Beast in the woods...

Hey just wanted to update and say thanks for the reviews!
Yes Bee he will be exceptionally mad, exspect a few broken bottles in the next chapter.
Also I plan to at one point when I have more time, to correct my grammatical errors.
Updates soon. Thanks
-crowspirit/ purplebuffalosage
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Flickering light caressed Wolfmoons closed eyes, she stirred reluctantly to the early dawn....God her head hurt...fuck.
'Hush.'
She groaned stretching out a little in her bed of flowers. Her body throbbed dully now, easing herself up on her arms a dull roar met her movement a simultaneous shiver ran up her spine. She briefly wondered if every morning would be greeted in such a way...before she instinctively jerked away from the large body whose limbs held her captive. Beast merely jerked her back against him, rolling on his back he pulled her astride his powerfully torso.
"Hey!"
She protested steadying herself with her hands against his hairy chest, she regarded him then nervously his face regarded her in a human manner...of amusement. He had mated with her and now he was laughing at her. Wolfmoon became aware of an idea that had nagged at her since the first violent thrust he made into her.
"I’m hungry"
She was really hungry, but more so she wanted to escape perhaps now dirty belly was gone and she had no one she could run straight to the trading post she had come from. He moved to sit up then, but she pushed back at him however pitifully.
"No I will gather you food."
She replied hopefully, she knew if she were to smile he would read her lie immediately. So she merely tilted her head to the side...
"Uh!"
She gasped his hold on her throat was crushing her, his low growl reverberated from his throat his human like face contorted in anger.
"No."
It was clear that, he would not allow her to leave under any circumstances after yesterday...being in his position she wouldn’t have trusted her either. Wolfmoon gasped for air as he released her lying back against the flowers, an arm under his resting head and the other claw resting on her waist.
he didn’t trust his mate at all, she would run as soon as she could and he knew that each timed they mated though he grew more attached to her, and she responded more she still didn’t regard him as her mate.
Suddenly he felt a soft hand slip around his cock stroking him to erection. His mind cleared then as he sat up to watch her hand cup him too gently.
Wolfmoon took his surprise as a chance to slip off him and between his hairy muscled legs. Grasping his throbbing cock with both hands she pulled them up and down and up and down. He growled low then, giving a soft howl reaching down he gently covered her hands with his urging hers up and down his swollen throbbing cock. Wolfmoon swallowed hard watching him fearfully as she inched her head forward and flicked her slick tongue against his throbbing head, tasting the salt of his cum and sweat.
beast hand cupped her cheek then leaving her now still hand, Wolfmoon watched his shining claw like hands come at her face flinching violently, but he did not scratch her or mare her face, instead he urged her head closer, while his other hand wrapped itself around the thick base of his erect cock.
"You’re huge"
She whispered more to herself out of anxious fear, but following his lead she opened her lips and enveloped his cock in her hot wet mouth.
Beast grunted.
"Wolf moon". Urging her on farther, she began to suck on him shyly at first but then hard bobbing down on his thick cock. God it felt good she was becoming wet despite herself, as she pulled back and licked him all over his now dripping monstrous cock. Sucking and licking, nipping at the sensitive tip caressing Beast in to a farther frenzy of growls and grunts. fucking him with her lips, kissing the beastly cock with her plump dark red lips swirling circles of saliva on the shaft of his cock swallowing him deep in her throat then pulling back to cup her breast and squeeze his cock between them. He was in a frenzy of desire now, grabbing her shoulders then he pushed her back.
With a gasp and grunt of discomfort, Wolfmoon landed on her back she had pleasured him and suckled him and now he pushed her away why? Oh. Duh. Sex.
"I um...."
She started staring up at him as he towered over her...the tip of his cock pressed against his naval. His teeth her bared and his fingers curled, his masculine face contorted as he watched her. Wolfmoon swallowed hard, she was beginning to doubt that any sacrifice was worth escape...because the idea of that 'thing' inside her again became less appealing with every passing moment.
"Ouch you’re hurting-"
Wolfmoon started to protest, as Beast pounced upon her like she was a wounded lamb, grabbing her dark black hair up in his claws and her butt in the other. Crushing her to him, Wolf moon lost her cool.
"Uh my ribs are going to-"
Her complaints were not of any interest to beast, in truth the only words he wanted to hear were more and harder. She threw her head back in a gasp then, digging her nails into his hairy back, coiled with muscles all contorted as he claimed her again. He thrust himself up into her tearing her just healing pussy, pulling her down on him and jerking her head forward by her hair so he could smell the sweetness of her scent. She was bouncing up and down on his raging erection, her breasts thumped against both their rib cages every time he thrust into her.
She was as adorably small, and tight as the first times he had claimed her. Harder and faster he pushed up into her growling and panting from the delicious feel of his coming orgasm. Wolfmoon began to clench around his cock, deliciously stretching and prodding in her depths...oh god, she pressed herself to him feeling then the vibrating roar erupt from deep in his chest.
"Oh god...beast!"
She cried out, wrapping her legs around his hips allowing him to cum inside her fully and completely, moving her hips in slow circles coaxing him to full completion.
‘God…I’m tired….”
She whimpered softly to his ear, even thought he was still coming in slow trickling inside.
“And hungry….”
Slowly…and painfully Wolf moon pulled herself to her feet, sliding his cock out of her panting and covered with sweat she took a step back from him. He regarded her softly; cool red yellow amber pupils following the slow trickling of cum slipping down the inside of her thigh.
“I will be right back for more. Mate.”
She said softly, to him turning she walked slowly into the woods beside the field. And strangely he let her go, she would be back he thought to himself resting back against the crushed flowery pallet. After that last round of mating her acceptance was clear.
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‘Several hours later’
Wolf moon shuffled by a crowd of miners, betting on the bar fight between two men. The place was shabby, two level s and smelled of cheep white woman and alcohol. Women worked the crowd of soldier cut throats and drunks. She couldn’t have been happier. 40 minutes of running and she had run in with an old couple in a covered wagon, okay so she had scared the crap out of them but they did give her the clothes on the back and got her to fort town safely.
After their departure a few hours ago she had wandered from saloon to saloon, her mind too clouded for much else. She wore her moccasins still, but now with leather jacket and shabby maroon dress belted around the middle.
Pushing past a pimp she sat herself on the bar stool nearest the bar tender.
“What can I get ya?”
Wolfmoon looked up slowly, regarding the fat balding man sweating through his two dollar collared shirt.
“Whets wrong don’t you speak English?”
“No sorry I do, I'm just um….No I don’t want anything.”
She spoke nervousl7 constantly running her hands through her hair, it was a terrible nervous habit but she couldn’t stop. God this is beginning to get embarrassing, she was sweating and jumping at every sound.
‘Its not like he would follow me here, around people…it would be somewhat awkward being a freak of nature and all.’ ‘THUMP’
She looked up, there was a tall class of beer sitting in front of her.
“I don’t have any money”
She pushed the glass back to the bartender, only to have it roughly pushed back at her sloshing into her face.
“From the Englishman”
Wolfmoon turned around then, to see who would send her liquor. He was sitting at the poker table with three confederate soldiers, saluting her with his glass. He was 6 ft tall maybe and wore a long dark coat that swept to the floor. But that didn’t bother her nearly as much as the auburn color of his eyes and gold of his hair.
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