A low sun filtered through the trees.

Deep green pines and maples with orange and red leaves towered overhead, the cool fall air rattling them gently. John’s ears twitched, adjusting to the natural cadence of the forest. He sat back on his haunches and closed his eyes, calmly filtering through the sounds and scents for his target. The candy sweetness of maple, slight spice of pine, earthiness of mulch and mushrooms. There. The unmistakable sweetened scent of sugary vanilla.

He stood on all fours and gave his spine a stretch, shaking the slight chill from his fur. The lycan’s claws dug into the earth of the small circular clearing, the grass tearing beneath him as he set off to hunt down his prey. Nose to the ground like a bloodhound, John followed the trail his treat left behind. The vanilla, like an elegant dessert, had him salivating, licking the sickly human blood from his snout.

He spat the vile taste back out. Good. His previous hunt must have been successful. Those troublesome humans deserved every second of pain they survived long enough to feel. Nobody threatened what’s his. His prey, this hunt, was his prize. Dodging the dense trees, the air was like fresh mint in his lungs, and John focused on the scent he wanted as he loped through the woods. The various mulches of the forest floor were kicked up behind him. The vanilla was stronger, warmer. The girl was close. She must be feeling her own need, the need they shared.

Spurred on by his need, the lycan dug in his claws, paws driving him forward. No, this target was not his mate, but she could sate his hunger as he continued to hunt. He lept over a fallen log, barely distinguishable from the moss overtaking it. Almost there. A growl ripped from his throat when he noticed the scent was leading him to the water. A tricky little minx. John would not let her escape so easily.

Her arousal still clung to the air as he splashed across the small creek. The water was ice between his toes, but he didn’t care. Release would come soon enough. A warm body pinned beneath him, his breath on her neck, the thought alone amplified the sensation of the chill air on the tip of his heated cock. Pausing long enough to shake off the water was pointless, John was too close to his goal.

He dove through a wildberry bush, sharp thorns tugging at his fur, but the sight on the other side was everything he’d hoped for. A plump, breedable, blonde female was leaning against a tree in the center of another small, perfectly round clearing. She sat collapsed against the rough trunk, gasping in exertion from her attempts to escape John’s lust. Unluckily for her, this forest, this clearing was his.

The lycan didn’t care she was a mere human, mundane as she was, her body was fit for his litter and he was here to ensure she carried it.

The gamer’s leathery paw landed on a twig, and he stood proud when he snapped it, wanting his prey to see him. The fear and excitement in her eyes was more delicious than the finest steak, and again, he licked his chops, glad the quick splash in the river had cleaned the blood from his snout.

Her curves were luscious, and though she looked frightened, John could smell the core of her arousal. That sweet musk of a woman in need, in heat. He lunged forward, her scream pierced through the quiet scenery as she threw herself to the side to dodge his strike. His razor-sharp claws caught and ripped open her blouse, exposing the round globes of flesh beneath.

He growled low, poised to pounce again after skidding to a stop. Scrambling, Anna used the rough bark of the tree to pull herself back to her feet. She took a step back, half turned to run when John barked her name. The sound was meant as a warning to watch her feet, but it startled her and she stumbled over a root of the tree. Her uniform’s skirt barely covered her ass and the lycan stepped closer, knowing she could no longer hope to escape.

Her fists gripped the grass, she tried pulling herself forward, but he was on her in an instant. The wolf used his cold, black nose to lift her skirt, breathing in the orchid-like scent of her desire directly from the source. His tongue flicked out and John lapped at her white cotton panties, enjoying the seeping moisture almost as much as her soft gasps of pleasure.

Using his tongue, the lycan pulled her underwear away from her delicate skin, catching the fabric in his maw to rip them open. Finally her glistening labia was exposed to him, letting the canine taste her dripping cunt. His long, flat tongue brushed over Anna’s clit as he nosed her lower lips apart.

John shoved his nose deeper, pushing her forward into the soft grass beneath them. A moss covered, exposed root of the tree kept her hips raised as he licked into her. The flavor was unreasonably sweet and floral. A delicacy he thoroughly enjoyed until her thighs were quaking in pleasure and he heard his human name in her moans.

He withdrew his tongue and licked her wetness from his face as he moved to her side to see her face flushed and twisted with pleasure. “P-please… John…” she whispered between panting breaths.

Her begging brought a swell of pride to him and John smiled, his voice low and controlled even though his cock was dripping precum beneath him. “Please what, pet?”

Anna gulped, her heavy breaths like a breeze through the grass between them as their eyes met. “Please take me.”

A satisfied hum rumbled in his chest and his cock twitched. “Then lift your ass and present for me like a good little bitch.” He growled his words, stepping back behind her to watch her hips rise into position.

Even on all fours, his chest was higher than her hips could reach, and he easily stepped over her. Looming over her bent back, he leaned down to lick her shoulder, gripping her long hair in his teeth to pull her up to her hands as he flexed his hips, probing her plush ass for the warm tunnel of ecstasy he desperately needed.

A few failed attempts left streaks of his arousal across her cheeks before he gripped her hips with his forepaws and pierced into her with one firm thrust. Anna moaned out as her first real cock plunged into her waiting depths and his weight pressed her hands and knees into the dirt. He jerked her hair back with a growl as he started jackhammering into her, each thrust faster and deeper than the last, making her entire body quake.

John couldn’t take it much longer than his victim. His knot started to swell at the base of his cock and he **** it into her tight channel, making her scream until her voice broke. Her pussy quivered, clenching around his swelling knot, and he set his front paws down before giving it a little tug, making her squeal again. Locked in place, he released her hair and went back to licking her shoulder soothingly, letting her arms give out to drop her face to the forest carpet.

Satisfied with her submission, the wolf started unloading his cum into her unprotected womb, his knot keeping every drop of virile seed from escaping. Anna was here to be claimed and John ensured she was his. In a matter of weeks, there would be no denying that she was taken and she would remember who owned her. Soothed by those thoughts, he continued to pump his hips ever so slightly, picturing her swelling with child.

“A good little mated bitch,” he said, half to himself as his knot started to release.

Gravity pulled her limp body from him, their mixed sex pouring from her swollen cunt as the gamer’s cock slipped free. Anna slumped to the ground, panting incoherent moans as she trembled weakly in place. John nuzzled her lovingly before his attention was drawn to leaves rustling at the edge of the clearing. They were being watched! A new scent he was too busy to notice before was mixing with the forest smells as the sound of footsteps in the woods drew closer.