Hello loves

I’m working on something special to celebrate almost 3000 (!!!) followers. I apologize for not being as active as I have wanted to be. Life and working on getting published has taken all my time. So here is an aesthetic (since I am obsessed with making them) as a teaser for my delicious new story. Keep a watchful eye on my blog, loves. And thank you so much for following and enjoying my little stories.

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teradoration:

Monsters that are shrouded in smoke, but don’t have full control over it. Whenever you get too near those wisps are drawn to you like a magnet, tendrils of darkness lapping at your figure. When you ask what’s happening the monster only looks at the ground and whispers in a mortified voice “it likes you.”

Oh yes please

A Naga and His Chain

He pushes your face into the pillows, muffling your screams as he takes you from behind. His razor sharp claws digging into your shoulder and your hip as he relentlessly claims you. His scales pinching your back as you arch into him, pushing your ass back meeting him thrust for thrust.

He hisses at your enthusiasm.

The metal chain that’s attached to the collar around your neck slips, the coolness raising your skin. He remembers it then, reaching for it and wrapping it around his massive, scaled forearm, pulling it back, so you have to sit up on all fours.

“How is my pet?” He purrs as he tugs on the chain harder, forcing you to arch your back fully, pressing against his broad chest. The scales along his abdomen pinch at your sensitive curves, but you’ve never cared about the pain. He thrusts forward, and you grunt at how deep he is inside you.

“Feeling full, master,” you gasp as he circles his hips, and you swear you feel his tip reach your cervix. How you can take every monstrous inch of him was beyond you. But you knew nothing, and no else could fill you as he can.

His forked tongues laps along the back of your neck as he fists your hair and pulls it across your shoulder. You shudder as the rough texture of his tongues lick between your shoulder blades and up to your ear.

“My precious pet,” he hisses as he thrusts again, his powerful tail pushing him forward to make each thrust beyond earth shattering.

“Yes, master,” you moan as the metal of the collar bites into your neck as he pulls on your chain, falling backward onto the nest.

You straddle him the best that you can, your hips having to stretch to be able to sit on his massive shaft. His thick tail stretches out in front of you, gold and black scales shimmering in the firefight making him look just as venomous as he was. You turn your head only slightly to see him wrapping the chain around his arm as his tail comes up to wrap around your waist.

“Such a perfect prize you are, my pet,” he sighs as he pulls gently on the chain making your back arch once again, your soft ass squishing against his hips. A few of his scales cut into your skin, the scent of fresh blood filling the air making him shudder.

His tail continues to wrap around your waist. The venomous spiked tip grazes your skin softly enough not to harm you. He would never actually put your life at risk—only a trickle of blood here and there or making it slightly uncomfortable to breath was the furthest he would go.

You gasp as he tightens his hold on you and lifts you just to slam you back down on him. You grip onto his thick tail with both arms as he uses it to pull you up and down, hitting that perfect sweet spot deep inside you.

You can barely handle it any longer as he tugs on your chain, nails digging into your curves, and his ribbed cock fucking you into a stupor. The craze turns into a supernova of tingling ecstasy as he pushes you over the edge. His name chanted from your lips, forgetting for the moment the role you were to be playing as he continues his merciless pounding.

He doesn’t stop until he reaches his release, spilling his seed into your eggless womb. This was not a breeding fuck tonight—no, this was merely for pleasure.

A master and his pet. A naga and his mate.

He lets you rest against his tail as you come down from your high, still nestled inside you, his warm seed seeping out onto his scales. He pushes up on his elbows and kisses the back of your neck making you sigh.

“My pet is sated?” He purrs as he lifts you off of him and places you among the cushions of your mating nest. You watch as his cock disappears back into his sheath, already sad at the loss of it. He quickly picks up on your mood change.

“Blue is not your color,” he says gently as he nuzzles your neck. “Surely your orgasm should make your state of mind redder.”

“Mmmm I’m only blue because your pet has not been thoroughly fucked.”

He pulls back with wide yellow eyes and then smirks. “Such a wicked lush for my cock you are. Maybe I will bring out both this time?”

Your toes curl at the thought, and you press your breasts into his face as he moves to trap you underneath him. His hard body pressing into yours as his hot breath in your ear sends shivers down your spine.

“Your wish is my command.”

He finds the chain and yanks on it again.

Merry Christmas (and a look into the New Year)

Hello to all my loves!

First I want to apologize for lack of content lately, these past few months have flown by and I had to take a step back from this blog.

I absolutely love writing under the topic of teratophilia and am still so surprised at the amount of attention this blog has received. I’m so happy there’s so many of you who enjoy the same things as I do and have such positive reactions to my little stories.

That being said, good news! I will be continuing this blog in the new year! With hotter, darker, and more erotic stories from all different kinds of monsters, demons, and so on so on.

Now, I am a real writer in my real life and I am currently working on a few projects that have deadlines and need my undivided attention. So while I will focus on this blog as often as I can, it will not be updated on a super regular basis. But I promise the stories I do put out will (hopefully) be worth it!

I hope you all will stick around as the New Year approaches and I want to thank you all for following and sharing this wonderful kinky little blog.

I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas to those who celebrate and I wish everyone a Happy New Year full of blessings, happiness, and fulfillment.

Check back for new stories *very* soon!

Xoxo

Life and Death

Life and Death were lovers.

Life was beautiful, radiant, warm, and caring.

Death was rough, dark, cold, and cynical.

No two beings of such vast and unignorable differences should ever be in love. But, regardless, they were.

‘Star-crossed lovers’ some would say. How could Life and Death ever truly be together? But ah, they forget, you cannot have one without the other.

Life knew this which is why she loved her Death so. Even with his scaled skin, his deep set frown, his torn wings and ever constant rain cloud; Death was hers and hers alone.

Death did not know why Life loved him, with her perfectly smooth body, her waves of golden locks, bright star-kissed eyes and perfect feathered wings that glittered in the sun.

“Why do you love me?” He would ask.

“Because,“ she would reply simply. "Without you there is no me and without me there is no you.”

Then she would kiss him on his rough cheeks before pressing her full lips to his thin ones. Death only knew pure bliss from the lips of his Life. The warmth she would spread through him with her hands, her lips, her tongue…

Death knew his soul belonged to Life.

She was his goddess divine, the spark to his fire, the rain to his drought, the sun to his moon.

And when Life would gift him with the full expanse of her love for him…Death would feel…alive.

From the sway of her hips…the curve of her backside…the swell of her breasts…the pull of her lips as he would moan her name into the night…

Life gave all when she gave her passion to him. She would taunt him endlessly, tease him with her needy mouth, the flutter of her lashes, the sweep of her tongue.

Many would believe Life was the innocent one, that Death would be the one to taint her…but no Life was a vixen, a wicked creature of pleasure. And oh, how Death loved her so.

He worshiped her, body and soul. Memorized every inch of her with his cool tongue, left his marks on her skin with his claws, explored every curve and peak and cavern until she was a puddle of ecstasy.

Knowing he brought such a divine creature such as Life into the waves of erotic bliss gave Death something to live…and to love…for.

And when Life and Death joined as one…they shook the very cosmos.

It was always heated. Claws, and feathers, and teeth, and scales, and light, and warmth, and cool, and dark, and sighs, and moans, and cataclysmic bliss…over and over and over again.

Death knew he would never get enough of Life. Never get enough of the way she looked when he pushed into her, the way her hips moved in circular motion when she became frustrated with his slow pace, the way she would scream his name when he would thrust her over the edge…

Life knew she would never get enough of Death. Never get enough of the way he said her name when her mouth took him whole, the way his eyes darkened when she rode him, the way he gripped her so tight when he filled her with his pleasure she knew she would fall apart without his hold…

And when they lay together, the warmth of hers colliding with the coldness of his, she would ask:

“Why do you love me?” He would wrap his wings around her then, shutting them inside a cocoon of his darkness, the glow of her skin radiating between the rips and tears of him.

“Because,” he would simply say. “Without you there is no me and without me there is no you.”

Rain pelted the window of your bedroom, thunder rolled across the heavens shaking the glass in its frame. Lightening flashed illuminating your room and the mountains beyond the household. You wrapped yourself tightly in a blanket, staring out at the raging storm, unable to sleep. Each time lightening cracked, your body shook with fear and anxiety.

How you hated these late summer storms.

How you hated to be alone during these late summer storms.

You pouted your bottom lip as the wind picked up, the giant oak tree swaying dangerously close to the side of your home. You sunk deeper into your fort of blankets and pillows. Why of all nights had they left you alone…

In the last few months your new ‘masters’ had very rarely left you even a moment of solitude. Obsessed with their new ‘pet’ they kept you close and always in their view. Showering you with presents, compliments and unending pleasure. They adored you entirely and wanted you all to themselves.

And, of course, you reveled in it.

Being claimed by the three demon like males had given you a new purpose in life. Being swept up in their fantastical world, taken care of and basically worshipped left you completely forgetting your old life. Had there been a life before them? It was all so hazy now.

The princes of darkness and shadows were your life now and you adored them so. Each one different, each one unique but each one shared the same passion for you. And you feverishly matched them with your own.

At first they had frightened you, when you had been sold to them as ‘sacrifice’. The Wendigo they had whispered when three large, impeccably dressed half demon, half man like beings had approached you. Their skull like heads, and glowing eyes were similar in theory but each different. One had the skull of a dog, his large thick horns curled three times through the back of his head, his eyes glowed a pale blue. He had cocked his head at you, pure fascination. The second had the skull of a bear, his horns thinner, curved out like vines along a tree, his eyes were golden. His teeth were the largest, his mouth slightly open as he stared down at you. The third a skull of a deer, with horns that were more like antlers that curved and twisted from the back base of his head. His eyes glowed red.

He had been the first to reach out to you. His gloved hand extended, the red eyes soft and inviting, though your heart raced in fear.

You had taken his hand, the warmth reaching your very bones. And that had been that. You were theirs.

It had taken a few short days for you to realize you truly weren’t going to be eaten by these monsters. That they really weren’t monsters at all. Just three lost souls trying to find their place in this cruel world. Your kindred spirits sparked an instant connection with them…your intimate curiosity kindled that spark into a fire.

You had let them claim you pretty quickly, in body and soul. Creatures that should have frightening you, should have consumed you whole, were now your lovers. Each pushed their way into your tight intimate places, mating you, as they pushed into your heart, forging a bond that would be everlasting. They made you wanton and needy, made you glow and wither under their touches. You had never minded their teeth, their smooth skeletal bodies wrapped only in some places with velvet skin and fur and feathers. Never minded that they weren’t men at all, but beasts ready to rut you into the dirt.

Well into the mattress or floor more often than not. They were not ones to get unnecessarily dirty.

You sighed at the memories as you held the blanket tighter around you. Wetness pooled between your legs at the thought of them. No matter how many times, no matter how many ways they took you it still did not feel enough. You had gotten to the point where all three must be inside of you in some way or you were not fully sated….

Another crack of lightening left a roar of thunder to crash across the night sky, the very walls felt like they shook. You screeched and dove under the blankets.

'Please come back to me, please, please, please.’

You pleaded in a whisper, tears pricking your eyes as you shook under the mess of blankets.

A corner of the covers lifted then as a gentle wind caressed your face, letting in the soft glow of a candle. Golden eyes shown in the dark.

“You called, my lady?” The deep rumbling voice of the bear Wendigo sent a chill down your spine. Before you had time to think you tore out of the blankets jumping up and wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders. Another had to catch the candle that fell from his hand as he wrapped his arms around you. You swung your legs around him, practically climbing up his tall body, clinging to him like moss on a tree.

A deep chuckle sounded behind him and you peaked out to see pale blue eyes glowing in amusement.

“Our little pet does not do well with thunder it seems,” he purred as he reached out and ran his knuckles down your cheek. You melted into his touch.

The third, the deer Wendigo, placed the candle on the bedside table before coming back to where you were. You turned to him as he placed a hand on your back, rubbing in small circles. He was the most caring of the three, the most gentle, his deep need to take care of you left you weak.

“My darling pet,” he said gently as he moved his head closer to you, your eyes shut as he rubbed his smooth jaw against yours. “No need to shake, nature is nothing to fear.”

“You were gone all day,” you pouted as you reached out to him, letting him take his turn to take you into his arms, burying your face into his shoulder. He held you bridal style as he then sat on the edge of the bed, the other two leaning against the bed frame.

“You know if you need us to just call,” he said gently as he petted your long hair. His other hands running up and down your thigh.

“I didn’t want to bother you.” You received a scolding tsk from all three.

“Nothing is more important to us now than you. You are above all else,” he hissed, growls of agreement from the other two.

Another bolt of lightening and rumble of thunder left you tense in his arms. He held you tighter his hand wandering to the front of your thighs…you mewed involuntarily.

His hand stopped and you peaked from his shoulder, catching the quick glance they gave each other. Your core began to burn at the looks. He moved then and placed you onto the bed so they could all hover above you, their massive bodies leaving you to look like a sprite. You arched your back slightly as you tilted your head back to look at them. They raked their glowing eyes down every inch of you.

“Maybe,” blue eyes flared. “What you need is a distraction.”

“To get your mind onto other…things,” giant teeth moved closer to you as you reached up to brush your fingers across the smooth, ivory surface of his jaw. You let your fingers wander over those large teeth as he slowly opened his mouth for your exploring. Hot breathe and a course tongue made you shiver.

“I think…” you whisper. “I can be easily distracted.”

They came for you then, gloved hands removing the silken nightgown you wore. Pressing you back into the plush covers as your legs were spread, your back arched. Red eyes came close to you, the thin jaw nuzzled you to turn your head so his thick tongue could sweep across your sensitive skin. His sharp teeth crazed your jawline as his tongue continued to explore. Blue eyes watched as your face scrunched at the pleasure, his hands drawing lazy circles up your side as he kneeled on the bed next to you. His hands swept across your ribs, then between the valley of your perked breasts. He settled his palm just for a moment, letting himself feel the pulse of your heart. He groaned as he then moved to take a hardened nipple between his fingers, his tongue circling the other.

You let yourself peak as golden eyes dipped between your legs, large warm hands pressing down onto your thighs to keep you open to him. You had the bad habit of wanting to squeeze them together when you came. He opened his jaw wide, letting that course tongue slither out sweeping you unabashed right up your glistening slit.

You moaned loudly and the three moaned in return. They teased and tortured you with they hands and their teeth and their tongues. Leaving you withering and gasping and pleading for release. They did not give it. Not yet.

Clothes of their own were finally vanished as began rubbing their bodies on you. The feel of their bones and skin and fur and feathers left you begging for them. They chuckled and purred as they took their positions. You were almost giddy when you felt their hot tips at your entrances.

One took his place under you, his large hands and long clawed fingers holding your hips as he found your secret entrance, his large shaft pressing into you. Your plush body had to find a comfortable spot on top of him, his jutting ribcage and feathers raising your skin. The other knelt in front lifting your small legs up to his shoulders, dipping to let his tongue glide up your calf and across the instep of your foot. You giggled at the feeling. Then the third carefully placed himself so he knelt over you, his hands roaming up to your breasts then to your shoulders, one reaching to the back of your head to lift your slightly. Claws dig into your skin from each angle, the gasp that left your throat had them groaning.

The position was perfect, their long lithe bodies fit like erotic puzzle pieces in order to fill every inch of you. Their cocks were ready, you licked your lips and then licked the tip of your kneeling Wendigo, a hiss of satisfaction from him was the signal to the other two that you were ready.

And then you were spread to the point of almost pain. You moaned loudly and gasped and circled your hips in utter ecstasy as they pushed into you. Their clawed hands digging into your soft flesh, curses and hisses and growls escaped their open jaws as they filled you to the hilt.

The third gripped the back of your head, reminding you that you still had a hole to fill. You smiled and licked your lips again, opening your hot wet mouth for him. His hiss sent a chill up your spine as he slowly let your mouth wrap around him.

Their thrusts were slow at first as you worked the cock in your mouth, sucking the tip and circling your tongue at the slit. You reached up and stroked the base, letting the other two support you fully. You reached down and cupped his balls, the blue eyes flashing in pure delight, you knew this was a great turn on for him.

The three grew restless though at the slow pace and their hips started to jerk. So you moaned low and whispered their names, letting them know they could take you.

And they did. Roughly.

You barely had time to scream or moan as they gripped you harder and rutted you. Your hips held tight, your hair fisted as every opening of your body was fucked. Thoroughly.

Wave after wave after wave of pleasure hit you as they continued to thrust into you. Their massive members bringing you to orgasm again and again. You were a wanton, mewing, sweat slicked goddess who was ready to be sacrificed to the gods of the night.

And when their hot seed filled your body….burned deep inside you…shot down your throat…you knew you would willingly be sacrificed over and over and over again.

A crisp wind cooled your skin as one flicked his wrist for the windows to open, the raging storm now nothing but soft rain. They crawled from you to let you breathe for a moment, letting you float back down from your sinful high. You laid there, eyes closed, a small smile on your lips before you reached your hands out and they returned to you.

They wrapped you up in their arms, curling around you like animals would, nuzzling you with their great skulls, letting you run your fingertips up and down their horns.

They whispered to you sweet words in their own language, a language you were slowly learning. You hummed along to their ancient sayings, letting them lull you to sleep. Their gentle petting hands and brushes of fur and feathers drifting you off into a sea of darkness.

They were your princes of shadows, lords of death, gods of night. You were their goddess divine. The monsters meant to devour you were now the only ones to calm you through a raging storm.

Points to whoever guesses where I got my inspiration.

The Shadow Lover

He was always there. Hiding in the shadows of the darkest corners. Starlight eyes and ashen smell. The night and volcanic incarnate.

Smoke and claws and feathers.

That’s all you had ever actually seen of him.

But, you knew he was always there. His voice crept to you at any time of the day, spoken as if a thousand old souls spoke at once.

“My lovely.“

“Darling girl.”

“Precious jewel.“ ”

“Do you want to be mine?“

Each time he spoke, a shiver ran up your spine. He would say such things that set your heart blazing.

Your thighs pressing together.

Your mouth salivating.

Did you want to be his?

You weren’t so sure…

You knew that he did not approach you fully because he said he would frighten you. His monstrous image would either stop your pulse or send your feet flying.

You didn’t believe him.

How could something so tempting, so sweet, so enticing be so horrible?

He would laugh darkly when you tried to persuade him. Tell you that your conversations should be the only contact between you.

But then he would say…

“If only I could touch you.”

“If only I could taste you.“

“Feel your skin against my teeth, the pulse of your mortal heart on my tongue.”

“I bet you taste like how spring smells. Full and fresh and new. Your body screams to be tasted.“

“Would you let me taste you?”

You knew you would.

You would let him do anything to you.

Even after you saw a flash of white, sharpened fangs smile at you from the shadows. You would let him sink those teeth into your soft flesh. Let him use them on your most intimate of places.

You craved him even when he had never laid a finger on you. Your skin brazen, your womanhood pulsing with need and he would moan and purr to you as you touched yourself.

“You sound so sweet when you put your hand there. Yes..there. Does that feel good? I can smell that it feels good.“

“Use two fingers my darling, spread yourself for me. Open your legs so I can see. Obey me. Open.”

“Taste yourself…how do you taste? Hmmmm I would love to taste you.”

“Bend over. Arch your back. Push it deeper. Do you like that? Oh yes, I know you do.“

“Louder, I want to hear you scream.”

“What a sweet little thing you are, what I could do to you.“

He would watch you night after night as you explored your body, as he taught you how to pleasure yourself from the shadows. He would hum in deep satisfaction when you found your most sensitive spots. Purr when you moved your hips in rhythm to whatever object you inserted into yourself.

You always felt a burst of some foreign energy pulse towards you when you found release, his shadows inching closer and closer as you moaned and mewed at the sensation coursing through your body. You pleaded time and time again…

Touch me, touch me, touch me.

"You would be destroyed if I touched you.”

He would reply each and every time. His shadows curling closer to you, a rustle of feathers and scraping of claws against the wall. You would lay there naked, panting always wanting to be brave enough to approach him yourself, but your body was always frozen as if he knew your thoughts.

“But, oh, how I long to touch you.“

“To make you moan as I pushed inside you…”

“Feel your tight, breakable, fragile body stretch to fit me.“

“You would bleed.”

“And I would savor every drop.“

“You would let me do whatever I wanted, I know. You would not say no to me even if I wanted to tear you a part.”

“My precious jewel, what I could do to you.“

Smoke and claws and feathers. Ashen smells and starlight eyes. That’s all you had ever seen of him. His purr and vibrant voice filled you and your every need, his words bringing you to climax night after night.

Thank Starlight eyes preying on your body, clawed shadows just out of reach. You knew you would let him do anything to you.

Would you let him destroy you?

Yes.

And you would beg him to do it.

I adore all you lovers new content coming soon!

It truly wasn’t fair. Your lungs burned as you ducked, jumped and sprinted across the wooded terrain, your knees and calf muscles tightening at each fall of your bare feet. You were no match for them, even if you were a very strong runner. You kept your eyes dead set on the light that came through the opening of the dense forest. All you had to do was get through the clearing, before the sun set, then you could really pick up your speed.

A long, low howl sounded from behind you, igniting a chorus of echoing howls that sent chills up your spine and made every hair on your body stand straight. Your heart was for sure going to explode before you reached the clearing.

A snap of teeth at your left ankle made a startled scream escape your burning throat. Damn them and their stealthy silence. A few growls and a couple more snaps of sharp fanged jaws came from behind you as you hurtled a fallen tree. There was at least four that had caught up to you, and your blood was set on fire as you heard their heavy breathing so close. Fuck, fuck, fuck…

This was what was called the mating run. A tradition among the pack you had found yourself belonging too. You weren’t born in the pack, you had no magical blood in you at all, just plain human. But a few years ago you had been rescued by a few of the males, saving you from a truly horrible fate. They had kept you with them and healed you, letting you into their private world, showing you all their secrets. From that day on you had decided to stay, becoming one of them…one of the wolves.

The ritual you were participating in today had been something you were training for for months now. Typically it would have been a female wolf, one that was ready to mate with an eligible male, being chased in wolf form. Making it a difficult catch. You, a human, had to train to make it more exciting for them.

The wolves of the pack were not the average wolf, they were massive, muscled, beautiful creatures that you were sure had started the myths of werewolf’s. But these wolves were not blood thirsty animals of nightmares, but ancient creatures that wanted to be left alone, left to live with their customs and traditions, away from the harmful ways of humans. And so there you found yourself, one of the pack…running, twigs and leaves catching on your long auburn hair, being chased by 12 eligible males.

The weeks leading up to the chase had left you so tired you could hardly believe you had the energy to propel you forward at the moment. All 12 males had been courting you for weeks, even though you were not the only female up for a mating run. This caused some tension between you and the other females, some thinking it extremely unfair the ‘human’ girl was getting so much attention, them being use to being the ones sought after. It’s not like you wanted the attention, just the exoticness of you left many of the males (taken or not) drooling (literally) after you. You were peak erotic fantasy to them, being able to fuck a human in their wolf form. It was taboo, slightly frowned upon, and very rare since they kept so closely to themselves and other neighboring packs.

You were a gem…a very fuckable gem.

So the 12 males had been after you, bringing you gifts and treasures, never letting you out of their sight. You quickly became use to them touching, and rubbing on you, it was instinct to them as you were already use to cuddling up to their hairy, massive bodies. But when hormones and the mating call were added, it became a hundred times worse. Whether they were in wolf form or human you were constantly on ones lap, or on ones back, or hands and arms were around your waist, your shoulders, brushing gently against your accented curves. It was pure sexual torture, they teased you with their lips, their long wolf tongues, their teeth but none were allowed to take it too far. Your true pleasure was meant for the one who caught you.

A flash of ghostly white flicked past your vision, it took every ounce of strength not turn your head, knowing it would make you lose your footing. Another flash of white as a massive pure white wolf passed 100 yards to your left..then a long, low very familiar howl sounded in your ears. You couldn’t help but let your lips twitch into a smile and heat pooled in your belly at the sound.

This white wolf was the wolf you wanted the most.

He was second in command of the pack, in line to be chief in the near future. He was the most perfect specimen you had ever seen in your life, both in human form and in wolf form. He had been the one that saved you from your early death all those years ago, had been the one to teach you all the ways of the pack. He wasn’t one for sweet words, or romantic gestures, but he had made it very clear that you were the one he wanted (which was a reason you were almost killed again, but this time by one of the female wolves, but that’s a whole other story).

In human form, his hair was as black as night that fell to his midback, his eyes shining charcoal as they gazed after you night after night of the past month as you would make the ceremonial walk to your room, only sheathed in a thin layer of cotton, leaving nothing to the imagination. He was taller than the others and naturally very muscular, so his wolf form was also the biggest, and the strongest. To have the perfect white fur he had when he shifted was something of a ‘gift from the gods’, the elders would say. He had been blessed from birth and was highly respected among the packs of the north, no one messed with him.

So you were rather surprised to still have three wolves in solid pursuit behind you, blatantly challenging the second in command. He was the furthest from you but kept the pace you did so you could see him in the corner of your eye. Your heart beat so quickly you were once again sure it was going to burst. The clearing was closer now, the sun shining dimly, almost set. You had to get through before your human eyes betrayed you.

Another howling chorus set you sprinting at full speed.

You burst through the clearing and the open meadow shined gold in the setting sun, the twilight coming to an end. The stars shown behind you, the moon barely creating light over the woods. You let yourself a quick glance behind you, four massive wolves were a breath away from catching you.

You scream despite yourself which resulted in possessive growling behind you. The chase really got them going.

A flash of white right next to you made you turn your head. He was looking right at you, keeping your pace, you could reach your arm out and touch him if you wanted. Your breathing was become uneven as your speed slowed.

He knew it was time.

With a snap of his jaws you screamed again and lost your footing, landing on your side in the soft meadow flowers and rolling down a slight hill. He was with you the whole way, snapping his jaws at two other males who had caught up.

Then you felt the sharp pain of thick teeth sinking into your shoulder. You come to a stop as a giant wolf stood over you, his jaw possessively held tight to you, his white fur tickling your almost bare skin.

He growled deep as the 11 other males surround you both. One by one they went to the ground, ears back, accepting their defeat. The white wolf let go of your shoulder, lapping at the blood dripping from the wounds he created. Tasting your blood was all part of the ritual.

You rolled onto your back, your chest heaving as your heart tried to slow its pace. He moved off of you and then began to circle you, the eyes of the other wolves following his every move. Were they going to stay to watch? No one had mentioned that.

The light slip you wore barely covered any of your curves, your breasts were heavy as your nipples hardened in the now cool evening air. You brought yourself up onto your elbows as you watched him circle you again. His eyes locked with yours as he paced in front of you, then he tilted his giant head back and howled a triumph howl into the night air. The others did not follow suit this time.

He approached you then, his muzzle close to your skin as he sniffed from your shoulders down to your feet. Your chest still rose and fell rapidly as your lungs burned for the air you were gulping. But even as your body screamed in protest from the marathon it just endured, the heat between your legs was pooling, ready for the next step. He growled low as he bent forward, sniffing at you, pushing your legs open to get his nose right at the apex of your thighs. You let your legs fall open, still leaning on your elbows watching him as he then growled again as he inhaled your arousal.

A long tongue curled out and swept up the damp slit of your bare womanhood, panties had not been allowed for this. You grown and fall back as he licks you a few more times, leaving you soaking wet. You moan and move your hips against his muzzle, a low sound of approval coming from his massive body. Maybe he was going to be gentle with you, not take you like he would another wolf..

But then as if he had read your mind, he growled low and pushed you aggressively with his shoulders, making you flip over onto your stomach. He pushed one massive paw under your hips, as if demanding you raised them to him. So you brought your ass up, knees bending into the soft ground.

Completely open and vulnerable.

Completely his.

You felt his hardness on the side of your thigh as he positioned himself over you, it felt so hot and so very…thick. A quick wave of panic passed over you as you rested your cheek into the grass, watching his paws come to rest on either side of your body, his massive head leaning down to sniff around your face, another deep growl as he licked your cheek, a final sweet gesture….

Then you felt like your were being torn open. You screamed out as his massive length sheathed itself inside your tight body, unapologetically pushing pass all barriers, no warning, no waiting. This was not to be the gentle love making of your romance novels, no sweet words, no soft touches…

Just full on fucking.

And that’s what he did, he thrusts his powerful hips into you again and again, his thick cock pushing so deep inside you you swore he was going to tear you apart. He panted above you, his wolfish tongue hanging lazily from his muzzle. His front claws digging into the earth as he ravaged your body.

His thrust were rhythmic, opening you wider with movements, your knees groaning at the weight. Then he slowed for a moment, bracing himself as he pushed again…and knotted you. Another scream left your lips as the thick knot fit inside your tight entrance. Tears stung your eyes at the feeling of the fullness. The knot stuck as he continued to thrust, barely leaving your entrance as the movements were tight and precise.

You begin panting as well, your upper body completely slack, not even caring of the dirt that not smeared your face as your mind and body swept you into pure bliss. Your inner walls tightened and a howl so great, so powerful, so full of lust and completion was let out into the night.

The moon and stars seemed to tremble in the very wake of your pleasure, the earth groaning at the energy. The heat of his seed almost burned your insides as your body gave out under his weight, under the pleasure it had just endured. You lay there limp and useless as his hips jerked, making sure to not waste a single drop of his success. You waited for him to pull out of you, bracing yourself for the feeling of emptiness but it did not come.

The knot stayed true as he curled up next to you, staying firmly in place as he shielded your from the world, his tail wrapping around. A low threatening growl then ripped from his throat, the remaining 11 males then could be heard bolting into the woods, tails between their legs.

It takes a few moments for you to catch your breath before you turn onto your side, being careful that your kept your thighs tight so he did not leave your body. He brings his giant muzzle down to your face and nuzzles you gently. You reach up and stroke his ears as you hum to him, unable to form actual language. He rumbles back, understanding.

That evening you were mated four more times, sometimes as rough and unforgiving as the first, another gentle and heartbreakingly loving.

The mating run was now complete. Your body was claimed, your heart now taken.

And in the middle of the moonlit meadow the low howl of the white wolf sounded, echoing into the mountains, a sound so haunting no creature would ever dare to challenge.

Another new muzzle Stroker design on the way, the XCA WildWing! This wyvern critter has a particular fondness with an oral fixation. Would you nuzzle this muzzle? Another beast joining our monstrous lineup coming soon!

Also, the previously announced panther muzzle is in print tonight!