Beast in the woods...
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Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
18,410
Reviews:
54
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Beast in the woods...
Welp I’m trying a one shot out, cause well I feel like it and since its my fic I’m going to use my trademark. A native American character, also I like beauty and the beast so I am combining the two. Enjoy ^^ Also this is set in the 1860's and im afraid i lack the talent to write in that form of speach so it will just be adverage talking. sorry.
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It was a warm day in the woods, trees stood tall around the travelers, the rays of sunlight passed through the dense foliage of the branches. The silence of the path was broken by the travelers, decked out in buckskins and coarse cotton fabrics. The naming of horses, and bleating of the tethered sheep were only second to the excited chattering of the travelers.
"6 pelts for a copper pan, truly a sly deal if I don’t say so myself..."
The man ahead of the other six remarked, he commanded respect though he wore worn light yellow legging and a black ripped top hat turned down of his dark eyes. Lean and tall like the others, his skin a dark copper brown color and his features noble. Like those who followed he was Lakota and had traveled far to the fort of many trades in the northern woods, far from his peoples home on the plains.
"Wow...Your sly AND modest what a combination...."
The smooth feminine voice put especial emphasis on the and, chuckling softly at her own words. Turning Prairie fire looked down his bridged nose at the last rider in the line of six. There were four men in front and two women behind. The first man was Prairie fire, the strong leader 30 at most. The second his subordinate a training warrior named dirty belly who wore his soldier uniform and scalp lock with pride, though he was a mere 21 years of age. Then a man in a heavy buffalo robe, who wore his hair in tight braids and spoke few words. Buffalo light they called, 27. All had spent a great deal with each other on their long journey but now things were getting on edge.
"Shut the hell up Wolf moon....Or I will come back there and -"
"Brag me to death?"
The fifth rider turned, a tall thin women of light tan skin and red ribbons on her braids. She had a high forehead and arched nose, noble features even on her thin form. Her expression was worried, like a mother fretting over a stubborn child.
"Sh....h...h..."
She whispered to the last rider, only a few years younger than her age of 23. The women at the end simply shrugged riding along past the other, holding the ropes of the small flock of sheep behind her...it kind of looked like she had cotton balls on leashes. She was the youngest at the age of 19, Her skin was copper brown and her complexion smooth. Her body was long and narrow as the others though the flare of bosom pressed tightly against the constriction of her navy vest. The curve of her hips were apparent even under her worn dyed skirt designed with many crows drawing, flying upwards from the him. Wolf moon's face was longer than most but retained an oval shape, plump dark red lips parted in a deep breath and slightly curved nose bridge made her very attractive to her own people. Her hair was worn long, with slanted bangs over one dark eyelash framed eye and two feathers were laced in the back...strange for a women.
"I will graze the sheep up in the clearing..."
Others nodded, though prairie fire noticed her carrying a large contented female sheep in her arms.
"Stop treating them like pets!"
He called to her, even as she broke away from sight.
~~~~~~~Several hours later~~~~
"WOLF MOON....WOLF MOOOOON....!!"
The sleeping women groaned, stretching out beside the fire rubbing her eyes lightly. she looked up at the now red with rage dirty belly. 'Hm...even his mostly bald head gets red...note to self....make a rude comment about that later...'
"What?"
"That sheep...um what did you call it sheepie? something like that...Its wandered off."
"WHAT?"
She shrieked, sitting up count the sheep tethered behind him near the others.1, 2,3, 4,...'Wow I’m suddenly sleepy again'.....She yawned for a long moment, covering her mouth with her hand.
"Get up and go find it. Each of those sheep was rather pricey, prairie fire will be pissed when he wakes up...coarse maybe he will kill you and I will get a rest from the baldy jokes in the next 7 days home..."
"Umm...Love you too?"
She grumbled struggling to her feet, 'welp...ad least he told me...' She reminded herself, getting to her feet and brushing past him in the direction of the woods.
~~~~In the woods~~~~
"Sheepie?...SheeepieEE!...Sheepie? I promise not to ...Kill you when I find you...." Wolf moon called into the woods, now she wished she hadn’t gotten attached to the adorable...fucking sheep....
"I hate animals....And by animals I mean prairie fire..."
She mumbled to herself, laughing a little at her own joke as she pressed on. Quietly she approached some dark leafy bushes, separating them she used her long god given legs to step over them....the bottom of her moccasin barely making an imprint in the most soil...
"moist soil..."she mouthed to herself, looking up slowly ....
A dark shaggy beast of a creature hung over what appeared to be a mutilated pile of wool and intestine....Oh god...the animal ripped and tore as the carcass filling the silence with gnashing slurping sounds. It was hunched over, a dark yellow mane fell over the prey slightly curly on the ends due to how thick and rich it was. The ripple of muscles under the thick wavy fur were startling...It had the horns of a bull and claws of a...Man?...Five fingers and hair to the knuckles, a pointed nail on each tanned skin covered finger. Its feet were much like a dogs...huge and powerful, no wonder the sheep never stood a chance...Dark claws dug into the ground. Its tale was that also of a dog, long and bushy covered in the gangling hair of his mane....
Her heart raced, her throat dried....everything in her wanted to scream, snaking a hand up she held the charm around her neck...
'oh great spirit...oh god....oh anything that can me....'
She almost started to pray, though she stopped herself never believing much in it or anyone else for that matter...
'Okay.... it hasn’t seen you just back up slowly....and leave...'
Calming herself with her own thoughts, she started to back up, though her eyes were glued to the scene...true the animal had not noticed her.’ ONE Step...' Thank the spirits for moccasins....And that was her mistake.’ TWO ste-'
!!SNAP!!...
A dry twig broke under her foot, looking down suddenly she gasped softly the cursed foliage with sheer disbelief...'this isn’t happening, this isn’t happening...'The loud pounding in her ears almost made her believe it. Looking over slowly she saw....It was watching her...Eyes the color of fire and a face like...a...man...But wrong so wrong. Bushy eye brows, long side burns flaring out from his tanned skin like it was part of his mane....Shivering uncontrollably she couldn’t move ....It was standing...like man...hair everywhere, on its muscled chest then scarce amounts of it trailing down his abs...It took a step forward....And...His manhood was....
She covered eyes quickly and running, that image of his throbbing erect manhood sprouting from wild tendrils of yellow hair was burned in her mind now. Running faster and faster, she heard him behind her chasing on all fours closer and closer....Turning her head she saw he half up and half down...
"Holy crap!!!” She jumped over some thorn bushes and ran faster, sprinting past the low tree branches. 'I have to get away...have to get away....'It felt like her legs were on fire and her throat was like sand paper, her body was failing on her now...it was giving out ....Running into a clearing of purple flowers and clover, she fell to her knees panting and gasping....Upon struggling to her feet again, she noticed something.
"Silence...."
She said to herself in disbelief, she had outrun him!'YES!' looking around anxiously everything was still....no one not even an animal. 'well I am a pretty good runner if I don’t say so myself’ She smiled, swiping the blood off the cuts on her arms from the low tree branches. Running a hand through her dark disheveled locks she started to walk in the direction of camp.
"NO one outruns wolf moon heh-"
All at once something jumped from the silent darkness just beyond the flowered clearing, thrusting her backwards. She screamed as she hit ground hard, so hard everything spun around her and everything on her aching body burned. Breathing heavily, she looked up almost hopefully...She would have given her left breast to see dirty belly but....
There he was standing over her like a man on his animal legs, his chest rose and fell slowly barely any work was expended to catch her on her little run. That was kind of insulting actually...Shivering she started to back away from him, still staring at him, as she pulled herself back with her bleeding arms. His stare was so intense on her there was something about it, looking down she saw something blue in his clawed hands...torn and ripped, same color as....'oh my god....'
She gasped looking down, her ample breasts had spilled forth standing erect against the soft breeze of cold air. Covering them she fought to get to her feet, but he sprang on her grabbing her foot and pulling her under his hunched over figure.
She could smell the foul stench of death on his breath, the crimson stains on his two fangs protruding over his bottom lip. She couldn’t die like this....a whimpering dog caught in the death trap. Gathering her courage she aimed a kick at his groin, thrusting herself up at him trying to force him off…’.ew‘... his erection pressed violently against her taunt belly. Lurching forward she snaped at his face, only to find the wind knocked from her body when one hand forced her back on her back. His other hand ripped the skirt from her hips, tossing it away from them. Now she was naked under him, his hot breath on her was making her sweat and shiver… she looked away from him unable to bear his appearance...feeling his hairy chest brush over hers made her eyes start to water. She hadn’t cried in so long and now.... Holding the charm on the necklace she wore between her hands, turned on her side. Desperately murmuring a prayer in her own language struggling...to remember words so long forgotten. He tore the necklace from her hands then, looking at it momentarily, before tossing it away. Grasping her chin with the claws on his hand he turned her head towards him so she was forced to look at him. He looked over her body then, something intelligent appeared in his eyes, his hand grazed down between them gliding down over her trembling body.. Her belly....her hips...her...
"Stop it!"
She screamed, thrashing under him now. Forcefully he rudely placed his throbbing red head against her opening.
"Wait No P-!"
She screamed as he thrust himself into her, growling low against her ear his hand pinned her rib cage to the ground as he starting to force the rigid organ into her bloody opening in slow circular movements. Digging her nails into his chest she screamed again and again, agony etched in her light features…His claws moved under her holding her soft bottom he pulled her up against him reaching new depth inside her tight passage now slippery with blood. Her voice ran hoarse after a short time, every move to escape she made was met with his hand crushing her rib cage harder. All she could do was close her eyes tightly as her body was torn from the inside out. He growled suddenly a booming voice as he suddenly withdrew from her dripping wet folds. Shivering felt the lose of his protrusion, though short lived for she was suddenly flipped on her front and her bottom pulled upwards forcing her on all fours before him. Spreading his hairy body over her shivering fragile one, her held on to either of her breasts to hold her in place as he reentered her. Started slower this time...Strange she thought, shivering again but this time but for a different reason...
"oh god I’m responding..."
She murmured horsy, the soft vibrations from his chest when he growled made her fear rise again in her throat…she thought she might vomit. He was moving faster now...harder and faster... inside her velvet folds now dripping with a mixture of juices... The slapping smacking sounds of his rigid thick cock inside her stretching her passage and her supple young body past all belief were booming harder than her heart in her ears....She was loosing herself, panting at the unbelievable sensation, rising inside her like a coil tightening in her abdomen ready to....His hips moved in circles as he thrust in different angles testing the muscles inside her. She Gasped suddenly, as they clamped down on the beastly erection tearing her tender pussy apart. She was shivering and gasping now, her juices gushes over his throbbing manhood, as she reached an earth shattering climax around the beastly cock still locked inside her. She heard him roar then... Loud and violently as his warm seed spread inside her womb...her arms finally gave out under her as he finally released her punctured breasts from his hands... falling into the bed of violet flowers she laid there panting wide eyes...staring into nothing. She felt numb and tired...so tired...closing her eyes, she wanted to drift from her brutally ravaged body ..covered in warm white juices and dripping life blood from every cut, puncture and scrap. Turning on her side, a fan of hair cascades over her tear streaked face allowing her some means of comfort...as she slipped in her dream world. The beast watched her then rubbing a clawed hand over his dripping erection...already ready for more though she was out cold. Whipping away the juices from his cock he splattered them on the ground, then laid beside her nipping her neck affectionately, leaving two small piercing dripping a small stream of crimson down her throat... wrapping an arm around her sleeping form he laid his body protectively close to hers.
"Good Night..."he murmured in a deep masculine voice watching over her sleeping form.
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Ta DA!!! Yep well that’s it I guess...unless you want me to continue? well let me know. And yes that’s Right he speaks English...but how? well you may never know. But I do ^^
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It was a warm day in the woods, trees stood tall around the travelers, the rays of sunlight passed through the dense foliage of the branches. The silence of the path was broken by the travelers, decked out in buckskins and coarse cotton fabrics. The naming of horses, and bleating of the tethered sheep were only second to the excited chattering of the travelers.
"6 pelts for a copper pan, truly a sly deal if I don’t say so myself..."
The man ahead of the other six remarked, he commanded respect though he wore worn light yellow legging and a black ripped top hat turned down of his dark eyes. Lean and tall like the others, his skin a dark copper brown color and his features noble. Like those who followed he was Lakota and had traveled far to the fort of many trades in the northern woods, far from his peoples home on the plains.
"Wow...Your sly AND modest what a combination...."
The smooth feminine voice put especial emphasis on the and, chuckling softly at her own words. Turning Prairie fire looked down his bridged nose at the last rider in the line of six. There were four men in front and two women behind. The first man was Prairie fire, the strong leader 30 at most. The second his subordinate a training warrior named dirty belly who wore his soldier uniform and scalp lock with pride, though he was a mere 21 years of age. Then a man in a heavy buffalo robe, who wore his hair in tight braids and spoke few words. Buffalo light they called, 27. All had spent a great deal with each other on their long journey but now things were getting on edge.
"Shut the hell up Wolf moon....Or I will come back there and -"
"Brag me to death?"
The fifth rider turned, a tall thin women of light tan skin and red ribbons on her braids. She had a high forehead and arched nose, noble features even on her thin form. Her expression was worried, like a mother fretting over a stubborn child.
"Sh....h...h..."
She whispered to the last rider, only a few years younger than her age of 23. The women at the end simply shrugged riding along past the other, holding the ropes of the small flock of sheep behind her...it kind of looked like she had cotton balls on leashes. She was the youngest at the age of 19, Her skin was copper brown and her complexion smooth. Her body was long and narrow as the others though the flare of bosom pressed tightly against the constriction of her navy vest. The curve of her hips were apparent even under her worn dyed skirt designed with many crows drawing, flying upwards from the him. Wolf moon's face was longer than most but retained an oval shape, plump dark red lips parted in a deep breath and slightly curved nose bridge made her very attractive to her own people. Her hair was worn long, with slanted bangs over one dark eyelash framed eye and two feathers were laced in the back...strange for a women.
"I will graze the sheep up in the clearing..."
Others nodded, though prairie fire noticed her carrying a large contented female sheep in her arms.
"Stop treating them like pets!"
He called to her, even as she broke away from sight.
~~~~~~~Several hours later~~~~
"WOLF MOON....WOLF MOOOOON....!!"
The sleeping women groaned, stretching out beside the fire rubbing her eyes lightly. she looked up at the now red with rage dirty belly. 'Hm...even his mostly bald head gets red...note to self....make a rude comment about that later...'
"What?"
"That sheep...um what did you call it sheepie? something like that...Its wandered off."
"WHAT?"
She shrieked, sitting up count the sheep tethered behind him near the others.1, 2,3, 4,...'Wow I’m suddenly sleepy again'.....She yawned for a long moment, covering her mouth with her hand.
"Get up and go find it. Each of those sheep was rather pricey, prairie fire will be pissed when he wakes up...coarse maybe he will kill you and I will get a rest from the baldy jokes in the next 7 days home..."
"Umm...Love you too?"
She grumbled struggling to her feet, 'welp...ad least he told me...' She reminded herself, getting to her feet and brushing past him in the direction of the woods.
~~~~In the woods~~~~
"Sheepie?...SheeepieEE!...Sheepie? I promise not to ...Kill you when I find you...." Wolf moon called into the woods, now she wished she hadn’t gotten attached to the adorable...fucking sheep....
"I hate animals....And by animals I mean prairie fire..."
She mumbled to herself, laughing a little at her own joke as she pressed on. Quietly she approached some dark leafy bushes, separating them she used her long god given legs to step over them....the bottom of her moccasin barely making an imprint in the most soil...
"moist soil..."she mouthed to herself, looking up slowly ....
A dark shaggy beast of a creature hung over what appeared to be a mutilated pile of wool and intestine....Oh god...the animal ripped and tore as the carcass filling the silence with gnashing slurping sounds. It was hunched over, a dark yellow mane fell over the prey slightly curly on the ends due to how thick and rich it was. The ripple of muscles under the thick wavy fur were startling...It had the horns of a bull and claws of a...Man?...Five fingers and hair to the knuckles, a pointed nail on each tanned skin covered finger. Its feet were much like a dogs...huge and powerful, no wonder the sheep never stood a chance...Dark claws dug into the ground. Its tale was that also of a dog, long and bushy covered in the gangling hair of his mane....
Her heart raced, her throat dried....everything in her wanted to scream, snaking a hand up she held the charm around her neck...
'oh great spirit...oh god....oh anything that can me....'
She almost started to pray, though she stopped herself never believing much in it or anyone else for that matter...
'Okay.... it hasn’t seen you just back up slowly....and leave...'
Calming herself with her own thoughts, she started to back up, though her eyes were glued to the scene...true the animal had not noticed her.’ ONE Step...' Thank the spirits for moccasins....And that was her mistake.’ TWO ste-'
!!SNAP!!...
A dry twig broke under her foot, looking down suddenly she gasped softly the cursed foliage with sheer disbelief...'this isn’t happening, this isn’t happening...'The loud pounding in her ears almost made her believe it. Looking over slowly she saw....It was watching her...Eyes the color of fire and a face like...a...man...But wrong so wrong. Bushy eye brows, long side burns flaring out from his tanned skin like it was part of his mane....Shivering uncontrollably she couldn’t move ....It was standing...like man...hair everywhere, on its muscled chest then scarce amounts of it trailing down his abs...It took a step forward....And...His manhood was....
She covered eyes quickly and running, that image of his throbbing erect manhood sprouting from wild tendrils of yellow hair was burned in her mind now. Running faster and faster, she heard him behind her chasing on all fours closer and closer....Turning her head she saw he half up and half down...
"Holy crap!!!” She jumped over some thorn bushes and ran faster, sprinting past the low tree branches. 'I have to get away...have to get away....'It felt like her legs were on fire and her throat was like sand paper, her body was failing on her now...it was giving out ....Running into a clearing of purple flowers and clover, she fell to her knees panting and gasping....Upon struggling to her feet again, she noticed something.
"Silence...."
She said to herself in disbelief, she had outrun him!'YES!' looking around anxiously everything was still....no one not even an animal. 'well I am a pretty good runner if I don’t say so myself’ She smiled, swiping the blood off the cuts on her arms from the low tree branches. Running a hand through her dark disheveled locks she started to walk in the direction of camp.
"NO one outruns wolf moon heh-"
All at once something jumped from the silent darkness just beyond the flowered clearing, thrusting her backwards. She screamed as she hit ground hard, so hard everything spun around her and everything on her aching body burned. Breathing heavily, she looked up almost hopefully...She would have given her left breast to see dirty belly but....
There he was standing over her like a man on his animal legs, his chest rose and fell slowly barely any work was expended to catch her on her little run. That was kind of insulting actually...Shivering she started to back away from him, still staring at him, as she pulled herself back with her bleeding arms. His stare was so intense on her there was something about it, looking down she saw something blue in his clawed hands...torn and ripped, same color as....'oh my god....'
She gasped looking down, her ample breasts had spilled forth standing erect against the soft breeze of cold air. Covering them she fought to get to her feet, but he sprang on her grabbing her foot and pulling her under his hunched over figure.
She could smell the foul stench of death on his breath, the crimson stains on his two fangs protruding over his bottom lip. She couldn’t die like this....a whimpering dog caught in the death trap. Gathering her courage she aimed a kick at his groin, thrusting herself up at him trying to force him off…’.ew‘... his erection pressed violently against her taunt belly. Lurching forward she snaped at his face, only to find the wind knocked from her body when one hand forced her back on her back. His other hand ripped the skirt from her hips, tossing it away from them. Now she was naked under him, his hot breath on her was making her sweat and shiver… she looked away from him unable to bear his appearance...feeling his hairy chest brush over hers made her eyes start to water. She hadn’t cried in so long and now.... Holding the charm on the necklace she wore between her hands, turned on her side. Desperately murmuring a prayer in her own language struggling...to remember words so long forgotten. He tore the necklace from her hands then, looking at it momentarily, before tossing it away. Grasping her chin with the claws on his hand he turned her head towards him so she was forced to look at him. He looked over her body then, something intelligent appeared in his eyes, his hand grazed down between them gliding down over her trembling body.. Her belly....her hips...her...
"Stop it!"
She screamed, thrashing under him now. Forcefully he rudely placed his throbbing red head against her opening.
"Wait No P-!"
She screamed as he thrust himself into her, growling low against her ear his hand pinned her rib cage to the ground as he starting to force the rigid organ into her bloody opening in slow circular movements. Digging her nails into his chest she screamed again and again, agony etched in her light features…His claws moved under her holding her soft bottom he pulled her up against him reaching new depth inside her tight passage now slippery with blood. Her voice ran hoarse after a short time, every move to escape she made was met with his hand crushing her rib cage harder. All she could do was close her eyes tightly as her body was torn from the inside out. He growled suddenly a booming voice as he suddenly withdrew from her dripping wet folds. Shivering felt the lose of his protrusion, though short lived for she was suddenly flipped on her front and her bottom pulled upwards forcing her on all fours before him. Spreading his hairy body over her shivering fragile one, her held on to either of her breasts to hold her in place as he reentered her. Started slower this time...Strange she thought, shivering again but this time but for a different reason...
"oh god I’m responding..."
She murmured horsy, the soft vibrations from his chest when he growled made her fear rise again in her throat…she thought she might vomit. He was moving faster now...harder and faster... inside her velvet folds now dripping with a mixture of juices... The slapping smacking sounds of his rigid thick cock inside her stretching her passage and her supple young body past all belief were booming harder than her heart in her ears....She was loosing herself, panting at the unbelievable sensation, rising inside her like a coil tightening in her abdomen ready to....His hips moved in circles as he thrust in different angles testing the muscles inside her. She Gasped suddenly, as they clamped down on the beastly erection tearing her tender pussy apart. She was shivering and gasping now, her juices gushes over his throbbing manhood, as she reached an earth shattering climax around the beastly cock still locked inside her. She heard him roar then... Loud and violently as his warm seed spread inside her womb...her arms finally gave out under her as he finally released her punctured breasts from his hands... falling into the bed of violet flowers she laid there panting wide eyes...staring into nothing. She felt numb and tired...so tired...closing her eyes, she wanted to drift from her brutally ravaged body ..covered in warm white juices and dripping life blood from every cut, puncture and scrap. Turning on her side, a fan of hair cascades over her tear streaked face allowing her some means of comfort...as she slipped in her dream world. The beast watched her then rubbing a clawed hand over his dripping erection...already ready for more though she was out cold. Whipping away the juices from his cock he splattered them on the ground, then laid beside her nipping her neck affectionately, leaving two small piercing dripping a small stream of crimson down her throat... wrapping an arm around her sleeping form he laid his body protectively close to hers.
"Good Night..."he murmured in a deep masculine voice watching over her sleeping form.
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Ta DA!!! Yep well that’s it I guess...unless you want me to continue? well let me know. And yes that’s Right he speaks English...but how? well you may never know. But I do ^^