Here's another soft Vore story I wrote some time ago. I hope you like it.




Werewolf Vore


- This night he lusted neither for blood nor for flesh. He lusted for something different. -

He was out in the night, running and dashing over the wide fields of Whiterun Hold as the cool night hair mussed his dark brown fur. On all fours he kept inhaling the scent of his environment. He could smell the moist ground beneath him, grass and dried leaves. He could smell the distant scent of Whiterun and the farms that surrounded it. The smoky aroma of charcoal and food crept in his nose. Delicious smells, but not now, not in this form. In his beast form Fenris lusted for fresh meat, preferably human meat. Raw and bloody. But this had not been always the case. There were times when he was just a normal citizen of Skyrim, a Nord who wanted to become a warrior. A warrior he became and with that a certain gift was bestowed on him. At first he was afraid of it, but now he was strong and fierce. And he loved it.
Once he had left his hometown to travel to Whiterun, where he had joined the Companions. The Companions were a group of warriors founded by Ysgramor five hundred years ago and who helped people in need. They were respected all over Skyrim, so it was a great honor to be one of them. But before Fenris was able to join them, he had to proof himself, for only the best warriors were chosen to become a Companion. It happened that he had proofed himself as a quite skilled warrior and also Kodlak, the leader of the Companions had seen something in him. Fenris had grown fond of the old man and also of his new brothers and sisters rather quickly, even if they had seemed a bit harsh in the beginning. It hadn’t taken long and Fenris could call Jorrvaskr his new home, the place of the Companions within Whiterun.
One day Kodlak had sent him and Farkas, on a quest to retrieve a fragment of the famous axe of Ysgramor, called Wuuthrad. On this very quest Fenris had found out a secret. A secret that had changed his whole life. When they had entered an ancient tomb in which the fragment of Wuuthrad was said to be, they were ambushed by some members of a group known as the Silver Hand. It had seemed to be forlorn, for Farkas and Fenris were outnumbered by them, but then something had happened. Something that Fenris still remembered so clearly. The moment when Farkas had turned into that beast. It had all happened so fast. One moment there had been Farkas facing his opponents with his greatsword. The other moment Fenris could watch as a huge beast had appeared in Farkas’ place, attacking the Silver Hand members, while digging its claws and teeth into their flesh, ripping them to pieces as if they were made out of paper. It was not like the beast had suddenly appeared out of nowhere, rather it was Farkas himself who had transformed into this beast. After he had killed all Silver Hands, Farkas turned around and had faced his brother. He had looked like a giant wolf on two feet, twice as big as Fenris, while his muzzle and claws had been covered in fresh blood, that had glistened in the light of Fenris’ torch. A werewolf. Heavily panting, which almost sounded like snarling, Farkas had loomed in front of Fenris and the both had looked at each other. This very moment had seemed like an eternity, but finally Farkas had transformed back into his human form. A lot of explanations had been necessary then, but the more Farkas explained the more Fenris understood.
He had learned that the transformation was willingly and not as most people believed dependent on the full moon. Furthermore not everyone of the Companions was a werewolf, only the ones that were part of The Circle. Later on he had found out that the Silver Hand was a group of werewolf hunters. Fenris had also learned about the history of the first werewolves within the Companions. That story he was told by Kodlak himself and it was him, who had given him the choice to stay pure or take the blood of the werewolf. It had taken some time to think about this gift, as Aela the Huntress, one of Fenris’ sisters called it. But eventually Fenris had decided to become a werewolf too and the blood ritual had been held under the Skyforge one night.
It is like Aela said, Fenris thought, while was still running and recalling his memories. The beast blood is a gift. Fenris could not understand why Kodlak wanted to be cured, but he respected that choice and did what he could to help the old man on his search. As a werewolf Fenris was free and a hunt was so much different. It felt more real. All his senses seemed to work better and more intense. The moment when he was after his victim, when he could smell and feel its fear. The moment when he was hunting it down, ready for his final leap in order to taste the warm blood filling his mouth combined with the taste of raw and fresh meat. When he was a ‘young’ wolf, a whelp compared to today, he had preferred the taste of venison. But this had changed quickly when he had tasted human flesh for the first time. He had been out with Aela, hunting down some members of the Silver Hand, using his beast form in combat for the first time. That night he fed on human meat and nothing had tasted better than this afterward. Of course Fenris knew that he could not just go out and slay humans and eat them. He was still a member of the Companions, an honorable warrior. There were stories about werewolves that were savage and that could neither control their transformation nor their savageness. But Fenris and his brothers and sisters were not like this. He only fed on human flesh when he got the chance to do it, when he was allowed to do it.
A loud grumbling sound echoed through the night. It was Fenris’ stomach. This night he was out to hunt again, but this time he wanted to make things different. This night he lusted neither for blood nor for flesh. He lusted for something different. He was hungry. When he fed on animals or humans he normally ate only the ‘good’ parts, like the soft and warm entrails. He was always satisfied after eating a deer for example. Satisfied but not full. But this night should be different.
Fenris was close to the forest, he could smell it in the air. The scent of conifers and moist soil grew more intense and with that also the scent of a living being. A human. He was fast and swift, but still quiet enough to avoid attention. Even if this area was mainly uninhabited it was wise to be cautious nevertheless. You could never know who could run into you. Fortunately the rest of the way was easy and no human soul was out there. And who could blame them? It was not safe in the night for an unarmed human, because wolves, bears, trolls and other creatures roamed the Holds of Skyrim. After a while Fenris stopped on a hill. From up there he made out his destination. In the distance right at the entrance to the forest was a little shack, smoke rising from its chimney. He sniffed, to make sure his victim was actually in there. Then he started running again, heading for the shack. It didn’t take Fenris long to reach it. He slowed down and walked closer to it. Carefully. Without making any noises he peaked into a window. It was almost dark in there. Only the remains of the hearth fire crackled in the fireplace, its coals glowing in an orange tone. The shack was not a big one, so one could almost see the whole interior when looking through the window. Fenris knew this place, knew this shack. He had come here on purpose, had investigated this place before and more than once. He was still looking through the window. Then he looked to the right. In the right corner of the shack was a straw bed and in this bed someone was lying and sleeping. It was her. Instantly saliva accumulated in his mouth and his stomach growled softly. Fenris was here for her. He could not see her clearly, for she was huddled in a blanket, but he knew what she was looking like. She was a young girl, probably not older than twenty-two. A huntress who lived alone out here. Why Fenris didn’t knew, nor he knew her name. But he knew that she was beautiful. She had a lean and fit appearance and long curly hair that she usually wore in a braid. Fenris didn’t knew why, and didn’t knew why her either, but he wanted her. He wanted her to fill his stomach. He wanted to gulp her down in one piece. Simply the thought of it made its hackles raise in pleasure. He then turned away from the window, heading for the door. He knew that it wouldn’t be locked. No one would break in an old little shack out here. He moved left and around the corner of the shack. And there he was. He did not hesitate long and pushed the door open, this time without being cautious. He knew that he wouldn’t have been able to sneak into the shack or push the door open silently. His big paws would have avoided that. So he just stepped into it. And there she was, standing at the other end of the shack with her hunting bow drawn. Fenris had expected something like this. She was not far away, only about three meters. Not more. Fenris just stood there calmly on the threshold and looked at her. A light night breeze came swirling into the shack and once again mussed his fur. Fenris was not moving, nor did the girl. He could smell her. Her smell was overwhelming. Fenris could have jumped at her immediately, so intense was his wish. But he needed to remain calm. Very cautiously he took a step forward. But with that the girl just drew the bow a bit more. With a soft creak and a light thump the door closed behind Fenris. With this silence around them it sounded as if this noise had echoed throughout the whole Hold. Fenris sniffed again. She was not afraid. Could it be that she was even a bit curious? After a short while, which seemed like ages, the girl let her bow sink down a little, then she said.
“Leave. I can’t help you.”
Slowly Fenris shook his head.
“Leave or I’ll have to hurt you.”
This time Fenris did a step forward.
“Stop right there. I won’t warn you again.”
He took another step. Within a second the girl had raised her bow again and let loose an arrow. With a moist sound the arrowhead dug into Fenris’ left shoulder, leaving a stain of red blood in his gray fur. He growled a bit under the pain, but else did nothing. He just kept standing where he was. Fortunately the arrowhead was not made out of silver. Fenris took another step toward the girl. She was only one meter away. If he had reached out with one hand he almost could have touched her. This time the girl did nothing but let Fenris come closer.
“What do you want?”, she asked. But Fenris was not able to respond. He was not able to speak in the beast form. Fenris took a last step and was now standing directly in front of her. He had to look down in order to look into her face. It was the first time he was so close to her. Her eyes were beautiful. A deep blue with the faintest hint of purple. Magical eyes. She looked back without any sign of fear. Her scent was so overwhelming now, he hardly couldn’t stand it anymore. This was his chance. He just had to grab her know. But somehow Fenris wasn’t sure about this anymore. She had let him come this close to her. There had to be a little trust, or at least some curiosity. Wouldn’t it be unfair if he ate her without any explanations? But this was his plan. To eat her and release her again. He would not dare to harm her. She was something special.
Carefully he lifted one of his mighty paws, while still looking into her eyes and she didn’t take hers off of his. He lifted his paw a little higher. Slowly and carefully Fenris let it wander toward her face. He then brushed her cheek lightly and so tenderly with only one of his long fingers. He then saw that his paws were bigger than her head. He really was a monster. Yet he couldn’t deny his wish. He still wanted to eat her. He wanted to send her to his stomach, wanted to fill his belly with her, wanted to be full. Saliva was accumulating in his mouth. The girl was still looking in his eyes, tolerating Fenris’ touch. The tension of her body and in her face ceased.
“Who are you?”, she whispered. Fenris closed his eyes.
Something in Fenris wanted to tell her the truth. Something in him just wanted to show her his real appearance, his human form. Something in him wanted to tell her how beautiful she was, how much he admired her. But that was not possible. His other wish was too deep, was too intense. The more he thought about it, the harder it became. He needed her. He really really needed her in this specific way. And so he made his choice. Fenris opened his eyes again and with that a deep and loud grumbling sound filled the shack. It was his stomach.
This time the girl reacted to slow. This time Fenris was faster. He quickly grabbed the huntress by closing both of his paws around her waist, pinning her arms to her body so that she could not use them anymore. He then opened his vast maw, the saliva that accumulated in there dripping from his teeth and tongue. A wolfish grin spread on Fenris’ face, while opening his mouth. In horror the girl stared into the deep darkness in front of her.
“No”, she said. “Noooo”. So quickly Fenris pushed himself over the girl, cutting off her scream, so that only a muffled sound could be heard from inside his mouth. With this first motion Fenris had shoved the girl in his maw up to her shoulders. It was a rather fierce shove, so that her head had been instantly pushed into the wolf’s throat. Fenris shivered in pleasure as he felt her entering his throat. Even if he was a bit harsh, he still intended not to harm her. The girl was struggling violently, trying to free herself, but the wolf was too strong for her, his grab tight and his hunger merciless. He wanted to feel more of her and so Fenris pushed even harder. The girl slid in deeper and was pushed forward. He then lifted her off the ground and stretched his neck, while the girl’s legs were kicking freely in the air. He let go off the girl and took a tremendous and loud gulp. With a jolt the girl’s middle section vanished into the monster’s maw. A second greedy and vast gulp caused the girl to slide in even deeper. Now only her legs were visible outside Fenris’ mouth. Even if he wanted to keep going, letting her slide into his stomach as quickly as possible, Fenris paused for a little while, just to enjoy her wild struggling inside his pulsating throat. He still could hear muffled cries, could hear the deep rumbling of his stomach and the moist sounds of his contracting throat. Fenris shivered in pleasure under all those things. Saliva was running down from his mouth, soaked by his fur as the liquid made its way down. The pain in his left shoulder he had completely forgotten. Fenris was breathing heavily, which almost sounded like snarling. After a short while he took another deep and clearly audible swallow and her legs disappeared in Fenris' mouth and he was now able to close it, sealing the girl in complete darkness. After that Fenris tilted his head back and stretched his neck, preparing for his final swallow. He closed his eyes and put one of his mighty paws around his greatly bulging neck. For the first time he could feel the strong movements deep in his throat with his hand. He growled in delight and pushed his hand around his neck with a little more pressure, making the feeling of the movements more intense and clearly. He took a deep breath and then he gulped. The huge bulge in his neck pressed against his paw and disappeared with an even motion in the depths of his body. Fenris was breathing heavily and growling in affection as he could feel the girl getting pressed into his stomach. Fenris’ stomach was not used to such quantities of food, so that it had to extend greatly in order to accommodate the girl. It was a painful pleasure for him as his belly stretched outwards and began bulging greatly. Fenris could watch as his stomach was getting filled with the girl. Finally the last of her was deposited in the belly. Proudly Fenris watched the great bulge in his belly. The girl was still struggling and moving heavily trying to get free, but this only made Fenris enjoy his meal even more. Exhausted Fenris laid down on the huntress’ strawbed and let the huge bulge in his belly stretch out between his legs. Fenris sighed deeply and his wolfish grin spread on his face. He used both of his paws to pat and stroke the still greatly moving bulge in his stomach, while he listened to the sounds of his belly. A constant gurgling emerged from there, combined with the muffled voice of the girl from time to time. Fenris sometimes could feel her hands pressing and pushing against the walls of his stomach. He wished that he could tell her how wonderful her movements felt. He also wished he could tell that everything would be alright, that she was save and that no harm would come to her, but he couldn’t. And for now it was good that he wasn’t able to talk to her.
After some time of enjoying the movements in his belly Fenris grew tired. And so he was lulled to sleep by the massage from inside his bulging and gurgling stomach. With his paws still resting on his huge stomach he finally fell asleep.
When Fenris woke the next day the heavy movements in his stomach had died down. He could only feel faint movements from time to time when the girl moved in her sleep. Apart from that he could feel her steady breathing when he concentrated on it. Fenris sat up in the bed and looked at the faintly moving bulge in his belly. He wished he could keep her there. It felt so great, so comfortable to have her in there. He could protect her in there forever. But she didn’t need to be protected. She was a tough girl. He knew that he couldn’t keep her. Fenris recalled the events of last night. He had done what he had come for. He had been fierce. He had needed only a few strong gulps to let her slide down his throat and send her to his stomach. Even if he had been fierce he did not harm her. It was just the overwhelming lust that made him devour her that fast. It was worth it, but now he had to leave. He patted the swell in his belly for one last time then he let her go. When Fenris had released the girl and his belly was flat again, he laid her on her bed. There he watched her for a while, as she was breathing evenly in her sleep. She really was beautiful.
Suddenly the girls’ eyes opened. Fenris froze and stared at her and didn’t know what to do. She just laid there calmly and looked back at him, directly in his eyes. Quickly Fenris turned around and headed for the door. He pushed it open and escaped in the fresh morning air. He had to go. It didn’t take him long and he had vanished into the woods.
The girl was running to the door, her clothes and her hair still wet from saliva. When she had arrived outside she was looking around searching for the werewolf, but the beast was nowhere to be seen.
“Wait”, the girl whispered and a cool breeze of morning air brushed her skin.