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  Taken by the Werewolf

  By

  Adrian Blue

  © Copyright 2016, Adrian Blue, All Rights Reserved

  Chapter One

  Ella turned up the radio and sang along, as the city faded in her rearview mirror. It was so nice to get away from the smog and crowds. And her crappy job. Even if it was just for a few days. She smiled at the October sunshine that spilled through the sunroof.

  Her aunt’s farm was just over an hour outside the city limits, located in a little unincorporated township. It was a collection of farms and ranches surrounded by thick forest. Everyone there knew each other and no one bothered to lock their doors. Ella’s mother thought it was weird, but Ella had always found it charming.

  When her aunt said she was going out of town for a state fair, Ella jumped at the chance to see the farm again. It had been years since she had made it out to the old farmhouse. She immediately volunteered to spend the long weekend at her aunt’s place, keeping an eye on the animals and enjoying the peace and quiet.

  Ella followed the highway for as long as she could, before turning off on a smaller state road. The two lanes steadily climbed, as she entered the hills. Trees rose all around her, growing thicker with each mile. By the time she saw the sign for the town, she was deep in the woods.

  A small general store sat back from the road a little ways. It was the only place to shop within ten miles. The town was a gas stop along a rarely used road, so there was little need for a huge place. It was really more of a shack with a few rusty signs. As she pulled into the parking lot, the owner waved from his chair on the dilapidated porch.

  Ella climbed out and smiled. “Hello, again.”

  The old man who owned the store gave her a gap-toothed grin. “Well, lookee there! It’s Missy’s little niece. How you been, girl?”

  Ella shrugged, locking her car. “Fine. You?”

  “Good, good! What can I get for you?”

  Ella glanced past him at the door and frowned thoughtfully. “I’m here all weekend, so I just need enough to get through until Monday.”

  “Oh, I get you. Come on in!”

  Ella followed the owner into the store. It was slightly cooler out of the evening sunshine. She stood at the counter, eyeing the containers of fishing worms while he wandered the aisles and muttered to himself. When he came back to the counter, he had a loaf of bread, peanut butter, and a jar of homemade jelly.

  Ella smiled. “Provisions,” she said sagely.

  He nodded. “You go on now. It’s going to be dark soon.”

  Ella started to reach into her pocket for money, but he waved her off. “Scoot, little girl. You get on to Missy’s before nightfall.”

  He gave her a stern look, until she laughed and gathered the food in her arms. Ella walked out to her car and dumped it into the passenger seat. She looked up at the sound of a car door slamming. An old Mustang sat at the edge of the parking lot. It was a nice car, but the guy walking away from it was mouth-watering.

  She scanned his long legs and muscular build as he walked toward her with his head down. His jeans were faded and tattered and tucked into worn boots. His fitted, white t-shirt hugged his impressive biceps and outlined the powerful muscles of his chest and abdomen.

  Ella mentally sighed. He was definitely too old for her. From the touch of gray at his temples, he was at least mid-thirties. Her mother would throw a fit. At only a month past eighteen, Ella had always had a bit of a thing for older guys. She had never acted on it, but they totally did it for her. Ella caught a whiff of some kind of musky cologne from him before the wind changed directions.

  The man’s head jerked toward her so fast she was worried he had hurt himself. His eyes burned into her, the strangest yellow color she had ever seen. His gaze moved over her and his nostrils flared. Ella’s breath caught, feeling hot at the thought that he was smelling her.

  She mentally shook herself. He was just smelling her perfume. There was no way he could smell the affect he was having on her panties. That was just insane. The door to the store slammed, jerking the two of them out of the charged moment.

  The man gave her one last piercing look and climbed the stairs to the store. The owner stood out on the porch, eyeing the two of them. He frowned at the man as he passed. Once he was out of sight, the store owner turned an unreadable look on her.

  “Don’t go out after dark,” he said. “We’ve had some coyote issues lately. They’ve been dragging off calves.”

  Ella frowned. “Okay…”

  “I mean it. It’s dangerous at night.”

  The old man was acting oddly. He seemed jumpy. Ella nodded and opened her car door.

  “Straight to Missy’s,” he ordered.

  “Okay.” She started to get in the car and paused. “Who was that guy? I don’t recognize him.”

  The old man stared at her, quiet long enough she almost gave up on an answer. Finally, he said, “New in town. Inherited the farm south of your aunt’s.”

  “Peterson?” she asked, already calculating the possibility of trying to take over cookies.

  “That’s the one,” the old man said flatly. He glanced up at the sky and frowned. “Get on to your aunt’s now.”

  Ella frowned at his behavior, but climbed into her car and started the engine. As she drove out of the parking lot, she sent a longing glance toward the Mustang. Would it be weird to just pop up at the neighbor’s place with a plate of cookies? She should have gotten his number. Ella sighed, as the general store shrank in her rearview mirror.

  She followed a dirt road away from the general store, deeper into the forest. The road forked several times, each time becoming rougher and less traveled. Finally, she turned into her aunt’s driveway. The narrow, bumpy lane sloped down into a small meadow, surrounding on all sides by thick forest.

  Her aunt’s home sat in the middle of the grassy area with a barn behind it. Ella smiled at the quaint farm as she drove down the rough driveway. The meadow was still covered in sunlight, but it was fading as the sun sank below the tree line. She had a lot of work to do before dark.

  Ella parked in front of the house and took her small suitcase and food to the porch. She left it there to walk down to the barn. The pasture behind the house held a handful of cows and goats and a set of draft horses milled around the barn door. It was obviously past their dinner time.

  Ella hurried to let them in. They immediately went to their stalls, sniffing at the empty feed buckets and giving her annoyed looks. She huffed a laugh and went to get their grain. After feeding the two of them and making sure they were settled for the night, she went out to corral the other animals into the other half of the barn.

  When she visited a few years ago, only the promise of treats would get them in the barn. Now, they seemed happy to go, even eager. Ella shook her head at their change in behavior. As she walked over to close the large barn doors, she scanned the group. There were fewer goats than there had been and a cow was missing.

  Her aunt must have sold them. Ella closed and secured the large doors from the inside and walked out the smaller door on the house side of the barn. It was deep into dusk and most of the meadow was already in shadow. A full moon was just visible above the eastern tree line.

  Ella jogged the rest of the distance to the house and let herself in.

  Chapter Two

  The peanut butter and jelly sandwich supplies turned out to be unnecessary, as her aunt had left a large casserole in the refrigerator for her. Ella popped a piece of it into the microwave and wandered around the house. It was much the same as she remembered.

  There were still handmade quilts over the back of the couch and draped over most of the chairs. The TV was still an ancient black and white model. The main
difference was the backdoor. Last time she visited it was oak, now it was some kind of metal. Ella rapped on it with her knuckles and frowned.

  Now that she thought about it, the front door had been different too. It was a weird change to make. The backdoor lay in the shadow of the house, away from the bright lights lining the driveway. Ella switched on the bulb over the back porch and looked around. Nothing moved out in the darkness. She flipped the light off and returned to the kitchen.

  After eating her casserole and watching a few hours of TV, Ella wandered down the hallway to the guest bedroom. She took a quick shower, changed into her pajamas, and flipped off the light. She was asleep in no time, the quiet a soothing change from the city.

  Ella jerked awake, breathing hard. She was not sure what woke her, but her heart was pounding. She sat still until the sound came again. It sounded like someone screaming. Ella rolled out of bed and stuffed her feet into her shoes.

  In nothing but her dainty shorts and lace camisole, she ran through the house to peek out the back window. It was too dark to see anything. The sound came again, louder than before and her eyes widened. The barn! It had to be the coyotes the shop owner had told her about. They were attacking the animals.

  Ella grabbed the old shotgun from the closet by the back door and charged out into the yard. Her aunt had taught her how to use the gun. She was fully capable of scaring off a few brave coyotes. Ella jogged toward the barn, wincing at the sounds of animal screams from inside.

  When she reached the doors, she paused. One of the large doors was hanging off its hinges and the other held what looked like claw marks. They were far too large and high off the ground to be coyotes. Ella hesitantly peeked into the dark barn.

  The light of the full moon was just bright enough to illuminate something huge and black moving around. What looked like dark paint was splattered all over the fresh hay on the floors and dripping down the walls. As her shoe scuffed against the ground, the creature’s head snapped up.

  Ella held her breath, as a lupine head swiveled toward her. The moonlight glinted off piercing yellow eyes and lips pulled back to reveal a muzzle full of razor-sharp teeth. Her mind knew what she was seeing, but it was impossible. There was no such thing as werewolves.

  A low, rumbling growl came from the creature and it stood to its full height. It towered over her, a monstrous creature of fur and teeth and claws. Ella whimpered, the gun falling from her numb fingers. The werewolf’s eyes were strangely familiar in their intensity. It took her a moment to remember where she had seen the color before, but when she did, she stumbled backwards.

  The man at the store! The werewolf tipped its head back and sniffed loudly. The dark mass of the creature’s huge cock stirred between its legs and swiftly hardened. When the werewolf’s eyes fastened on her again, she could read its intent. She spun away and ran.

  Ella raced across the dark meadow, her heart pounding rabbit-fast in her chest. She heard what was left of the barn door smash open as the werewolf tore after her. She sprinted through the grass toward the tree line and suddenly realized she was running away from the safety of the house.

  She mentally cursed herself. It was too late to turn back now. She could hear the werewolf gaining on her. Her only hope was to try to lose it in the trees. Ella pushed herself faster, straining to put more distance between them.

  At the edge of the clearing, the werewolf leapt at her. Ella screamed, as the heavy weight pinned her to the ground and clawed hands jerked at her clothes. She struggled to wiggle out from under the werewolf’s bulk, but there was no escape.

  The creature snuffled at the back of her neck, one of its huge hands between her shoulder blades to press her down into the soft grass. Ella whimpered in fear, as her flimsy shorts ripped and the cool autumn air caressed her sensitive skin. Her virgin body trembled.

  The hand slid down her spine, claws dragging teasingly over her soft skin. When it reached her ass, both hands seized her hips and jerked her up on her knees, forcing her to arch her back and present. Ella cried softly, terror paralyzing her.

  Suddenly, a huge, scalding hot tongue licked between her folds, stroking from her clit to her tiny, virgin entrance. Ella cried out in shocked pleasure. The werewolf’s saliva was thick and slippery and it dripped from the tip of her clit, making her shudder in something other than fear.

  The werewolf quickly repeated the action, licking over her, making her body warm and open to it. Ella slowly inched her knees apart to give the creature better access. She cried out when its tongue rubbed over and over her swollen clit, the little nub throbbing at the unfamiliar pleasure.

  Her virgin pussy clenched and some of her wetness dribbled out. The werewolf immediately abandoned her clit to lick the juices from her entrance. It growled and its tongue slipped inside her. Ella gasped at the feeling of being entered for the first time.

  Her pussy was tight around the thick, writhing appendage and pulsed with every movement. She ripped at the grass, whining in pleasure as the werewolf licked deep inside her. Ella could hear the creature swallowing, drinking her arousal from her body and growling.

  She gasped into the dirt and rocked back into the pleasure. Its tongue finally withdrew and she shuddered. Ella whined in protest and spread her legs wider. She knew it was wrong to desire the creature, but it felt so good. The werewolf’s fur dragged across her skin as it settled over her.

  Ella gasped at the first jerk of its hips. Its cock slid over her tiny entrance and down to graze her clit. The werewolf growled and thrust its hips again. Again, its thick cock rubbed over her entrance but did not enter. The angle was wrong, Ella realized.

  Wondering at her sanity, she cautiously reached down beneath her to guide the werewolf’s cock into her pussy. The second it could, it shoved into her hard. Ella screamed as her virgin body spread around the werewolf’s huge cock. It jerked its hips wildly, thrusting in and out of her and snarling in pleasure.

  Ella clawed at the ground and sobbed as it took her, its cock pumping precum into her until it slicked her thighs. It felt monstrous inside her, filling her up more than she could have ever imagined. She moaned brokenly at the brutal pleasure of it. Her pussy pulsed around the thick heat, tightening as she was pushed toward her climax.

  Hot precum dripped from the tip of her swollen clit and she hung her head to look underneath her. She could see the werewolf’s huge, clawed hands on her hips and its thick, furry thighs bunching as it fucked into her. As she stared open-mouthed, she caught a glimpse of its cock.

  It was massive and black, completely soaked in her juices. Ella could not take her eyes off it. Her tiny pussy was taking that massive cock. Every heavy slide of it against her walls sent jolts of pleasure through her. Her elbows collapsed and she lay on the ground with her ass raised, the monster plowing into her over and over.

  The change in angle drove it deeper and she cried out. Her pussy rippled in pleasure, as it became too much for her to take and she screamed through her climax. The thick cock inside her began to thicken at the base, some kind of bulge popping in and out of her fluttering pussy.

  Ella whined in confusion, aftershocks of pleasure dulling her mind. The bulge grew larger until it was difficult for it to fit through her entrance. Ella cried out in alarm, trying to wiggle away as the bulge bumped her entrance with each thrust.

  “No!” she wailed.

  The werewolf growled deep in its chest and jerked her back on its cock. Ella screamed, as the huge bulge popped inside her tiny pussy and her body clamped down on it. The werewolf let out a blood-curdling howl and a gush of hot cum spilled into her. It held her tightly, jerking its hips and causing the huge bulge to move inside her.

  Ella gasped in surprise, as another orgasm rippled through her pussy. She cried out into the dirt, moaning weakly. Another surge of cum spilled into her and she moaned. The werewolf had knotted her like an animal. They were tied together until it was finished.

  Her body clenched weakly at the thought. The werewolf began
to lick her, cleaning the sweat from her skin and leaving its saliva behind. Ella shuddered as she realized it was making her smell like it. Her thighs were drenched in its cum, and it would be dripping out of her for days.

  The werewolf jerked it hips and another hot gush of cum filled her. Ella relaxed into the pleasure and let the werewolf bathe her. It licked every part of her it could reach by the time its knot went down. The werewolf’s cock slid out of her, accompanied by a flood of cum.

  Ella collapsed into the grass. She limply let the massive creature roll her onto her back and bury its head between her splayed thighs. Its long tongue slipped into her used pussy and began to lick her clean. Her thighs trembled and she cried out in pleasure, as it thrust its long, thick tongue in and out of her.

  She shuddered through another orgasm, whimpering weakly at the overwhelming ecstasy. By the time it finally stopped, she was too wrung out to move. Ella watched it, eyes half-lidded with exhaustion, as it sniffed between her legs and finally raised its head to look at her.

  It stared at her with the same yellow eyes as the man from the general store. The werewolf seemed to be waiting for something. Ella stared at it for a long moment, before she understood. She reached out to touch the terrifying face, her hand just inches from teeth that could rip her apart.

  “You can, you know,” she murmured.

  The werewolf went still, not even breathing. Ella hooked her legs behind the creature’s muscular thighs. Her pussy was wet and open, already yearning for more. She did not care if the werewolf wanted to breed her, she wanted its monstrous cock inside her.

  “I want you,” Ella whined.

  The werewolf leaned down to lick at her breasts. She arched, crying out at the tender licks to her hard nipples. She reached down between them to position the creature’s cock at her slick entrance. The werewolf growled softly, nuzzling her breasts, before it slammed into her.

  Ella screamed in pleasure, grabbing handfuls of its fur as it set a brutal pace. Her mind fogged, cries falling from her lips at it pushed her toward ecstasy. The werewolf’s tongue was gentle by contrast, lapping at her sensitive nipples and sending jolts of pleasure down to her spasming pussy. Its knot began to swell again, catching on her entrance.