Red eyes in the dark.
${Protagonist’s Name} was running through the woods, his blood pounding in his ears, his labored breath a harsh rasping sound. Something was chasing him, heavy footsteps pounding on the forest floor behind him. He didn't dare look back; he had to keep going, he had to—
His foot caught on something and he stumbled forward, falling face first into the leaf-covered ground. The impact knocked the wind out of him and sent stars exploding across his vision. For a moment he lay there, gasping like a landed fish, unable to catch his breath.
A twig snapped behind him, followed by a low growl that vibrated in his bones. He rolled over onto his back, lifting his head, his mouth open to scream—but he couldn't make a sound; he could barely breathe.
The creature had the face of a wolf, but its body was human, covered with grayish fur. Its hackles were raised and its black lips were twisted in a frothing snarl, exposing long, pearly teeth that glinted cruelly white in the moonlight. Its crimson eyes stared at him with a primal hunger that was almost palpable.
He wanted to run—he had to get away from it; it would kill him—but he was paralyzed, frozen with fear like a rabbit caught in the headlights of an oncoming car.
A large, clawed hand pushed down on his shoulder and pressed him flat against the ground, forcing him to lie there while the beast straddled his body, its weight pressing him down. He shivered as it thrust its wet nose into the nape of his neck, inhaling deeply.
His heart raced and his muscles screamed for him to move but he couldn't; he was helpless—powerless.
The beast's hot breath washed over his skin, making his flesh crawl with revulsion. The hot, fetid stench of animal musk filled his nostrils as thick saliva dripped onto his exposed skin, leaving slimy trails along his collarbone.
A low growl reverberated deep in its throat—a hungry, animalistic sound that made ${Protagonist’s Name} shudder in terror.
The thing's claws dug into the fabric of his shirt, tearing it apart as if it were paper. Its sharp talons grazed his skin, drawing a thin line of blood. A string of its slaver dripped onto his chest, splattering on his bare skin.
He lay still, the only movement coming from the slow rise and fall of his chest. Was it marking him? Trying to claim him as its own? He wasn't sure. He couldn't understand why the thing hadn't killed him already.
The wolf-like creature lowered its head until its muzzle touched his chest. The fear was making him hypersensitive, and the soft touch of its furry lips sent chills racing along his spine. He gasped as its rough tongue lapped against his skin, tracing the same path as its claws. He shuddered as its damp organ brushed against his nipple, sending a shockwave of pleasure coursing through his body.
Fear was hard to maintain and his terror began to slip away. His heartbeat slowed and his breathing became more regular. He let out a small sigh, and the beast took notice. It's pointy ears perked up, and it cocked its head to one side, a wolfish grin curling its lips.
Its attention turned towards his trousers, its red eyes locked on the bulge in his crotch. He was ashamed to realize how excited he was getting—how turned on he was by the beast's touch. It was wrong, insane, but he couldn't stop himself.
A low whine escaped the creature's throat; it seemed to be pleased with its discovery. It moved its hips, rubbing its groin against the denim fabric, teasing him.
It was female, he realized now, watching as it clawed hands grasped the waistband of his pants. Her fingers slid under the material, pushing them down, exposing his swollen member to the cool night air.
She pushed her wet nose into his public hair, sniffing him like a dog—or more accurately, like a bitch in heat. Her fluffy tail wagged excitedly behind her as she licked her chops hungrily.