Entry 9 – Werewolf

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Fran scowled as the spot she’d been stabbed was still itching. Somehow, the humans managed to miss everything important in their attempt to kill her and she’d turned out fine... after she drank that healing potion back at her and Fren’s cave. Hell, she might have only been down a husband if Fren hadn’t gotten herself kidnapped! Now she’s gotta save both of them! Gaaah!

Thankfully, the human had let slip something she might be able to use. Order guys usually like to execute “heretics” and the town likely has seen a few executions if those Order inquisitors are anything to go by. Sure, her husband wasn’t likely to get executed just because she blew him a few times. He hadn’t turned after yet after all.

But Arin’s sister didn’t know that.

Now if only she could find the bitch! 

“Maou dammit!” Fran cried as she slashed her cool new sword that her husband had dropped at a bush, the shrub’s leaves and branches flew away, revealing a girl squatting behind it looking at her. The two stared at each other for a moment, trying to process what exactly had happened, when Fran noticed what furry limbs she had, and what big furry dog ears she had.

“Uh,” was all Fran could say as she realised she’d found who she wanted to find and-

Oh shit! Fran mentally cried out as the werewolf pounced at her, knocking her sword aside and pinning the goblin to the ground. The wolf girl grabbed Fran’s hands by her wrist, pinning them down while the werewolf pinned her leg and-

Fran’s eyes widened and she gasped slightly as she felt the leg of her attacker press against her down there, pushing her toy further in. The goblin went very still as her toy pressed in, the feeling was good and Fran swallowed. Even so, the werewolf grinned down at her while her leg fucked the goblin, any fight in the smaller monster girl leaving her as her toy betrayed her. Where once it served it’s master faithfully, giving her pleasure on those lonely nights when she got a bit too enthusiastic with Fren and made her fall unconscious. Now it was beholden to a new master, who was using it now to bring a disarming delight to the goblin. Fran bit her lip, and made a slight sound while the werewolf began to smile. She smelt her, and smelt her arousal. The wolf girl came closer to Fran, sniffing her closely and looking the goblin girl straight in her eyes as she continued with the assault below. Pleasure bloomed from the dildo as the girl continued to play with her, fucking the fight from a little goblin like herself. 

On instinct, Fran used her one free leg to open her up wider, and planted her foot down on the ground. Doing what she could to spread her legs for the person who was so obviously dominating her. As she did, she started to move her hips a bit, grinding and shifting the dildo, trying to add just a bit more to the sensations filling her. Her sister was safe at the moment, they wanted her as a hostage anyways, and her hubby was fine too. 

Feeling a bit more daring, Fran used the opportunity to push her face forward, and planted a kiss on the werewolf’s lips. The wolf girl backed up immediately, accidentally pulling away from Fran’s arms, and forgetting to keep pressing into Fran. The goblin girl almost frowned as the wolf pulled back… until she realised she was free and brought her arm in front of her to point at the werewolf.

“I Bind Thee!” she incanted and soon enough black ropes spewed from the ring as the wolf was grabbed. The werewolf girl cried out in a loud “yip” before collapsing on her side, her arms pulled to the sides as the ropes secured themselves to the various branches and sturdy bushes around. The ropes were smart like that, and Fran giggled as she looked at the now helpless werewolf.

“Oh how the tables have turned,” she said, a wide grin spreading across her face as she looked at the bound wolf girl. The werewolf didn’t look too happy if the growling was anything to go by, but if she decided to be a bad dog, then Fran knew exactly what she needed to do shut her up. Looking the werewolf over, she was about the right height still despite being suspended above the ground a bit, so this should work.

The wolf girl continued to try to be menacing to Fran, and even started barking, before Fran merely reached up, and pulled her pants down. 

“Gah- Hey!” the werewolf cried out.

“Ah, so the wild werewolf speaks. Look I need some answers and you’re going to give ‘em to me,” Fran ordered but the werewolf girl just looked away, still growling as she did.

“Why would I tell you anything? You came into our hunting grounds, with a silver sword might I add, and attacked me. Why should I tell you anything goblin?” she shot back her gaze turning back to Fran who wasn’t particularly impressed by the resistance. 

“Because while you talk, I’ll do this for ya,” Fran said as she grinned and leaned forward, before giving the werewolf girl a nice, long, lick, and then dove in a bit to circle her clit with her tongue before pulling back. As she licked, the werewolf stiffened and let out a soft gasp while trying to pull her legs together. Of course the ropes were too strong for her and so she was just left hanging, her pussy getting wetter as Fran grinned up at her.

The werewolf herself looked down at the goblin, her lip pursed, a blush clear to see on her face as she warred with something within her. Likely pack loyalty, before finally she seemed to get her answer. In a more hesitant voice, she asked: “O-okay, I’ll talk. What… what do you want to know?”

Fran’s grin spread out wider as she knew she’d won. “Okay Wolfy, can I call you Wolfy, first off I need to know if you actually have a pack or did they get killed or something, and if you do have a pack, do you have a member with an uncorrupted brother by the name of “Arin”?”

As she finished, Fran grabbed the wolf girl’s hips and once more put her rug munching skills to work. With her tongue she gave the girl another long lick, pulling another gasp from her lips as Fran began to lick her all over, dipping her tongue into the snatch every few licks to show her what might come. As she did this, the werewolf answered in a bit of a strained voice:

“Yeah, I do have a, a pack. And, and we do have a girl, ugh, a girl named Ashley. She- fuck where did you learn that?” the werewolf asked but Fran pulled away, a not so impressed expression gracing her blushing face. 

“Right, you’re doing the asking,” since she seemed to get it, Fran gave her another lick, and pressed into her slit a bit more, tasting the sweet nectar from the werewolf as she did so. The werewolf’s breathing was growing harder as Fran licked her. Meanwhile she could feel her own arousal gathering in her core, adding logs to the fire as it were, her pussy growing wet and her lower lips becoming puffy, but she had to focus, especially if she wanted her answers without resorting to more extreme methods. 

Like post orgasm torture.

“Yeah, ah, fuck right there, yeah, mmmmh, fuck, Ashley, she joined, she joined in a deal with the pack mother, her, ah, her actual mother as well before she got bit. If the pack kept away from the town she and her brother lived in, then Ashley would join willingly. Fuck I wish I could have done that, been heroic and stuff. Mmmf, but I just got jumped and bit,” the girl babbled as Fran licked and licked at her core, driving her tongue deeper into Ashly, spelling out words as she did so, the werewolf’s cunny dripping for her, and even starting to spasm around her tongue. Fran moaned a bit, letting the vibrations flow through her tongue into the girl as her moans grew louder and louder. She wasn’t talking anymore but that was good enough for Fran, she could talk to this “Mother.” Wolfy’s hips shook more, trying their best to press her hips into Fran’s face while Fran herself pulled the slutty girl closer. Fran gripped on her hips and started to dive deep. At the same time, snaking a finger closer, Fran nearly smiled as she drove her tongue as deep as she could, humming as she did while her finger slipped in behind. 

The werewolf cried out in surprise, and then as she hummed, her nose pressing into the girl’s clit hard, that cry turned into a howl as like a flood gate, the werewolf began to cum, her sweetness dripping onto Fran’s tongue as her pussy began to try to milk her tongue. It pulsated and pushed down, twitching and clenching on her as Fran pressed her nose harder into the werewolf. Wolfy’s hips started to jerk, humping Fran’s face as she did her best to keep licking at the girl, to make her cum more for her. At the same time Fran’s own legs pressed together, and did their best to push her dildo into herself some more to limited success. 

Though finally Fran needed to come up for air, and sucked in greedily the lust perfumed air near her new friend’s cunny. Giggling a bit, Fran gave her wolf friend another lick, right on the clit, drawing a pitiful moan from her as her hips jerked once more. Stepping back from her work, Fran once more was grinning like a loon as she looked at the wolf, who had been so defiant, had submitted to her. She hung from the ropes, her pussy lips engorged and drooling, her hips and legs shaking from the power of her orgasm, and her head drooped. 

Then a firm and heavy hand landed on Fran’s shoulder and gripped it tightly. A heavy, clawed hand with fur. A shiver went down Fran’s spine as she slowly looked back to the owner of that hand, and saw a massive milf of a woman with mega mommy milkers standing imperiously over her, looking down at her with a similar grin to the one that Fran had used when she’d captured the wolf girl. The massive werewolf woman licked her lips, and Fran heard the sound of giggling around her and realised that not only had she been caught by the biggest freaking werewolf she’d ever seen, but she was also surrounded.

“That was quite the performance, allow us to return the favour,” she said, her voice melodic and alluring. It promised pleasure beyond anything that Fran had ever and could ever dish out; it promised a one way trip to nirvana that she might never walk away from. As Fran opened her mouth, the canine mega milf shushed her with a simple digit to her lips.

“Shh, the time for talking is over,” as she said that her finger left Fran’s lips and trailed downwards, into Fran’s coat, and from it she pulled a ball gag from it.

Fran gulped, “Yes Mommy.”

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Ugh, you know, I think I use pleasure way too much, and yet in the times I look for an alternative, little seems to work when actually in the middle of the action. Ah well, any who, if you enjoyed this, please like, comment, and subscribe to my Subscribestar if you are feeling extra generous~!