Under the sparse light of a full moon a hunter prowled through the dense forest. His immense form weaving smoothly through the undergrowth, barely a sound marked his presence. He was a predator here. Powerful and ruthless, ready to strike at anything that dared come close. Tonight was the hunt and nothing would stand in his way.
The werewolf stood taller than any man, built upon long limbs that bristled with power. Dark grey fur covered his body, coarse and wild. The coat barely concealed dense muscles that rippled with every movement. Flesh tearing claws and teeth were poised for sudden strikes. Between his legs a sheath contained his fearsome canine shaft. His eyes shone red with animalistic instinct. His humanity had been cast off under the full moon. There was no beast or monster more feared in these woods.
The hunters ears twitched. His nostrils flared as they caught wind of prey. He moved methodically through the brush, a silent killer cloaked by shadows. The trail led him to a clearing where the moonlight was stronger. The prey was not what he had been expecting but was worthwhile none the less.
In the center of the clearing a woman wearing a white dress and shawl was collecting herbs. She was young and beautiful, a picturesque representation of the ideal fair maiden. Long black hair flowed around her shoulders and her smooth skin practically shone with health. The bountiful curves of her chest and body were immediately evident. Her slender hands worked elegantly, completely involved in her task.
Even through his feral eyes, the hunter could still feel the pull of his own human lust. Amplified a hundredfold by the curse of the beast. Already his cock was protruding from its sheath. The angry red phallus was distinctly canine, far larger than any of the natural variety. The shaft was smooth and sleek, ending in an arrowhead-like tip. It dwarfed any competition in both length and girth.
Instinct told the hunter to pounce immediately. A small bit of reason told him to check for any other humans in the area first. So he stalked around the clearing, senses tuned to search for others who might be protecting the maiden. There were no traces. The nearest human town was many miles away, no one would hear her scream.
Pleased with this development, the hunter poised for his strike. The woman was kneeling at a patch of herbs, gently plucking the growth to place in a basket at her side. She appeared unafraid; normal heartbeat, smooth breath, not scanning her surroundings. Easy prey.
Muscles coiled, he erupted from the forest. The massive form of the werewolf covered the distance to the woman in a heartbeat. Just enough time for her to scream. The shrill cry rang out around the clearing, floating meaninglessly into the deep forest. A clawed hand pinned her body to the ground and crushed her face into the dirt. Her arms and legs flailed hopelessly, thrashing against the body of fur now pressing down against her.
Delighted with his prize, the werewolf took no time in shredding her clothing. His razor sharp claws tore away her dress, leaving the garment tattered around her waist. The weapons also drew blood as they flashed across her skin. Her screams of pain were muffled as the beast kept her down. His large body pressing down and moving to keep all of her limbs pinned.
He growled a deep, guttural warning right beside her ear. Teeth bared and eyes wild with lust. She stopped fighting so hard but still trembled under his weight. She was his. Free to get a better position, he maneuvered his body in line with hers. His massive cock slid against her perfectly round ass. It leaked a steady flow of precum onto her delicate body. There was no mistaking his intent.
One of his knees pushed in-between her legs. A monstrous hand grabbed at her thigh. The two limbs worked to spread her open, exposing everything fully. In a frenzy, the werewolf pulled back his hips and attempted to align his cock with her sex. The tip found its mark, forcing its way inside. The woman screamed again, this time openly. It was a feral cry of pain and anguish. The wolf did not care. In a few powerful thrusts he was buried to the hilt inside her. His cock molding her insides to take it.
Slow, inhumanly powerful thrusts bore down on the woman. The werewolf's fur ground against her skin, his intense heat just as unbearable. His canine cock pressed into her, deeper than should have been possible. It had been ages since he'd taken a woman during a full moon. The release was incredible, far stronger than any normal coupling.
He howled then. A long cry to the moon, the force that drove him to this madness. Then he began to move faster. Both of his hands scraped at the ground, trying to find a hold. His legs tensed with bestial strength as his hips pistoned at an accelerating rate. Uncaring and unfeeling frenzy overtook him as he ravaged her. The sounds of the assault could be heard even through the dense forest.
Powered by his unnatural curse, the wolf fucked harder. He brutally slammed down into the woman over and over. Keeping her body pinned beneath his massive form. She continued to feebly struggle, arms and legs pushing and grabbing at anything. From her mouth came hoarse screams that evaporated into the night sky. Eventually, she fought less. Then fell still. Whimpering softly. The wolf never relented.
The night wore on while the beast took his prize. Enhanced in every way, he took a significant amount of time to climax. All the while panting and growling above the woman he was savagely rutting into. As he neared the end, the knot at the base of his cock swelled. It hammered at the entrance of the the woman's hole with savage force. A fresh wave of panic swept over her before the bulbous knot stretched her even further and locked in place.
The werewolf howled and the woman shrieked as the invasive phallus unloaded a torrent of seed into her body. Locked in by the knot, there was no chance that any of it would leak out. Even as the hot, watery ejaculate filled every crevice to the brim. The woman quietly wept; her body a mess of slashes, dirt and bruises. The tattered remains of her dress splayed out on the ground. The wolf basked in his conquest for what felt like an eternity. His sheer weight overwhelming the woman underneath him, keeping her in place. Eventually his knot deflated and let a river of cum gush from her distended hole.
Pushing himself up, the hunter's still massive cock slipped from his prey. The woman gave no response. However she was still breathing in quiet, ragged gasps. Her claw-marked skin shivered and contracted in spasms. It was favorable that she survived. No point in killing her when her body was still useful.
Satiated, the hunter turned and prowled back to the edge of the clearing. Not a shred of attention turned back to his victim. There were other things to attend to. His hulking form almost disappeared back into the shelter of the dark forest. Suddenly a sharp voice rang out behind him.
"That's fucking it? Really?" She was standing tall, bare skin clear of any blemishes. Her silky black hair was once again flowing elegantly down her back in a perfect cascade. "I thought werewolves were supposed to be insatiable monsters. You barley lasted an hour. Do you know how long I've been coming to this clearing during full moons, hoping and praying for a lycanthrope to rape me? And your sorry ass is all I get?"
In shock, the wolf took too long to process what he was seeing. Perhaps he could have escaped her reach if his legs had acted. Once she set her eyes on him there was no chance of that. The air in the clearing crackled with power as the woman lashed out with magic to restrain the beast. Tendrils of searing red energy instantly wrapped around his limbs and mouth. He struggled against them for a heartbeat before they pulled taunt, far stronger than even enhanced muscles. The tendrils pulled him to submission, sending his enormous body tumbling to the ground.
The woman looped the magical energy around her hand lightly. The bindings were secure, her plaything wasn't going anywhere. Her eyes glowed a brilliant red as she exerted her power. Even devoid of human reason, the wolf knew who he had crossed. The magic was unmistakable. A witch of the shadow coven. Realization set in and the hunter ferociously fought against his bonds. Snarling and twisting desperately to escape his fate.
The witch took her time surveying her own body, making sure that the magics had healed everything properly. Then her attention turned back to the beast. With slow steps she sauntered across the clearing to him. A long step planted her feet on either side of his torso. She leaned forward and gazed menacingly down into his eyes, grabbing his snout firmly. "We... are absolutely not done here."
A jolt of crackling power shot through the magical bindings. The captive werewolf grunted in pain. Then a familiar warmth returned to his groin. His cock swelled back to life, energized by the magical pulse. It felt unnatural, like his own heart was resisting the flow of blood. Regardless it stood tall as a mark of the witch's power over his body. He snarled again, staring murderous intent at his captor. The witch laughed. "Got some fight in you? Good, that'll make this more fun."
She reached back to stroke his pointed tip. His nerves flared in pain, too sensitive from his recent orgasm. Slowly and deliberately, the witch lined herself up with his canine cock. Her wet pussy dripping with arousal as she pushed the tip in. She let her body glide down his length, taking the whole shaft with little effort. She moaned and ground her wide hips against his crotch. "Fuck that's a nice big werewolf dick. Shame it's attached to such a mushy runt. I was expecting you to rape me for hours. Pummel my innocent body into the ground over and over~. Treat me like a worthless little hole to be fucking broken."
Anger crept into her voice as she began to move her hips. "Instead you give me a few cuts and shoot your load before I've even gotten off. You didn't even violate my ass! What the fuck are you, a werewolf or a fucking worm?!"
Stronger than she appeared, the witch moved her whole body with terrifying power and grace. Her thighs flexed to propel her up the monstrous phallus she was riding. Then crash back down like a boulder onto his pelvis. The pattern continued at an accelerating rate, the dull thud of flesh against fur getting faster and faster. Her pace was just as brutal as his had been. The witch smirked at the pained expression of her captive. She was just getting started.
Hands pressed to his chest, she continued to ride him at a breakneck pace. Her ass clapped satisfyingly on every violent down stroke. His dick was as hard as it had ever been but completely devoid of his own will. It throbbed and twitched but every pulse sent pain running up his spine. The magic was only keeping his blood in place, the rest of his sensitive nerves railed against the treatment. The witch's eyes shone with magic and malice as she took her fill. And it was no short ordeal.
After a grueling endurance event of a fuck, the dark haired occultist threw her head back and shouted in orgasm. Her body quivered and shook while the wolf underneath her growled. Coming down from that high, she laughed darkly. "Well. That was a nice warm up."
With a flick of her wrist, the magical restraints violently twisted his body around. They were back in the same position that he'd raped her but this time her body was much more relaxed. She gently crossed her arms and laid her head on the ground. A new tendril of energy snapped around the base of his canine cock. The sizzling red energy coiled tightly around the phallus, acting as a block on his own release. It directed his tip to her anus and the other tendrils pulled his body in the right ways. The witch groaned deeply as she forced him to penetrate her ass. She took the entire length just as easily this way. The tendrils forced the werewolf's massive body to move fast, pumping harder than he ever had on his own. The witch's magic infused eyes rolled back in her head and her voice shook. "Ohhhhhh, yeeaaaaaah... Now that's how you brutally fucking rape someone!"
The witch commanded her bound monster to keep pounding her ass for another inhumanly long session. He was beginning to get rubbed raw, his cock now impossibly over taxed. Yet her bindings did not loosen and her will did not falter. She was going to wring every possible speck of pelsure from his body, even if it killed him. A pained and frenzied howl tried to escape his clamped shut mouth. He came again, this time filling up her ass with his liquidy cum. Before he'd even finished another searing hot surge of energy shot through his body and kept his cock from deflating. She glanced back at him with a sadistic smirk. "Again."
The hunter was little more than an object for the entire night. Toyed with and broken over and over again. The witch rode him hard enough to break his enhanced bones, fracturing his pelvis with vicious impacts. The magical tendrils choked him, twisted his arms and tightened around his cock. Unable to move an inch, the beast was helpless against the frightening will of his captor. His knot continuously swelled with excruciating pain. The bulbous organ barely an obstacle for the violent act. After several hours, he couldn't even muster a growl from his abused throat. They both came countless times, one enthusiastically and the other very unwillingly. A horribly crazed grin upon her beautiful face, the witch came hard and squirted all over her victim. The climax barely slowed her down. Diabolical laughter shot through the clearing and pierced into the depths of the forest.
As the sun began to break over the horizon, a supernatural hunter sauntered toward the edge of the clearing. She wore nothing, her white dress now a scattering of dirty rags somewhere on the ground. Wide hips swayed seductively as a river of canine cum ran down her inner thighs. Behind her the withered shell of a werewolf lay broken where he fell. His fur was matted and his skin was dry. The magical restraints had disappeared yet he remained motionless. His chest barely rose with each arduous breath. His enhancements might keep him alive or they might not. With the long night over, his transformation would soon revert.
"Well. That was nice." The witch stretched her arms upward, her whole body basking in the morning light. A warm aura of lazy satisfaction radiated from her being. She walked through the forest as if on a leisurely morning stroll, naked and flaunting everything. Shortly, she had disappeared into the dense foliage. Witches were known to be malevolent forces of sexual fury. There was no beast or monster more feared in all of creation.