The beast

My Nude body lying prone on the dark moss-covered ground, in the heart of the woods
 
I am alerted by a sound far in the distance, I slowly stand up my tresses falling partially covering my body
 
My ears straining to detect in what direction the sound is coming from, the sound growing louder
 
I feel the ground shaking beneath my feet, there is a tightness in my chest, and I see a form coming towards me.
 
The size of the beast as its eyes stare at me intently keep me rooted to the spot.
 
It’s slowly approaching me I close my eyes, I feel hot breath on my neck.
 
I hear the beast breathing in my scent, I feel his hand go around my neck keeping me locked in place
 
His huge form pressed against mine, I feel as if I am enveloped in him  
 
His hand releases my neck and the spell is broken, I start to run I feel the branches of trees catching my hair.
 
I don’t hear anything behind me, but I don’t stop running, my lungs feel as if they are going to explode
 
I feel a tug of my hair and I pass it off as a branch snagging it, then the pressure increases
 
My momentum is halted, and I feel myself being pulled back, I look over my shoulder and the beast has my hair wrapped around his huge hand.  
 
I try to fight against the pull, but his strength makes pulling me back into his grasp easy work
 
I look up at him, black hungry eyes stare back at me. His mouth slightly open and tongue licking his full lips as if he is about to devour me.
 
My body is trembling with fear and something else that I don’t want to admit to myself.
 
I turn my head away and grabs my face making me look at him once more, I want to close my eyes, but I fear what type of response that would elicit in the beast.
 
He lifts me up and slings me over his solder, I start moving to attempt to fight back and I feel a slap on my ass.
 
No words are spoken but I know that I was warned and to persist would only encourage his ire.  
 
I try to see where he is taking me, but the terrain is shrouded in the darkness I just see a blur.  
 
He is moving at an unnatural speed, I would fear falling if his grasp on my waist was not like a death grip.
 
I feel him slow and then come to a stop, we enter a dimly lit den. I feel the heat of a fire warm my cold flesh.
 
He puts me down surprisingly delicately given his aggressive manner and possessive hands.
 
I shrink back against a wall, trying to hide he just looks at me with those dark eyes.
 
He walks slowly toward me and grabs my hand pulling me as he walks towards the center of the den.
 
He pushes me down and I try to fight against it to no avail, one forceful motion and I am on my knees.
 
I pull my hand from his grasp and he releases my so my body rocks back almost falling back.
 
He grabs me and looks down at me, I gasp at the intensity in his eyes and the raw need
a blush spreads across my body and unexpected and unwanted reaction.
 
His hands slide down my neck to my breast, he caress them softly and then grasps one of my nipples between his fingers and pinches roughly.  
 
A gasp escapes my lips and I feel moisture building between my legs, the beast drops down next to me.
 
His finger still grasping my nipple and his other hand grabbing my other breast with his rough hand
 
My head leans back exposing my neck and I feel his mouth there, his sharp teeth scrapping my sensitive skin.
 
The feel of his mouth on my skin and his hands playing with my breast have me grasping at his arms trying to keep myself upright.
 
His hands and mouth leave my body and simultaneously and my eyes snap open, I feel so empty.
 
He begins pushing me back and my trembling legs collapse beneath me as my body is laid back.
 
I feel the rough floor digging into my skin, I see the beast crawling over my body.
 
His hair slowly caressing my body as he moves, my mind is caught between the need to run and the want of running my hands over the powerful form above me.
 
I smell his scent and it is intoxicating, my head swims with the pressing need it causes.
 
The beasts hand moves to my throat and mouth hovers above my own, the sounds of the fire and our breath mingling.
 
The feel of his lips lowering to mine and the nip of his teeth on my lip causing me to open my mouth.
 
His lips cover mine as his hand tightens on my throat as if attempting to inhale my essence with the kiss.
 
The beasts other hands return to the sweet torture they are inflicting on my breasts, our lips never break contact.
 
I feel his weight pressing down on me and my thighs being pushed open by one of his powerful legs.
 
Not a word has been spoken since taking me into his world, but I feel like him in my mind.
 
My body naturally responding to his silent command, the response as old as time.
 
The pressure of his thick cock between my thighs, I pull back not wanting to feel the things I feel.
 
He releases my mouth and I gasp staring at him as his hand slowly raises and clasps around my throat.
 
Those eyes looking deeply into mine, I feel the head of his hardness pushing inside my body fighting the girth.
 
Slowly pushing in inch by inch looking at me the entire time, gauging my reaction.
 
I close my eyes not wanting him to see what the maddening pace is doing to me, I don’t know if I should retreat or slam my hips toward the pleasure I am seeking.
 
I feel the entire girth of him push inside and my tightness squeezing around his manhood, the sound of his deep growl, the first sound I heard uttered from his lips.
 
If it was not for his heavy form and the strong hand at my throat, I would be unable to contain my body in the desire to meet his thrust.
 
For a moment there is stillness and the sound of silence, then within an instant, I feel him pull out and slam back inside my body.
 
I scream with the feel of every inch of my body being taken by this savage and untamed beast.
 
With every thrust I am unwinding, the only sound coming are my whimpers as I drown in the pleasure of sensation.
 
I feel the friction and the intensity building I am writing as my body is being ravaged, the ground beneath me leaving painful marks on my flesh.
 
I feel the climax hurtling to me and the scream I let out ringing out and reverberating back hitting my ears. The penetration so deep I feel it in my soul.
 
The primal feel of the possession of my body, the tightened of his hand on my throat.
 
The feeling of the final thrust and the heat pouring into my body as the beast bay's let's me know that I have satisfied the inordinate needs of the wolf.  
 
The wolf that prays on me in my dreams, the wolf who now possess my mind, body, and soul.