Astraea was always an abnormal girl who preferred her own solitude. So when the opportunity arose for her to become the caretaker of a large forest near the sea she immediately accepted the offer. Although she knew this forest was feared by most due to wolves that called the lush dense emerald forest home, but Astraea had always loved wolves believing there was something magical about the fierce creatures. So the knowledge of the wolves presence only added to her excitement. In the center of this forest was a clearing with a little stone house. This is where Astraea would live. The forest around her little home was so dense that the sun only shown through the trees for two hours a day casting an enchanting golden green glow over the area. But Astraea didn't mind how little sunlight she saw, this place was perfect for her just the way it was, little did she know there was something missing in her beautiful little patch of the world and she was about to find out what It was.
One night about a year after Astraea moved to her quite little home. She sat in her cozy little house wearing a simple t-shirt with panties. Astraea was lost in the moment painting and enjoying the sound of the crackling fire that shone brightly from the fireplace. She had been painting for a few hours, When she began to hear howling. It sounded as though it was right outside of her door. But unlike most people who had held this job before she was unaffected by the wolves, that she know were just on the other side of her thin wooden door. It wasn't until she heard a loud knock on her door that Astraea even looked up from the canvas she had been painting. At first she thought it had to just be one of the wolves trying to get in but then the knock came again more frantic this time.
Getting up she moved towards the door calling out " is someone there". To her complete dismay a voice answered" please let me in I've already been attacked by these creatures once I would like not to be attacked again". At this Astraea threw open the door to reveal a large handsomely disheveled man. At first glance she could tell he was quite muscular with beautiful blue eyes and dark shaggy hair. The man standing before her wore black leather boots a pair of dirty torn up jeans and what was left of a black tshirt that had been ripped to pieces.
He stumbled in past her falling down on love seat that was placed against one wall. As she followed in amazement the man ordered her to go get water and towels. With out hesitation Astraea immediately ran and did as she was told. Once Astraea came back she noticed that he had taken off the shreds that remained of his shirt. As she got closer to him she saw that he had four long jagged cuts down his chest. she fell to her knees in front of him and began dressing his wounds. Once Astraea was done bandaging his wounds. the man spoke in a low growl " thank you little one, my name is Ragnar and you belong to me now " a smirk crossed his gorgeous chiseled face. His blue eyes flashed black.
Before Astraea could react Ragnar wrapped his large hand tightly around her throat. Standing up he forced her towards the bed that was placed against the other wall. With one fluid movement he grabbed his knife from his waist and cut away her clothes. The shreds of her T-shirt and panties fell to the floor. Ragnar threw her back onto the bed. Before she had even blinked he began to tie her to the four posts of the bed frame. It was in this instance she realized that he was moving with inhuman speed. Astraea froze taking a second to really look at her capture. She noticed for the first time that some of his teeth were pointed and the the pupil of his beautiful blue eyes were much to narrow to be human as the reality of this sunk in she's gasped. Astraea
heard a deep chuckle from beside her. Gazing up to meet his beautiful blue eyes. Ragnar smirked down at Astraea's look of understanding " your finally realizing what I am little one, you humans truly are slow ". Ragnar stepped out of view before Astraea had time to respond.Astraea began to pull at her binds trying to see where he went. In a small shaking unsure voice Astraea asked "your the wolf I heard outside aren't you?". Ragnar stepped back into her view completely naked now " very good little one. I am one of the wolves." He began to run his hand along the soft flesh of Astraea's breasts. "I've been watching you for so long, just waiting for the perfect opportunity to mark you as mine. Finally everything has lined up." Ragnar's hands continued down Astraea's naked body. A deep low growl emanated from Ragnar "After tonight you will belong to me for the rest of your existence".
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My Wolf Man
WerewolfThis is an adult fantasy story containing forced intercourse. This story takes place between an adult woman and a beast man