Doesn't look like it!

Teysa dropped into a fighting stance and spread her feet. She had fought wolves before, though usually only when the beasts were maddened with hunger or pawns of some evil master. They were not brave creatures-- each would take their cues from the others. On the other hand, if they sensed weakness, they would descend on her in a second.

She couldn't shake the feeling that the creatures all around her weren't actually wolves. They were wolf-shaped, but only because someone or something had impressed that shape upon them. Who could have done such a thing? She had no time to wonder now, but such sorcery seemed beyond the arts of the drow.

They moved like shadow-puppets. Their legs bent and stretched as they circled Teysa, but she got the impression that was just for show. They flowed from place to place in the time it took her to blink. Wolf-shapes, not wolves at all. They seemed to be made of solid darkness. A whiff of it crossed Teysa's nose and her face crinkled in disgust. They smelled like decay, the moist and rotten smell of an open grave. Their teeth were jagged chunks of slate, their eyes sickly yellow pools of dim luminescence. They left an oily and insubstantial trail behind them as they circled.

One of them coiled and pounced at her. She met it with her mace. Thi'vo's spear had passed harmless through the wolf's body, but Teysa felt her mace connect with something solid. There was a brilliant flare and the wolf exploded. Tendrils of shadow coiled around her mace and wrist, but the rest of the wolf blew away like ash. Its fellows growled at her and gnashed their jaws. She grinned at them. She had never felt so invincible. The nerve of these creatures, to think that they could stand up to a being like her! She was Agamor's favored weapon. She would sweep them away like chaff, and that was just the start--

Something heavy landed on her from behind and bowled her over.

She rolled as she landed and looked up in the snarling jaws of a shadow-wolf. Its teeth snapped shut inches from her face. She could feel the gust of its breath and smell the carrion stink: it was solid enough to kill her, if she let it. She punched upward with her free hand, which sank into its belly. Instantly her fingers went numb. She clenched them into a fist and concentrated. Bright yellow light shined out from the wolf's insides, and it had time to whine once before it exploded.

The rest of them were closing in. Teysa struggled to her knees, but a pair of dark jaws closed around her wrist. Her hand went numb and the mace fell away. Another raked its claws across her flank. Her breastplate corroded rapidly before her eyes. Three long stripes of rust ran along its surface where the wolf had touched her. Her vambrace, too, was rusting in the jaws of the wolf. It shook its head viciously back and forth and the metal fell apart into corroded fragments.

Teysa tried to focus and bring the holy power inside her to bear, but everything was wrong. The cloying stink of the wolves filled her head and blunted her focus. She groaned in pain and tried to stagger to her feet, but another wolf tackled her from behind and bore her down again. She reached out for the mace. It was so tantalizingly close, but her numb fingers wouldn't close around it...

She looked up and cried out in horror. Her golden wings were disintegrating before her eyes. Individual golden feathers rained down, each vanishing before it hit the ground. Worse still, wherever the wolves clawed her, the light pouring off her body went out. Soon it was just a thin golden skein overlaying her skin. She could feel it draining away inside, replaced with an awful numb coldness.

The drow had made it away, at least. Aliara had made it away. That was what mattered. She had bought them the time they needed. She closed her eyes and waited for ****.

It didn't come. The wolves worried at her limbs, shredding away the last of her armor, but none of them delivered the killing stroke. The one on her back climbed down, but by now she was too numb to stand. Her limbs were paralyzed. She moaned softly in her throat. Agamor, why? Why have You forsaken me?

The last of her armor crumbled to dust. Beneath, she wore only a silken tunic. The wolves, at least, were temporarily leaving her alone. In fact, they appeared to be fighting among themselves. Hissing, growling and yipping filled the air, along with a peculiar liquid sound. She tilted her head to one side and tried to see what was going on.

Two of the wolves circled each other. A third lay on its side. Tarry black goo oozed out of a wound in its belly and pooled beneath it. The combatants snarled and snapped at each other. Finally, one leapt. Quick as a wink, the other ducked beneath it and caught it by the throat. The unlucky wolf had time for a brief whine of surprise, then the victor's jaws snapped shut with a greasy squeal. Its foe puffed into black smoke and began to dissipate.

The winner strutted around victoriously for a moment, then turned its attention to Teysa. She looked away and closed her eyes. She could feel it sniffing at her and prodding her with its nose. Something sharp raked across her back and she gasped at the sudden pain. Her tunic tore and she felt it tugged away, leaving her bottom exposed.

The wolf climbed on top of her, straddling her hips with all four legs. Something cold and slimy prodded between Teysa's butt cheeks. She cried out in revulsion and tried to clench her bottom, but wherever the thing touched, all the strength ran out of her muscles. The wolf may have been a creature of shadow, but it had clearly been modeled with anatomical exactitude, and its thick, rubbery cock nudged at her tight pink pucker. She tried to lift her hips, if only to present a more appealing hole, but the weight of the beast made even that minor exertion beyond her. It prodded at her, seeking a way in, and began to thrust with more insistent pressure. She held out as long as she could, but the ring of her sphincter was no match for the wolf's unnatural strength. A howl ripped free from her throat as it **** itself inside her.

Its first thrust buried more than three inches of cold, wet cock in her colon, but it was only getting started. Something rancid and greasy spurted from its cocktip and pooled in her bowels. It pulled itself partway out, but before her O-ring could begin to resume its former tightness, the wolf thrust itself in again. This time at least six inches speared into Teysa's guts. The shadow-wolf's cock was girthy, too, at least as big around as her wrist, and she wailed in pain and terror as she felt herself stretched around it. She felt certain that at any moment she would tear open, but her flesh was stronger than that. The wolf began to rut her with quick, brutal jabs, each one a punch she felt deep inside her body. Tears coursed down her cheeks. She could feel her hips being ground into the stony floor. Each thrust knocked the wind out of her. Each withdrawal tantalized her with the possibility of freedom before cruelly dashing her hopes. Worst of all was the growing tightness in her limbs and the lump in her throat, the arousal radiating outward from her clit as it was smashed mercilessly into the dirt. Somehow, the brutal **** was wakening something inside her.

"Please," she whimpered. "Please..." She wasn't sure if she was begging Agamor for deliverance or begging the wolf for mercy. Neither mercy nor deliverance was forthcoming. Slobbery drool ran from the beast's jaws and dripped into her hair as it rutted her. Each ferocious thrust plunged deeper into her ass, stretched her wider, deposited more of its fetid spunk inside her. She could feel the stuff pooling and sloshing in her bowels. It felt like ice water pumping through her veins. Nor was the numbness any relief-- she could not move her muscles, but she could feel every errant twitch and jab. Its prong was splitting her open and she was helpless to stop it. It lowered its head until one yellow eye stared directly at hers. She could see something in there, some intelligence, and she could see its malice. It was looking through the wolf and into her. It could see her pain, her fear, her misery, her despair, and it drank them up. "Please," she murmured again, and the wolf howled.

Its pack picked up the ululation. Once again, it seemed slightly off, the movements of their mouths not correlating to the sounds that they made. The howl was a sick and ugly thing, a triumphant scream of conquest over a defeated foe. It echoed off the walls and inside Teysa's head. The howl drowned out everything else. It rose like a tide of black water in her mind, drowning hope, drowning faith, leaving only leaden despair.

She surrendered to it.

Her body jerked and twitched like a ragdoll as the wolf's cock slammed in and out of her. Each thrust spread her ample buttcheeks with a wet squelch. Ribbons of oily black liquid splashed out and spattered across her thighs. She let loose a guttural moan-- not pain, but a sick, feverish pleasure. It crawled through her veins and rasped across her nerves. She gasped and stiffened. Thin filaments of darkness crawled beneath her flesh. A spiderweb map of veins and arteries stood out against her alabaster skin. She opened her mouth and her tongue lolled out. Black traceries skittered across its surface, turning it from pink to a diseased and mottled magenta.

Still the shadow wolf humped away in a frenzy. She could feel it inside her, a swollen root plunging deep into her rectum, coring her out and depositing its vile seed. The wolf’s breath in her ear came fast and ragged. It thrust its hips forward one last time, so violently that Teysa was partially lifted off the ground, and its member began to swell. A thick knot formed at the base. For a moment, Teysa thought that it would rip her open and leave her to bleed out, but then the knot shifted slightly forward and vanished into her straining sphincter. It swelled inside her, shoving her organs out of the way, pressing against her walls and anchoring her in place. The wolf stood up and Teysa was dragged into the air, dangling by her hips. Pain flared as the knot threatened to pull out of her, but it was too grotesquely huge, and she was tied tightly to her partner. She looked down at her belly with eyes that refused to focus. She couldn’t be sure— her vision was blurry, and the intense mix of pain and pleasure radiating out from her abused ass made it hard to focus— but it looked as though a bulge had formed in her belly just below her navel. If that was the wolf’s knot, it was even larger than it felt. Her stomach jutted as though she was pregnant and starting to show.

The wolf twitched and Teysa heard a faint gurgling, like a broken pipe. The knot pulsed inside her and she felt a gout of oily, cold fluid gush forth. It surged into her bowels and wracked her body with cramps. The knot twitched and throbbed over and over, each pulse accompanied by another jet of sludgey spunk. Her ass filled quickly, but the swollen knot was pressing so tightly against her pucker that she could get no relief that way. Instead it surged up into her guts, backflowing through her system and sloshing into her stomach. Her belly tented and began to inflate as more and more of the stuff poured into her. The sensation was overwhelming— she felt as though a giant hand had reached down and squeezed her insides. Hideously, this nausea came with a sort of demented pleasure. Her pussy spammed and twitched helplessly. Her clit felt as swollen as the knot inside her. She moaned in a broken voice, limbs twitching, drool running down her chin. The orgasm that rocked her now was nothing like the pure and clean pleasure she shared with Aliara; it was sweaty, dank, the shameful spasm of a conquered body. It was her final submission. Mercifully, she blacked out halfway through.

When she came around she was still tied to the wolf. Every so often it would shift position, and the slightly motion jostled the massive knot inside her and sent a ripple of nausea through her. Now it felt as though her belly was full of its toxic cum, and it still pumped into her. Her veins were solid black now, her skin darkening, and she could smell the graveyard stench of the wolf rising from her. The golden light from before had been snuffed. Little by little, her body was being given over to darkness. Somehow, that hurt the worst: worse than the terrible pain of her violation or the unbearable stretching sensation now filling her guts. She gulped as a cramp viced her guts. Her gorge rose and she vomited. The stuff that spattered out of her mouth was vile, acidic, a puddle of jet-black ooze that had been pumped into her from below. She stared at it in dull incomprehension.

Finally the wolf’s knot began to shrink. Teysa’s abused asshole slid off it with a wet _pop _and she landed hard on her belly. The impact caused her to throw up again, retching up thick gobs of the wolf’s shadow-cum, and a jet of it fountained out of her ruined O-ring. Her ass gaped open, spewing out a geyser of greasy black oil. It slowed to a trickle, but when another wolf stepped on her back, the increased pressure provoked another eruption from both ends. She came again from the feeling of her asshole pouring forth shadow-cum. This orgasm was shameful and left her shivering in mingled terror and ecstasy. A black ring of foul excreta crusted her lips. She lay there, shuddering occasionally, listening to the tidal pulse of the shadow in her soul.

The second wolf stepped forward and nuzzled the fat tip of its cock against Teysa’s blown-out asshole. Behind it were more, at least a dozen more, and their dark master watching it all.

Teysa closed her eyes and surrendered.