Stay out of the fight

You tense your muscles, ready to leap into combat beside Gillo, but you stop. This is not a fight with you, it is a fight for you. Two monsters competing for ownership of your body. The thought annoys you and with a quick backstep you retreat from Gillo and the scene and take up a position amid a small copse of scraggly trees. The lupines and Gillo are too occupied to notice you breaking away. You kneel down in the tall grass and watch as the posturing grows more and more ****. The lupines snarl loudly and pace in a circle. Gillo roars and beats his huge fists against his barrel chest.

The tension is finally broken as a lupine leaps at Gillo's throat. The massive gorilla-thing bats the creature aside, smashing it to the ground as the others move in for the attack. The combat quickly becomes brutal. The wolf-bodied lupines are individually no match for Gillo. He grabs them and throws them with back-breaking **** against the earth. He breaks the neck of one and bites another. But as he fights them the lupines take their toll, ripping huge chunks from his muscular legs and arms.

You are so absorbed in the display of aggression that you fail to notice the lupine creeping up behind you until it is too late. You gasp at the last moment, turning as its huge, black-furred body lands atop yours. It pins you on your back with its weight, its clawed hands are unnervingly humanlike as it tears down the front of your camo shirt and rips open the cups of your bra. Your firm tits bounce free and its long, ping tongue licks across them as gusts of hot, stinking breath wash over you.

"No, please!" you cry, struggling to get your legs beneath it and kick it away.

You feel the hot, fleshy length of its extended cock dragging over your shifting legs. The lupine is wolf-faced and savage, but those human hands grab the waist of your khaki shorts and tear them open. It shucks the torn shorts and your cotton panties down your thighs and then, with sudden ****, it turns you onto your hands and knees.

"No!" you cry, trying to kick out.

"Quiet," the lupine speaks with a growl. "Your scent carries for miles. Your cunt is ripe for breeding and I will fill you with a litter."

Any further struggle is silenced as the lupine's huge body drops over your back, its clawed hands seizing your shoulders so roughly it draws blood. The head of its cock slaps against the backs of your thighs as it positions itself to enter you. Its breath washes over the back of your neck, making you shudder. Through the tall grass you can hear the combat continuing. Could you call out to Gillo?

"Make any sound that isn't pleasure and I will kill you in an instant," promises the black lupine. To emphasize the threat it opens its huge jaws and closes them tenderly on the back of your neck. It remains in this position, biting your neck, drool spilling down the sides of your neck as it begins to move its hips, dragging the head of its cock over your mound as it seeks your entrance.