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Wandering the woods is always a risky endeavor. But even more so around this time of year. A werewolf in heat is a beast that is not to be trifled with. But I'm sure our brave (stupid) monster hunter will be fine. He's brought his rifle and a belt of silver bullets after all. Hopefully he doesn't lose them~ enjoy the story~

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The tradition of monster hunting had long been considered a hobby for fools or scammers. Asking for pay to hunt beings that didn't exist. Unfortunately the legacy of old hunters were a stubborn lot. Despite monsters moving into hiding and no longer interacting with humanity. The hunters raised their children and their children's children to hunt instead of leaving well enough alone. And today another such hunter had been hearing rumors of an abnormal howling in the woods. A werewolf no doubt he thought to himself as he loaded some silver bullets into his gun. Overly confident in his minimal preparations as he bid his father well and set off into the woods.

He had always been fascinated by his grandfather's stories of monster hunting. The dangers of it. And the vast riches villages would give to hunters for dealing with monster problems. But nowadays things were different. Nobody even believed in monsters anymore. And practically no one was willing to pay for his family tradition. But he has an idea. All he would need is a werewolf corpse. He would bring it to town and show everyone. Show the world that monsters were real and his profession was necessary. The scientific community would praise him. The world would thank him for showing the true nature of things. So what if werewolves were no longer a threat to villages the same way they used to be. He had a legacy to maintain after all. Heading into the woods with his rifle in hand. It would be the last anyone heard of him for the next month.

The woods were quiet. Eerily so as he stepped along the forest floor. Not a even the sounds of birds chirping as he delved further and further. Making his presence known as he stepped on a branch in that suffocating silence. He couldn't help but think on the things he'd learned. The dark forest theory in particular came across his mind. The idea that when the forest is quiet. That means the animals are all hiding themselves to not be heard by a larger entity. Or predators hiding themselves from the prey. for a moment he saw a flash of movement in the nearby brush. Pointing his gun in that direction of the movement. Looking for the signs of a werewolf to fire.

Yet there was still nothing. No sounds, no movement. Staring at the brush with sweat forming on his forehead. Was he scared? No. He was from a long proud line of hunters. A werewolf didn't scare him he thought. Looking up to that moonlit sky. A full moon. When werewolves were at their most dangerous. Suddenly he could feel dread creeping down his spine as there was finally a sound from directly behind him. Spinning around and aiming with panic in his voice. Yet once again there was nothing. Nothing save the feeling of being watched. Stalked through the woods as he kept his gun drawn. Pointing it every which way as he finally heard something more direct

“I can smell your fear hunter~ I know who you are~ and I know you're an idiot for coming here tonight~”

Says a voice from the woods. Hidden by the trees. He points his gun in the voices direction. Scared and vulnerable. It was then he saw a movement and in his fear he immediately fired his rifle. But instead of shooting true. His gun jammed. Unable to fire a shot. In the blink of an eye the wolfess jumped out of the shrubs and grabbed the gun out of his hands. Breaking it in half with her fangs as she stared at him. Eyes gleaming with the instincts of a real hunter finding its prey.

“Have you hunters forgotten the cycles of werewolves or did you just have a death wish coming here during mating season~? Not that it matters~ I'll at least thank you for saving me the trouble of tracking down a mate~”

She says with lust dripping off her words. Staring at her new sex toy until the end of mating season who idiotically walked into her den during a great time of need. He was frozen in place as she spoke. Fear controlling him as he realized the gravity of his ego. And eventually. His natural instincts forced him to run away from Ingrid. Deeper into the woods as she smirked.

“I love it when they run~ so much more fun this way~”

She says. Giving him a few seconds headstart before bolting after him. Her inhuman speed closing the distance rapidly. It wasn't long before he felt sharp claws across his leg. Wounding him before she retreated back into the woods. Wearing down her prey as she watched him begin to limp forward. Claw marks bleeding that beautiful crimson as she watched and waited. Him running carelessly and without thought before he stepped in a snare that she'd set up earlier. Quickly pulling him up and hitting his head against the tree in the process. Giving him a concussion as he passed out…

He faded in and out of consciousness. Seeing brief glimpses of the wolfess picking him off the ground and carrying him over her shoulder before blacking out again. When he came to he could feel himself getting tied up. Blinking in and out again as he saw the now fully naked huntress doing the ropes. Making sure he wouldn't attempt to escape until she was satisfied.

“You're a lucky idiot~ normally I would kill a nosy little hunter like you for poking your nose around here~ but lucky you I still haven't gained a mate yet this year~ so you get to live~ at least until I'm satisfied~”

Though he was barely capable of thought in his state he knew staying here would be dangerous. He had to do something. He still had one hand free and in a split second decision he reached down and grabbed a silver bullet from his belt. Swinging it at her and pressing it into her side as she flinched slightly. Burned by the metal but not enough to get her off as he grabbed his arm tight and stared into his eyes. Helping him push that silver harder into her skin as she smirked sadistically

“Did you really think this little rock would be enough to save you~? Fuck it's hot just how absolutely pathetic you are~ now be a good little bitch and scream for me~ I want to watch the hope fade from your eyes as you realize nobody is coming~”

She says as her free hand mercilessly grinds against her clit. Her sexual fluids dripping onto his clothes as he looked up at this tall wolf woman who was going to break him both physically and mentally until he accepted his fate as her fucktoy. Finally she forced him to let go of the silver and pinned his arm to the wall. Grinning as she stopped masturbating just long enough to finish tying him up. No matter how much he struggled. He wasn't breaking out until she allowed it~ only able to watch as she slowly tore off his clothes. Her claws dragging down his chest to tear his shirt to ribbons. Doing the same with his belt before going down and biting his jeans near his cock before pulling back. Ripping them off in a single fluid motion. Leaving him in nothing but his underwear. Tied up for the werewolves pleasure.

“Are you scared~? You should be~ not just because I'm going to beat you~ not just because you'll be my plaything~ not even just because I'm going to make you forget the scent of anything but me~ but because by the time I'm done with you~ you'll either become a masochist or too traumatized to fuck another woman ever again~”

Despite her threats and the inherent fear of the situation. Watching this athletic naked woman tear his clothes off he couldn't help himself from getting hard. Underwear bulging as precum made a mess. All while Ingrid laughed at how pathetic he was. Reaching down and using a single claw to tear those off too.

“Getting hard in the face of becoming my bitch~? Maybe you're already a masochist~ in that case slut~ I'll make sure the next month is both painful and pleasurable~ oh~ and my name is Ingrid~ I'd say call me master~ but once I'm done you won't be able to speak anyway~”

She says as she gets on his lap. Grinding her soaking wet pussy against his throbbing hard cock. Draping her arms across his shoulders before getting impatient and raising her hips before slamming back down on him. Taking his entire member in a single motion. Her hips slamming down hard enough to bruise as she laughed once more.

“Is this as big as you get? Ugh. Such a useless mate~ you're lucky I enjoy just how worthless you are~ now scream loud for me~ scream until your voice breaks~”

She says before dragging her claws across his back. Searing pain racing up his spine as he does what she says and begins to beg for help. Shouting to the woods as she begins bouncing her hips. Each crash of her hips bringing almost as much pain as it did pleasure. With her not bothering to be even a little bit gentle as she moans softly. Growing more hot and sweaty with each passing second. The scent of her body finally reaching him as he was forced to breathe in her scent. It was natural and earthy. The scent of the woods mixed with the scent of femininity. And before he knew it she had grabbed the back of his head and pulled him in between her breasts. Moaning softly

“That's it~ breathe deep slut~ get nice and familiar with my scent~ because it's the only one you'll get to experience for the next few weeks~”

She says as she forcefully grinds his face between her sweaty chest. Laughing at him while enjoying his pathetic struggles for air as he nearly suffocated on her scent. A scent that was only going to get more and more intense as mating season continued. Seeing as she would be too busy breaking him to shower~ and so she continued riding him like that for several hours. He had cum several times though she pulled off of him every time. Not giving him the satisfaction of breeding her. If she was going to get bred it would be by someone less pathetic after all~ however after all those hours she was still nowhere near satisfied as she realized dawn was approaching.

“Going all night and you couldn't make me cum once? You might just be the most pathetic human I've ever had as a mate~ maybe I should just keep you forever~ Break you into my little bitch so next year you can try to satisfy both me and my new mate~ but I suppose we can continue tomorrow~ for now I need to sleep~ don't disappoint me tomorrow slut~”

She says as she pulls off of him. Smirking teasingly as she looks around the room and has an idea. Grabbing one of her sweat soaked gym socks from off the floor and shoving it in his mouth. Forcing him to taste her intense sweat before grabbing a used pair of panties and strapping it to his face so he couldn't escape her musk.

“Now those are clothes befitting my bitch~ now get some rest for tomorrow night. You don't want to disappoint me twice in a row~”

She says before hopping onto a bed in the room and quickly falling asleep. Her mate desperately attempting to struggle out of his bindings but getting nowhere as he was forced to breathe her scent. Struggles slowly fading as he realized just how exhausted he was. Drowsiness hitting like a wave now that she wasn't there and the adrenaline had faded. He tried desperately to stay awake. Almost more afraid of what he'd have to do tomorrow. But regardless of what he wanted. He would pass out in an instant. Blacking out to the snoring of his owner and her sweat soaking his scent and taste.

When he woke his new owner was missing and the feminine scent of his owners panties had made him hard again. Looking around the room to find anything to escape with his master now missing. He finally was in a state to properly observe his surroundings. Looking around to see that he was in some kind of hunting cabin. Though unfortunately for him there was no guns or knives to speak of. The huntress not needing such things due to her form. With a spot seemingly designed to bloodlet the catches. Fearful of whether that would happen to him when he finished. He instinctively struggled once more and to his surprise the ropes slowly started to come loose. Perhaps all his efforts from yesterday loosened it he thought as he struggled more and more until he was free. Free at last. A way back to civilization he thought. Weakly walking along and trying to be quiet so she couldn't find her prey as he opened the door and left. Too weak to run.

Of course he never stopped to think about why Ingrid was gone. He never thought about why his bindings were loose. And he never considered that the wolfess already had his scent as he limped through the woods. The wolfess stalking her prey from a distance. Today was her lesson about the consequences of trying to escape~ trailing him through the woods and waiting for him to feel sufficiently safe. Stalking him until he stopped to rest in a small clearing. Watching him catch his breath before making her way closer. And before he could even catch a glimpse of her he could feel himself getting thrown to the ground. The wolfess grabbing him by the legs and throwing him directly into the nearby tree. Breaking his back as he collapsed to the ground. In too much pain to even scream.

“Needing all that help to escape and not even able to put up a fight~ does it hurt knowing how utterly useless you are~? Now I'm in a bad mood thanks to you~”

She says before harshly stomping on his chest. Forcing the air out of his lungs as she looks down on him. Grinding her paw into his chest as she growls. Rubbing her sweat across his chest to mark him as her territory.

“how did such a worthless human become a hunter in the first place~ or maybe you're just some dumb kid trying to show the world the truth~ but either way you made me work up a sweat~ so now you're going to clean it~”

She says. Spitting on his face before stomping on it with her other paw. Painfully hitting the back of his head against the forest floor as she grinds her sweaty paw into his face to smear her spit around as she waits for him to do his job.

“Start licking now or else I'm going to start breaking your ribs one by one~”

Despite his weakness and inability to breathe with her suffocating scent. He didn't have much of a choice as he slowly started dragging his tongue against her pawpad. Drinking the sweat off of it like a desperate slut as his body screamed in agony. The salty taste corrupting his mind as she kept him pinned down with her paws.

“That's a good little bitch~ even if you're a failure of a human being~ you at least make a good sweatrag~ now we're going back home~ but first let me make sure you don't try this again~”

She says. Finally getting off of him. A brief few seconds of peace before she grabs him by the shin. Picking him up and dangling him upside down in front of her. Face directly lined up with her hot wet musky pussy before she bites his leg. Puncturing the skin and making it even harder to run than before as fresh blood trails down his leg. She smirks as she opens her mouth around his balls. Dragging her fangs across them and threatening to bite before dropping him back down and dragging him back home. Uncaring of how painful it must be as his broken body hit every rock along the way. One of them eventually hitting his head and once again knocking him unconscious.

When he awoke he was tied up again. Though thankfully in a softer position. Tied up on top of her mattress. Body broken far to much to struggle.

“Oh good~ you're awake~ I didn't want you to drown just yet~”

Before he can even consider what she meant his jaw is forced open as a strange purple liquid is forced down his throat. Unable to do anything else but drink it for fear of drowning and consequences. The liquid was bitter like medicine. And she didn't stop until he had drank the entire bottle. Immediately after drinking it his back started to feel slightly better as his body seemed to partially fix itself

“Normally I wouldn't waste a healing potion on a useless toy like you~ but if you break before mating season is over then I'll have to find another mate. And I don't have the patience for that~ now~ hope you know how to hold your breath~ if you pass out I'm not helping you~”

She says as she eagerly climbs onto the bed. Not giving him a chance to breathe before her wet pussy is hovering above his face. Shaking it side to side as her juices dripped onto his face. It then came to his mind that she said she didn't want him to die YET. Wondering if this would be it before she moved forward to show off her toned sweat soaked ass. And without warning slammed down on his face with a large painful impact that nearly broke his neck. His nose forced up against the wolfs musky winking asshole while his mouth was smothered by that wet pussy.

“Lick bitch~ if you don't make me cum then I'll bite off your balls so you'll never cum again~ so move that worthless tongue already~”

She says as she pushes down on his face. Pressing his nose tight against her asshole and making sure he couldn't breathe from his mouth. Forced to breathe in her musky asshole. Sweat dripping down onto his face as her unwashed scent completely overwhelmed his senses. Breaking his willpower further before he reluctantly began to lick her pussy. Her feminine lust coating his tongue as she smirks. She didn't actually intend to do that. After all, as useless as he was, he was completely worthless to her without it. She would probably break a few bones though.

“That's more like it~ be a good little slut and lick deeper~ make up for your pathetic performance yesterday~”

He didn't have much of a choice but to obey as he forced his tongue inside her cunt. With her moaning as she grinded and bounced on his face. He would be drowning in her lust if it weren't for the fact he could breathe through his nose. Forced to take in more and more of her musk. Slowly forgetting what the taste of fresh air was like as she brutalized his senses. Nearly forcing him to lick deeper. Forced to pleasure the woman who had broken him mentally and physically as he continued to lick her for nearly an hour. It was hard to please a werewolf after all. But eventually he was finally able to feel her getting close. Pussy starting to tighten around his tongue as she moaned.

“That's it bitch~ now drink it all up~ my pussy better be spotless~ got it~ mmnnm~ here it comes~ fuck~”

She said as she came. Hot sticky fluids coating his face as he desperately worked to drink up as much as he could. Scared of her punishment as he drank so fast he nearly choked. But thankfully he managed it in the end. Her pussy was spotless. And he was safe as she leaned back. Satisfied by his performance.

“That's a good little bitch~ mmmmmm~ nearly dawn again~ you really were passed out for awhile~ we'll have to make up for lost time tomorrow now won't we~”

She says as she lets out a yawn. Not getting up as she grabs a large pillow and places it on the headboard. Planning on sleeping just like this.

“Goodnight slut~ I'll be working you twice as hard tomorrow~”

He wanted to struggle. To scream. To beg. But muffled by her pussy there was nothing he could do as he felt her slowly falling asleep. And as his adrenaline faded and her musk suffocating him too much to stay awake. He realized that this would be his new life until she decided otherwise. Passing out underneath her. And having wet nightmares about his new future~

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The month was long and arduous. He thought that he had a chance to be free when the moon got weaker and so did her confidence. Begging her to let him go in that state. But even in a state of shyness her heat was stronger. Only leading to her apologizing before using his body. And her being a boy gentler for a bit. Near the end of mating season the moon was full again. And she told him

“Normally I use a little concoction to help people forget before tossing them back to civilization. But a hunter~? No~ I want you to remember~ I want you to experience that fear forever~ not like anyone will ever believe you~”

Those were the last words he heard before being knocked out and left at the edge of the woods. Being found shortly after with so many injuries the doctors couldn't believe how he survived. He's since given up the monster hunting tradition. Too scared of her to continue. Having recurring nightmares of her taking him back.

A year has passed since then. And he's finally started to recover. Maybe the doctors were right. It was just some strange dream caused by hallucinogens in the woods after a wolf attack. He looked out of his window into the night sky. Up at that beautiful full moon before noticing something in his apartment. A patch of fur on the window. Taking a close look at it before he felt something behind him. Hot, large, and with a much too familiar musk.

“Hello there bitch~ it's that time of year again~ masters been missing you all this time~”

He tried to scream but was knocked out before he could. Ingrid smirking as she slung him over her shoulder and opened the window. She was particularly needy this year. So maybe she'd need two mates~