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“Easy, boy…” Eivor said as she slowly backed away from the ravenous wolf ahead of her.
Her foot bumped against loose rocks beneath her and she stumbled, losing balance and almost falling to the ground.
The wolf sensed weakness and lunged at the short-haired, blonde Norse woman, slamming into her and knocking her to the ground.
“Fuck!” Eivor yelped as she hit the ground.
The wolf growled as it loomed over her. Curiously, it didn’t bare its teeth. Instead, the wolf seemed keen on mating, as its cock was slowly leaving its sheathe.
Eivor watched in disgust and intrigue as she licked her lips. In her twenty-three years, she’d not been much in favor of sexual partners. Men, she’d sworn off long ago. They were rude, brutish, had no care for a buildup, and little desire to continue afterward. She’d found herself more bedding women more often, satisfied by their softer skin, their gentle touch. Their desire to cuddle and bask in the warmth they provided each other.
In her twenty-three years, Eivor had never considered bedding an animal - or for this matter, letting one bed her. She pulled her bracers off and tossed them aside, carefully watching her beastial guard. She slowly reached down and wrapped her slender fingers around the wolf’s engorged red cock. She could almost feel it throbbing in her hand. The wolf growled quietly at first, causing Eivor to pull back a bit, but soon she returned to the rhythmic motion, and the wolf began to settle.
“Do you desire release? Perhaps a strong Nordic woman like myself can help you.” Eivor mumbled gently, as if to soothe the horny wolf.
It didn’t seem to understand her words, but it must’ve understood the look on her face, one of cautious lust and kindness, as it started to lick her face. She pulled away briefly, sneering in revolt, before remembering what her hand was doing. She sighed and leaned toward the wolf, and it began again. She opened her mouth, allowing the wolf to slip its long pink tongue inside her waiting mouth. It slobbered and drooled inside her mouth and Eivor found herself loving every moment of it.
Some part of her wanted more.
The wolf began to lick her neck, lapping at the beads of nervous sweat forming on the woman’s toned flesh. Eivor couldn’t help but moan as she submitted to the wolf. It wasn’t a person yet it seemed every bit as passionate.
“Would you like to take me?” Eivor asked as she slowed her rubbing of its red cock.
It whined like a mutt, signaling a growing horniness. She sighed with frustration and lust, as she tried to slide out from under the large beast, to a low growl.
“Shh, shh, it’s okay. I need to take my clothes off.” Eivor assured it as she slowly stood up.
As quickly as she could, for fear of the wolf running off or someone coming by and seeing her, she pulled her cloak off, followed by her clothes and weapons. She dropped them in a pile and dropped to her knees.
“Would you like me to kiss it?” Eivor asked, now sitting totally naked on the shaded ground as the trees above swayed in the brisk wind.
The wolf laid down, rolling onto its back to expose its engorged red cockmeat, practically waiting for Eivor to jump on it and gulp down doggy cock. And she did just that.
Carefully, she scooted over to the waiting canine, and lowered her salivating lips onto the huge member. She slowly bobbed up and down on the wolf’s penis, licking it as she pulled up, staring at the wolf the entire time. She sped up, taking more and more of the doggy prick in her throat, filling up her entire mouth with the cock. She gagged and choked on the penis as the wolf panted with happy relief.
She sat up, placing her hands on her bare thighs, before standing up and stepping over the wolf. She stood over it, staring down at it as it looked up at her with its tongue hanging out, with a view of her full body. She could’ve easily slain the beast right there - no more humiliating sex acts. But she didn’t. She enjoyed it, the feeling of submission. Letting this beast dominate her. It tugged on all the right strings for her.
She slowly squatted over the beast, it’s prick rising toward the sky as she reached down and guided the twitching cock into her waiting pussy. She let out a soft moan as the meat entered her pussy. She bit her lip as she felt the cock slide into her slick vagina. She carefully got down on her knees and began to ride the wolf. She rose up and came down, dragging the wolf’s cock as her athletic, toned body sweated profusely.
She ran her rough hand over her smooth torso, grabbing her voluptuous breasts, squeezing them and gasping before running her hand over her abs. She stared at the wolf, imagining it to have some idea of the present situation, which turned her horniness up even more. Her thick asscheeks slapped up and down against the wolf as its cock rammed into her.
“Gods, I want you to claim me. I want you to fuck me like the cheap whore I am. Take me! Make me your own bitch!” Eivor whined as the wolf pounded her.
Suddenly, she felt a throbbing beneath her like she hadn’t felt before. The wolf’s cock was about to erupt. She felt it’s knot slip into her pussy, and she strained as she continued to ride the canine. Then, Eivor felt a warmth explode in her pussy as the wolf erupted a geyser of doggy seed deep inside her.
She gasped in shock, moaning and whimpering as she slowly realized her mistake. It was so wrong, but it felt strange and wonderful at the same time. Eivor moaned in hazy, lustful delight as the wolf knotted her, before she slowly slinked to the ground, laying her bare back on the cool grass. The wolf laid atop her, its baseball-sized penis knot still throbbing deep inside her warmed cunt.
Sweat dripped from Eivor’s rough Caucasian brow, her skin practically glowing underneath the late afternoon sunlight. The wolf licked Eivor’s face in the after-sex cuddling, as she welcomed her lover’s amorous kisses, though the wolf was mostly lapping the salty sweat from Eivor’s skin.
The two laid there as the sun slowly disappeared behind the horizon, before the wolf could finally disengage its lustful claiming of Eivor. Its knot popped out as it softened and shrank back into its sheathe, as Eivor sat up and massaged her sore vagina. She patted the wolf on its head as it nuzzled her shoulder, noticing a jagged scar across its muzzle.
“Good boy. You make a fine and mighty lover. I won’t soon forget your touch.” She purred as the wolf turned away and wandered off into the approaching night.