The Wolf takes the Doe.

Again, you feel scratching of stubble on your cheeks, and something warm and wet dragging up and down your cheek before the soldier, no, the savage wolf looming over you claims your lips in a deep, rough kiss. His tongue does its best to claim your mouth, and when you don't submit to his will he bites down into your bottom lip. You gasp out and his tongue darts into your mouth, wrestling with yours, further asserting his dominance over you.

You feel him kick your legs apart and a hot insistent pressure against your rear as the soldier presses against your core. In your dazed state, the relentless **** on your senses brings you to a confused state of arousal and overstimulation. You don't really know what's happening anymore until you feel something warm... and hard, nudging at your feminity. Suddenly you snap out of your stupor, renew your efforts to get free, but the soldier has you pinned effectively, with no way out.

"Too late, little doe."

The soldier chuckles, and begins to slide his manhood into you, slowly but relentlessly progressing forward into you. It's an alien sensation, something hot and hard and throbbing making its way into you, claiming you. To your dismay, the sensation isn't entirely unpleasant... you feel your lower body clenching as if every moment his member moves forward is tightening some sort of coil. Then he hits a barrier. Your last symbol of resistance. Your last vestige of dignity.

The soldier above you lets out a deep groan as he pushes forward again, piercing through your maidenhead. You fill with tension as a sharp pain shocks your body, dispelling some of the guilty pleasure that you had been experiencing, and your core clenches onto the soldier, causing further pain as he pounds into your ever-tightening womanhood. A small whimper escapes your lips and you feel a small tear trickle down your cheek, you taste the salt mix with the iron in your mouth. The soldier, seeing you give up, speeds up and begins pounding into you quicker, jolting you forward with every bruising smack.

Your not sure when, but the tension in your lower belly finally seems to snap, flooding your body with pleasure as it spasms and tenses around the beast behind you. A rush goes through your head, disorientating you further, and the flood of emotion finally seems to overwhelm you. You feel your vision lose focus, and as the thrusting continues, everything becomes faint and floaty, no longer sure what's real or what's not. You almost feel like you are a passenger in this affair, stood in the tent watching yourself be defiled.

You don't know how long has passed, but the thrusting stops. A new sensation appears; something warm and sticky clings to your skin. The weight and the pressure lift from you, and, no longer possessing the strength to stand, you slip to the floor. Something warm and wet flows down your cheeks, are you crying, or is it more blood? You see the soldier kneel down and grasp you, warm and strong, and without thinking you nuzzle into him.

"You are weak, little doe, I doubt you will last long at the camp..." he sighs, do you hear regret? "I hope you find your own strength, but remember the name Roderick, the man who conquered you. Remember that I protect what is mine, little doe, should you feel you cannot continue by yourself."

With that, he grows silent, and places something cold and heavy at your wrists, and at your neck, before picking you up and taking you away.

You don't resist.