THE BEAST IN ME

I shivered in the darkness, the air stale, damp and cold making goosebumps appear on my bare skin.

The low rumbles and huffs which were coming from behind made me a little scared, and I knew the beast was still there, watching me with interest.

I knew screaming and calling for help was futile since my voice was already hoarse for trying to scream the past few hours, but the only thing to be heard wss my echo, and the snarl that followed next.

I heard it shift and felt it's soft fur brush against my naked body and skin. I swallowed hard and held in my voice.

The more it leaned in, the more my heart beat wildly, and I tried to move away from it.

It's warm breath brushed against my cold skin making me shiver in response. I couldn't see shit but I had an idea what it wanted. I kept resisting but it was much stronger than I was, easily able to pull my thin legs apart.

It showed it's dominance as a way to make me submit. I knew I wasn't strong enough to fight or escape it, but that didn't mean I was going to willingly do what the beast said, at least at that minute.

But everything changed when I felt it's big head dip between my legs, easily parting them to the extreme, and a rough, yet soft tongue, thrust in my opening. I couldn't help the moan that left my lips.

The tongue was long, rough, and filled me to the brim, and that's when I knew I was in shit.

The beast wanted to breed with me.