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Lien's Adventures Part 2: Hungry
“Well, well, well, what do we ‘ave ‘ere?” Rolf grinned, wolfishly, as he stepped out from the treeline at the edge of the slowly-flowing river. The looming worgen’s silver fur looked shaggy and unkempt, matching the ragged trousers he wore and the jagged parallel scars that ran across his wolfish snout. His golden eyes were fixed on the water’s edge, where a lone pandaren woman lounged, half-submerged in the nude, her full, pale-furred breasts floating slightly, their dark nipples standing hard from the river’s chill. He’d only been planning to rob whatever poor sap he found, but the sight of her body was already inspiring a very different sort of plan.
The pandaren woman opened her eyes, slowly twisted around to look at the source of the voice, then smiled, a placid, relaxed smirk, her eyes half-lidded. “It seems I’ve been spotted. Who might you be, stranger?”
Rolf had seen a lot of reactions to getting jumped. Some folks panicked, some folks froze, some folks got mad… But he’d never seen ‘em smirk before. This was… new. Vaguely unsettling. But he couldn’t let it shake him. “Name’s Rolf, lady. You mighta’ ‘eard of me. Wanted posters call me ‘Rolf the Ruthless’. Wanted for robbery, assault… and murder. And you best cooperate if ya don’t want to find out first-hand how ruthless I can get.” He half-growled, flexing his claws illustratively in front of him. Truth was, the ‘murder’ charge was fake, probably just some feral that got mistaken for him, but it helped his reputation, and anyways he couldn’t exactly go marching into the guard station to get it corrected.
Lien rolled over completely in the water, planting her elbows on the shore and resting her chin on her palms. “Oh, my, I certainly wouldn’t want that. But what could you want with a poor traveler such as I?” She asked. She almost sounded sarcastic, but Rolf chose to ignore it.
“To start with, you just stay put while I take whatever gold you got, and any other valuables you might ‘ave in this little bag.” he cautioned, striding forward to the pile of her belongings tucked against a small rock a step or two from the water’s edge, squatting down, keeping a wary eye on her as he opened the bag and began rooting around.
“I’m sorry to say you won’t find much. I wasn’t lying about the ‘poor traveler’ part.” Lien offered, apologetically. Rolf paid no attention, of course she’d say she didn’t have anything, they all did. But as the seconds ticked by, it became clear she wasn’t exactly lying. Apart from a nice silk dress and a purse of maybe ten gold, maybe eleven if you added up all the silver and copper, she didn’t have all that much beyond the basic survival necessities.
After another moment’s searching, Rolf dropped the bag with a snarl of frustration. No, don’t get angry. You make mistakes when you get angry. He paused, taking a deep breath to calm himself, then let it out, a wolfish grin once more spreading across his muzzle as his golden, predatory eyes locked on the bathing pandaren. “Well, if you don’t ‘ave the gold, I’ll just ‘ave to take me pound o’ flesh.” He growled, wickedly. Suddenly, he lunged forward, grabbing the pandaren by the wrist in one large, clawed hand, and roughly yanking her up and forward, out of the water. “Come ‘ere!” He added with a snarl, as though the point were not clear enough.
Lien gasped, startled by the sudden motion, but had little choice but to comply, her naked from rising from the water, her soft fur wet and clinging to her generous curves, her heavy breasts, crowned with hard nipples, her soft belly, her broad hips, and her juicy thighs. “Hey!” She objected, but the worgen clearly wasn’t listening, his eyes hungrily drinking in the view of her body as he held her arm high over her head, forcing her to stretch up on tiptoe. The look in his eyes sent a shiver dancing up and down her spine. Perhaps she should let this play out a bit longer…
Rolf licked his chops at the delicious feast for his eyes, savoring it for just a moment or two before he suddenly dragged her forward by the wrist, turning and half-throwing her in front of him, twisting her arm around behind her back at the same time, pinning it there as he shoved her forward, driving her against a nearby tree. “Oof-” Lien grunted as she suddenly found her face and breasts pressed against the rough bark of the tree, grinding into it as the worgen bent her forward, pushing her glorious, thick, meaty ass up and out to greater prominence. The worgen raised his free claw high and brought it down viciously, his palm striking one soft globe with a sharp smack, her entire backside suddenly jiggling wildly as the impact made her jump and gasp sharply. “Hey!” She objected once again.
“Shut up!” Rolf snarled as he moved into position behind her, thumb hooking into his waistband and roughly yanking his ragged trousers down. Lien only managed to catch a glimpse of the bright red canine cock thrusting nearly a foot out from the worgen’s hips, if you counted the peach-sized knot at the base, before it disappeared from view, eclipsed by the round globes of her juicy ass. She felt it, soon enough, her back arching as the beastly bandit roughly drove it into her unprepared pussy. It hurt! “Have you never heard of foreplay?!” She demanded, angrily, but was silenced once again when the worgen brought a big, calloused hand down on her ass once again, delivering another sharp smack. He was savage and demanding, treating her like some kind of animal! He didn’t care about her pleasure; he was going to fuck her whether she wanted it or not, until he was satisfied. Was it ironic that such thoughts actually made her want it, made her body grow hotter?
Rolf laughed, a harsh, cruel chuckle, raising his hand and bringing it down on her fat ass over and over, the thick, juicy cheeks jiggling and trembling under the assault as he ground her chest against the rough bark of the tree. He began to move, drawing his hips back, then thrusting the forward roughly, making Lien cry out with pain as the beastly cock once more drove into her, stinging and burning as it drove deeper than before, deep enough that she could feel the worgen’s fat knot pressing against her lips this time. She was tempted just to sweep his legs out and be done with it, but this time, however, behind the pain, there was a hint of pleasure as her body responded to the brutal invasion of her depths.
Rolf began to jerk his hips, drawing them back and slamming forward again, his crimson cock pistoning into Lien’s depths faster and faster, harder and harder. She cried out with each stroke, first with pain and discomfort, but slowly her cries turned to gasps, then moans. The sensations turned from pain to pleasure as she grew wetter, hotter, the worgen’s brutal pace forcing her body to adapt, to respond.
Rolf laughed cruelly once more, smacking her ass again, hard, as he thrust even faster into the pinned pandaren slut. “Ha! You’re really starting to like it, huh, bitch? You’re a real slut, getting off on getting raped!” Lien’s back arched and she let out a throaty moan as the worgen slammed his beastial cock into her depths like a piston. “You fucking love that worgen dick, don’t you, slut? You’re just a bitch in heat!” Rolf demanded, delivering another stinging smack to her upturned ass. As much as Lien wanted to deny it, she had to admit, she hadn’t been this turned on in a long while. Each time that canine cock speared into her it sent a jolt of sensation shooting up her spine to her brain, her rational mind beginning to crumble to base, animal lust.
Rolf smacked her ass, but this time, his hand lingered on her thick backside, fingers sinking into the soft, fuzz-covered flesh, claws biting into her skin, threatening to break it as he hungrily squeezed and kneaded her meaty ass. He let out an animal growl, leaning forward until his furry chest grazed against her shoulders, his hips accelerating moving like a rutting beast. His wolfish muzzle was suddenly right next to her face, his savage growls and panting breaths echoing in her ears. “Fucking say it. Say you’re my bitch. Beg for this fucking worgen dick!” He snarled, voice low and rumbling in her ear, sending a shiver dancing down her spine.
Lien’s back arched again, thrusting her hips up, presenting her juicy rear to be fucked hard, pushing her tits against the tree as her neck craned back and she howled to the dark canopy above them. “I- I’m your bitch! Fucking fuck me harder with that fat worgen cock!” She wailed, her body surrendering to the brutal assault, her pussy squeezing around the invading wolflike cock.
Rolf grinned wolfishly, sharp teeth bared as his prey gave in. “That’s a good bitch, and good bitches get the knot!” HE suddenly snarled slammed his hips forward with even more strength than usual. Lien’s eyes went wide as she felt the fat knob at the base of the worgen’s cock suddenly pressing harder against her drooling slit. He had to be joking, that knot was big as a man’s fist, how could it fit inside her?! She squirmed in the worgen’s grasp, but succeeded only in making her depths writhe deliciously around the length already inside her.
The beastly knot pushed harder, stretching Lien’s entrance open wider, wider, wider still, her tender lips stinging and burning as they strained around the enormous knob. “No, no!” she objected in a panic, then her voice suddenly rose an octave as the fattest bit passed her entrance and the beastly knot suddenly was inside her entirely. “NO-OOOOOHHHH~!” She added as the extra length pushed the tapered tip of the worgen’s wolfish dick against the sensitive spot right before the entrance of her womb, making her cry turn into a moan of delight.
Rolf didn’t bother to let Lien get used to the sudden fist-sized intrusion, his hips beginning to thrust again a mere moment later, short, incredibly fast strokes, his hips hammering against hers. Each time his wolf-cock pulled back, the massive knot threatening to pop out of her, and each time it bottomed out in her again, she could feel the pointed tip slamming into her pleasure center. She shook and trembled as the rapid assault overwhelmed her senses, her every nerve on fire with sensations. It was impossible to think under such a savage assault, her mind overcome by base instinct, but her body knew what it was doing. Her hips thrust back against his automatically, her fat, juicy ass bouncing off his fuzzy abs, her aching clit singing with delight each time his heavy, cum-filled balls swung forward to pound against the tender bud.
Rolf was rutting like a savage beast, rational thought lost in the pleasure, the rhythm of the primal act of mating, his instincts demanding to breed the prime specimen of a bitch beneath him. Lien’s pussy gripped him like a vice, squeezing tight around his thick, sensitive knot as he jerked it back and forth just inside her entrance. His grip on her wrist tightened, almost painfully, pushing it into her spine, pinning her full breasts against the tree trunk harder. His other hand shifted from groping her glorious ass to grip her rounded hips, claws digging into her skin, holding her still as his hips sped up even faster, until they were a blur of silver fur. He growled in her ear, a feral, savage rumble that rolled out from his chest, and a shiver raced up her spine as she felt the fat knob swell even larger inside her.
It all happened in an instant. Rolf slammed his hips forward, hard and deep, driving the pointed tip of his wolfish cock against Lien’s g-spot as his balls pulled up tight against her swollen clit. Her eyes widened as she felt the fist-sized knob of the worgen’s monster cock swelling inside her, stretching her past her limits, her tender hole aching as it struggled to contain the sudden growth, the pain mixing with the pleasure into a heady brew of sensations that made her mind swim. She let out a throaty moan, her body trembling as the swelling knot reached its full size, doubling its width and locking the two of them together. His back arched, and he let out a cry of his own, letting loose a triumphant howl that carried through the dense, dark forest, his cock throbbing violently inside his prey as his load surged up his length.
An enormous deluge of thick, creamy spunk blasted from his tapered tip like a geyser, splattering against the mouth of Lien’s womb, coating her inner walls with sticky, white-hot seed in an instant. His knees trembled with the waves of sensation crashing over him as his weapon fired again and again, pumping more and more of his hot worgen cum into his helpless prey’s tight, squeezing pussy. Each time his heavy balls tightened, his enormous knot throbbed inside her, its monstrous size ensuring not a drop of his cum could escape past it. Lien moaned again, feeling him flood her pussy, her body trembling with ecstasy as the hot, thick seed filled her more and more, until she could practically feel it sloshing inside her.
Rolf’s climax lasted what seemed like ages, a dozen or more spurts of cum pouring into his victim, and when it finally drew to a close, he was left panting, breath hot in Lien’s ear, their bodies locked together by his swollen knot. Suddenly Lien spoke up, snapping hm out of the warm stupor of afterglow. “So… Did you enjoy that?” She asked, her voice cool, if somewhat strained.
Rolf blinked. What an odd question. Still, a grin spread across his muzzle as he replied. “Oh, yeah. You’re a real fine lay, bitch. Better get comfortable, we’ll be here for a while.”
“I’m glad you think so...” Lien replied, letting the last word hang in the air. Suddenly, Rolf felt her ankle coil around his like a snake. He barely had time to widened his eyes in surprise before it was suddenly yanked out from under him, and he fell. For a moment, he felt like his dick was about to get torn off, but then, her hips began to follow his, dragged along by the knot holding them together. His fell backward and hit the ground heavily, only to have the air driven from his lungs a moment later as Lien landed on top of him. Suddenly she was upright, sitting on his cock, and with a swing of her legs and a wince, she was looking him in the eyes, her paws on his furry chest. Rolf whimpered, his knot hyper-sensitive in the wake of his orgasm, the sudden sensation of her spinning on it was too much to take. The look in her eyes was one that he might have found familiar if he looked in mirrors more often, predatory, hungry. “...Because I’m nowhere near done with you yet, and I’d rather you enjoyed what comes next. Turnabout is fair play…” She teased as she rolled her hips on his knot, drawing another whimper from the worgen at the too-strong sensation…
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Lien strolled out of the guardhouse into the morning sun, casually tossing a small pouch of coins to herself, humming something to herself.
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