Cautiously

Turning slowly, the busty young half-elf looked behind her, and found a large wolf like creature standing near the tunnel she had come through. It had black fur, and was twice the size of any wolf she had ever seen. Its red glowing eyes stared deep into her soul, and she felt a shiver of fear run down her back.

“Nice, worg.” Ashley intoned softly, withdrawing her hand from the pack, and holding both of them up, as if to indicate she meant no harm. The large black beast bared its fangs at her, a soft growl rumbling from its chest. “Dirt, a little help here?” She called out, summoning her pistol to her hand. Seeing the weapon, the worg dropped into a crouch, prepared to pounce on her. Ashley's eyes widened for a second, as she realized what she was doing. Releasing the gun, it vanished, and she held her hands out to her side again. “No, no fighting.” She assured the beast.

The large beast growled and began stalking toward her. Ashley nervously watched the worg, prepared to call the gun back if it leapt at her. The beast slowly slinked up to her, and began sniffing, its malevolent eyes scanning her from head to toe.

“I just want the useless pack, big fella.” She murmured softly, hoping the beast understood her tone.

The beast continued to sniff her till it came to her exposed mid-drift, where her belly button was, and then suddenly it licked her soft skin. Gasping in fright, Ash gently placed her hand on its head, eliciting a momentary growl, before it licked her hand as well.

“That's right,” Ashley purred softly, petting the beast's head lightly. “I just want this.” Ash leaned over and started to pick up the pack again. With a growl the large worg grabbed the pack between its sharp teeth, and stared at her. Her breasts wobbled as she brought her right hand back to its head and gently stroked its soft fur. “What are you going to do with that?”

Distracted, the worg dropped the pack and buried its nose deep into her cleavage, its wet tongue lapping her skin. She knew animals often enjoyed licking the skin of humanoids, but had no idea why this worg was paying her so much attention. The worg twisted its head and began licking her nipples sending electric shocks through her system, and that's when she began to suspect something was afoot.

“You can't, possibly, want to mate with me.” The half-elf frowned confused.

The worg retracted its head and sat on its haunches watching her for a moment. “For a human your quite comely, and while copulation won't produce off spring, I haven't mated in a while.” The red head's eyes grew huge, as she stared at the wolf. Its mouth hadn't moved and yet, she swore, did he, just talk? “I will trade the pack, and its contents for a brief mating.” The worg continued, its very reasonable voice, resounding through her mind.

“You can talk?” Ash asked baffled.

“Not in the way that you talk, but yes, I can talk.” The worg nodded.

“Why didn't you say so, from the beginning?” She pleaded, frustrated.

“Revealing my intelligence, and my ability to communicate, puts me at a disadvantage. People underestimate my kind, when they don't realize we can be, as smart as they are.” The worg, shrugged, which looked odd, on the wolf like creature.

“And you want, sex?” Ash frowned.

“Again, I assure you, there will be no offspring, just pleasure for both parties.” The worg nodded.