Everything goes as planned

The tamer remains oblivious to your presence as she approaches your chosen ambush location.You heart beats faster and your breath slows to a near stop as she gets closer and closer, each moment stretching longer and longer as she draws even with you. Adrenaline surges in you as you prepare for your first encounter with a hero in this life. The knowledge that you have the upper hand and that your prey doesn’t even know you’re here gives you slight high as you consider your power over her. In these final moments before you pounce you hold her fate completely in your hands. Every minute detail takes on perfect clarity as your awareness zeroes in.

You can hear her breathing along with the crunch of leaves beneath her feet. You see the flex of her lithe, but shapely legs beneath the skin tight leather that covers them. You can smell her: a gentle, sweet floral scent that is utterly feminine. The moment seems to stretch out forever as she draws even with you, time nearly coming to stop until the instant you decide to strike. As you move time rushes back to its normal pace. You see her turn towards the sound of you leaping towards her and have a brief instant to savor the surprise that fills her emerald green eyes before your body comes crashing down on her.

Your weight and momentum send her tumbling and you cling to her as the two of you roll over the soft, loam covered forest floor. She cries out in surprise and pain as your claws pierce the leather of her starting gear and prick her skin. Your jaw locks on her shoulder, the taste and scent of her terror fill your senses as you come to a stop. Your scarred body pins her to the ground and she trembles in your hold as she waits for you to deliver the finishing blow. You know you could finish her here and now and that you probably should before she has a chance to turn the tables.You know that’s the safe option, but the hunt has raised your blood and with her pinned and helpless beneath you your feral arousal gets the better of you.

“Just finish me already!” Frey cries beneath you, unable to take the strain of waiting any longer. She begins to struggle, and you tighten your jaws on her shoulder the pain causing her to still once more. “What are you doing?! Just kill me already, I said.” She knew she would just respawn anyways. You knew it too, but you weren’t ready to let her get away from you yet. You released her from your jaws and quickly put your hand to her throat, pressing her down into the bed of rotting leaves and vegetation that formed the forest floor.

“Not yet.” You grinned down at her, your cracked fangs showing as your lips drew up in a bestial smile. You feel her go tense as your monstrous presence does its work. Your negative appearance modifier from the ability only serving to fill her with more fear and disgust. “I haven’t ever had the chance to play with a tamer.” You growl, your other hand moving to pop open the buttons keeping the jerkin fastened tightly over the very slight swell of her bust.

She shuddered beneath you as the garment came loose, swallowing nervously as she realized what you meant to do. “Get off me, you fucking animal!” She began to struggle once more, ignoring the hand that tightened around her throat to **** her back into submission. She bucked beneath you, trying to throw you off. You were only slightly heavier than her, and not very strong but strong enough to resist the struggles of the tomboyish tamer. You stubbornly remained in place, a claw tearing open her tunic and drawing a line of red up the middle of her chest, scratching her in your haste to disrobe her. She cried out again; pain, fear and something else entering her voice as she glared up at you, her chest heaving as she struggled for breath beneath you. You notice the stiff little rosy nipples that cap her tiny breasts and smirk.

“You little bitch, you love this. Don’t you?” You taunt her, the knowledge of her shamed arousal causing your own excitement to spike. The feeling of heat growing as your red, engorged wolf meat began to push out of your sheathe into the relatively cool air before it’s trapped against Frey’s midsection. She shakes her head vehemently in denial of your words.

“No! Just kill me, you disgusting mutt!” She pleads, writhing beneath you as she feels your arousal press against her.