Tales of Neo Studiona
The Twisted Wish
(The tale of Sharama and Flicker)
Chapter 2
A Loss of Honor
I hadn't eaten for almost a month and it was taken it toll on me because it had been a long, bitter cold winter. My situation was getting serious at that point and if I didn't figure out something soon I was going to starve to death. I was out looking for some signs of foraging winter game in the soft falling snow, before I starved to death and froze in the night, but had had no luck when I saw her. She was a very healthy looking ewe, her wool was thick, her breasts plump, her hips wide and shapely, her thighs were thick and powerful looking, She was dress in a dark green winter dress that seem to cling to her body showing me her ever curve and a thick black hooded cloak.
As I watched her from down wind behind a large drift of snow and listen to her singing to herself as she dung up the roots of a Fornlock bush a strange thing happened to me I could feel myself becoming aroused by her. A ewe, of all females, was making my blood boil, that was when I realized it had been almost four or five years since I mated last and that was with a buck that thought he could over power me. After beating him soundly I showed him who the Alpha male was before I ate him.
Sure I was just hallucinating from lack of food but I really didn't want to mate this sweet smelling ewe before ate her, did I? Did I really want to make her suffer thru all the humiliation of been taken forcible to only have to be eaten right after? Why was I debating this? She a ewe and I am a wolf it's natural that I would want to make her suffer before I eat her right? While I was pondering this I hadn't noticed that I had moved closer to her. Now I could smell her that all the better which was making the blood rush to the sheath making my cock rise and harden. I looked down and could already see the tip of my long thick wolfhood rise up out of my pants into the cold air. At that point I lost myself to a lust filled surge of hormones and pounced on the very surprised little ewe. She had little to no time to scream if anything when I tackled her to the ground pinning her down with my bulk, even though I had lost a great deal of weight I still out weight her by at least a 100 pounds, and place my large powerful paw over her short soft muzzle.
At that point I looked around to see if anyone from the city was near by or may have heard me when I pounced on the girl. I waited a good long time before turning back to the girl who was only struggling a little trying to get from under me. When I looked down her and gave a short deep growl and she stopped moving save for her breathing which was uneven from the fear I tear her throat out. "Listen well little one I'm going take my paw from your muzzle and when I do you better stay quiet because if you don't I will tear your throat out understand me?"
She nodded quickly and I moved my paw away. All she did after that was try to slow her breathing. I could smell her fear and it was making me want to mate her even more now. I stared at her for several long minutes trying to figure out what I was going to do next when she started to wiggle again since my weight on top of her had her large breast pushing down on her chest making it hard to breathe.
"What are you doing now?" I growled at her with my dark black eyes flashing fury.
"For… For-forgive me… I... can't breathe… please don't… I… I'll do whatever you wish..." She choked out as she tried not to scream for fear I would really tear her apart right there.
"Good little ewe. I don't want to kill you but I will if you make me. What is your name?"
"Saraha… Please let me go I won't tell anyone you're he…" She stopped speaking when I raised the paw that was over her muzzle earlier.
"Be quiet little bitch! I only asked you for your name and if you speak again without me asking you to I will kill you slowly. Now get up your coming with me!" I yelled at her as I stood up and snatched her up by her arm. It was the strangest thing I was very angry that she said she wouldn't tell anyone about me if I let her go. Again I had lost my honor do to lack of food and this stain on my honor I thought was the worst of all but I would later find many more that hurt even more then this one. I told her to stay quiet and do as I told her and she may just live long enough to go home. That was a horrible lie to tell her but it kept her quiet as I pulled her along with me. Keeping Saraha quiet was the top priority until I got her away from the city since there were more then enough guards to handle me at the time. I was weak from hunger and with the lost of weight came a lost of power so the guards would have the upper paw if there was more then two or three to fight me.
I drug the scared little ewe thru the snow for a good half hour before I decide that it was safe enough to go back to my cabin/den for a little fun then a nice hot meal. Once we got back I throw open the door and told her to go inside and sit down. She did just like I ask without protest or even an escape attempt. Once she was in I went to gather some of the wood for the fire place from the box I kept behind the back of the house. I pick out several large pieces then went into the house. I found her sitting on my bed holding herself, she was shivering from fear and the cold, the house was very cold and the fire I had built up before I went out was now almost out. I worked quickly and got the fire roaring hot and the house soon grow much warmer.
"Take off your cloak and hang it up by the door and don't try to run I'm much fast then you and you'll be dead before you even get good five feet from here." I said with a feral growl to back it up. To be truthful at that time I didn't have the strength to chase her too far and if she got out the door she would most like get away but the growling and showing of my teeth keep her subdued and passive.
She got up and went the door and pulled the hood of her cloak back to reveal that she had long snowy white hair that was braided back into one long braid. She was very quick with her cloak and sat back on the bed with her head down holding her basket close to her. I got up from the fire place and walked over to her and ripped the basket from her hooves and threw it across the room before I pushed her back on the bed and lay atop her.
"No please … please don't …. Don't rape me…." She begged as she tried not to look at me. I smiled and lick her cheek softly. Saraha shuddered and made a few soft squeaks as she tried to wiggle away from me.
"I'm not going to rape you Saraha, I going to make you beg for me to fill you full of my thick wolf cock. Once I'm done you will be me to fill you full of all my hot cum in that tight little ewe pussy of yours." I said with a low husky tone as I run my paw up the inside of her leg to the thigh. I stopped as a strong odor of urine hit my nose and then I realized her leg was wet. I ran my paw up to her panties and found them wet too then it hit me she had pissed herself at some point, most likely when I pounced on her and I had been so wrapped up in my own thoughts to notice until now. When I touched her panties she tensed up and started to scream but stopped herself before I looked her in her clear blue eyes. She laid there very still not trying to move for fear of me killing her. I got up off of her and looked at her with sad eyes for a moment. "Get up and take off your clothes so I can wash them. You stink of piss and I won't have you smelling like a small baby lamb that can't hold their water in my bed."
"Y…Yes…." She chock out before getting up and removing her dress and her wet panties. I watched as she slowly with trembling hooves undid the buttons on her dress then pulled it off. Her breasts were much large then I had thought for when she undid the last button of her dress the caught the first glimpses of her firm and round double D size breasts. I was amazed by how large they were. Saraha had felt so light in my arms that I hadn't really realized she was built so sexy. It was at that moment that my mind changed gears from food to sex completely. I was deathly hungry but seeing her slide out of her dress then her stocking and lastly her panties made my cock hard and twitch with frustration at being trapped in my pants.
Saraha laid all of her clothes on the floor in front of herself then quickly covered her shame for fear of my attacking her right then and there. I could see and smell her fear and the more of her fear that I tasted with my senses the more I want to fuck her till she passed out. I walked up to her and point to the back of the cottage where there was a blue door with a gold doorknob on it. Saraha nodded then quickly moved to the door.
"Go inside that room in there you will find a large tub and soaps. Wait for me there and I will bring you bath water so you can clean yourself and remember the longer you obey me the better your chances for living thru this encounter grow. If you run I will rape you then kill and eat so do what you think is best for you." I said with a show if sharp teeth as I gathered up her clothing and took them outside with me while I fetch the two water buckets and the wash tub. As I was going out the door I saw her nodded her head and quickly vanish in to the washroom.
I left her in the cottage for a good 30 minutes before I came back in with the wash tub full of water, two bucks full of water, and here clothes on an ox yolk that I used to drag several kills home in the past summers when the hunting was still good. I was pouring the water from the large wash tub into the large black pot over the fire to heat it when I sniffed the air and I still smelled her and an even stronger odor of urine. She had been so scared of what I said I would do if she tried to run that she pissed herself again. For some reason which I still wonder about to this day knowing that she pissed herself twice seemed to anger me but also intrigue me as well. I stormed off to the washroom and thru open the door in an angry frenzy as I looked around for her. When I saw she was cowering in the corner of the room in a puddle of her own piss sobbing like a small frighten child who just did something very wrong and was afraid of what their parent were about to do to them. Seeing her like that I couldn't be angry at her, to be more accurate I felt sorry for her.
My anger softened at that point and I reached for her slowly and pulled her to her feet. She was still shaking and sobbing as I wiped the tears from her face. "Stand here and don't move. I'm going to fill the tub up then you are going to get in and wash up." I said without any feral angry or a bit of a harsh tone to my voice. This seemed to calm her a bit and she stopped shaking as she covered her shame. I left the wash room and went back to the pot on the fire to find it was getting warmer it would only take another minute or two to be hot enough so I could fill the tub up.
I waited the minute or so for the water to warm up then transferred half of it back too the wash tube. I took the wash tube and one of the buckets of cold water to the washroom. Saraha was still standing were I left her with her hooves and arms covering her shame. I filled the bath tube with the water and add some of the sweet oil and soap to the water. "Here get in and wash up I will be waiting for you in the other room with something for you to wear." I said softly and left the washroom closing the door behind me.
While I waited for Saraha to wash herself I sat down and washed all of her clothes. The whole time I wondered what she was thinking while she was in the tube cleaning herself up. I wonder if was planning away to escape or if she was praying to a God or Goddess to protect her. I found myself thinking about what I was planning to do once Saraha come out the washroom and it surprised me that I still want to sleep with before I ate her.
I was hanging her clothes in front of the fire place to dry when Saraha come out of the washroom with a towel wrapped around herself. She looked even more alluring with her hair down a still damp with water. Her scent along with the scent bath oil and soap made me painfully aware of my need for sex.
"I finished washing up… do you have something for me to wear now, sir?" Saraha asked meekly.
I was so caught up in the sight and smell of her that I didn't hear asked me for some to wear until she had walked to me and asked for a second then a third time. When I realized what was happening Saraha had her hoof on the side of my face. Asking me again for some clothes to put on and if I was okay.
"Oh yes I have a long shirt you can wear and I'm fine I was testing you to see if you would try to run away." I said quickly as I push her hoof away and turned so she wouldn't see me blush. I quickly went to my dresser and took out on of my long night shirts and handed to her. "You can put it on in the washroom and don't call me sir. My name is Shard so call me Shard."
"Okay sir… I mean Shard and thank you for the clothing." Saraha said softly then returned washroom changed then came back and sat the edge of the bed with her hooves in her lap. She sat so quietly just waiting for me to do something and for the first time that day I was very ashamed of myself but it would not last. My desire for her soft flesh for comfort and a hot filling meal would take hold of me again.
I walked to Saraha and pushed her down on the bed and laid atop her again. I held my claws to her throat as I lick her cheek and squeezed her breasts. All she gave was a small moan from my groping and looked away from me as her face turned red. I growled at her when she didn't respond to my attempts to get a fearful reaction out of her. "So you have give up trying to escape from me and are just going to let me rape you then?" I asked with a rumble to my voice.
"No, I haven't given up on trying escape from you but I don't want to die. I have someone back in the city that I want to return to even if I'm no longer pure in body. I will do whatever you want to make sure I can return to my beloved. I'm Sorry that it has to be like this for you and wish for you to find the happy that you have lost. Do whatever you like to me I will not fight so long as you keep your word and let me go after you have had your fill of my flesh." Saraha said in a meek voice.
The fact she said 'after you have had your fill of my flesh' stills gives me nightmares to this day sometimes but at the time I took her offer of her soft alluring flesh in both the sexual and predatory senses. I looked down at the helpless ewe and slapped her hard across the face before I lifted the nightshirt she wore. The slap to the face renewed the fight in her. She screamed and tried to push me away as I pushed her legs apart before coming to rest between them. My shaft was fully hard and dripping pre as I rubbed it up against the folds of her soft inviting sex. Sarah still struggled to get free but after I grabbed her wrists and her struggling was reduced to a strong wiggle to get from under me. I give her a throaty growl before I started rubbing the head of my member against her soft fold to get them slick for me to penetrate her.
"Please not like this. Don't force yourself on me like this. I will do whatever you want. I'm willing to perform whatever sexual act you want me to but please just don't hurt me like this." Saraha begged as tears spilled from her eyes.
I didn't care that she was begging me not to be forceful or the fact she was willing to be a slut for me I just wanted her to be afraid. I want to taste her fear and make her despair before I ate her. I looked at her with fury in my eyes as I thrust forward hard piercing her young innocent folds with violent force. As I did this I let go of Saraha's wrists and she screamed as she dug her fingernails in to my back.
I felt her hoofed fingers draw blood from the deep scratches she left in my back in the wake of her pain. The way her pussy squeezed my cock as I enter her coupled with the pain from the scratches had me close to cumming on the spot. I held still for a bit till the feeling of tight pressure passed. Once I had regained myself I started thrust hard into Saraha without regard to her comfort or pleasure in the matter. She screamed and grunted as I drove my shaft into her over and over again at a wild pace. She held me tightly and tried to endure the pain I was causing her but after a few minutes she was sobbing hard and begging me to stop.
"Ahhhaaaa… please I beg you, please stop! It hurts so much… your going to tear me in two!" Saraha cried as she held me tight.
"Uhhhaaa... Shut your mouth bitch! You're my fuck toy and if I tear you in half with my cock so be it. Oh god your pussy is so tight and you're squeezing me so hard… Don't think this is the end of it I'm just getting start with fucking you. I'm going to fill ever last one of your holes before…" I never finished the sentence, I just growl low and hard in my throat as I forced more of my cock deeper into Saraha.
She screamed louder as more tears spilled out her eyes. Saraha had falling in to despair just like I wanted her to and it made my desire to violate her grow all the more. I gripped the front of the night shirt she wore and shredded with my claws to get at her plump breasts. I pinched and pulled at her teats to make her scream and cry out more. I keep this up torture along with my frenzied thrusting for several minutes until my knot swelled up. I slowed my pace almost stopping to let Saraha think I had felt a twinge of compassion for her plight but really I wanted to her relax a little so I could horrify her when I forced my knot into her.
It worked just like I thought it would, as my thrusting slowed to a stand still her crying become low sobs and pants. I was breathing rather hard myself. I could believe how much energy I had used in the short time since mounted her. While I was waiting for her to fully relax Saraha reach up and place a hoof on the side of my face softly. She said nothing nor did she try to escape she just looked into my eyes with hers. It was a soft sympathetic stare, a stare that said I forgive you for what you have done or will do to me. A stare that said please find some comfort in my body even though you hurt me to do so. I don't mind this since I feel your pain and loneliness you carry inside your heart. That stare haunts me to this day and when my daughter Saraha, the reincarnation of the original Saraha, or her twin Laraha, stares at me with that same sympathetic look I can't help but cry as I remember my shame.
As she looked at me with those forgiving blue eyes I began to grow furious with her. I began to hate her. Why was she showing me such kindness? Why did she pity me? Why did she forgive me for being so cruel to her? I was a proud and noble wolf of the old ways and my prey was not to show me pity or sympathy. Prey was to show me fear and terror nothing more, nothing less. I growled and thrusted as hard as I could into her. The force of my thrust drove my knot deep into her as well as forcing the head of my cock in to her womb. Saraha screamed loudly as she dug her hooves deeper into my back drawing more blood from me. The pain of having her hooves dig so deep into my flesh drove me wild and I pounded her torn and bloody pussy with reckless abandonment.
Saraha cried and screamed the whole time I rode her to a spine shatter climax several intensely pain full minutes later. I filled her tight and battered sex with what felt like a gallon of cum. There was so much that her belly began to inflate under the flood of it. I fell atop her panting heavily as I tried to recover from my climax. I could hear her sobbing into my shoulder as she begged some goddess for her life. I smiled to myself when I heard her praying and quickly recovered my composure. I want to keep her in the state of suffering she was in.
I gripped her hips and pulled back hard yanking my knot free of her pussy. She let out another set of pain filled scream before her eyes rolled in the back of her head. She was so close to passing out but I didn't want her to miss a moment of her suffering since she felt she needed to pity me. I gave a quick glance down between her legs to see the torrent of cum and blood gush from her quivering sex. Then I heard Saraha give a soft pleasured moan. The feeling of my warm spunk running out of her felt good to her. She must have been close to cumming before I filled her up I thought as I slipped my cock back to her and stated fucking her again. This time I was very slow and gentle so Saraha would get into it and get off a few times. It was the least I could do for her since I was going to eat her after I was done.
I fucked Saraha into the coming evening. We both climaxed over a dozen times before I was too tired and hungry to go on. I had fucked her in many different positions, I made her suck me off a few time before I force my cock in to her tailhole and dumped a few loads of hot wolf cum in her. It was about half way thru my sexual torture that I think Saraha's mind broke and she started to beg for me to fuck her, to fill full of hot spunk. I enjoyed filling my slutty little meal full of cum and now it was time to finish my conquest and eat my prize meal. I picked her up off the floor from in front of the fire place. We had finished our fuck session in front of the fire place where it was warm since I wanted her as warm as possible for what was to come next.
I took her over to the bed and toss her on to its center. She laid there barely moving as she panted and babbled to herself. Her mind clearly shattered by what I had done to her. I think if it wasn't for the fact that I had to eat her to survive I think I would have kept her a sex slave for several years and had sired a few children with her but that was not what fate had in store for the both of us. I quickly crawled on top of her and thrusted my claws into left breast as my fangs sank in to her right.
She screamed kicked, thrashed, and shrieked in pain as I tasted her warm flesh and blood. I slowly tore her open eating only small parts of her here and there as I worked my way down her body. The whole time she screeched for help, begged for her life, kicked, and thrashed as I devoured her flesh. When I had had my fill of her I eaten most of her right breast, torn a hole in her belly devoured her liver, part of her right lung, one of her kidneys and given her an immeasurable amount of internal trauma and bleeding that she died several minutes after I had sat back to clean my muzzle.
My meal had only taken a good 20 minutes but in that time Saraha had suffered 20 eternities of immeasurable agony filled hell. As I watched her choking on her own blood in her last few seconds of life Saraha looked at me with that same sympathetic look as if she was sorry that I had to live like this. As if my life was the cursed one and not hers even though she was the one dying. In that moment I felt a shame like none I had ever felt in my life. I wept for several hours as I held her torn body to mine. I was so sorry that I had used such hatred and violence on her.
It was close to dawn when I took her body back close to the city and made it look like she was attacked by a large beast of some kind. I had dressed her back in her clothes the tore and shredded them like she had been wearing when she was attacked and eaten. I left claw marks on many of the near by trees along with Saraha blood as well as a blood trail to make it look like she had been running from the beast as it attacked her. I even tore her legs from her body to leave her tracks in the snow to make it look like she was chased down before she was raped and killed. Once everything was in place I screamed in the best girl's voice I could then give few deep howls before I ran off. I made for the river and ran a long it for a mile or so, so that it would look like the beast had just gotten away.
I waited a full three days before going to check on the city. I was careful to be on the look out for the city's guards as I made my way over to the city. When I got to the area when I had left Saraha mutilated body which was near the wall of the city were I had caught her. I found a large gathering of the city's inhabitants dressed in black with mournful expressions. All of them were standing in a half circle around a grave as a priest give sermon and prayer over a coffin that was being lowed in to the freshly dug grave.
I could not understand the language the priest was speaking but I did understand when he said Saraha's name several times as well as the names of her family and her fiancé. Saraha had told me she had some she wanted to go back to even if she wasn't pure. When the priest said John Swiftpaw and pointed at a half fox/half ram. I looked up to see him and he bore a look of quite sorrow on his face but his eyes spoke of hatred and rage. I could tell from the look of his eyes that if he ever caught me he would kill me slowly so I would suffer just like I made his beloved suffer. I stayed and watched the full funeral and after everyone had gone I went over to Saraha grave and paid my respect to as well as vow to never take another life like I had taken hers. I told her that I didn't how but I would find away to atone for what I did to her. At the time I was making my peace with Saraha soul I was being watch by a Fairy of Fate and Saraha's restless spirit.
After I left Saraha grave I travel farther west in the valley to find forging game to hunt for the rest of the winter. Thru out the winter I thought about John and Saraha and what I had stolen form the both of them. There were several times that I almost killed myself but couldn't do it because of my own fear of death. At those times I cursed my own weakness and remember my vow Saraha memory to be stronger in the future.
In the early days of the spring thaw I went to the city to steal a little food to hold me over until all of the big game animals and the little forest animals came back out. I had just snuck in the one of the drainage gates in the wall and was sneaking up to one of the many storehouses when I spotted a guard patrol. Normally they wouldn't have scared me since I was much fast then their fastest runner. Today they had caught my attention when I notice they weren't caring spears but rifles.
It seemed a team of gunsmiths had been sent for and now lived in the city so all of the guards had rifles and pistols now. The thing the scared me the most was the wolf with two gold inlaid flint lock pistols and sword that lead the ram guards. He was a Dragoon Elite, a hired nobleman or a less house or an honorable mercenary, I figured as he had on gold form molded breastplate with silver detail along with custom leather and steel plate armor. I was deathly afraid now since the city had hired a wolf and it seemed that he had caught my scent.
I dashed quickly into the storehouse and load up several bags full of food and ran for it. As I was leaving the storehouse and the Dragoon caught my scent again. He turned quickly and fired off a shot at me before he gave chase. The shot went wide to my left but I could feel the heat of the shot so I ran for all I was worth as I heard him growl and call for me to stop. I paid him no mind and ran for the drainage grate. I was at he the grate that I had left open for my escape when I heard the second pistol the Dragoon had go off as well as several of the guards rifles go off. Seconds after I heard the guns fire I felt a searing hot pain in my left arm and right leg. I stumbled a bit as the scent of blood hit my nose.
I kept on running though I had a bit of a limp. By the time the Dragoon and the guards made it inside the drainage tunnel I was making my way thru the woods. I made sure to travel thru the riverbed and waterways well past my cottage to make sure the guards couldn't track me. When I stop I had lost a lot of blood and was felling faint. It took me some time make back to my cottage to patch myself up.
Some how by a twist of fate during my running away even thought I had been shot twice I had managed to not drop a single bag of food. I was overjoyed because this meant I had enough food for a few weeks more then enough to hold me over till the big game came back. More importantly I learned that the city had made sure what had happened to Saraha would never happen again. I also now knew that one if not more predators were now living in the city so hunting the city folk or steal food was now out of the question. My glory days of free food and living the old way was over and I now had to become like the natives that I had eaten over the last 15 years.
I took it slow for several days after that to let my arm and leg heal. I was going to have two deep scars from the lead balls passing thru the sides of my arm and leg but there no permanent damage. While I was healing up I took the time to build a few box traps to catch a few of smaller woodland animals. I had made 12 of them and place them all over the woods but I made sure not to place them to close to the city since the guards were now patrolling the woods around the city.
I kept to the routine of using the box traps while hunting bigger game all spring as well as using some the hunter/gatherer practices that the natives had used to keep myself fed. It wasn't as good as before but I wasn't starving. That soon changed when a very hot rainless summer hit the valley and forced most of the big game animals out of the area in search of water and green grasses. It was during this very hot summer that I meet a little Fairy of Fate named Flicker and with her help I would start down a path that would change my life forever.
To Be Continued…