CoC Revamp Mod ( losing the run )

You run through the woods, heart pounding so hard you feel it might leap out of your throat. Despite your best efforts, though, the fog still closes in. With it comes the sound of the hounds, running alongside you, hidden in the thick haze.

With the Hounds on your right, you juke left, nearly running into a tree, but stumble past it, only to hear the Hounds again on your left. You turn right, still running, unable to shake the feeling that you’re being driven, but too panicked to figure a way out.

Your lungs are burning as you run at top speed, the Hounds driving you this way and that. Something happens as you breathe the fog - it’s getting harder and harder to think. You just need to run, run from the predators after you.

As you leap to clear a low bush, leaves explode around you, and the world flips upside down. It’s a trap! The net closes around you and hauls you up into the air, leaving you spinning, 15 feet up. Hounds burst from the fog, barking and snarling from the ground below you. Just out of arm’s reach is a thick rope, running from the ground up over the branch supporting you.

The ropes are thicker than your wrist, and you could probably untie them, given time, but the spin of the net, combined with the mind-bending terror of the fog has left you no room to think. The hounds are snarling, the world is spinning, you’re prey, and you’ve been caught.

“How disappointing,” drips the refined voice of the Erlking. His horse’s hooves thud softly on the ground as he walks below you. The cane at his side clicks against the forest floor with every other step. You have just enough wherewithal to understand his words as your fingers grip the net.

“This was but a few minutes’ diversion. I had been hoping for more of a challenge,” he says, the red glow in his eyes dimming. “You’re not particularly good at this, are you?” he says, sighing. His long face looks almost wistful.

“Perhaps next time,” he sighs. He turns, his dark cloak flaring. Is it your imagination or do his golden antlers seem a bit more dull?

You allow yourself a brief moment of relief as he turns his attention from you.

“But it would be wrong to not reward my Hounds for a job well done.” His cane flashes with golden light as he slashes it against the support rope.

The fog swallows the Erlking as you drop to the ground. The impact against the mossy forest floor doesn’t injure you, but it does knock the wind from you. As you struggle to regain your breath, you inhale the icy fog, and a cascade of terror... and something else... runs through you.

This fear doubles as the two hounds waste no time. They are on you in the space of a heartbeat, ripping the net from around you, their powerful hands shoving you to all fours as they snarl and bark. Their red, shiny dog cocks slip from their heavy sheaths, throbbing with thin, purple veins. The fog has definitely done something to you, because you can’t help but lick your lips at the sight.

Growling, the first Hound grabs you by your substantial butt, his muscular fingers sinking roughly into your flesh. He roughly rips your semi-transparent bodysuit from you, growling. You feel a rush of warmth as a canine mouth presses against your substantial ass, long tongue touching the bottom edge of your virgin, moist cunt before running up to your virgin backdoor.

You shiver, the fog-born fear still controlling your body. You feel a rush of strange gratitude— the hounds don’t want to eat you, they just want to sate a different hunger. And with the mindbending fog inside you, you want desperately to satisfy them. Your submissive mind even hopes that if you can do a good job, they’ll spare you any further domination. You’d be repulsed by the idea of fucking two Hounds to exhaustion if you weren’t so damn scared of them. An errant thought at the back of your mind hopes that the effects of this fog are only temporary.

You glance over your shoulder, wanting to make sure the Hound has no trouble getting into you, when the other hound roughly grabs your delicate chin, turning it toward his massive, slimy dog cock. You get a brief glimpse of a crystal-clear bead of pre before the tip is forced between your lips.

The Hound begins fucking your face roughly, leaving salty precum on your tongue, his cock throbbing between your lips. You feel grateful that the Hound has chosen to simply fuck you, and you want nothing more than to do the best job possible for the Hound.

You groan around the Hound’s dick as you feel a pressure against your pucker. The beast squeezes your squeezable ass cheeks as he shoves his foot-long doggie cock into your rear. You have lost your anal virginity. You yelp, realizing what’s to come, and try to wriggle away, but, pinned between the two Hounds, there’s no escape. The Hounds growl in unison and you freeze, cowed by the two powerful males who want their way with your frightened, vulnerable body.

After all, comes a thought in your fog-addled head, they’ve earned the right to do whatever they want to their prey.

It doesn’t take the two dog men long. They rock back and forth, shoving their thick cocks in and out of your submissive, helpless body. The one in front grabs your head, burying your face into his crotch, so deep that your tongue licks against the throbbing bulge of his knot, your nose buried in the thick fur above his shaft. The Hound behind grabs you by your large bottom, thrusting into you again and again. You tremble, completely dominated by the two powerful males as they make you their prey-bitch.

They cum within moments of each other, the one in front driving his huge knot into your mouth, leaving your jaw aching. You groan in protest as his cock shoots hot seed down your throat. Nearly gagging on the canine dick already, there’s little you can do but swallow the Hound’s cum. As you gurgle it down, you feel the Hound behind you painfully shove his thick knot into your ass. You try to scream, but with a mouth full of cock and cum, there’s little you can do but take it like prey. Your body quakes, belly swelling as you’re filled with cum at both ends leaving you warm, bloated, and strangely satisfied.

You shiver, breathing in the cold, mind-altering fog, waiting obediently for the two Hounds to tire of you. Oddly enough, with their seeds spent, they’re strangely affectionate, and you find your back, face, and ass covered in warm, languid licks from the savage men. Eventually their knots shrink, and the two Hounds withdraw from you, letting you slump to the ground as they pad off into the woods.

As the fog recedes, your mind quickly returns. Blinking, you wobble to your feet, wiping cum from your lips and gathering your scattered gear from around the clearing before setting back for camp. You find a shiny, red pepper in the clearing, but appear to have dropped some gems in your failed flight from the Hunt.