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Day 1 The first thing Raine noticed was how much her head hurt. She’d never experienced a hangover before, but she had read a few stories of how it felt, and this matched the descriptions perfectly; A dull, heavy ache in the back of her head; A nausea lurking far in the back of her throat; The feeling of slowly spinning in a weightless void even though she could feel the hard, cold ground beneath her. What had she been doing earlier? She tried tracing back her memories. She’d been traveling with the others… Maren. Sythe and the little squirrel. Karen. The guy with the red hair. The shady yet unnervingly handsome assassin wolf. The first and only real friends she’d ever had. Then they’d encountered some kind of magical barrier… And then… Raine lurched on the ground, and only now did she feel it: how her hands were bound behind her back by a strong metal chain, and how much the hard ground reminded her of the dungeon she’d been locked in when her mother was usurped and they were both thrown into cellars. The young woman tried her best to stay calm, but failed miserably. It all came back to her now. The magical barrier had been conjured by a fox disguised as a human. He had talked about capturing certain wolves. About killing them all, save for the assassin, and… The panic crept up her neck like a wildfire, hot and unstoppable. Where was she? What had happened to the others? What would happen to her?! As she tried to open her eyes and rise to her feet, Raine discovered a few more things; One. There was a blindfold across her face, and it really made no difference whether her eyes were open or not. Two. Something was wrong with gravity; when she tried to scramble into a crouch, all she managed was to topple painfully onto her side and smack her head into the stone ground. Three. She was still in her wolf form, and her clothes were almost ripped from the strain of sitting on a person two sizes above what they were designed for. Four. She was not alone. “Good afternoon, snowball.” With her face along the ground and her head spinning, she wasn’t quite sure where the voice came from, but she assumed it was behind her. “You took your time waking up. I’ve been sitting here for quite a while, watching you murmur in your sleep. I was about to shock you awake, but it looks like that won’t be necessary now. This wouldn’t be any fun if you were asleep.” The voice spoke in keidran, with smoother vowels than the wolves she’d travelled with, but rougher than a human’s. There was also the sound of paw pads on stone, coming closer. Oh good merciful gods, no. In the much too short time she’d spent with her mom, there was one thing she’d heard so many times, a wish that Mary had repeated almost like a mantra to her: “There are men out there who are just evil. Some people whose single wish is to pluck little flowers like you, and nothing more. Promise me you will stay away from them, no matter what.” Raine tried once again to move, this time successfully; In something between a crawl and a scuttle did she tumble across the ground, trying and failing to focus as she panicked fully; Through the sound of her own thundering breath she heard the footsteps speeding up, along with the cold voice. “Where are you going, Snowball? You’re about to crawl into a-” She didn’t catch the rest of the sentence, as her face smacked into another hard surface, and she plopped pathetically onto the floor again. Raine ignored the tears that were starting to spring forth under the blindfold and forced herself to focus. Teleportation. She’d done it on accident a couple times before, but it was pretty simple when she thought about it: All she had to do was wish herself to be somewhere else. As the footsteps stopped right next to her, she thought about Maren grooming her tail as she drowsed off in the hot spring. How peaceful and calm that place was. She scrunched her face and whimpered. It didn’t work! There was a haze across her mind, and the more she focused, the more it hurt. The blindfold began to grow moist. “Are you trying to use magic?” The voice mocked. “That’s adorable. Have you noticed the little collar around your neck? Do you know what that does, Snowball?” Oh, she knew all too well what the bloody collar did. “You may notice how you’re feeling a little under the weather. Carver told me you seemed to possess some strange magical abilities. Told me you saw right through his disguise spell.” The voice reached a lower tone; earlier it had held the façade of a friendly demeanour, but now it was openly hostile. “No wolf can do that. Not that I know of, and definitely not without mana crystals.” Raine could’ve sworn she felt the warm waft of minty breath on her face, and it was one of the most disgusting things she’d ever smelt. “…I had the honour of ransacking you personally after you were brought in. Can you guess what I didn’t find on your body, scantily clad as you were? Mana crystals. Do you know what that means, little snowball? Hm?” Raine had nothing. She wished so dearly for any sort of comeback or snarky remark to put this person in his place, but her head was so filled with panic that all she managed was to press herself harder against the wall. “…It means I will have to search you more thoroughly.” The smooth voice concluded, and Raine yelled in fear as a firm hand closed itself around her ankle and pulled. She lost what little balance she'd had as the keidran yanked her away from the wall and twisted her forcibly onto her back. With her free leg she kicked desperately into thin air, claws splayed as she flailed. One of her wild sweeps actually made contact with what felt like a wolf's snout, and she was rewarded with a yelp and a growl. Then a laugh. “Hah! A fighter, huh?” The grip on her ankle let go, and she scurried backwards, foot-claws scraping loudly on the floor “Good... Yes, I like that. I like that very much.” There was a hunger in the voice more horrifying than anything Raine had ever heard. She almost wished she was back in the rain, wounded and under attack from assassins again. That would've been better than spending another second with her hands bound, blinded and on her back with a monster somewhere in front. The wolf was now panting loudly, and there was a new scent in the air; a brutish, intrusive and rough musk. It had been in her nose while she'd been traveling with the two wolves, but never this strong. Now it filled her snout and almost made her gag. She realized it was the smell of male keidran, or more specifically, keidran cock, now fully unsheathed and probably pointing at her face. She tried to focus again, this time on speaking. She did have some leverage, and this keidran didn't strike her as the sharpest tool in the shed. “You better s-stop right there, keidran.” She stuttered. Gods, why was her voice so weak even as a wolf? “Do you not know who I am? My mother is Grand Templar Mary Silverlock, and you will be making a huge mistake if you carry through with... with...” Her voice failed her. She just realized she'd been speaking in Human. Though she couldn't see him, she could almost feel the keidran shrugging. “Eh.” He puffed. “I know you speak keidran, so don't try and stump me with language barriers. And you being the daughter of a former Grand Templar is very interesting. You and I are going to have a nice little talk about that once we've had our fun here... But let's not rush. We have plenty of time.” This time the hands gripped both her ankles at the same time and pulled her legs apart so hard her femur creaked in pain. She tried to kick, but it was futile; the wolf rushed in between her legs and shifted his grip to her hips, so all her flailing accomplished was to bring more pain to her knees as she squirmed and whimpered. Somewhere in the back of her head, she came to the conclusion that this wolf must've had a lot of practice in rape; the way he shifted his weight to pin her one leg to the ground so he could free up an arm seemed eerily well practiced. “Boy shorts... My, how modest for an adult lady. How old are you, exactly?” She felt something tug at the top of her pants. She kicked again, and this time she almost got free before he leaned forwards and pinned her to the ground. The disgustingly fresh breath almost made her throw up; his face must be right above hers. She bared her teeth and lunged upwards, but her jaws only snapped shut around air. “I'm eighteen, you scruffy little... dog! L-let go of me!” It sounded like he almost swallowed his tongue. “Eigh-what?! How in the hell are you older than me? You hardly look past nine!” For the first time, he sounded genuinely surprised. Now did not seem like the time to explain to this asshole how human aging worked, as his hand found its way past the top of her shorts, fingers searching deftly through the fluff down there. “J-just STOP! Please! I d-don't wan-nnh!” The keidran's fingers had found what they were looking for; A furry, rough digit jammed itself into her, pressed its way deep past her clenched lips and pushed against a spot inside her that no one had ever touched. What had meant to be a defiant “No!” turned into a gasping sob as it left her mouth. The feeling was so disgusting, forbidden and wrong, her mind nearly shut itself down. Her tail went up between her legs as an instinct, but it was futile: he was already inside her, fingerpad massaging away. She hated how it sent a shock up her spine, hated how her gasps began to sound like moans. His breath was in her ear once again: “See, Snowy? Not so bad once you get started. This will go much smoother if you just relax and let it happen. Now take a deep breath...” Then another finger made its way in, and no 'deep breath' could've helped her prepare for it. Her lips stretched wide to accommodate the added width, and a loud whine escaped her throat as he squeezed them both in all the way to the knuckles. A loud whine, followed by a sore whimper. This was not how it should have gone. Raine had lived for so many years in a lonely shed, with nothing but dusty old books as company. Among them were many tomes on magic, which were her favourite. Then there had been a few on Mekkan history, some science books, and WAY too many romance novels. With heavy conscience and a deep blush, she'd also found the hidden compartment behind the shelf, which contained a stash of erotica. She had spent more than a few lonely nights fantasizing of what it would be like to lose her virginity. She'd always hoped for a gentle lover, someone who really cared for her in a way no one else could. Maybe they'd do it under an abandoned oak tree on a warm spring evening, or cuddled up in bed on a freezing winter night. That's usually how it happened in the books from the hidden compartment; slow, gentle and compassionate. She'd always liked those stories the most. By another thrust of the wolf's fingers, she was yanked back to reality with a stifled gasp. His breath was heavy now, and he pulled out of her with a growl. She noticed how wet his hand was as it slipped past her mons and grabbed the top of her shorts once again, pulling it down. “Atta girl.” He mumbled. “Now if you'll just lie still, I'll get these shorts out of the way. Then we can really get started.” His hands were on her hips again, this time putting them together. Then she felt the shorts sliding upwards past her butt as he undressed her. It was in this second that Raine realized something. That from where the wolf was positioned, his face must be directly next to her paws. That he was so busy slipping her pants off, he would be vulnerable to a kick. With the fastest and strongest move she'd ever done, Raine Silverlock flexed her newfound Keidran muscles, and bucked. This time both her paws connected with a satisfying smack, right in the wolf's jaw. He was lighter than she'd expected, and it seemed like she lifted his entire weight and sent him flying, because she heard him landing a few feet away with a thud a split second later. Gasping and panting, she spun in what she hoped was the opposite direction, rolled onto her stomach and began to crawl like a larva, both hands still bound on her back. The fabric in her shorts were ripped, and they were stuck halfway down her legs, but crawl she did. She had to make it, had to somehow get out of this nightmare before he... Her heart nearly froze as the wolf groaned behind her. “Arrgghh... Snowy bitch. Damn near broke my... Grhhh-” This time there was no slow and menacing walk. No sound of foot pads slowly approaching her. Without so much as a sound he crashed down upon her, knocking the air from her lungs as she was pressed into the cold floor. His legs lured themselves in between hers, spreading them wide. She felt one hand between her legs again, and another one around the base of her tail, ripping it away from the defensive position between her thigs. “You know, Snowball, I was originally going to be gentle with you.” He growled in her ear. “Not a whole lot of virgins at your age, and never anyone quite so pretty. Thought I would make it special. Maybe even remove your blindfold.” Something warm and hard poked at the fluff above her slit, and if the smell hadn’t made it obvious enough what it was, the slick and sticky texture sure as hell did. Wolf dick. “…How stupid of me to think you were anything more than an average slut. Hell, in a few seconds you won’t even be a virgin. I almost regret giving you the privilege of foreplay. Most don’t even get that.” The wolf’s index finger found her clit and took to rubbing it heavily. The moan came halfway out her nose, and halfway through her gritted teeth. “See?” he mused. “Your body likes it. In the end you will always be a weak woman, controlled by a woman’s body. And if your body likes my fingers, then I can promise you it will love THIS!” His fingers spread her labia wide, and she felt him thrust with his hips before the impact itself. With the full weight of his body behind it, the head of his cock split her open, rammed past her lips and into the depths of her pussy. She screamed sorely as something inside her broke, but he paid her no mind; he only increased the pressure and squeezed himself further in, stretching her until it felt like she would tear. The second scream was more like a whimper: Short, strained and low. “So… tight.” He groaned. “Not gonna last long like this. Think I’ll keep you around, actually.” tears were streaming freely down Raine’s face now, having fully saturated the blindfold. The pain was almost as bad as the shame as the wolf went all the way in one go, and her stretched vulva was greeted by a meaty knot. His hands fastened themselves around her hips. When he pulled out, she could feel a few drops of warm liquid run down her inner thigh. The wolf whistled. “Whew. You really were a virgin. I know a popped cherry when I see one. Congratulations on making it to eighteen with such a pretty face. Most girls like you would get swarmed the moment they pass eight, maybe even sooner.” Then he stabbed back in, all the way to the knot once again. As dearly as she wished to remain stoic, to not grant him the satisfaction, Raine couldn’t stop the yelp of pain from trickling out past her teeth; The wolf’s cock just hurt too much. Soon her back was warmed by his chest; it really was true what she’d read about keidran reproduction. That they fucked like dogs. His claws dug into her hips, and his full weight pressed her chest into the floor so she could feel her tears pool beneath her chin. His hips began to work like a piston, gyrating in a circular motion: Down and out, then in and up. The sound of a low wet slap haunted her for every thrust, and her whole body was scraped against the floor. But the worst part of all this was not the pain. No, the pain was slowly turning to a warm numbness in her groin. The absolute worst part of all this, what made her cry into the blindfolds, was the sense of warm pleasure spreading through her like a malicious tendril. The way her body submitted so easily the very moment he’d penetrated and filled her, how her tail no longer fought to cover her bits, but was slung casually over her back and to the side. How she without noticing had spread her legs to make it easier. His breath was in her ear again, panting now. “I told you it would feel good, Snowball. I didn’t expect you to give up this easily, but everyone folds sooner or later. Who knows, you might even enjoy it once I’ve had you a few times.” She… she would never… Between two sobs came a traitorous moan, knocked out of her by a particularly hard thrust. Then, as he put two fingers down to pinch her clit, came another. It really felt like she was fighting her own body more than she was fighting him at this point, and soon the moans came rolling out every time he forced himself into her. “Such a good girl!” He mused, like a man training his dog. “I push a button, and you let me in. I push another, and you moan for me. I wonder, will you cum for me too? Because I think you will.” It really was pointless. There was no escaping his grasp. He had her pinned to the floor, tied up and helpless. There was no escaping her own body either. Part of the unwanted pleasure, something was building in her groin. She knew she wouldn’t be able to fight the orgasm. Raine had always had a strong imagination. When reading the fantasy, romance or smut novels in her little room, she’d often take breaks to shut her eyes and envision herself in the protagonist’s place, be it a brave knight fighting dragons, or a young woman in bed with her lover. If she tried hard enough, she could almost make it feel entirely real. Now she shut her eyes again, redundant as it was with the blindfold making everything black. The smell of steamy water, fallen leaves and grass slowly filled her nose, washing out the scents of musty basement and keidran penis. The hot springs. Maren, Karen, the assassin and the one with the red hair had all gone to bed hours ago. Her and Sythe had stayed up to chat about her keidran body, and how it worked. Raine grit her teeth. It was such a shallow fantasy. But it was better than reality right now. He had locked his hands around her belly, careful not to hurt her with his claws. It was painful at the start, but sweet at the same time; to think she was finally together with someone else, that they could make love under the stars like this. His tongue was at her neck, giving her a slow lick. This time she let the moan come free and loud. It was okay, the others wouldn’t hear. They’d never wake up. It was just her and… Sythe. His cock pumped away steadily, and his hands had snuck up to undo her bra. His fingers were deft as they cupped her breasts and rubbed away at her nipples. She was getting really close now. They both were. His member throbbed inside her, and the next moan was closer to a scream. Then she was yanked away by a sharp pain in her neck. The warm and comfy oasis was ripped away, and once again the young woman found herself on the cold floor of some dungeon, tied up and raped by a wolf she didn’t even know. The wolf had shut his jaws around her neck. Sharp fangs dug into her skin, and even the yelp of pain was stifled by what came next: With a hungry grunt, he squeezed forward. Slow but hard. Once again, his knot pushed against her underside, but this time he didn’t pull back. He kept going, like pressing into a wall. And with a sinking feeling and a strong, stretching pain, Raine felt herself open a little wider around his knot. Then, as much as she tried to fight it, she came. Her whole body contracted a little as the orgasm lured its way through her system. She clenched involuntarily around his knot, before loosening up, convulsing. He used the moment of weakness to give one last push into her open vulva, and this time his knot slipped in with a wet slap, and Raine howled as the orgasm took full hold of her. Her arms flexed and struggled feebly against the cuffs. Her legs kicked weakly before giving way under the wolf’s weight, sending her down on her belly with a thud. Her whole body was ablaze, and the meagre wetness from the tears running down her jaw did nothing to douse it. Then the fire in her bosom was joined by a wet warmth in her womb. The wolf’s dick poked at her cervix, and a rivulet of hot spunk fired straight through it, into her most forbidden chamber. Then came another. And another. Raine could do nothing but cry. Cry as he grunted into her shoulder, cry as her womb overflowed with his warmth. This was how keidran claimed their mates: With teeth on the outside, and cum on the inside. She was being bred, and there was nothing she could do about it, no way out. Her tongue rolled out onto the floor. The forced orgasm was short, and now that it ran out, she felt horrible. He was still pumping away inside her, knot throbbing against her lips, cum trickling down onto the ground. Her freakishly long hair had turned into a mess in her wet face, and she found herself absently chewing on strands of it. Eventually his thrusts came to a halt, and he laid casually on top of her with his snout next to her ear. “There you go, Snowy. See how easy that was? All you gotta do is let me do all the work. You’re actually pretty good at this once you get into it. Or your body is, anyways. But you’ll come around in a few days, I’ll show you.” The only reply she could muster came in the form of a quiet sob. She just wanted to sleep. Sleep without dreams, and then wake up to see Maren again. Maybe give her a hug, and cry into her purple hair. There was a hand in her hair, stroking her neck. She knew it belonged to the awful keidran, but for now she imagined it was Maren, brushing her it to straighten it out after days of travel. Slowly, the room started spinning again. It felt like she was falling. Or maybe floating. The wolf said something, but she didn’t hear. Exhausted from stress, pain and sadness, Raine Silverlock passed out.

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