Lady of the Beasts
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
3,445
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
The Attack
Chapter Five:
The Attack
Fury was always on the run. She had been for a good 3 years now—scavenging through garbage, sleeping behind cars, garages—even selling her body for scraps of raw or cooked meat. She slept the alley dogs who seemed to be her own friends.
Flashback
Fury knew her name was Coral. Moonstone had named her Coral, not Fury. Over the course of 3 years, she knew a lot of the English language, and picked up some Spanish too, but she could not really speak in full sentences. After spending months in Seth’s house and being abused, Fury was used to the treachery of humans. She couldn’t believe she was one of them. She had to be a wolf because none of them caused such pain.
She waited out in the rain, waiting for food. She promised an exchange of bliss for food.
“I’ll give you me,” she said in a fragmented sentence. “I give you me for meat.”
Some people didn’t realize this, but a 19 year boy did (his mind being in the gutter an all). The college boy gave her a slab of raw veal. She ate it like her brethren, by tearing it and swallowing it whole. She swallowed it without any remorse, her yellow-hazel eyes glittering in the darkness, only having skimpy rags on.
When she was done, she took a deep breath and allowed the boy to crawl on top of her. She hated how she had to do this. It was like the men were using her as a toilet. Though Fury was a beautiful woman, she was untamed and her hair was usually very messy. He kissed her rough but red lips first, stroking her thick hair. Fury had to express gratitude of some sort. She licked him—a wet lick, tickling his lips with her tongue. He continued kissing her until his kisses became rougher and rougher. Fury moaned a bit and pressed her hands against his chest.
*Wait* she barked, “W-w-wait,” she muttered.
“Do you want to do this or not…?” The boy asked.
Fury stretched slightly allowing him to remove the rags as she tore open his button down shirt, but only for arousal affects only. When the skimpy rags were tossed aside, the boy reached down and grabbed her breasts.
Fury jumped a bit, but controlled her urge to bite down on the boy’s hand. He continued stroking her breasts and kissing her. Fury turned her head and neck, allowing the boy to kiss her neck and lower his kisses to the chest.
Now removing the rags from the bottom, the boy gently stroked her crotch, stimulating it, stroking between her legs. He continued squeezing her breasts. Fury moaned and clawed the boy’s back, getting used to the motions of the sex. He spread her legs gently apart. He rubbed his cock gently until it became hard and erect. He slowly entered her vagina, burrowing in the loose passage, hitting the walls off Fury’s entry.
He thrust deeper, beginning to breathe harder, rocking his hips with Fury’s while sliding his tongue down her throat, kissing her lustfully while Fury stroked his hair. She was breathing hard, clamping her eyes down shut and giving a moan when the boy pushed his cock deeper into his entry. Blood rolled down slightly on his throbbing red organ. He pulled out slightly.
Fury continued licking him with wet licks. The boy stroked her tits and pushed his fingers into her pussy, fingering her gently. He fingered around and licked off any cum off his fingers. Fury bit her lip nervously. He once again pushed his throbbing penis into her entry, piercing her it seems.
Fury shouted and howled. He squeezed her erect nipples and rounded breasts, squeezing the foreskin gently. Fury licked him once again while his penis slid slowly out of her vagina.
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Fury leaped on the fire escape, tearing a trash bag open and stuffing it scraps of already eaten food such as pizza crusts, half eaten burgers, raw meat, watermelon rinds, half eaten candies, rotten meat, peeled off fat (she did not touch that), curdled milk, sweet bread, stale bread, chips, stale cookies, rotten vegetables, wrappers and crusts of beef patties. Though the smell was disgusting, Fury’s hunger driven her to such.
She rarely hunted. Once in a while she killed an alley cat but could not eat the meat for it was too thin and covered in disgusting fur.
*Where shall I hide* Fury asked herself. She had scrambled under trashcans and tipped them over to find more food. The only thing to do was to find her way back home…which was far from it.
Becoming sick and malnourished, dark rings formed around her eyes and she loss a significant amount of weight. She was also getting sick very often, standing out in the cold rain at nights.
Fury crawled tiredly to the step of a building and fell asleep, too exhausted to move on.
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The sun shined brightly on this day. A loud ringing sound rang in Fury’s ear as she heard the pounding of many footsteps. Yelping in alarm, high school and college students rushed into the school and crowded around outside. Fury panicked, running away from the rushing crowd of students surrounding them. She was breathing hard and she turned around to see the 19-year-boy she screwed for a slab of meat.
Recognizing his scent she followed him, hoping to get what she really needed—a home. However, not just anyone was admitted into the building. Fury cried out to the boy but there was no avail.
*I’ll wait here* Fury snarled to herself.
A good six hours passed and Fury waited outside the school. The boy was no where to be seen. Disheartened, Fury turned away and retreated in the slums of the alleyways of the city.
*I need to get home* Fury whimpered. Yes, months of abuse and 3 years of homeless and vagabondism. She was now 21 and there was no way in hell that the wolves of the pack would recognize her. Skylight and Ratio probably passed away, also Moonstone, a new generation of wolves could be in the pack with her lupine sisters—Celeste and Luna leading the pack.
Such thoughts jerked a tear from Fury’s eye.
Continuing to scavenge the alleyways, she crawled onto the foot of a house and fell asleep in front of it. The instinct to thrive was beginning to go away. If she died, she couldn’t care. Life was much too miserable.
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Fury awoke with a start. She was inside a warm house, in a bed. Fresh breakfast was presented before her but she did not find it appealing. Crawling out the bed on all fours, she looked around, unfamiliar with what she saw—a posh Victorian house. A man entered—he looked somewhere in his mid-twenties or thirties. Handsome he was long ruddy hair, fair-to-tanned skin and a muscular lean built. Fury snarled at him.
“Calm down, miss, I found you outside, passed out in front of my house. I am going to help you…do you have a home?”
Fury could not understand.
“Can you understand me?”
Fury understood the word “me,” and “understand.” She talked the broken English she picked up from Seth and on the streets.
“No.”
“What is your name?”
Fury growled and stalked away. It was frustrating indeed. However, when she saw raw meat on the stove she lunged for it and tore it to bits. She swallowed it whole and sighed happily.
The man realized she was a feral woman.
“You will stay here; you will live here until you are completely humanized.”
Fury glanced at him with her great, yellow-hazel eyes. She didn’t trust him. And there was a good reason not to.
The Attack
Fury was always on the run. She had been for a good 3 years now—scavenging through garbage, sleeping behind cars, garages—even selling her body for scraps of raw or cooked meat. She slept the alley dogs who seemed to be her own friends.
Flashback
Fury knew her name was Coral. Moonstone had named her Coral, not Fury. Over the course of 3 years, she knew a lot of the English language, and picked up some Spanish too, but she could not really speak in full sentences. After spending months in Seth’s house and being abused, Fury was used to the treachery of humans. She couldn’t believe she was one of them. She had to be a wolf because none of them caused such pain.
She waited out in the rain, waiting for food. She promised an exchange of bliss for food.
“I’ll give you me,” she said in a fragmented sentence. “I give you me for meat.”
Some people didn’t realize this, but a 19 year boy did (his mind being in the gutter an all). The college boy gave her a slab of raw veal. She ate it like her brethren, by tearing it and swallowing it whole. She swallowed it without any remorse, her yellow-hazel eyes glittering in the darkness, only having skimpy rags on.
When she was done, she took a deep breath and allowed the boy to crawl on top of her. She hated how she had to do this. It was like the men were using her as a toilet. Though Fury was a beautiful woman, she was untamed and her hair was usually very messy. He kissed her rough but red lips first, stroking her thick hair. Fury had to express gratitude of some sort. She licked him—a wet lick, tickling his lips with her tongue. He continued kissing her until his kisses became rougher and rougher. Fury moaned a bit and pressed her hands against his chest.
*Wait* she barked, “W-w-wait,” she muttered.
“Do you want to do this or not…?” The boy asked.
Fury stretched slightly allowing him to remove the rags as she tore open his button down shirt, but only for arousal affects only. When the skimpy rags were tossed aside, the boy reached down and grabbed her breasts.
Fury jumped a bit, but controlled her urge to bite down on the boy’s hand. He continued stroking her breasts and kissing her. Fury turned her head and neck, allowing the boy to kiss her neck and lower his kisses to the chest.
Now removing the rags from the bottom, the boy gently stroked her crotch, stimulating it, stroking between her legs. He continued squeezing her breasts. Fury moaned and clawed the boy’s back, getting used to the motions of the sex. He spread her legs gently apart. He rubbed his cock gently until it became hard and erect. He slowly entered her vagina, burrowing in the loose passage, hitting the walls off Fury’s entry.
He thrust deeper, beginning to breathe harder, rocking his hips with Fury’s while sliding his tongue down her throat, kissing her lustfully while Fury stroked his hair. She was breathing hard, clamping her eyes down shut and giving a moan when the boy pushed his cock deeper into his entry. Blood rolled down slightly on his throbbing red organ. He pulled out slightly.
Fury continued licking him with wet licks. The boy stroked her tits and pushed his fingers into her pussy, fingering her gently. He fingered around and licked off any cum off his fingers. Fury bit her lip nervously. He once again pushed his throbbing penis into her entry, piercing her it seems.
Fury shouted and howled. He squeezed her erect nipples and rounded breasts, squeezing the foreskin gently. Fury licked him once again while his penis slid slowly out of her vagina.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Fury leaped on the fire escape, tearing a trash bag open and stuffing it scraps of already eaten food such as pizza crusts, half eaten burgers, raw meat, watermelon rinds, half eaten candies, rotten meat, peeled off fat (she did not touch that), curdled milk, sweet bread, stale bread, chips, stale cookies, rotten vegetables, wrappers and crusts of beef patties. Though the smell was disgusting, Fury’s hunger driven her to such.
She rarely hunted. Once in a while she killed an alley cat but could not eat the meat for it was too thin and covered in disgusting fur.
*Where shall I hide* Fury asked herself. She had scrambled under trashcans and tipped them over to find more food. The only thing to do was to find her way back home…which was far from it.
Becoming sick and malnourished, dark rings formed around her eyes and she loss a significant amount of weight. She was also getting sick very often, standing out in the cold rain at nights.
Fury crawled tiredly to the step of a building and fell asleep, too exhausted to move on.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The sun shined brightly on this day. A loud ringing sound rang in Fury’s ear as she heard the pounding of many footsteps. Yelping in alarm, high school and college students rushed into the school and crowded around outside. Fury panicked, running away from the rushing crowd of students surrounding them. She was breathing hard and she turned around to see the 19-year-boy she screwed for a slab of meat.
Recognizing his scent she followed him, hoping to get what she really needed—a home. However, not just anyone was admitted into the building. Fury cried out to the boy but there was no avail.
*I’ll wait here* Fury snarled to herself.
A good six hours passed and Fury waited outside the school. The boy was no where to be seen. Disheartened, Fury turned away and retreated in the slums of the alleyways of the city.
*I need to get home* Fury whimpered. Yes, months of abuse and 3 years of homeless and vagabondism. She was now 21 and there was no way in hell that the wolves of the pack would recognize her. Skylight and Ratio probably passed away, also Moonstone, a new generation of wolves could be in the pack with her lupine sisters—Celeste and Luna leading the pack.
Such thoughts jerked a tear from Fury’s eye.
Continuing to scavenge the alleyways, she crawled onto the foot of a house and fell asleep in front of it. The instinct to thrive was beginning to go away. If she died, she couldn’t care. Life was much too miserable.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Fury awoke with a start. She was inside a warm house, in a bed. Fresh breakfast was presented before her but she did not find it appealing. Crawling out the bed on all fours, she looked around, unfamiliar with what she saw—a posh Victorian house. A man entered—he looked somewhere in his mid-twenties or thirties. Handsome he was long ruddy hair, fair-to-tanned skin and a muscular lean built. Fury snarled at him.
“Calm down, miss, I found you outside, passed out in front of my house. I am going to help you…do you have a home?”
Fury could not understand.
“Can you understand me?”
Fury understood the word “me,” and “understand.” She talked the broken English she picked up from Seth and on the streets.
“No.”
“What is your name?”
Fury growled and stalked away. It was frustrating indeed. However, when she saw raw meat on the stove she lunged for it and tore it to bits. She swallowed it whole and sighed happily.
The man realized she was a feral woman.
“You will stay here; you will live here until you are completely humanized.”
Fury glanced at him with her great, yellow-hazel eyes. She didn’t trust him. And there was a good reason not to.