The great hunt

Deep in the woods who's name has been forgotten long ago. A forest that has been abandoned by man and claimed by monsters, making their homes in the dark that the average man no longer dares to tread. Standing in a clearing, the pale light of full moon kissing the grass, was a circle of monsters, their eyes illuminated from behind the bangs of their hair. In the centre stood their youngest, now barely an adult, she is ready to prove herself to the pack.

“Are you prepare, Lupa?” the eldest of the pack asked, her arms crossed and her furry ear flicking against the brush of the crisp night wind.

The youngest this 'Lupa' nodded to the words of her elder, “I am ready.”.

“Then you know your task.” The eldest spoke. “You are not to return to us until you have succeeded in your hunt.”.

Lupa nodded once again, her sisters standing aside and revealing her path to her. With a deep breath she lunged forward, sprinting into the darkness of the forest in search for her prey. Even if it will take her to the ends of the earth, she will not return until she is a true hunter.

I don't get head aches anymore, that is something worth mentioning. They used be a constant, too much stress, too many worries thrown on to me by so many people I couldn't give two yanks of my dick about back home. My only bright spot were my parents and my baby brother, but even then they were a country away. Its almost tranquil, to be alone in the world, in a strange sort of way. You have no one to turn to and no one to mourn you, but at the same time you choose your own paths and answer to no one.
I chose my path, for once in my god damn life I chose my path. This world, its like something from a fantasy book. I picked up a tool and someone paid me to fix things, I picked up a hoe and a farmer paid me to till the land with him. I picked up a sword and people will pay you for anything. It was hard work, but it paid off. I'm fit, I'm healthy, and most of all I have a home with no cock sucking land lord to waste my time with semantics that just lead to him raising rent and filling his pockets with what little money I had left.

I woke up sometime before noon, my eyes opening with little resistance. For once in a good while I slept without the ache of exhaustion, sunken into a bed built for nobles and the sound of birds singing peacefully into my ears. Two thousand coins and I got myself this place, a two floor log house big enough for a family of at least six, still furnished from the nobility that moved up in the world and left it behind without a care in the world. I should figure out who they are and thank them, saved me a bunch on furnishing.

From my right I was greeted by soft purring and little breaths from the lady nuzzled up beside me, her paw resting against my chest and her head cozened up against my arm.
“Hey.” I said silently, nudging my arm slightly. “Hey Cleo, come on, its late.”.

The sphinx scrunched her face, her ears flickering and her tail lifting the sheets she had crawled into. She pushed herself up, rubbing her eye and squeaking with a long yawn.

“Morning already?” She pouted, sitting up in the bed and staring into nothing.
“Yes, sleepy head.” I said, placing my hand on her head and rubbing her hair and ears. “When the hell did you even get in here, anyway?”

“I snuck in through your window last night.” She explained, trying not to lose herself to me rubbing her ears. “Was going to surprise you with a little fun but you were already sleeping. So I thought I'd join you.”.

“Little fun, huh?” I joked, moving over until my back pressed against the back of the bed. Cleo grinned, lifting herself on to her paws and knees and slowly crawling on top of me, her tail wagging playfully behind her.

“Though, we can always start now...” She purred, moving her lips close to mine, prepared to seal the deal with a kiss.

Until someone banged on the door. We both froze, taking a couple seconds to look around the room and at each other until the door banged again.
I sighed, “I don't think they're leaving...”.

I forced my way out of bed, leaving Cleo to sulk and putting on some representable clothing.
“I'm coming, I'm coming!” I yelled at the door, almost tripping down the stairs as I pulled my jeans on.

I opened the door as calmly as I could with all things considered. I was greeted to the sight of a older man in his early fifties, covered in armour and crest of the guard from the town just down the road. Behind him stood two younger gentlemen, roughly around my age. I can't describe the older guard with anything other than “He's seen some shit”, his face covered in too many scars to count and the expression and stare that would send even the bravest of Salamanders running for cover.

“You are Marcus, I presume.” He said coldly, his voice alone enough to send chills down my spine. It was that deep, gravelly voice you would expect from a man such as him.

“That's me.” I responded quickly, my eyes darting between the three men. “Who needs to know?”.

“I am Chief Guardsman Wolfgang.” he introduced himself before pointing at his two compatriots with his right hand. “This is Guardsman Lance, and Guardsman Stroger.”.

He turned his gaze back to me, crossing his arms and leaning against my door frame.
“Word around town and the tavern is that you're a pretty confident mercenary.”
“Sure, confident in the same way a janitor is confident with a mop, but sure.”.

“We've been getting reports from farms all over the country side wetting themselves about some werewolf trying to break into their homes.”.

“Werewolf break ins?” I asked with scepticism. “I've never met one myself but its common knowledge that werewolves stay clear of residential buildings.”.

“Well this one doesn't, she seems desperate about something, howling and clawing at the doors at all hours of the night.”

“And you want me to go find her...”

“Exactly.” He finished with a nod, pushing himself away form my door frame and standing straight. “We can't go after her, but we can pay someone to do it for us.”.

Wolfgang nodded over to Lance, who returned the nod and hopped up my porch steps, handing me a rolled up piece of paper.
“She's from a pack from the lost woods from what he figured.” He explained. “Migrated to Redwood forest just a few days ago by herself.”.

“Wait wait, hold on.” I changed the subject. “You know where it is, and you know it exists...Why is it called the lost woods?”.

The three stared at me for a long time before looking at one another. “No one goes into it anymore, I guess.” Stroger explained.

I returned their stare, shaking my head and getting back on subject, “How much does the job pay?”.

“Two hundred for the job done, we don't want you to kill her, just scare her off and send her back home with her tail between her legs.”  Said Wolfgang as he began to make his way down my steps and back to town.

I watched the three start their trail back to town, waiting for them to reach my fence before opening my mouth again, “Hey when I come back from this in one piece I expect the lost woods to be called Marcus forest!” I yelled, which Wolfgang just replied by waving with two fingers, not even bothering to turn back to look at me.

“Redwood forest, huh?” I said to myself, unrolling the paper and looking at the contract, walking back into the house in the process. “Shouldn't be too much work.”.


I left roughly an hour after receiving the message, much to the pouting of Cleo though my offer to let her crash at my place seemed to cheer her up quite a bit. It wasn't even that far away, one carriage ride later and I was at my destination before the sun went down. I stayed at a local inn, one of those shady places that merchants liked to play dice at, far away from the prodding eyes of the town guards. Sleep wasn't impossible, most people seemed to quiet down past sundown for some reason. Though I could hear it, feint in the distance. The sound of howling and angry shouts from this werewolf.  She was after something, and I was going to get an answer out of her soon enough.

I left the inn first thing in the morning, hood up and sword at my side, with hands in my jeans pocket I marched out, off the beaten trail and towards Redwood forest, she wouldn't come out of the woods during the day time, so it left me with the option of going in after her. Redwoods is an alright place, I've walked through it a few times over the year. Its too close to human territory for it to be turned into a demon realm, the army wouldn't allow for something like that, and not even the toughest of monsters would dare go toe to toe with a wall of shields and spears. A few monsters did call this place their home, but they were so few and far between that it would be a miracle for you to even come into contact with one, unless they were actively hunting you, and in this case with my little puppy friend I had a feeling that this was the deal.

Clawing at doors trying to get inside, she was looking for men, or women to bite. Unlike a succubus, a werewolf doesn't have to fondle a women and fill her up with black magic to make her turn. No, all it takes is a bite and roughly six hours, enough to change her, give her the fangs and the eyes, the ears and the tail and the paws. Men are tools, women are recruitment centres, kind of messed up to think about.

Look at me, I almost sound damn near professional.

The morning sun did the landscape justice, rolling hills with the occasional field in the distance painted a orange hue under the rising light. One final climb up the grassy slope and I saw it before me, Redwood forest. Large enough for any monster to call home without calling to much attention, also large enough to be the perfect playground for a predator like the werewolf.

I peered into the forest, my hands in the pocket of my hoodie. Birch wood trees spread out far enough that the forest itself looked anything but ominous. I entered the forests edge, the sun only slightly skewed by the leafs above. It would be a rather pleasant place if I didn't know that I was probably being watched by something at any given moment.

I moved through Redwood at a casual pace, my hands in my pockets as if taking a scenic stroll. My eyes scanned constantly from right to left, trying to spot anything that could count as suspicious.
And there it was, in the corner of my eye, a small shade of dark hanging from the side of a tree.

I approached the tree, leaning against it with my forearm and pulling the torn fur from the bark. Now that I looked closer, a lot of trees had at least a little bit of fluff on them, must be scraping her arms and legs against them when she ran past. Though this is good, it means I can follow them.

Like a road, the trees led me to a cave protruding from the ground rather abruptly. I peered into the blackness of its entrance, it didn't seem that deep, like something you would see from a Yogi Bear cartoon or something. But it was still deep enough to conceal it in darkness, much to my dismay, but one way or another, its a better idea to pull her out into the light than wait for night time and let her catch me at her best. It was time to do the ballsiest move in my career as a idiot with a sword and step into the lions den...Er, wolfs den.

I picked up a fallen branch before advancing on the cave, each step precise and calculated as to not ruffle the fallen leafs. I wanted to catch her sleeping, though werewolves aren't nocturnal in nature, this one seems to bumble around all night, it must catch some sleep some time in the day.
I stood only a few inches from the innards, so far so good. Though as hard as I tried, I couldn't pierce the darkness with my sight.

Though I could hear her, only faintly, but the sound was there. Soft breaths with the occasional snore, she was definitely still sleeping.

Okay, deep breaths, Marcus. You've done this before, fought monsters. It never goes as planned and you always end up coming up on top through dumb luck, but you've done this before! With a deep breath I did my best to calm myself down, chances are she'll catch a scent of my sweat or even hear my pounding heart any second now, better get her attention on my time than get caught off guard.

With a baseball toss, I threw the stick into the cave. The sound of it clacking against the rocks rang in my ears like Big Ben until it finally settled on the stoney ground below. The tiny snores stopped, followed by the audible sound of claws clicking against stone set my nerves on end. And then finally I saw them, the eyes coming to life in the darkness, staring back at me. We were both frozen, standing perfectly still and just glaring back into one another's eyes, time itself seemed to have stopped around us.

But when the sudden shock and surprise worn off, the werewolf lunged forward from her cave. A werewolf wasn't something I had actually seen up close or dealt with, just heard about from other mercs.

I was caught off guard, and only now realizing that in all of the preparations and action, I haven't even drawn my sword. I only managed to get it out of the scabbard before the Werewolf knocked it from my hand easily. I wasn't prepared for how far and how fast a Werewolf could lunge, her shoulder smashing into mine and sending both of us falling into the grass behind me.

I rolled once before grinding my feet against the dirt, unable to spot my sword  but now able to get a good glimpse of my attacker. A young adult with frilly jet black hair, the fur on her paws and feet matched her hair. The more human parts of her were covered with cloth wrapped around to create a make shift top and skirt. And the black ears that stood upon her head flicked when she turned her blue eyes back to me.

“Ah, shit.” I cursed, rising to my feet and keeping a low stance. The Werewolf growled, mimicking my stance and beginning to slowly circle around me, preparing to overcome her prey. I'm pretty sure she was mocking me, actually.

With a snarl she jumped forward, her claws narrowly missing my chest as I pivoted to the side, landing on my back and rolling to my knees. But even before I could react, the Werewolf was on me again, digging her heel into the ground and launching herself back at me before she could fully settle. This time she caught me on the pass, wrapping her arms around me and pulling me down with her as we both rolled through the dirt.

I don't think I'm going to be able to scare her off, the look in her eyes begged for a challenge and each growl and snarl were enough to put me back on my toes. Any kind of attack was a failed attempt, she ducked punches and slipped from my holds easily and smoothly. It had nothing to do with strength, though I doubt I was stronger than she was, it was all speed and finesse, something she had in spades. Now if only she could nail her landings she would actually look like a predator.

My throat was parched, my chest burning, and my legs stumbling.  My opponent on the other hand seemed no worse for ware. I took a step back, catching a glimpse of a shining piece of steel in the corner of my eye. And there it was, concealed slightly by leafs on the ground, my trusty sword. My trusty sword that just betrayed me because it distracted me just long enough for the Werewolf to spear me and pin me to the ground. Judas...

“Haha!” She laughed happily, her tail wagging playfully behind her. “I did it! I finally caught a man!”.

She giggled excitedly, practically bouncing up and down on top of me if it wasn't for the fact that she had to keep me held down.
“...Congratulations?” I spouted, now lost in her sudden change of personality, from blood thirsty beast to giddy school girl.

She stopped her insistent giggling, glaring down at me and narrowing her eyes, “Listen you! You're my property now! You belong to Lupa!”.


“PPPFFFFFFF--” I couldn't help but burst into laugh at her announcement. “Lupa? You're name is 'Lupa'?”.
“What of it?”.
“Who the hell names you people?”
“Oh yeah, tough guy? Then whats your name?”.

I leaned up as far as I could from my position, “Man-guy.”.

Lupa growled, pressing her padded palm against my forehead and pushing me back down into the dirt.
“That's no way to speak to your new wife!” She barked, grabbing on to my wrists and pinning them to the ground.
“Wait, wife?” I asked, glancing left and right to her slender arms.

“That's right! You're my husband now! That means we're going to have se-...” She stuttered her words, biting on her lower lip before trying again. “Y-you and I-I-I are going t-t-to have ssss-s-s-s-sex!”.

Lupa pulled her claws away from my wrists, bringing them to her cheeks to cover up the obvious blush that had brightened her entire face.
“You okay?” I asked, only for her to quickly pin me down again, her entire body shaking.
“Shut up! W-we're going to have sex right now!”

Lupa pressed herself against me, moving her lips closer to mine while ignoring the unamused expression on my face. Her lips hovered only centimetres away from mine until she finally whined and threw herself off me, landing on her behind and pack pedalling until her back hit a tree. She curled up into a ball, pushing her face into her knees and quietly whining to herself.

I pushed myself from the ground, wiping off the dirt from my body as best I could. “What the hell was that all about?” I asked myself, looking back at the whimpering werewolf.

I watched as she wiped a tear from her eye before going back to sulking in her knees. With a sigh and a scratch of my head I approached her.
“Look, you can't stay here. The community is pissed, you have to go back home.”.
“I can't...” she whimpered.
“Why not?”.
“Because I haven't had sex yet...”.

I fluttered my eyes at her words, my mouth opening to say words but only exhaling air until I managed “I'm sorry to hear that.”. Good job Marcus, nice support.

“I can't go back until I've had sex with a man or else I won't be considered a women in the pack...” She managed to say in between her sobs.

I, once again, scratched the back of my head, thoughts running through my mind, “You can't just lie to them?”.

“No...They'll sniff for a scent...”.

“God. Damn it.” I stood up, my hands at my side and walking slowly in circles for a few minutes in thought. How could a rapist be so pure? How is that even possible?

I took another look at her. Lupa was a really cute girl, how could she not be? Monsters are pretty much bred to be pleasing to the eyes. Not to mention her tight young body and slender limbs, she was quite the looker. I couldn't let her go and find someone to consummate with, the guards who have a shit fit if she got passed me and actually caught somebody.

I came back to her, crouching down again.
“Now, you're sure you can't go back?” I asked her. Her reply being only a nod of her head.

I wiped my hand down my face, I was honestly not against the idea, it was just the principles of the situation.
“Okay, look. You can't go back, and I can't let you passed me. I don't want to kill you and hopefully you don't want to kill me, so hows this...-” I made my offer. “We have sex, you don't drag me away to a demon realm, you tell your pack that you got a hold of someone but then knights or guards or whatever came to chase you off just as you finished. Deal?”.

Lupa wiped her tears away from her eyes, a few sniffles and finally she was ready to look at me again.
“You'd do that for me? Even though I'm a monster?”.

I chuckled, looking off to the side, boy if she knew. “I'm not really from around these parts. I don't really...Carry the same sentiment as other folks do.”.

“Well...” Lupa looked off to the side, the blush returning to her cheeks. “I guess that could work...But.”.
“But?”.
“But I've never had sex before...I'm really nervous.”.
“Yeah, somehow I figured that. I didn't even know monsters could get nervous.”.

Lupa looked up with me with those bright blue eyes, her mouth open just enough for me to see those cute fangs. “Will you... Be gentle with me?” she asked meekly.

I shrugged, “Of course, its the gentleman's way of doing things.”.

The Werewolf released herself from the ball she made, sitting down my naturally with her legs bent together to the side, “So whats your real name then?”.

“I'm Marcus.” I introduced myself finally, taking her paw in my hand and shaking it gently.

“Okay, Marcus...” Lupa whispered, “Where do we start?”.
“Whatever you're comfortable with.”.

“Then can we...” Lupa's blush became brighter, her lips forming a small smile and her eyes refused to look back at mine. “Can we try kissing first?”.

I shrugged, trying my damnedest to contain my laughter,“Shit, sure. Go for it.”.

Lupa's eyes widened, she hesitantly moved closer to me, placing her fuzzy hands on my shoulders. She looked at the ground, biting on to her lower lip, I could feel her hands shake against my shoulders.
And it left as quickly as it came, a quick peck to the lips, something I wasn't expecting that quickly. She reeled back, sitting back down on her bottom and bringing a balled hand to her lips, looking off to the side. Her face was flush and her tail wagged back and forth furiously.
“Wait, was that it?” I asked her, wiping my thumb against my bottom lip.
“Y-yeah!” She protested, now visibly trembling. “I'd l-like to see you do better!”.
“Jeez, alright come here.” I said to her, scooting over the ground and closer to her.

I put both arms on her shoulders, her skin was soft, nice to the touch. I always wondered how monsters managed to keep themselves so appealing when most of them are out in the woods more than not.  She shrank in my hands, tightening her arms around her body and looking up at me with glistening eyes. Her mouth slightly agape, I should probably do my best to make this memorable...I guess.

I breathed in deeply through my nose, moving my hands from her shoulders, up her neck, and against her cheeks. I could feel the heat from her skin flow into my hands. I moved in, slowly at first, and stopping only inches away from her face before I finally locked my lips with hers. She gasped at contact, her eyes widened even further before she accepted my kiss, closing her eyes and leaning into it. I held the kiss for as long as I thought would be necessary, but as soon as I tried to pull away Lupa let out a soft moan and leaned forward again and sealed our lips once more. I guess I crossed some wires with this, she is a monster after all.

The second time I managed to keep her at bay, pressing my palms against the fronts of her shoulders.
“Well I guess all you needed is a little motivation.” I joked while Lupa continued to kiss me on my neck and the sides of my lips. Sweet, tender little pecks, each one accompanied by a small whine right before.

Once again, I took initiative, reaching around her and untying the cloth that served as her top, letting it fall against her knees. Lupa squeaked, reeling back and covering herself with her wrists.
“They...They aren't that big...” She muttered with embarrassment.
I looked at her arms, wrapping my fingers around her wrists and gently pulled them away. She didn't resist much, only a quick “Don't!” before submitting to my actions, even though she could easily break every bone in my arms if she really wanted to.

I was greeted by the sight of two perky breasts fit for someone with a body such as hers. They complimented her slender belly and hips, giving her the figure of an athletic runner or swimmer.

I wrapped my left arm around her, pulling her closer. She gasped at my sudden advance, pressing her claws against my shoulders and standing her ears on end. I cupped her breast with my right hand gently, kneading and fondling it almost lovingly. I didn't leave the second unattended, circling the nipple with my tongue before taking it in my mouth and suckling on it, still holding her from getting away with my arm around her waist.

She could have pulled away, though she put up a rather short fight, lightly pushing against my chest before wraping her arms around my head and grinding her body against me. All those little moans and squeaks and whimpers, the oh's and ah's escaping her lips, the way she moved her body against mine, like the art was just coming to her naturally, and that fluffy tail wagging playfully behind her. Monster girls really are the best!

I managed to pry myself away from her perfect body, putting my hands back on her shoulders and pushing her to the ground. She yelped in surprise, looking up at me and simply watching as I untied the makeshift skirt that guarded her nether.


“This is embarrassing...” Lupa whimpered, pressing her knuckles against her mouth.
“Why? You have a really pretty body.” I complimented before spreading her legs, lowering myself between them and softly licking the inside of her thigh.

Lupa breathed deeply with each lick against her human skin, with each kiss and the touch of my tongue I moved closer to my goal until finally my tongue pressed against her beautiful lips, already dripping from the touching and kissing before hand.

“Haaaaa~!” Lupa whined, holding herself up with her claws dug into the dirt. I pressed against her, moving it gently up her folds, licking the outside of her womanhood. She writhed in sensation, kicking her legs and panting heavily.

“It feels good!” Lupa announced, pressing her hand against the back of my head and pushing me further against her pussy, my tongue forcing its way inside her. She wailed at the sudden intrusion, arching he back into the air. Her tongue now hung from her mouth, panting with every movement of my tongue until she finally spilled, gritting her teeth and falling back into the dirt and leafs.

I drank her honey for every last drop, lost in the heat of it all. Now Lupa's head hanged to one side, her breath heavy and exhausted, but I, on the other hand was still raring for a go. I could feel my rod fight against my jeans, ready to get out and do its thing. I stood on my knees, unbuckling and pulling my pants to the ground to reveal my rock hard erection. Lupa tilted her head back to me, her eyes widening and her face going red once more as she spotted my cock, scrambling backwards against the tree.

“T-T-Thats your dick!” She announced the obvious.
“Well, yeah. I thought you wanted to have sex with me?”.

Her eyes trailed to the side, looking away. She placed her fingers between her legs and caressed herself lightly before looking back at me and nodding. “I-I do!”.

“Well, perfect!” I was giddy like a school girl, maybe there was a bit of demonic energy in the air but I wanted nothing more than to thrust myself inside her. “But, could you do me a favour?”.
Lupa tilted her head, “What?”.

“Could...Could you lean against the tree?”.

Lupa looked up and behind her, eyeing the birch tree and getting to her feet. She pressed her claws against the tree and leaned in until she was bent over, “Like this...?”.

What a view! I almost burst into tears at the heavenly portrait in front of me, her slender beautiful body bent over towards me, inviting me, her tail wagging playfully in the air. I took every ounce of my will power not to ravage her, instead I gulped down the lump in my throat and wrapped my fingers around her hips. She gasped and wiggled at my touch, and then wiggled even more frantically when I licked and kissed her spine.

And finally came the big moment, the moment that set my heart ablaze. I guided my cock towards her, pressing and prodding against her quivering lips. Lupa caught on right away and gasped loudly, pushing herself closer against the tree. I teased her, and myself, by simply prodding against the outside and slide it down her wetness, coating myself in her juices until my cock was completely drenched.

“Marcus!” She cried. “Marcus please! Make love to me!”.

I considered that enough, pushing against as slowly as I could. It was a tight fit, and with each prod of my head Lupa's whines became louder and longer until I finally penetrated her. I endured her squeezes, catching my prick in a vice grip and refusing to let go. Lupa howled a long howl, her body shaking and a few trails of blood running down her leg. I let her settle, her howls turning into whines, and those into whimpers.

“I'm going to start moving now.” I told her, she looked back from over her shoulder, giving me a quick nod and the go ahead to move my hips. Slowly I pushed and pulled inside her, each time moving deeper inside her. Lupa tried her best not to moan and wail with every thrust, instead breathing in and out to match my movement. She reached back and pressed her claws against my stomach, gently grazing them down my shirt. Even from here I could see the smile begin to shape her face, her breath stifled with little yelps.

“Faster...” She ordered, grinding herself against my pelvis. I complied, picking up my pace. She moaned softly, arching her back and pushing forward until her front was pressed against the tree. I gave chase, unwilling to pull out of her. With my hands I pulled her away from the tree slightly, cupping her breasts in each hand and fondling them, kneading the breasts and playing with her nipples.

Lupa in turn pushed against me, wrapping her arm behind my neck and using me for support. My head now against her shoulder, she turned to look at me, deep into my eyes before kissing me softly on the lips. I returned her kiss with my own and before long she forced her tongue into my mouth, wrestling with mine for domination. I was almost caught by surprise but sub consciously expected her instincts to kick in sooner or later.

“Faster!” She ordered again, pulling away for only a quick second before wrapping her mouth around mine once more. I was now slamming against her with every thrust, fondling and thrusting and kissing. Her usual yelps and whines were replaced by moans of pleasure.  I pulled out of her, flipping her around and slamming her back against the tree. I picked her up at the legs and once again forced myself in her, her legs wrapping around me as I slammed into her once more.

“It feels good!” She cried, pressing her forehead against my shoulder. “It feels so good!”.

Lupa turned her head, licking my cheek and neck, sending fireworks through my mind.
“Does it feel good inside me, Marcus?” She asked me in between licks.

“Yeah...” I managed to grunt, she was tight, probably the tightest I've ever felt. Her walls hugged me with each thrust and sucked me back in every time i retracted. I felt a sudden sting of pain against my back, Lupa was dragging her claws, tearing into my clothing and digging into my skin. I ignored the pain as best I could until she finally pushed herself off the tree, throwing me on to my spine and sending a jolt of fire through my body.

The werewolf hunched over me, slamming against my rod like a wild animal. Her tongue dangle from her mouth, leaning over me and dragging it across my neck and face. It seems like she was taking charge, but I would have none of it.

I wrestled with her, but she grabbed my wrists and pretty much man handled me every attempt I made. I pushed as hard as I could with my left arm, twisting by body in the same direction and throwing her off me and to the ground. Before she could retaliate, I lifted her leg into the air, wrapping my arms around it and resting it against my shoulder and chest as I ravaged her. She panted and moaned, her eyes glazed over and her arms limp in front of her. With a wicked grin, I dropped her leg, grabbing on to her hips and forcing her to her hands and knees. When I once again began to thrust, I grabbed on to her tail and pulled, which sent some sort of reaction in her body. She wailed and writhed on the ground, scratching at the dirt and kicking her feet.

She was lost now, her eyes rolled upwards as she joined me, slamming her hips against me to match my thrusts. My body was on fire, my mind melted in my skull and my hips moving on auto pilot. I could feel it building up, ready to explode inside her. I kept my grip on her tail, keeping her ass upwards and my free hand gripped on her buttock, diging my fingers into her soft skin.

“Come inside me!” She begged. “I want it all inside me!”.

I complied as I reached my peak, a hot white river flowing into her made her frantic. Her wails and cries and howls wouldn't stop until I finished firing inside her.
Finally, my legs trembled and I fell on my behind, my head tilted towards the sky and my breath heavy with exhaustion.

Lupa remained on the ground, her leg twitching for some time until she forced herself on to her trembling knees. She looked over her shoulder, her tail beginning to wag before she crawled around be to me. She took my cock in her furry hand, putting it into her mouth and sucking the tip, sending a sensation through my loins as she pulled what was left out of me. Her face scrunched up, but she swallowed it, kissing the tip lovingly before simply stroking me softly with the occasional lick on the side for good measure. It refused to stand back up, both it and I exhausted and soon it became flaccid, much to her disappointment.

“There...” I wheezed, lying back in the dirt. “That wasn't so bad now, was it?”.

“No...~” Lupa cooed, resting her head on my lap and taking in deep, relaxed breaths.

Sometime passed, this was the first time in a long time I didn't pass out like a chump after sex. We simply lied there for awhile, slowly putting our cloths back on and parts back into my pants before mustering the energy to stand up.

“I guess there's no way to convince you to come with me...” Lupa moped, her ears drooping against her head.
I felt a twinge in my heart, one I had to ignore. I still had responsibilities and a general love for freedom. Well, freedom that doesn't only include what part I want to put my junk into. To the best of my abilities I put on a smile, scratching her ear lightly.

“Well hey, you're a woman now, aren't you? You ever been to Bouceroc before?”.
“Yes?”.
“The house on the hill a few clicks outside of town? That's mine. No one will be bothered by a monster on the road as long as you don't cause trouble, come pay me a visit whenever.”.

Lupa's ears rose, returning a bright smile and nodding her head. “Okay!” She shouted with gusto, her tail wagging furiously behind her.

She leaned in, rewarding me with a soft kiss on the cheek before turning around to run off back home to the lost woods.
“I'll come visit real soon, okay!?” She shouted with a wave which I returned.
“I'm looking forward to it!”.

Well, that's strike three on the churches “No monsters allowed!” Rule, if I lived in one of the bible thumping nations chances are I'd have a inquisitor hot on my ass already. I turned to leave the woods, spotting what looked like a mouse girl at the corner of my eye, her face flush. She squeaked and disappeared in the brushes once she noticed I was watching. Seems we had a peeking Tom this entire time, huh?

I spent the day at the same inn before heading back home to Bouceroc, heading into town to tell Wolfgang that the job was done, if I had any hope of finding the old man before sun set it would of course be at the down town office, one of the buildings they stuff guards into so they aren't all gathered at the barracks. I spotted him right away, leaning against the wall of his building across the street.

“Hey Wolfgang! Jobs done.” I announced as I ran over to him.
He hushed me, bringing a finger to his lips. “Why, what?” I asked, turning to follow his gaze. I noticed those uniforms and armour, six heavily armoured man standing side by side by each arm of a man in robes. An inquisitor? What the hell was he doing all the way out here? He didn't even have jurisdiction.

“Inquisitor Torq.” Wolfgang whispered. “Cock sucker is always causing trouble in town, doesn't give a rats ass about any treaty as long as he gets to hang some poor sap behind our backs.”.

“What the hell is he doing here now?” I asked back in the same hushed tone, did they really have a way of striking a third for us “heretics”?

I didn't even notice the man they were almost surrounding, a semi circle made around him, how did I miss him? An absolute giant of a man, standing at least nine feet tall or more, towering over even the armoured guards that brandished their weapons. He was wearing a chest plate, a cuirass almost identical to those muscle toned pieces the Greeks used to wear in ancient times, the ones you would see in a lot of history museums. His arm muscles bulged, veins visible on his wrists and biceps. And most of all, his face was concealed behind a helmet, what looked like a shrieking demon with a large hole that would be its beak keeping the mans face in the dark. Only his eyes were visible, even from here they made me uneasy, brown sunken in eyes glared back at the Inquisitor, clearly unamused.

“Who the hell is the giant?” I asked Wolfgang, who shrugged, his gaze never leaving the scene.
“Not sure on the name, but I have a good idea.”.

“Let me pass...” The giant ordered the Inquisitor, who merely laughed mockingly at the order.
 “You have no right to demand anything from me!” He barked. Torq examined the man from top to bottom, the giant remained unmoving, his right hand gripped on a ludicrously sized axe with a double head, the blades themselves could probably cut down a carriage.

“And you have no power here...” The giant retorted, still unflinching and unmoving.
“Righteous fury needs to permission from mere men!” Torq cried, raising his holy book into the air. He narrowed his eyes on the giant, a smirk appearing on trimmed bearded face.
“You...Are from Vellond, are you not?” He asked, stepping closer to the man.
“Correct...” The giant answered bluntly.
“Vellond's Emperor has announced his declaration of war against both God and Demon, did he not?”.
“Correct.”.
“So, you wear the armour, you must be of Vellond military?
“Correct.”.
“So you are an enemy to the church and to god!” Torq finally reached his conclusion, looking back to his men, whom all had their weapons brandished and at the ready.

“Men! Seize this heret---” Torq was cut off, literally. Like a flash of lightning, the giant had swing his axe horizontally from right to left. I was barely able to make out his movement but the effects were clear. In the split second that it took him to raise his axe and swing it, he had cut through Torq and five of his six men, the sixth who was lucky enough to have tripped backwards the second before. Their torso's seemed to hang in the air to me, like time slowed down as both blood and intestines sprayed from their wounds.  All at once, Torq's upper torso, and his men, dropped to the ground, their eyes still wide open and their mouths agape and filled with blood.

The last man scurried on the ground slipping in the blood drenched mud as he looked up at the giant, still holding his axe to one side in the air. He was shaking and crying visibly, urine trailing down his pant leg.
The giant exhaled, visible air flowing from the mouth of his helmet like it was a cold winters day.
He looked down at the last man, pointing his axe only inches from his face, causing the poor man to shriek in fright and soil himself once more.

“You shall be my messenger then.” The giant announced, twisting his axe from side to side.
“Y-yes, of course!” The man obeyed. “What message!”.
“Tell your beloved church who killed these men. Tell them my name.”.
“Of course milord! Of course! But...What is your name?”.
“...Crom.”.

The man froze at the name, his eyes widening in sheer terror. “C-Crom!? A-As in, Emperor Tiberius Crom!?”.

The giant nodded slowly, getting his message across. The, now probably former, guard nodded frantically, scurrying away from the axe head and running off passed the giant, who let him pass without incident.

“I don't fucking believe it.” Wolfgang muttered.
“What?” I managed to cough up, my eyes still glued to the giant and the carnage around him.
“The Emperor of Vellond has stated that he goes where he pleases, no matter the border... I didn't think he was fucking serious. He strolls into town like he's on a god damn picnic.”.

The giant, this Tiberius Crom, began to move down the street, bystanders and guards alike moving out of the way to give him plenty room. He looked down at me as he passed, his glare piercing deep into my heart, like an arrow to the soul. It sent chills down my spine, a crippling terror I didn't want to feel again.

No personal guards, no hint of fear. Every one of his steps was confident and uncared for. If there were any assassins who wanted their hands on this man, I'd like to see them try.

I didn't want to be here anymore, just staring at the Emperor of Vellond was enough to make me sick to my stomach with fear. I got my contract money from Wolfgang as fast as I could and went home. I need a drink...