Try to get up

You push yourself up, determined to get out of this place. The world seems to spin around you and your limbs shake from weariness. You feel like your whole body has been set ablaze. Drops of sweat roll down your freckled chin and thick beads of cum drip from your abused womanhood. You stumble naked in a seemingly random direction, leaving your torn clothes and discarded weapons behind.

The moon once more retreats under the cover of clouds, leaving the landscape dark. You keep staggering in a single direction, as if unaffected by the dark. Rather than using your eyes, you use your nose to follow a familiar scent off in the distance, like the smell of freshly burned maple.

Emerging from a cluster of foliage, you stumble into a small campsite with a dying fire in the middle. The burned logs glow with their remaining embers, drawing you closer to the glow, the warmth, and its homely scent.

“What the hell!” you hear to the side. You sluggishly turn your head to see a tall, lanky man looking at you. He is bewildered by your nakedness at first, but he quickly raises his crossbow and points it at you. “Don’t come any closer,” he commands you in a stern tone. “Bearus,” he calls to the tent next to him. “Bearus, wake up!”

You hear groaning coming from the small shelter and a very buff, bearded man emerges from it rubbing his eyes. “What is it, Sid?” he comments before seeing you. His jaw instantly drops open at seeing your nubile, naked body framed in the glow of the dying flame.

“You think she’s been…” the skinny Sid asks.

“I don’t know,” Bearus replies. “You, girl,” he calls out to you. “Stay where you are and turn around.”

You blink at him sluggishly, the words barely getting through to you in your feverish state.

“You understand me, right girl?” he asks.

You nod once in response.

“Then turn all the way around slowly. We have to check you for wounds or marks.”

You begin to comply, turning around listlessly, letting their eyes dart up and down your soft flesh. Normally, you would be embarrassed, combative even, at the thought of displaying yourself like this. However, your thoughts are a mess from your light-headedness. You can’t even muster enough mental strength to feel shame.

After making a complete circle, you hear Sid comment, “No bite or claw marks. I think she’s safe.”

Bearus sighs in relief and goes back into his tent, coming out with a blanket. “What in the blazes are you doing out here naked, girl?” he asks you as both the men approach.

You reply in a lethargic tone, “My village… it was attacked by orcs. I ran into this forest and became lost.” You keep your words short, not having enough strength to formulate anything more.

“You’re lucky to have escaped. Was it those barbaric orcs that stripped you?” Sid asks. You don’t respond. You don’t even remember how you lost your clothes. You try and concentrate, trying to recollect your shuffled memories.

The larger of the two men wraps the blanket around your shaking form, noticing your sweaty body. “You’ve fallen ill. How long have you been out here naked in the cold?”

“I don’t know,” you respond in your confusion.

“You’re also lucky you didn’t run into any were-beasts,” Sid says as he walks up beside you. “We’ve been hunting them all week. They come out when the moon is full, looking for prey. Single bite or scratch and you become just like them.”

At the mention of the beast, your memory of what happened suddenly returns. You vividly remember how the large, dark creature rutted with you, how good it all felt. Recalling that pleasure makes you feel not only weak, but something else—something strange.

“Let’s get you a place to rest,” Bearus says. “You can sleep in my cot.” The large bearded man leads you towards their camp, the skinny Sid following after.

You feel your legs shake, unable to keep you up. You fall to the ground, breathing heavily. Your heart beats wildly, like it’s about the jump out of your chest. Something begins to tingle within you. You focus on the feeling, realizing its originating from your throbbing clit. You let out a deep breath, your body suddenly shuddering with an undeniable need. The memory of the wolf’s cock filling your hungry depth spirals through your head. What you wouldn’t give to be able to experience the feeling of a male inside you again, to have your womb flooded with one’s virile cream.