Keep fleeing

Inconceivable as it is, Adella realizes Courtney is sacrificing herself so Adella can live. Vowing that she will return with sufficient numbers of armed men to avenge her dear friend, Adella leans forward, wraps her arms around her horse’s neck, and urges it onward.

The sound of the beating hooves, coupled with the roaring rush of blood in her ears makes it impossible for her to hear anything else. In truth, she does not want to hear anything else; she tries to blot out any thought of what her friend must be enduring at this moment as she offers her body to the list-driven creature.

After what seems to be an eternity, Adella **** herself to breathe, and manages to sit up somewhat so she can turn around and get her bearings. Seeing nothing in pursuit, she eases her horse to a stop. The poor animal has foam on its side, and its wild eyes convey the terror it shares with its rider.

“It’s ok,” Adella says, patting the horse on its neck. “We’re going to be okay.” She says the words to the horse, but really is directing them to herself. “We just need to get back home, and Father will make it all right.”

The irony is not lost on her that it was her resentment of her father and her desire to get away from home that put her in this situation in the first place. She looks around, trying to get her bearings, but finds herself strangely disoriented in the darkness.

Adella’s horse jumps, and she tries to calm the spooked animal. “There, there... It will all he just—“

The princess is unable to finish her words. With a blinding flash of muscles and fur, she is grabbed and thrown from the horse. She hits the ground with a breath-taking thud, and before she can even begin to take stock of the situation, she looks up and finds herself staring into the blood-streaked face of a savage werewolf.

Adella opens her mouth to scream, but the vile creature grasps her jaw with its clawed fingers and jams it shut. Adella feels the claws penetrating the skin of her cheeks, and she sees a look of savage fury in the creature’s eyes.

It opens its mouth, baring his razor-sharp teeth. As he does so, thick, red liquid spills from his lips, dripping on the frightened woman’s face.

“It is blood!” thinks Adella, with revulsion. “But whose blood? The horse that it devoured, or could it be Courtney’s?”

She struggles to throw the beast off of her, but he is far too powerful for her feeble efforts. With his mouth still open, the creature thrusts his face downward, and Adella braces for what is surely going to be the last moment of her life.

When she hears the sound of tearing and shredding, she is surprised that it is not more painful. She had heard that when the body was nearing ****, that all feeling of pain stopped, and that must be what is occurring now.

Only when she feels the sharp pain of scratches on her belly and sides does she realize that the wolf is not ripping her flesh to ribbons; instead, it is shredding her clothing, pulling it apart and off with its teeth and claws.

Her relief at still being alive is quickly overshadowed by the realization of what is about to occur. The wolf kneels between her exposed legs and forces them apart with his own. Adella pummels the creature’s chest frantically with her fists, but she might as well have been hitting a brick wall with a feather for all the good it did her.

The savage wolf’s eyes bored into hers. There was such primal savagery that Adella could hardly believe the creature had, just a short time ago, been the unimpressive, diminuative Tegan. Now, the only hint of humanity was a deep, guttural canine-sounding chuckle as the wolf positioned his enormous cock at the bared opening between Adella’s legs.

The princess shuddered in revulsion as she felt the warm, hard shaft make contact with her womanhood. In all her dreams and fantasies about what her first time would be like, she never imagined losing her virginity to a hideous beast such as this.

The creature chuckled again and forcibly entered her. Adella drew in a sharp breath, unable to cry out because of the overwhelming sensation of being savagely violated in this way. She felt her maidenhead give way immediately to the powerful thrusts of the wolf. Her vagina, unprepared for such an entry, was dry, and the savage invasion caused every nerve of her body to cry out in a futile attempt to reject the unwanted incursion.

She closed her eyes, trying to drive out the unwelcome sights and sensations. Mercifully, the blood from her torn hymen, mixed with the wolfish precum, offered some lubrication and some comfort. Even so, she felt as if she would split in two because of the size of the massive rod that was pistoning relentlessly between her legs.

Again, she attempted to fight, reaching for the beast’s eyes with her fingernails. The creature did not relent in the least in his violent fucking. If anything, her resistence seemed to egg him on, causing him to drive into her ever harder and faster.

Adella managed to drag her nails across the beast’s face, drawing thin lines of blood. The wolf snarled. With uncanny speed, it turned its head and grasped Adella’s wrist in its mouth and bit down hard.

Adella screamed in pain. The wolf released his hold on her wrist and lifted his head. With a loud, inhuman howl, the wolf rammed his cock impossibly hard into her cunt and came. Adella felt her pussy fill with the creature’s hot seed, which came out in powerful, seemingly-unending streams. She felt her cunt stretch like a balloon as unreal, copious loads filled her.

The last thing she saw before darkness overtook her was the savage, upturned lips of the wolf as it looked down at her.