Making her way back through the forest was much easier that Janine
thought it would be. She could make out the werewolf's paw prints in
the dirt, could follow the heavy musk his sweaty fur left on nearby
leaves. She could even smell his semen where scant drops had been
left along the trail.
Janine didn't stop to wonder about this. She ran, ran with a purpose,
but also ran for the pleasure of running, She was thankful for the
moon; it gave her light to see by, along with surges of adrenaline to
make the panic run easier. Her ruined clothing refused to stay
wrapped around her body. She discarded it without care, feeling
somehow more comfortable with running naked.
She reached the campsite, saw it in ruins. The tent was clawed
straight through, lying in tatters on the ground. Carly was face-down
and half-conscious in the dirt, with dribbling cum on her chin and in
her pussy. Vivian was being mounted nearby, moaning and gasping in a
hybrid of pain and pleasure as the werewolf fucked her with savage,
snarling strokes. He was nowhere near as gentle with the punk girl as
he'd been with Janine, rutting her like any animal would. The whole
scene didn't shock her; for reasons she couldn't fathom, she began to
get turned on. She felt her slit moisten once more, and began
salivating alone with her rising body heat.
Vivian looked up, tears running her dark mascara. "Janine...help me..."
Finn looked up to Janine, after jamming his cock deep inside Vivian
to shut her up. "Good, you have returned, my mate." He indicated
Carly's prone body with a thick claw. "I give you this one to sate
your pleasure."
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