Moon-Mad by The Tome of Ebon: /~Tome_of_Ebon/ To send feedback, visit the website above. Feb 21, 2009 ====== This story contains descriptions of an adult nature. If you are a minor or person offended by such materials, you should not read further. This story does not necessarily reflect any people or practices in the real world, and should not be taken as reality. Codes: M+/f, group, 1st, nc, rape, piv, anal, oral, a2m, magic, sad, furry, knot ====== Running... Catharyne ran as fast as she could through the skeletal winter forest, her breath panting out in little puffs of fog, the light of terror gleaming in her eyes as it reflected the glow of the moon above. Her warm hat had fallen somewhere behind, allowing her platinum locks to stream out wildly behind her as she ran in the savage cold of the winter air. Her lungs protested at every breath of frigid air that she gasped into her petite frame, but terror compelled her to move faster than she ever would have thought to otherwise, the encumberment of her long black dress, replete with frills, beginning to be torn away on thorns and tangled branches. Above, the cold face of the moon seemed to laugh down at her. Silvery forms flitted effortlessly between the leafless trees behind her, almost apelike in their bulk, but though clearly inhuman, their forms were not quite those of a jungle ape. Gleaming yellow eyes watched the girl running ahead of them, toying with her, for each of these beasts could have pounced on her well before this, but they held back, letting her exhaust herself while they held their own full strength in reserve. Her screams, becoming breathless and finally giving way completely as all her breath was given to panting, were music to their ears. Moon-mad. It had been a folly to try to run the coach through this forest at this night, when the bitterest winter moon was frowning down on that deep tangle of wilderness. Her father had insisted on haste, however. A rich family, he had explained to her, had to make arrangements for their daughters as soon as they were marriageable. Catharyne hadn't expected to like the man she'd be arranged to marry so soon after her budding, but she felt sure he would have been far better than what she now faced. Salt tears streamed down her cheeks, frigid in the winter air. The lycans were going wild--it was known that the tide of the full moon brought this madness upon them with each passing of its cycle... but the trip had been insisted upon. The guards and even her stately father had attempted to fight them back, but... Catharyne shut her eyes tight and sobbed, opening them just in time to clumsily dodge a fallen log. Sensitive black noses drew in the girl's scent, a dash of blood flavoring the scent now as the elegant dress was torn on the undergrowth, and the girl's skin underneath it was scratched by the thorns now. With a signal of his crude, massive hand, the pack alpha lunged ahead, the rest following him as he tackled their terrified prey to the ground. The screams began again as Catharyne was borne to the ground by the savage beast, her eyes rolling back as she let out shrieks of pure human, female terror. Certain that she was about to be eaten by the monsters, she curled her body in on itself defensively, trying to shield herself from the huge claws that now reached down to rend the remnants of her clothing from her body, revealing pallid skin, modest budding breasts, and the barest amount of fuzz on her mound. Soon, the wolven noses were nuzzling and sniffing all over her body as she lay huddled and frozen, soon followed by their tongues. Then they were lifting her, forcing her out of her curl as they eagerly tugged on arms and legs, pressing her against their furry bodies and making her whimper with the pain of their rough handling. They were warm, even hot, against her now-bare skin, something she might have been thankful of were she not gripped by such terror. As large, strong hands groped the girl's body, she had a moment to wonder through her haze of fear why those cruel fangs had not yet sunk into her tender flesh. That question was soon answered as from the furry sheaths at their loins, the werewolves' cocks began to emerge, savage flesh hardening into thick pinkish shafts that now began to prod at her viciously, calling up a new series of screams that were quickly silenced by a leathery-fingered paw over her plush lips. With a sudden jab, the first wolf-cock was slammed into her pussy, cruelly tearing her cherry, her muffled screams against the alpha's paw turning to pain now as his shaft sank into her tight little cunt, his shaggy silver-furred hips beginning to pump against her. Teardrops, shining in the moonlight, poured down her face, wetting the beast's fur as he claimed her. Hot fur warmed her chilled skin and rubbed against her small pinkish nipples, but her mind was focused more upon the rending pain between her nether lips as the alpha's massive cock rammed deep into her with rough, violent thrusts, a deep growl rumbling up in the beast's throat as it fucked her. That pain was brought to a new focus soon enough as a second werewolf seized her from behind, his claws pricking at her little breasts, and another wet pink shaft was forced upon her, this one sliding between her shapely buns to find the tiny pink star of her anus. The unlubed wolf-cock quickly forced its way into the tight ring, causing her muffled protests to once again increase in intensity as the pain and panic rushed through her, her cheeks reddening with humiliation as she shut her eyes tightly, trying to will away the horror of her ordeal. Deep rumbles and growls rose from the werewolves as they crowded round, the two fucking her with savage vigor, tormenting her tiny holes as they took their pleasure in her flesh. Her ass and cunt seemed to merge into a single pervasive soreness as she was ravaged, her futile screams fading as she lost strength to the fury of the heated bodies against her, firm muscle flexing under fur as they hammered away at her, their hot breath steaming in the winter air with their panting breaths. As the paw covering her mouth dropped away, coils of her own breath rose as well, her body warmed now by the unwelcome closeness of her tormentors as their hands and claws explored her pale skin, savoring her smooth little body. The pounding continued, jostling her little body between the two mighty beasts, her face upturned to the glowing moon above, chilled by her tears as she let out the occasional strangled yelp or sob. After a time, she simply fell into the rhythm of the harsh fucking, wincing now and then as her unprepared holes gave protest, wondering if she might rather have been eaten as she initially thought she would be. The two lycans were grunting with feral pleasure as their mighty cocks pounded deep into the little human's tight body. Catharyne's platinum locks shimmered in the moonlight with every jostling, the neatly-combed waves now falling in disarray from the rough attentions of the beasts who claimed her. It wasn't until the alpha knotted in her cunt that she let out another high-pitched shriek, the sound mingling with his grunts of pleasure as the base of his cock grew within her, stretching her tormented inner walls even further. The tip of his bestial shaft was pressed to her protesting cervix, throbbing fiercely as great jets of the alpha's virile werewolf seed shot into her virgin womb, drawing an anguished, humiliated moan from the girl. Throughout the alpha's climax, the second lycan continued to rape Catharyne's tiny anus, the little ring stretched painfully around him as his cock pounded deep into her bowels. When that second violating shaft began to knot within her, she could barely muster the energy to scream, her eyes unfocused, pretty lips parted slightly as she came to rest against the alpha lycan's silver-furred chest like a lovely little rag-doll. Her cheeks still burned red with humiliation, a whimper rising from her as she felt the second lycan's hot seed jetting into her bowels, filling her with eager sperm that sought to fertilize her where it could not. Hot tongues teased her neck and ears, the two huge male beasts savoring in the pleasure of being knotted to her until they could slip free once more. When her first two assailants left her, Catharyne was not even given a chance to touch the ground before two more pairs of strong, hairy arms grasped her and held her aloft, her moans of protest renewed, though not as loudly as they had been at first. Another pair of cocks slid into her, squeezing from her cunt and anus trickles of cum flecked with a bit of blood from her tormented holes, the thrusting beginning anew, a little more familiar to her tormented mind now. It was only when the cock of the lycan who had violated her virgin ass was pressed between her lips that her eyes snapped to focus once more. A sharp whimper of protest escaped her, though his strong hand held her head, claws threatening her throat with their ever-so-slight touch as the filthy shaft forced its way into her mouth. She gagged sharply, the taste offending her tongue and causing a new wave of humiliation to break over her. Sandwiched between the beasts as she was, there was nothing she could do but squirm, a part of her knowing that if she bit down she would likely die. Though she might have welcomed that at first, rather than suffer what she now had, her mind was now too foggy with torment to respond with anything other than self-preservation, and thus she began to suckle the beast's cock while her aching cunt and ass were reamed anew by the second pair of lycans. Somewhere, she realized that the group milling around her at a slight distance must all be waiting for their turn as well, and salt tears once more streamed down her beautiful, violated face as her soft lips were coaxed ever lower down the invading cock, its tip nudging at her throat, making her gag pitifully with every threat of invasion. Gasps of foggy breath passed her lips to drift in the cold night air when the cock in her mouth was finally drawn back, though it was soon to be replaced by another throbbing shaft freshly-pleasured from her violated rear. Her eyes shut, small whimpers and mewls still escaping weakly from her, the tears no longer flowing as she sank deeper into a trance of dull pain and humiliation. The savage fucking did not end until the whole pack had enjoyed her as she hung loosely in their grips like a rag-doll slut, copious seed filling her cunt and ass from their pleasure, the alpha and other particularly virile members not satisfied until they had sampled both holes. If she were thinking more clearly, Catharyne might have found it odd that the whole tribe seemed to be male. But as it were, she submitted to their use, for it was futile to do otherwise. When the pack was finally satisfied after that mating frenzy, they at last lifted Catharyne up and bore her off towards the shelter of their den, flitting like ghosts between the leafless trees. Above, the cold full moon seemed to laugh down at her, and her eyes gazing up at it were blank, still swimming in the haze of humiliated sensations. Moon-mad. ======