Winter Queen Draft 2

Winter Queen Draft 2

Scenario: Protagonist (Hesilica the witch) has encountered Tark, the werewolf.

	“You're just gonna walk around, flaunting yourself like that?” the feral looking wolfman growls, his lustful gaze sweeping up your long legs and glaring balefully at the flimsy covering that makes up your miniskirt, “And not let me have a taste?” he finishes, his long tongue lashing out to lick his lips. Without waiting for your reply, he drops down into a deep crouch and prepares to pounce.

>Turn and run.
>Try a paralyse spell.

>Try a paralyse spell.

	A paralyse spell – risky, but one of your favourite tricks. If it works, it should freeze the brutish creature in his tracks and give you plenty of time to make your escape. The words of the spell spill off your tongue as Tark lunges towards you, his powerful muscles taut with exertion. A thunderclap rings out as the spell takes effect, and the werewolf immediately loses control of his muscles.
	His mighty leap is reduced to an absurd tumble as he flops uselessly to the ground, his bestial face frozen in a hateful snarl. He should be out of the fight for the foreseeable future, but that doesn't mean you can't have a little fun. Of course, the longer you linger here, the less of a head start you'll get on him.

>Escape.
>Teach him a lesson.

>Teach him a lesson.

	Bullies like this deserve a little extra treatment, you think to yourself as you circle the paralysed werewolf, examining him from all angles. Grinning wickedly, you take the leather phallus from your backpack and begin to belt it around your hips, tightening the buckles until the strapon stands proudly upright.
	Lifting the werewolf's tail, you take a look at the tightly puckered anus waiting beneath. It looks soft and pink, utterly defenceless and ripe for the taking. The brutish creature has probably never taken it from behind like this, much less been dominated by such a slip of a girl. The thought only serves to broaden your grin.
	All the while, a thick stream of precum has been leaking from Tark's manhood, fully erect with the thought of ravishing his young prey. You reach down and scoop of some of the cloudy liquid, smearing it around his entrance to serve as lubrication. Having made your preparations, you press the blunt tip of the strapon against his tight entrance and push forwards, penetrating his defenceless anus.
	Even with the paralyse spell binding his muscles, a low groan escapes the werewolf as you push further into him, plunging deeper until your petite hips bump up against his backside. You pull out slowly, relishing his strangled groans as your strapon punishes him. Before you can pull out completely, you slam back into him, pushing against his prostate with gleeful force. As if prompted by your thrust, a new spurt of precum spills from the tip of his member.
	As much as you'd like to take your time with him, the paralyse spell won't last forever. With that thought in mind, you hasten your thrusts until the air is thick with the sound of leather slapping against flesh. Without you ever having laid a hand on his oversized manhood, the werewolf ejaculates pathetically, his seed dribbling out of him like urine.
	You pull out carelessly, wiping your dirty strapon on his furry backside and packing it back up. Before you leave, however, you can't stop yourself from taking Tark's face and rubbing his muzzle in the puddle of semen.
	“Bad dog, bad!” you giggle, the sight of his own seed staining his muzzle almost pitiful enough for you to feel sorry for him. The thought of your spell wearing off is enough to kill your giggles, though, and you hasten to the exit. When Tark gets control of his muscles back, he's going to be mad...