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Xmas Stream Writing Prompt - Werewolf Vs Giantess
🕑 Added 2017-12-25 14:57:44 +0000 UTC The moon was full, and his feral blood sang within his lupine veins. He paused under the bow of an Eldar tree and looked up. The sky was virtually cloudless, and the stars were a carpet of shimmering lights. Tibarn was tall for his pack. Standing just over seven feet with silver fur and golden colored eyes. A simple woven cloth covered his waist and hung down to his knees. Around his neck was the badge of his clan. A wolf’s paw over a waning moon. He let go of the medallion, realizing he was clutching at it like a talisman. Tibarn couldn’t stay here for long.With the lunar cycle in full swing, he needed a place to hunt in peace. Somewhere away from the soft squishy humans that covered the earth. He leaped forward and through the line of bushes. In less than a minute he was bounding through the grass of an open field. In the distance, a dilapidated mansion was slowly crumbling into ruin. There were no lights, and the old structure called to him. Its pull was a magnet to his sense and his powerful legs carried him toward it.
Inside the grounds, it was as abandoned as he hoped. Deer and rabbits scattered at his approach and he gleefully howled into the night. Here Tibarn could hunt without restraint. In his fervor, he chased a young buck into the mansion hall, and up the stairs. What he didn’t notice was the ancient door closing after him.
In the sudden darkness, a woman stood. Her hand was on the door, but her eyes followed the handsome creature to the second floor. The giantess was easily over seven feet tall, with pale skin, and voluptuous proportions. Hilda Gisela was a woman of noble fae birth, one who had been spurned on her night of matrimony. She had waited, long… long years for a man of special breeding. Though not human, the man that entered her house was definitely unique. Tonight, the werewolf wasn’t the only one on the hunt. Her smile was as brilliantly white as the wedding dress she wore.
Instead of following him directly she turned down the hall and headed toward the east wing. Her quarry was unaware of her just yet, and she would use that to her advantage.
The deer was fast and this house had been it’s home for years. It dodged right as he lunged across the second-floor hallway toward it. His claws sliced an ancient painting, and he gave a small snarl as his prey bounded away. The damn thing even had the audacity pause in its flight. He gathered himself and gave chance as it pranced down a side parlor. It led him past a collapsed bedroom with weeds growing from the bed, and down a second set of stairs.
Though it was fast, he was catching up. His claws itched to sink into its hide, and his teeth ached to punch into its thick throat. Tibarn could already taste the flavor of its blood on his tongue. The deer bounded into a massive ballroom. The cleaned and polished tiles should have been a warning, but the thrill of the hunt was upon him. His claws sank into the plush carpet and he threw himself forward. As he passed through the open doors an arm shot out catching him in the neck. A second hand, equal to his own closed around his outstretched forearm.
He was bodily brought down knocked the floor in a flash of white frills. Instinctively he brought his legs up to kick the attacker away but a weight settled over his chest. He looked up into a very human face, one that was larger than normal. She had hair the color of gold, which was ringed with a diamond tiara. What surprised him was the strength that the woman possessed. No matter how much he struggled she refused to budge.
She let go of his wrist and he tried to claw her. He was in full fight mode, and this creature had the strength equal to a clan member. His sharp talons sliced through the side of her dress but did almost nothing to her pale white skin.
“How dare you,” she said hauling him from the ground. It was now he realized just how tall she as Tibran was forced between her enormous breasts. With a snap of her fingers, a dust-covered piano began to play near the corner. Its keys were yellow with age, but the notes that floated from its strings were pitch perfect.
He attempted to pull away, but Hilda caught his claw in hers. Human fingers interlaced between his talons, and he was dragged into her. She smelled human, mostly human, but he caught the scent of something fae. Her eyes danced as they looked down into his.
“The dress was a gift of my fathers. How very rude of you.” She said again. He growled in response, but his body was pushed backward. They ended up in the center of the ballroom, and the woman spun him around. Despite himself, the smell of the woman was making his blood rise in other places. He did the only thing he could think of, play along. The piano music filled the vast room, and they slowly waltzed. She took the lead, of course.
After almost an hour he got his chance. Hilda turned her head at the sound of something he closed his mouth over her throat and bit down. The pearls around her neck were no protection, but his teeth failed to do more than scar her skin.
She made a startled, but not entirely displeased cry. Tibarn was bodily picked up again, and thrown to the ground. The wind was knocked from him as the tiles cracked and shattered. She sat atop him, but this time he couldn't hide the bulge under his cloth.
“You sir, are a wild one.” She said to him and he growled clawing at her throat again. The pearl necklace snapped and each white stone went flying. Hilda bent punched his chest and it felt like a truck hitting him. Blood sprayed from his mouth in flecks and he coughed.
While he was disoriented Hilda reached down and tore his waistcloth off. His red engorged cock twitched in the cool air. The imprisoned beast was free, and its head glistened in the moonlight. She gasped at his size, and a fire kindled in her own core. This was better than she’d hoped. Her body shifted and she took hold of his shaft. Foreplay would have to wait another day. It had been too long, and she was ready now.
Hilda spread her dress around them and sank quickly onto him. The walls of her sex stretched wide to envelop him. The werewolf froze, and she leaned forward to pin his wrists to the tile. Its eyes were a beautiful golden hue, and she admired them for a few seconds while she grew used to his size. Finally, she rose up the length of his manhood and slammed down onto his cock. The tiles splintered further and cracked radiated in all direction.
Tibarn howled and Hilda joined him. The blood in his veins was on fire, but the heat of her pussy was like molten metal. She lifted her hips again and despite his instincts thrust up to meet her. His hips popped as they crashed back to the ground. Their bodies thundered together drowning out the sound of Mozart. Something in his face must have changed, for Hilda let go of his wrists. She slid her fingers through his silver fur to his wide muscled chest. He reached up grabbing her hips, but instead of pushing her away. He sank his claws into her flesh and pulled her down onto his cock.
Stone chips flew in all directions, as they worked together like two Mistborn monsters. He was getting close to climaxing. Hilda’s back arched and her heavy breasts bounced.
“Yes,” she cried as her pussy came down onto his growing cock. It exploded inside her and she closed her eyes feeling the hot seed fill her womb. She ground down against his manhood as Tilbarn howled in pain and pleasure. Her own orgasm came close on his heels. The light blue in her eyes green in intensity. Her fingers tightened and she dragged her nails across his muscled chest as she came. Tibarn hung on, as his healing factor repaired his broken hip bone. He gritted his teeth and waited as she the giant atop him slowed to a stop. She looked down at him with fiery eyes.
“Gentlemen you aren’t, but I’ll take it.” She said and stood.
Tibarn awkwardly got to his feet and glanced outside. It had felt like minutes, but the moon was low over the sky. They’d fucked for more than four hours. The night was almost over. Once it was gone, he’d transform and place him a worse position. He turned to flee but the woman caught him up short with three words.
“I’ll be waiting,” she said with a pearly smile.
