Wolfish Needs

Hazel wiped the sweat off her forehead with the back of her dirty hand. A smudge of dirt and mud smeared across her face instead of coming away clean, though she did not notice.

Nor did she really care.

Her focus was on the hole in front of her, a hole that promised certain treasures and secrets that could make her an accomplished paleontologist, and shove her success in the faces of those who doubted her.

“Are you sure this is the right spot?” Arlo asked skeptically, looking at Hazel over the rim of his glasses.

Hazel pushed her own up with the heel of her hand, taking more care in keeping her glasses clean than her face. “I’ve told you several times already, this is the spot he told me to dig.”

“And, who was this ‘he’?” He continued to question, not realizing he was making the girl irritated with his whininess.

Sighing, Hazel put down her rock hammer. She rubbed her sore shoulder muscle and rolled her head to help loosen it.

“Just a friend who got some tips from an older gentleman,” she said, nonchalantly.

It was a lie.

She had found the ‘friend’ in an alley behind a sketchy bar where she had, very loudly and drunkenly, asked the patrons to help her discover something abnormal so she could get her name published in the Journal of Paleontology. Many of them hooted that they would help only if she took her shirt off or visited with them in a private room.

Thankfully, she was not that stupid.

Though she could not deny the heat that developed in between her legs at the idea of being taken and used for someone’s sexual pleasure.

Hazel’s face flushed even now just thinking about it.

However when she realized she was horny and hot, she slipped out the back into the alleyway to cool down, only to find a mysterious man waiting for her. He was wearing a cloak with the hood up and hands tucked into pockets, making him look extremely suspicious.

At that time, she had threatened to scream, but he put his hand up and said he was not interested in her in that way. Only about what she said in the bar.

She listened to him tell her about the current location that she was at, how far to go, and how deep to dig.

“You will be satisfied by what you find…” He had said, his voice hinting at a hidden smile under his hood.

Hazel took the information with a grain of salt. The next morning, after nursing her hangover, she contacted Arlo, who was great with directions and had experience with excavations, and they ventured off in the direction the man had told her.

That was three days prior, and they had been digging for two.

Arlo glowered at her but did not say anymore. Instead, he went back to his pickaxe and started swinging it harshly at the rocks and hard dirt.

Even though she was having doubts just like her companion, Hazel was too stubborn to admit she was wrong. She knew this was the spot, she felt it in her gut, and her gut rarely led her astray.

Deciding to ignore Arlo’s little tantrum, Hazel went back to work.

After several hours, the sun was beginning to set. The sky was painted with oranges, and pinks, and reds, giving off a calming aura. Hazel took a deep breath, the smells of earth and the woods filling her nostrils helped distract her mind from the fact that they had found nothing. Again.

“This is a waste of time,” Arlo began. “All we are finding is death. It reeks here, and I want no part in this anymore.”

Hazel, unfortunately, could not disagree. Although her gut was telling her this place has something to be discovered, the ground was telling them there was too much death for it to be a positive one.

Every few feet they dug or walked, there was some kind of animal carcass. The plants around the area were either dead or dying, and it all seemed to be getting worse as they continued their excavation.

Biting her lip, Hazel let her glasses slide low on her nose. “You’re right,” she whispered, her eyes beginning to water at her admission of defeat. “You’re right. Let’s wrap this up, stay the night and go back in the morning.” She sniffled.

Satisfied, Arlo nodded, glad to have gotten his way.

Tears trailed down Hazel’s cheeks as she took a brush and aimlessly swept around the area she had dug.

So foolish. Such a terrible waste of time.

As she sniffled and wiped her face, Hazel caught a glimpse of something hard and shiny. She looked closer, adjusting her glassing so she could see better.

She grabbed ahold of the piece and tugged gently. It came out easily, dirt fell off it in small clumps as she turned it over and over in her hand.

“Oh. It’s just a metal cylinder,” Hazel said with defeat lacing her voice.

Arlo’s head perked up at the mention of the cylinder. “Metal? In this area? Hold it up for me to see.”

Doing as she was asked, Hazel waited for her companion to explain his fascination with the object. He seemed to take forever, so she began to study it herself. It was wide and rounded, with a latch on one side. She could see there was something under most of the dirt so she took her brush and cleaned the surface. There were designs on it, though faded, she could still make out several wolves racing and mounting each other. The ones mounting were biting at the neck of the mounted. A tingle went through her spine and heat went down to her core at the image. As she looked closer, she could see dings in the metal, almost as if teeth were biting at it.

“That…” He was lost for words.

Staring at it now, she had to agree with him. “This looks older. Not twenty years older, but much older.” Hazel looked around the ground they were standing on. “The soil is fertile too. This thing should have been corroded or nearly destroyed by animals…”

“But all the animals we have found in the area are dead. I have not seen a single live one since we started digging here,” Arlo finished with fear in his eyes at what it could mean.

A sudden stubbornness came over Hazel. “I want to stay and dig some more.” She looked at Arlo, her eyes shining with new determination, “I want to figure out why this exists. I don’t care if it takes a day, or a year. I will figure out why such a cylinder is needed.”

Her companion frowned, but did not say anything. He was just as curious as her, though hesitant on staying longer than necessary.

“Alright. We’ll stay to do more, but I want to leave for a few days to round up some help so it is not just you and me out here,” He looked around the forest, a sudden shiver shook his body. “Something is off and I’d rather not be in the center of it.”

Hazel rolled her eyes. “Whatever makes you feel better, Arlo.”

After their discovery, the two of them called it a night. They covered the area with a tarp then retreated to their tents.

Hazel was hunched over her journal, documenting the day and find, when Arlo came into her tent.

“Don’t you know how to knock?” She asked without lifting her head. She had cleaned off the dirt the best she could and let her hair down so she could feel somewhat relaxed when going over the day in her head.

“I can’t knock on the tent door. Besides, it’s just me.”

Hazel lifted her head up to glare at him. He had two plastic cups and a bottle of wine in his hand, a sheepish smile decorated his face.

She held out her hand, “just because I am drinking your alcohol, doesn’t mean I forgive the invasion of privacy.”

His smile broadening, he opened the bottle and poured the liquid into the cups.

“I thought this would be appropriate since this is your first discovery, and a unique one at that!”

Hazel clenched her teeth, trying to hide the scowl that was threatening to break her face. “Thank you,” was all she could manage as she took the offered cup. She did not care for his sudden enthusiasm when just hours prior he complained nonstop.

He knows this discovery will make history. He wants the recognition, he wants his name in the journals, he wants the fame.

“You know,” Arlo began while sitting on her sleeping bag beside her, trapping her legs inside. “I’ve always admired your dedication to this field.”

Oh no.

“And I would like to stay by your side during this discovery, and the next, and the next…” He looked at her with hope and lust in his eyes.

Did he have a few drinks before coming in here?

Arlo moved to kiss her, but she ducked her head down so his lips landed in her hair.

“Gosh, Arlo! It is so late and I am exhausted. Could we save this for another night?” She asked hopefully, trying hard to disguise the repulsive feeling she was getting from him being so close. “I think now that I have settled down, my exhaustion is kicking in,” she feigned a yawn to drive the point home.

Arlo’s face dropped when her words registered.

“Oh. Ok, yeah. We can celebrate later,” he stood up, his back awkwardly hunched over in the short tent. “Um, enjoy the wine and sleep well.”

Hazel watched him leave as she pretended to get ready to sleep. Once he was gone, she dimmed her lamp and opened her journal. Notes of the strange metal were scribbled all over the pages, the length, the width, the odd markings, the sexual visuals. She included a list of such cylinders in ancient times, according to her computer, but none had the images this had.

Frustrated, Hazel took off her glasses and rubbed her eyes. She inhaled and exhaled, trying to breathe out the irritation and the nagging need to take care of herself.

Ever since she found the damn thing she had an ache growing in between her legs.

Another wave of sudden lust passed through her, making her stifle a groan. She looked over to where Arlo had his tent set up, and bit her lip.

No way in hell am I letting him take care of me, she scolded herself.

Deciding to air on the cautious side, she put her glasses back on, opened her tent zipper and peaked out. Her companion’s light was dimmed enough that she could see his sleeping silhouette through the thin fabric walls. Soft snores drifted to her, making her thank her lucky stars that he was past out.

I knew the bastard had come into my tent intoxicated.

Quickly, Hazel sealed up her tent and sprawled on top of her sleeping bag. She sighed as she let her hand wander down her body. She explored and caressed until she was a withering, wet mess. Her skin had become so sensitive she had to be gentle or she knew she would easily cum at the brush of her clit.

Just as she had her hand down her flannel pajama pants and was about to thrust a finger inside herself, she heard it.

It was a click of a nail against the sparse rocks on the dirt floor of the forest and a quiet sniff of the air. She heard a soft growl nearby, making her withdraw her hand immediately.

She sat up as she saw something touch her tent. It appeared to be a nose, smelling something that intrigued it. She watched as the fabric moved back and forth with its breathing, too scared to move.

The sound of the material getting cut made Hazel snap out of her trance. She grabbed her rock hammer and lifted it up in self defense.

A large, claw hand came through the split, the black of the sharp nails shining in the low light. Next a head peaked through, making Hazel’s eyes widen at the strange sight.

Its head was a wolf’s head, with teeth that were almost too large for its mouth and slobber dripping down them as he sniffed in the tent. Its dark, golden eyes reflected the light back, showing off the anger and lust that danced within them. He was standing on his hind legs, several feet taller than Hazel was, who was only five foot three inches. Stepping in, she saw more of his body, and her own body ached in betrayal. He had a human body except for the dark fur along his back and down his hind legs. A tail slowly moved behind him, not giving her any indication if he had friendly thoughts or not.

When he was fully inside the tent, hunched over yet not as awkward looking as Arlo had been, Hazel’s eyes dropped down to the appendage dangling between his legs. Her already wide eyes widened more.

Oh fuck, what the fuck is going on, why am I so turned on? This is so not ok, this thing is going to kill me.

With thousands of thoughts swirling in her head, she did not notice him looking around the tent. He lifted his snout and sniffed again.

Hazel looked past him at the open fabric, trying to gauge how far she could run before he caught her.

Not very far.

She knew her next step was to scream. She sucked in a breath when the beast lunged at her, covering her mouth with a claw. She wiggled and cried but the beast was strong. He held her down until she stopped moving, even then he continued to hold her down.

Being closer, her arousal was very noticeable.

He took in a deep breath and looked at her with one of his golden eyes. A flush creeped up her cheeks, making her look away in shame that he could scent her wetness.

A growl vibrated through the tent, sending thrills and chills through Hazel’s body.

“You took the collar,” a deep, guttural voice spoke.

Hazel squeezed her eyes tight, fear making her throat close up.

“Answer me,” a drip of saliva slid onto her cheek, making her whimper and shake.

The beast suddenly yanked the rock hammer out of her hands, “Answer me!”

Hazel nodded furiously, her eyes snapping open and looking at the beast holding her down.

“Mmmm,” he stared at her, his eyes glowing brighter and brighter. He sniffed the air again and opened his jaws in what could have been a smile.

The beast flipped her over onto her stomach and positioned her so her chest was on the ground and her ass was in the air. He grasped her hips with large hands, the claws digging into her plump flesh but gentle enough that they did not break the skin.

Unsure of what he was doing, Hazel took off her glasses and buried her face into the sleeping bag.

The beast put his nose up to her cunt and took a long, deep inhale.

Hazel yelped and tried to crawl away, but he held her tightly, the claws digging so much that she was sure there would be bruises.

He smelled her some more, taking his time enjoying her scent and listening to her frantic heartbeat.

As if the material was blocking some of her essence, the beast ripped her pajama bottoms off to reveal her pink, swollen pussy.

Hazel shivered as she felt her desire run down her legs.

The beast released a hot breath to tease her, making her whimper as she throbbed harder. She wiggled her hips and tried to push back so his snout would be at her core, but he leaned back.

“Yes or no,” He growled.

“Huh?” Hazel asked. Her head was fuzzy with need, she could barely understand what was going on, all she knew was that she needed something to relieve her.

The beast leaned into her sex, “yes.” Then he leaned back, making her whimper pathetically, “or no.”

Hazel finally understood what he meant.

He’s asking for permission?

She started to shake, unsure if it was from need or fear. Her head was screaming at her to not engage with this monstrous beast, yet her body was becoming perfidious with every second she waited.

Just a little relief. That’s right, I will ask him to help me then ask him to leave.

She turned her head enough that she could partially see his head. She nodded and opened her mouth to speak, only for the beast to shove the metal collar in her face.

“Lick it,” he said, his golden eyes watching every movement.

Hazel hesitated for a second before sticking out her pink tongue and cautiously giving the collar a lick. It tasted like cold metal, dirt, and submission.

The beast grunted his approval.

When she did not lick again, the beast slapped her ass hard. The sound echoed around them, making Hazel sure that Arlo would hear it and wake him.

Another dribble of desire leaked out of her from the slap. She could not believe how turned on she was, but she did not care anymore.

She wanted more.

So, she began licking the collar furiously, watching the beast the best she could as drool ran down her chin.

The beast growled and flared his nostrils, watching every second of her lose herself to his command.

When the collar was completely wet, the beast pulled it away and set it next to him. He grabbed her hips again and brought his mouth to her sex.

Hazel trembled with excitement, her hips moved closer to his snout, encouraging him to take a lick of her.

He did not keep her waiting long.

His hot, flat, large tongue glided over her slit in one slow stroke.

The movement nearly caused Hazel to orgasm immediately. She cried out in pleasure, no longer caring if her companion in the other tent woke up to her screams.

The beast licked her again, first starting at the nub that was incredibly swollen and sensitive, then he brought up his tongue to her soaking wet entrance. He curled his tongue and inserted it into her tight little hole, making her gasp and tremble. She tried to move away a little bit, but he would not allow it, keeping her in place with his big hands around her waist.

After a couple of pumps, the beast unfurrowed his tongue and continued its path up towards her other hole.

Hazel squeaked but could not move, so she had to endure him licking her relentlessly at her back door.

By the time the beast was done, Hazel was a panting, moaning wreck. She tried to turn her head to beg him for more, but he grabbed her head and shoved her face into her pillow, then he savagely attacked her clit.

She moaned loudly into her pillow, allowing the beast to ravage her. Her body rubbed on his tongue, wanting a release so badly she was willing to act just as savagely.

Then, taken completely by surprise, the beast put a finger to her asshole, gently rubbing the area.

The action was enough to tip Hazel over. Her orgasm ripped through her, making her scream into her pillow while stars danced across her closed eyes.

Her body quivered and tightened as she felt the tingles take over once the orgasm subsided. And the beast brought his tongue up to her cunt, cleaning the mess that spilt out of her in pleasure.

Hazel nearly collapsed, but the beast continued to hold her hips up, not caring that she was already exhausted. Instead, he continued to clean her until new desire started to leak and he heard her moaning wants covered by the pillow.

Taking away his snout, he pulled Hazel up and turned her so she was sitting on her butt facing him. He lowered himself to his knees and waited.

Hazel looked up at him, a lust and confused haze covered her eyes.

The beast grabbed her glasses and put them on her, then tilted her head down gently to show her what he wanted.

His member nearly hit her in the face once she got the jist of it.

“Oh shit,” she murmured as she got an eye full of the beast’s dick. It was long, thick and veiny. The sight of it made her mouth water instantly.

Tentatively, Hazel grabbed the shaft, noting how much heat was radiating off it, and brought her mouth to the tip. She closed her lips around it and began to suck.

The beast threw his head back and growled.

Fascinated by his reaction, Hazel brought more of him into her mouth and started moving her hand up and down while the other one gently grabbed his heavy balls and messaged them.

He grunted and grabbed a fist full of her hair, helping her guide his dick deeper into her mouth until she felt him hit the back of her throat.

She gagged, but he did not release her. Instead, he pumped his hips and encouraged her to take more.

With tears streaming down her face, Hazel looked up at the monstrous beast over her glasses, watching him watch her please him.

Suddenly, he pulled out her mouth, ripped off her flannel shirt and sprayed hot cum over her lips, breasts, and glasses.

Hazel gasped, again shocked at how warm the beast was and how much he was able to produce. She was nearly completely covered.

The beast let his tongue slide out his mouth as he panted, watching the girl in front of him lick the salty cum off her lips. He took his own clawed hand and rubbed the sticky mess on her glasses and chest, teasing the nipples until they were hard pebbles again.

A feeling of pride and desire swelled inside of him, making his cock hard again. With the air smelling of her fresh arousal, he knew the girl was ready to go again.

With a snarling growl, the beast reached for the collar that was beside him. He opened it, the hinges giving a groan in protest, then wrapped it around Hazel’s neck.

With the cachink from it closing, Hazel stared in awe of what the beast was doing with the metal cylinder she had found.

Once he knew it was locked, the beast flipped her on her knees again with her ass in the air. He pressed his cock at her entrance, teasing her little cunt until his tip was covered in her wetness.

He leaned over and brushed Hazel’s hair aside before licking the collar as if it was her neck.

When she started to beg and grind against his dick, he bit down on the collar and thrust himself into her wet heat.

Hazel screamed in pleasure and pain, feeling so stretched and so full she was sure she would pass out.

The beast pulled back, his jaws still clenched tightly around her neck, then he thrust again, biting the collar harder.

Gripping onto the sleeping bag, Hazel whimpered and panted. She was beginning to understand why there was such a collar. If she did not have it, he would have bit through her neck amidst the pleasure they were both feeling.

His thrusts became faster, more urgent, matching his need to continue to bite at her neck.

Hazel could feel the metal bend with his powerful jaws, but she could not be happier that she had it.

After another thrust, and another savage bite, Hazel came hard. She screamed loud while the beast mercilessly pounded her pussy.

She came down from her orgasm shaking again, but the beast was not done.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him and started to rut her, thrusting so deep and hard Hazel was seeing stars.

With the beast’s rhythm getting frantic, she began to feel something swell inside her. It was deep and stretched her further, making her wince but still enjoying the feel of it rubbing against her inner walls.

A claw suddenly appeared at her asshole. The pad of his thumb circled the hole before gently pushing in.

Hazel jumped when she felt his claw touching her skin, but he did not push further. Instead he rumbled his chest so his hand felt like it was vibrating.

The sensation made her eyes roll back.

And just as quickly, she came again.

The beast felt her clamp down on his swollen cock, only taking another thrust for him to join her.

As he came, he threw his head back and howled loudly, staking his claim on the human while painting her pussy walls with his hot cum.

Once they came down from their high and the beast pulled out, he turned her around and grabbed her by the throat, the collar protecting her delicate skin.

“You are mine,” He said in his growlish voice, making Hazel warm all over again.

“You will be coming with me to the Bowels of the Underworld as my slave. You will serve me, satisfy me, and worship me.”

Hazel felt the lust deep within her. She heard his words over her own inner thoughts.

No, you must stay. You enjoyed him, but now it is time for him to leave.

She opened her mouth to say just that, but different words fell past her lips.

“Yes, Master.”

The beast grinned evilly, his teeth dripping with slaver and his golden eyes glowing brightly.

“Come, my little slut. Keep up and I will fuck you till you pass out,” He promised.

Without further hesitation, Hazel followed the beast into the night.

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