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Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 3k
Warnings: NON-CON, monster fucking, oral (female receiving), anxiety, pregnancy, dead animals, meat
Comments: You have always been told that you shouldn’t go into the woods at night. That there were things out there that would get you. You just never imagined the stories of werewolves were true. Not expecting to run into one when a late night swim under the full moon beckoned you out of the safety of your house.
DEAD DOVE - DO NOT EAT : This is monster fucking fic. If you can’t handle the fact that non-con is a part of this, please roll on by.
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Your side screams in pain as you run, the stitch getting worse with every step you take. Your breath labored and panted through your open mouth. Stumbling through the dark and only guided but the big, bright full moon that was blessedly low in the sky. Illuminating your path through the woods while the snarls and thudding of more than two feet get closer behind you.
They had told you not to go into the woods after dark. Warned you since you were a little girl that there was evil in the forest at night. Bad things would happen. Men had gone into the woods, tall, strapping men who were armed and they had not returned the next morning. Never seen again save for maybe a scrap of clothing or an old, rusty dagger.
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