Two young women alone in the forest at night: Werewolf Horror
It was Halloween and Justina and I were on our way to the party through a dark forest broken only by the moonlight.
I felt cheeky in my skimpy witch costume, the fresh night air tingling on my bare skin. Justina laughed next to me, her kitten costume accentuating every curve of her graceful body.
We talked about the guys at the party and couldn’t wait to get there.
Suddenly Justina fell silent.
“Did you hear that?” Her voice sounded worried.
I paused. A long, deep howl echoed through the trees, making my skin tingle and the air around us seem colder. My heart rate increased.
“What… was that?” I whispered, but I didn’t really want to know.
Then there was a growl, loud and deep, followed by a rustling in the bushes.
We didn’t even know what was happening when a huge figure jumped out of the shadows towards us. A werewolf. Huge, muscular, his eyes glowed in the dark forest.
He moved faster than I could have imagined. Justina screamed, every sound caught in my mouth.
“Run!” Justina screamed and turned around. We started running, stumbling through the bushes, but I heard the growling getting closer and closer.
Justina suddenly screamed. I turned around and saw her stumble and fall. The werewolf was on top of her in an instant. With a single grip, he pulled her onto the tree trunk.
“Justina!” I screamed, my legs paralyzed. The werewolf had grabbed her tightly, holding her waist with brute force, pushing her down.
His claws tore the kitten costume to shreds in seconds, the pieces falling to the ground until she lay naked on the tree trunk in front of him, her perfect ass sticking up in the air, the moonlight shining on her skin.
She was shaking, but her moans were mixed with fear. I suspected the worst. But what followed was something I never expected.
Chased, grabbed and banged in front of his girlfriend
The werewolf growled and before I could even react, he grabbed my girlfriend. Hard, brutal, he penetrated her from behind.
Justina screamed, but her screams soon turned into moans. Her fingers dug into the bark of the tree trunk as the werewolf continued to pound into her mercilessly.
His cock was huge, thick, and each thrust made her hips slam against the wood.
I could see her arching, her body shaking, but she didn’t resist. On the contrary, she began to arch in time with his movements, her cries becoming deep, pleasurable sounds.
Could this be true?
I should have kept running, away, far away from here. But I couldn’t look away.
His claws gripped her hips tighter, pulling her deeper onto him. Each thrust made her ass jiggle, sweat glistened on her skin, and I saw Justina’s back arch even further.
Her eyes closed, her moans grew louder. She was enjoying it. I could see it in the look on her face, the way she moved, the way her body moved toward him with each thrust.
The pain and fear turned into pleasure.
Suddenly Justina moaned loudly. Her legs trembled, her fingers dug deeper into the bark and with one last deep thrust she exploded.
Her orgasm was unmistakable. Her screams broke the silence of the forest as her body arched under the force of his cock.
The werewolf held her tight, his cock seemed to be pulsing and I was sure he was about to unload inside her.
I couldn’t breathe. My heart was racing, but I was transfixed by the scene before me.
Justina’s limp body sagged forward, but the werewolf was obviously not yet completely satisfied, because as soon as his claws had let go of my friend, he turned to me.