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Her breath rushed out of her pushing its way forcefully through her lungs and lips. The branches, leaves and occasional cobweb slashed against her face the harder she ran. Her legs were pumping harder than ever in her life, whirled so by her fear. She felt her blood pumping strongly through her limbs, and could hear it take her ears. She had no thoughts other than her instinct: run.
Haru’s shoes had fallen off ages ago, and moments ago the sky opened up in violent electricity, sparking light above her, and dropping water on the loose dirt. Now she felt the mud squishing between her toes, making her leaps through the woods more and more precarious. She was starting to slip, the rain intensifying. The loud crack of thunder boomed throughout the world, bursting her ears. Fuck, fuck. She had to find a way out of here. But she knew the truth. There was no way out of here, she heard the stories. This land was cursed.
Dozens of omnivores lost their lives in these woods. The carnivores were viscous on this side of the mountains. The wolves were the biggest threat. She knew her blood was a risk. Knew that camping out here was very dangerous. Put her damned stubbornness and lack of concern for her wellbeing over powered the precaution of safety! Rabbit blood was the most attractive scent to these animals. It was only natural. She should have been more careful as she chopped up the carrots for vegetable stew. Should have brought a duller knife, shouldn’t have gotten distracted by the flames in her fire. One moment she was relatively safe, and the next; the metal sliced through the flesh. Ever so slightly, just nearly cut the peak of her finger. Just a little pain.
However the blood proceeded to flow. The cut was pretty deep for a simple mistake. Once the blood plopped onto the dirt below her she felt a visceral shift in the air. Something sensed her– and she sensed it in return. Haru rose to her feet immediately, brain telling her one thing– to fucking move. Now she regretted wearing fucking flip flops around the fire. Lost in her thoughts, Haru's scraped feet snagged on a rock, ripping the skin on her right foot. She winced and staggered.
Then she heard it. The heavy breathing paces behind her. Oh my god. Haru had always fantasized about death at her weakest moments, but now that it was chasing her she felt a renewed feeling. She wanted to take her own life, not let anyone else take it. This was her life– on her terms. She braced through the pain, knowing her chances for survival just dipped further with the interaction of new blood. The breaths behind her seemed to be getting closer, and tears started furiously falling down her face. Swinging her arms and legs like a madwoman, trying to think of the Olympic runners. Hoped she can channel that and survive. Flight from this nightmare.
Her left foot was starting to slip again, and she leaned with it, and slipped her foot to the left and was able to keep running that way, praying this would help her run him off. She heard a snarl as she got a couple steps further from the wolf. She was starting to feel victorious, and that’s when she knew why a rabbit couldn't be cocky. This was her role in life, to succumb to the hunter. To the predator. Her careless smile on her face as she felt herself run was a fatal mistake. A quick distraction that allowed the wolf to get a step up.
“You won’t get away from me,” The creature threatened behind her. She gulped and kept pushing herself.
“I was made for this. You were made for this,” A few tears streaked down her cheeks.
“No,” she rasped under her breath, knowing he couldn’t hear her.
“Yes,” he huffed. Haru’s right foot slipped again, the pain from the cut lancing through her. Her body shook from the pain. This opportunity allowed him to pounce on her.
Haru screamed as she felt the rough form take her down. She was small and weak. There was no way she couldn’t have crumbled from his body weight. However she still had some fight in her as she pounded her small fists against the fur on his chest. She knew for sure now that this giant creature was a man. She could feel an embarrassing hardness pressing against her body. Her cheeks flushed despite herself. The wolf had trapped her against the muddy forest floor beneath them, roots poking her back roughly.
One of his forearms had flung itself over her lithe arms, pinning them down ending her futile punches. His legs straddled her, tightening up her legs quickly to prevent her from kicking. His free hand was against the top of her chest, big enough to also suffocate her lightly. The tears in her eyes fogged up her vision, and she blinked as hard as she could to try and get a good look at the monster.
“I got you,” his deep voice rumbled deathly, vibrating through her body. She shuddered, amazed– and terrified beyond belief–by the ferocity of this creature. As her vision cleared the wolf’s appearance came into picture. She strangely felt a sense of familiarity with him. As if she knew him. Knew him in another life possibly. His grey eyes met her own black pair, his eyes narrowing.
“Who are you?” he barked angrily.
“W-what?” her voice wavered. His face leaned down, jaws opening. Her heart thundered along with the sky. Another crack of lightning speared above them causing her body to jolt. His jaws closed around her neck–or rather his teeth grazed her. Causing deep gashes, however nothing life ending. She gasped, eyes squeezed shut. She felt him shift, and she dared peeking her eyes open. Feeling the spittle from his ragged breath had her cringing.
“What are you!” he repeated himself voice getting louder, and his hand choked her neck tighter, causing her to yelp before the air ceased. Her eyes widened, before she quickly glared at him. He waited a moment, head cocked, before he decided to loosen his hold, letting the air back into her lungs.
She sputtered, gasping air. “I-I don’t know,” she took a haggard breath, “What you m-mean,” He snarled again before he ducked down against her body, his tongue flicked to her navel, exposing her flesh, as his tongue continued to rise until he was dragging it over her breasts, moving to her neck, lapping at the blood he slipped. She gasped and squeaked, quite afraid and confused. He continued sucking at her marred flesh as his forearm pressed her hands deeper into the mud.
Then she shuddered. She felt him do the same. The wolf ripped her shirt open with a few claws, and then dragged them up her left breast, until her reached the soft flesh above it and slashed. She cried out as blood welled from her chest, gasping through her breaths. The wolf’s tongue lolled forward as he drank the blood from her, groaning as he did. She still felt his thickness against her body, making her uncomfortable, scared and unbearingly hot despite the freezing rain. She didn’t know what demon possessed her as she arched against this predator. She whimpered, tears streaming down, and core throbbing. She sobbed. He rutted against her before his teeth clenched around her bicep, a sharp pain followed. Hardly any blood dripped down onto her because of the quickness of his mouth, sucking deeply against her soft fur, slightly matting it. They both groaned.
“What the hell are you,” he whispered, “You should be dead. I should have killed you already,” he cuts himself off by biting lower down my upper arm. Softly pressing his sharp canines into me, just enough to leave a slow trickle of blood, which he licked against with much reverence.
Haru looked up at the creature, confused. “I don’t know, wolf.” She defended, regrettably rubbing herself against him as he rutted once again. A small moan left her lips, and he rushed his mouth to hers, catching her mewl in his mouth, groaning against her, teeth sliding across her lips, leaving small marks. As his tongue shoved into her. They lost themselves within each other. Both of them lost in this liminality of predator and prey.
Her lips worked against his complying with him easily. One hand grabbed her round breast, kneading and stretching his claws. Creating a stingingly lovely sensation that left her shaking, and not because of the rain that pelted against his back, and made the mud around her become slicker. Her arms and back were becoming soaked in it, her blood mingingly with it. As he continued to hump against her, the more she felt the mud press against her ass, she knew even he was getting covered. Perhaps this wildness of the night was letting them release, unconfine themselves.
He eventually let her hands free and she immediately flew them against him, running one hand through his rough hair, one running against his back. Her small claws digging into him. He groaned louder, rumbling through them, as he used his hands to rip apart his pants, and tear hers open as well. She cried out again, ashamed and wanton at once. The wolf raked his claws up her thighs leaving superficial cuts, and then he leaned his body down to run his tongue over the slices in her thighs. She moaned as she felt him suck more of her blood out. How much blood loss has she experienced? After the monster felt satisfied with the blood from her legs, he moved his tongue to her exposed folds, and another growl left his chest. He felt the little rabbit quiver below, still arching her little body off the slick forest floor. His tongue met her softness, lulling up and down. He smiled as he heard her cry out. His teeth brushed against her, and she whimpered. He tried his best to keep the cuts shallow as he shoved his long tongue into her and let his big hands and sharp claws grip her small hips. He couldn’t help the deep moans rolling out of him and against this small rabbit's cunt. She began to shudder harder and harder and he knew what was happening. But he couldn’t believe this was happening.
He had never gotten intimate like this with prey. He never stopped his hunger, never replaced it for something sweeter. He removed his mouth from her folds, and pulled his tongue across her small body spreading her juices, mixing it in with her beautiful blood. He moved his hands, one above her head, and he pumped himself with the other. She shuddered and moaned beneath him, reeling from what he just completed with his mouth. He swiped his hand against her cunt, and spread the fluid around his cock, groaning with her. He rubbed his head against her entrance, pausing for a moment. The two of them stared at each other, both trying to catch their breath. Another strike of lightning, illuminating their forbidden dance, his mouth kissed along her jaw. Then the thunder followed, scaring the little rabbit. She jolted again, pushing his tip into her, causing her to cry out harder. He grunted, pushing himself deeper into the small creature. She was so small beneath him. Nothing like the female wolves he had been with. She was a small thing, and he wasn’t sure how she would take him, but his gut told him she would fit. She mewled again, pushing her hips apart, letting him have deeper access. He took it, and she gripped him tighter, fluttering against him. They both moaned. “Oh lord,” she said exasperatedly.
“Yes, little rabbit. Take it,” She whimpered once more, rutting up into his hips,
“Yes, yes, you can do it. You have too,” He snarled, pushing even harder, deeper. She couldn’t stop the deep moan from ripping out of her chest. His body slammed into her, harder and harder. She took it. She revelled in it. She was falling apart and together again, all at once. This monster would be her undoing. He bit her neck again, sucking against her, beating faster against her cunt. She cried and so did he. He drank more, and they both finished. His deep cock pouring into her little womb. Both Haru and the monster twitched against each other, bucking while they ripped through their spontaneous orgasms.
“Why am I not dead?” she whispered, as their breathing evened. He was curled over her, shielding her frame from the elements above them. Every time the thunder shook she held tighter to the wolf. He chuckled and suckled on her neck. Dragging his tongue up and down. Up her ears, down her cheek and back to her neck, leaving countless bruises.
“I think I like you better like this, little rabbit,” That was his last warning before he shoved his cock back into her cunt, wanting to hear her broken scream again.