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I could hear sounds outside of the hut, but I wasn't sure what they were. Were they just sounds of the everyday routine? Or were those wolves preparing for a feast? One on which I would be the main dish? The thought made me sob. Whatever they were up to, I hoped they would do it fast. There was no bigger torture then the waiting.
Finally, the door opened again, framed by the sunlight stood a wolf. But it wasn't the hunter who had caught me. The silhouette was female and as the door was closed again, I could see the young lady better. She had thick, light grey fur and long dark hair. Some feathers were bound into the wisps. Aside from some bracelets she was completely nude. Why was that so I wondered? Then I noticed the bows she was carrying. I knew enough about other tribes to know that those were filled with paint or something like that; some tribes used it for preparations for rituals. Did they want to perform some ritualized hunt with me as their prey?
The female must have read my thoughts, or noticed my scared expression: "Shhh, don't worry." she comforted me as she kneeled down next to me. Laying out the bowls next to me, she offered me a water skin pulled from her hip. I was so thirsty and was not going to turn down her offer. I opened my mouth eagerly to her skin. Upon the first gulp I released it was not water, but rather something sweet with a hint of spiced flavor. I wanted to spit it out not knowing what it was, but my thirst and the delightful taste overcame that impulse, as I accepted the few gulps from her skin.
Gasping for air upon finishing, the unknown contents settling in my stomach made me fill warm and fussy. A moment later she placed a bowl of incents not far away, the heavy fragrance of the rare herb soon filling the hut. I never before smelled such a fragrance, where did they get that from? I thought, but a moment later, I wondered about something else. Why was she untying me? Not that I was complaining about it, the ropes had started to dig into my flesh and my muscles were thankful that they could move freely again.
Still worried sick, I remained in place, not daring to move much. The female made it clear that she preferred it that way, now kneeling aside me, she leaned over, halfway pinning me down as her fingers sank into the paint the other bowls contained. I watched closely, my heart beating fast, as her fingers came near me, finally drawing a thin, blue line along my right arm. The line grew longer and longer, wandering over my shoulder, then my chest. She took more color, continuing her way through the valley between my breasts and further down until she drew a small spiral onto my abdomen. The same mark soon covered my left side. Then red color marked my neck and muzzle, green my thighs and groin. I shivered as I felt her touch me with that cool color. It was strange, but not unpleasant.
The she-wolf then cleaned her fingers in the water and put them into another bowl. What appeared to contained oil of some kind? I looked more curious than scared now, what was that for. I immediately knew when she shoved my legs apart with surprising strength. Her action allowed no resistance and I did as she pleased. The touch of her slender fingers, covered with the oil made me moan, a sound I couldn't prevent from escaping from my lips. The tip of her finger encircled my clit and I trembled in excitement, looking up at her, admiring her beautiful blue eyes. She smiled back at me, apparently she enjoyed doing this. More oil came, coating my inner thighs, before her fingers brushed up and down my labia, the slick wetness almost driving me wild. Why was I so excited? I should have felt scared, but I all could do was pant and watch into that beautiful predatory face. I told myself that it was just the oil that was making me wet but I know that this wasn't the case, in fact, I was getting wet and hot all of my own. As her fingers parted my folds, I almost begged her to push her tongue into me, or her finger, more than one finger! I felt needy, and I knew that there was no reason left to hide it.
But then, suddenly, the female got back up, turning, her shapely behind swaying as she walked out of the hut, leaving me behind light headed, hot and aroused.
To be continued...
I could hear sounds outside of the hut, but I wasn't sure what they were. Were they just sounds of the everyday routine? Or were those wolves preparing for a feast? One on which I would be the main dish? The thought made me sob. Whatever they were up to, I hoped they would do it fast. There was no bigger torture then the waiting.
Finally, the door opened again, framed by the sunlight stood a wolf. But it wasn't the hunter who had caught me. The silhouette was female and as the door was closed again, I could see the young lady better. She had thick, light grey fur and long dark hair. Some feathers were bound into the wisps. Aside from some bracelets she was completely nude. Why was that so I wondered? Then I noticed the bows she was carrying. I knew enough about other tribes to know that those were filled with paint or something like that; some tribes used it for preparations for rituals. Did they want to perform some ritualized hunt with me as their prey?
The female must have read my thoughts, or noticed my scared expression: "Shhh, don't worry." she comforted me as she kneeled down next to me. Laying out the bowls next to me, she offered me a water skin pulled from her hip. I was so thirsty and was not going to turn down her offer. I opened my mouth eagerly to her skin. Upon the first gulp I released it was not water, but rather something sweet with a hint of spiced flavor. I wanted to spit it out not knowing what it was, but my thirst and the delightful taste overcame that impulse, as I accepted the few gulps from her skin.
Gasping for air upon finishing, the unknown contents settling in my stomach made me fill warm and fussy. A moment later she placed a bowl of incents not far away, the heavy fragrance of the rare herb soon filling the hut. I never before smelled such a fragrance, where did they get that from? I thought, but a moment later, I wondered about something else. Why was she untying me? Not that I was complaining about it, the ropes had started to dig into my flesh and my muscles were thankful that they could move freely again.
Still worried sick, I remained in place, not daring to move much. The female made it clear that she preferred it that way, now kneeling aside me, she leaned over, halfway pinning me down as her fingers sank into the paint the other bowls contained. I watched closely, my heart beating fast, as her fingers came near me, finally drawing a thin, blue line along my right arm. The line grew longer and longer, wandering over my shoulder, then my chest. She took more color, continuing her way through the valley between my breasts and further down until she drew a small spiral onto my abdomen. The same mark soon covered my left side. Then red color marked my neck and muzzle, green my thighs and groin. I shivered as I felt her touch me with that cool color. It was strange, but not unpleasant.
The she-wolf then cleaned her fingers in the water and put them into another bowl. What appeared to contained oil of some kind? I looked more curious than scared now, what was that for. I immediately knew when she shoved my legs apart with surprising strength. Her action allowed no resistance and I did as she pleased. The touch of her slender fingers, covered with the oil made me moan, a sound I couldn't prevent from escaping from my lips. The tip of her finger encircled my clit and I trembled in excitement, looking up at her, admiring her beautiful blue eyes. She smiled back at me, apparently she enjoyed doing this. More oil came, coating my inner thighs, before her fingers brushed up and down my labia, the slick wetness almost driving me wild. Why was I so excited? I should have felt scared, but I all could do was pant and watch into that beautiful predatory face. I told myself that it was just the oil that was making me wet but I know that this wasn't the case, in fact, I was getting wet and hot all of my own. As her fingers parted my folds, I almost begged her to push her tongue into me, or her finger, more than one finger! I felt needy, and I knew that there was no reason left to hide it.
But then, suddenly, the female got back up, turning, her shapely behind swaying as she walked out of the hut, leaving me behind light headed, hot and aroused.
To be continued...
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