Page 37 of Feral Werewolves

I sprinted off into the night, as fast as I could, past clumps of wolves who were waiting in the shadows.

As I predicted, wolves came after me.

Ten or twelve of them, in fact, started behind me.

But as the other tithes appeared, lots of them changed their attention, running back for those women. I glanced over my shoulder to see that my running had caused somekind of chaotic pandemonium, all of the wolves running and tackling tithes to the ground, tithes screaming and running away in all directions.

I couldn’t stay to watch, though.

I kept running.

Now, I was only pursued by four wolves, but soon it became only two.

They tackled me as I was hurrying down a hill. I was naked, panting, heart pounding in my chest.

They pressed me into the grass and took turns covering me with their bodies, rubbing their prominent erections all over me.

I tensed, waiting for it to happen. I’d leave once they were done with me.

But they both stuck their noses in my pussy, smelling it, and they recoiled.

They were off me.

I got to my feet and started running again.

This seemed to inflame the wolves. They leaped on me, tearing me down the ground, claws and teeth in me. I gasped at the sensation, which I felt in my clit. It burst and I had a fucking orgasm as the wounds healed up.

The wolves both licked me, licked my pussy, licked my belly, but they didn’t seem to like the taste of me, and they recoiled again.

Shaking, the orgasm aftermath still affecting me, I gingerly got to my feet.

They growled at me.

I put up both of my hands. “I have mates,” I said.

They hung their heads.

One of them lay down on the ground, licking his paws, almost pouting.

The other turned and loped off, back to the fray where the other tithes were cavorting.

I started to back away from the remaining wolf.

He didn’t make a move to come after me.

Wary, I kept backing away for a while. Eventually, pretty sure that he wasn’t going to follow me, I turned my back onhim and started walking.

I walked for a while, through the chilly autumn darkness, the world illuminated by the bright moon overhead in the sky. As I walked, I began to recognize where I was. I ended up on an old road, the blacktop cracked and weathered, weeds growing up through it. I saw a house that I’d seen from another angle, and I knew I was getting close to the farmhouse where my mates lived.

To my new home,I thought, trepidation in my belly.

Still, the thought of seeing them buoyed me up and I picked up the pace.

I rounded a bend, went over a hill, and there it was.

The farmhouse was white, two stories, with a little porch on the front. There was a vegetable garden to one side, and a chicken coop in the back. It looked cozy and inviting. There was smoke coming out of the chimney.

My new home,I thought again, but it was nice this time.

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