Let's fuck some wolves up.

You take a deep breath as you stand still at the entrance of the forest, a sword in your right hand and an unlit, makeshift torch on your left. You hesitantly start walking forwards, you hear yourself in your head repeating the same thing again and again: 'Why am I doing this!?', but your feet just keep dragging you towards the deepest parts of the woods.

On the walk there, you don't notice anything really interesting, just a few faint lights in the distance... looks like someone was camping... an actually big camp... you should take a look later if you survive this.

Before you know it, you arrive at the den.

Standing at a safe distance, behind some rocks, you begin to examine the location. It's bigger than you expected, like some sort of cave. It even looks like you could comfortably slip through the entrance... W-what kind of wolves are living there?!

Your brain tells you to run home but your heart tells you to stay and finish the job. You take another deep breath, you didn't see any wolf yet, that could mean that they are all out hunting, or that they are all inside that cave... you better lit that torch. You put your sword inside the dark sheat on your hip, grabbing a few pebbles to make sparkles with, and next-

*Blow!* You suddenly feel a little prick of pain and a burning sensation on the side of your neck, ...s-some sort of bug bit you...? As you move your hand towards it, you find a small, green dart. "...What the..." Before you can even finish the sentence, your eyes roll back and you fall **** over the grassy ground...

...You recover consciousness again, finding yourself inside a rocky, cold tunnel, sitting on the floor with your hands tied behind your back. The sight in front of you is a truly shocking one, some sort of wolf-man sits on a throne made of different types of bones, looking down at you with utter hatred. He is brown-skinned, muscular, and tall. He would look like a normal human if it wasn't for his dark, pointed canine ears and the long tail behind him. The only thing he is wearing is a fur loincloth that seems to boost that tribal, savage look he is going for; a small cane blowgun tied to his waist, definitely what he shoot you with.

On the ground, at both of his throne sides, a pair of hungry-looking, four-legged wolves sit while growling at you... huh... looks like you found the alpha.

"...Hi?" You fearfully mutter, to which the wolf-man answers with an angry: "Silence, human!"

You obey, dead-silent as the creature begins to speak. "My name is Kakan. King of the Wolves." He proudly says. "Under normal circumstances, you would be inside my brave warriors' stomachs by now." He exclaims, the feral animals barking and howling. "But... I'm extremely displeased to say that I need you alive." ...You raise an eyebrow, still silent.

The alpha wolf shifts awkwardly over his seat, his voice getting softer as he continues to talk. "I'm... not a young wolf anymore... My dear wife has a pretty high... libido, and I... simply don't have the time or energy to treat her like she deserves... we discussed an agreement, and I've been looking for a worthy subject ever since..."

...This has to be a fucking joke... is he going to...?

"I took a look while you were ****, and I noticed that you are well-endowed... N-not as much as me, of course, but you are certainly large... So, you have two choices now. Die... or become my queen's sex **** until we find a younger or better male."

...He did... sex ****... sounds better than dead, to be honest, you'll probably find a way to escape sooner or later. "I'll... I'll do it, I guess..." You say, Kakan deeply sighs, stands up off his throne, and walks towards you.

"You better treat her right..." He menacingly growls, gruffly grabbing the scruff of your shirt and easily dragging you deeper into the dimly-lit cave. Your hands still tied, your weapons gone, you can only endure the humiliating treatment until you reach the destination.

He abruptly stops walking and throws you forwards, making you fall and land on your face. "Here it is." He simply grunts before stepping away into the passage you two just came through. You slowly start to stand up, proving difficult to do it with your hands tied behind your back... when you manage to get on your feet, you are finally able to look at your new 'Mistress'...

In front of you stands a 5'7 feet tall, ebony-skinned wolf-girl with a long mane of brunette hair falling over her shoulders. Her perfectly curvy body not covered by any type of clothing: Thick thighs, wide hips, small waist, a great ass under a fluffy brown tail, and plump tits that make your heart race. Your gaze moves towards her cute face; she has a small button nose, pouty, kissable lips, and yellowish eyes that look up at you indifferently. You give her an awkward smile that she replies with an annoyed roll of her eyes. "Really? A human? This is the best he could get? ...and why are you standing?! Kneel, ****!"