thighs. She couldn't go home like this; she grabbed her torn panties and began cleaning herself off. She straightened her hair, and fixed her skirt, hopefully mother would notice the missing panties or the scratches on her thighs she thought. As she slowly began to make her way home, feeling less embarrassed, and more satisfied by the whole ordeal she could not help but think. Is this why mother said not to wonder into the dark forest, was she protecting me from this? Maybe she should have been more afraid that her sweet little red would revel in the darkness of the twisted path she thought to herself. Her face now filled with an ever so slightly naughty, devilish grin.
 
Back
Top