Taken by the Beast

by Madison Faye

Wind roared across Fiona's ears as she made her way through the snow. Every few feet she checked over her shoulder. An outline of trees was visible in the distance, and Fiona thought they might offer her some solace. In the summer months, she had gone on many walks through the trees with Tony, heading some place to remind her of better times seemed like a good idea.

  The trees offered Fiona meek protection from the elements, and the elements were a close secondary concern to escaping the beast. She knew that the beast was somewhere out there hunting her, and the only way to avoid him was to keep moving.

  The wind cackled at her every step. While the woods stopped some of the snow, it was also pitch black. Fiona held her hands in front of her trying to feel her way through the forest. A wolf's howled in the distance. Fiona cursed and sent herself into a foolish scramble, convinced that her pursuer had found her. Fiona quickly learned that in the dead of night in the forest one low hanging branch was all it took to knock her unconscious.

  Consciousness gradually set back into Fiona. The forest blurred by her, a flash of white and deep greens. But it didn't seem so bad right now. Her head lay on a warm, fuzzy, gray pillow. It was then when a thought occurred to her. She didn't have a fuzzy gray pillow.

  Fiona raised her head up and looked around. It took her a moment to discover what exactly was happening. The wolfman was leaping from tree to tree. His massive body shaking the snow from the ancient pines each time he vaulted off one. She guessed that she might be thirty or forty feet high. The thought of squirming away crossed her mind, but she knew that trying to escape was certain death.

  "Where are you taking me?" Yelled Fiona, speaking caused her head to swim, but she desired more information.

  "I am taking you to my sanctuary." The wolfman answered.

  Fiona puzzled over his words. What did he mean by sanctuary? She thought, gripping his fur tightly, uncertain of the safety of his arms. He does not seem like the bloodthirsty beast I had imagined. The pheromones were beginning to set in to her and influencing her thoughts.

  "What are you?" she asked

  "I am the forest guardian. This has been my ancestral home since the dawn of time. The forest's design: from every shrub to every mighty pine, was my will. Although I wonder how much longer my design will last," there was a tinge of sadness to his voice.

  "What are you going to do with me? I want to go home."

  "Sleep." His voice commanded, there was an allure to it. Fiona felt her eyelids becoming heavy, her body betraying her wishes. Her cheek pressed against his strong shoulder, feeling weightless from the beast's strength and the power his words invoked. Within moments, she was fast asleep in his arms.

  Fiona awoke on a large animal fur. A strange, yellow object floated in the air beside her, bobbing up down, humming softly, and emitting a supernatural warmth. The fur she laid upon was soft against her face. A sigh of relief escaped her, thankful her clothes were still on. Across the room, the forest guardian sat upon a wooden throne that connected to the pine floor. It looked like the chair had grown out if it.

  "This is your home?" asked Fiona, breaking the silence. "It just looks like we are in a massive tree trunk."

  "Yes, this is the heart tree in the forest, and that beside you is the heart itself. Every forest in the world has a heart tree. It is where the guardian of that forest resides. In ages past, every kill, every felled tree was done so in my name. Now, few are aware of my existence."

  "What does this have to do with me? Why am I here? And why the hell were you inside my house the other night?" The questions came in rapid succession. Fiona's curiosity getting the better of her.

  The forest guardian laughed, lifting his head back, "You humans. you make me laugh. The lack of belief in me has made my control over my domain and myself wane. Every felled tree and prayer to another tips me closer to the edge. Can you imagine what would happen to your city if I lost control? Hundreds, if not thousands of innocents would perish until enough belief in me was reinstated. I had lost control that night and your scent drew me in. You were lucky to have survived. I returned to your dwelling to seek your aid. You appeared... capable."

  "I'm just one person, regardless of how capable I am. How would that help?"

  "It wouldn't." The guardian sighed deeply, "There is not enough time to establish worshipers, but there are other ways to avoid that outcome. You must mate with me. It will placate the ravenous beast that is my primal self."

  "You cannot be serious," said Fiona.

  "I am,” The forest guardian said, “I cannot guarantee how long I will be able to maintain control without your help. You will be saving lives."

  Fiona gulped. If she didn't do it, all the people in the city might get injured, or worse. But what had the city done for her lately? Nothing. They spoke behind her back and gossiped. The thought made her want to tell this damn beast to go find some other fool girl. But then she remembered all the innocents. The grandmas and grandchildren that could be hurt. And the creature himself didn't want to hurt anyone.

  Fiona's hesitation continued. The thought of that thing taking her was obscene. But with that thought, also came a memory, a memory about the excitement and arousal from the other night. Her body hadn't responded that way in a very long time. Sex with Tony had become boring and monotonous. Her thoughts ventured to the way he held her against her and how hard and masculine everything about him was. The more she thought about taking on this massive beast the more excited she became.

  After a long pause, Fiona answered him, "Okay, I will do it.”

  The guardians lips pulled back and bore his teeth in what Fiona thought was a satisfied grin.

  He rose from his pine throne; his stride demanded respect and exuded confidence. The claws on his feet scraped against the wood floor with each step. Fiona was half fascinated and half frightful of what she had agreed to. Reminding herself to keep an open mind, Fiona did her best to show no signs of worry or fear.

  The beast stood before her, allowing her to gaze his full size. Fiona could not help but gulp when he lifted her up like a feather. Her face pressed against his sprawling chest while hands moved down her body. Every nerve in her body sent tiny pulses of pleasure to her brain. And almost instinctively, she arched her back, letting her large breasts ease into him once more, taking her back to the night he broke into her home. Muscular paw-like hands gripped her ass, and Fiona let out a faint gasp, breathing deeply, taking in the masculine aroma. There was not going to be any resistance this time.

  They had only just begun and Fiona's whole body was excited and begging to be fucked. Nothing had ever caused such a primal arousal. Her eyes slowly worked their way up from his powerful chest, watching the gray fur raise from his skin in excitement, to his eyes. Once their eyes met, she became enamored in his ancient stare. Gripping on to his strong bicep, letting his fur knot between her fingers, she gave him a look that screamed, "I am yours."

  The beast's paw-like hands moved with glacial pace from her ass to her sweater, tugging against the fine wool fabric. Placing her hand just under his, she helped him remove her sweater, revealing her breasts still bound by her bra. Fiona casually bit her lip, while the beast stared down into her cleavage, lust burning in his yellow eyes. Her hands reached behind her and unfastened her bra and let it fall to the floor. Her breasts, freed from their encasing, were large and perky.

  Fiona's hands covered her ample breasts, fondling herself, determined to tease the beast. A gorgeous smile marked her face while giving glimpses of her nipples. He placed both of his hands on hers and pushed them to her sides.

  The guardian brought his face directly in front of Fiona's chest. Fiona ran her hand across his furry and muscular neck as he marveled over her body. Her eyes widened as the first lick of his smooth, hot tongue caught her by surprise, wetting her sternum. Her hand balled into a fist gripping at his fur while his tongue went to work on her breasts. The sheer power of his tongue lifted her breasts up one at a time. And then each of them fell with a slight j
iggle. After the third lick of his tongue across her breasts, the beast drew his snout around her right nipple and sucked on it, his tongue lashing out against her nipple. A deep moan rang out from Fiona's throat as she leaned her body back against his hands, letting him completely support her. Her fists balled up when he carefully sunk his canine teeth into her breast. The bite wasn't hard enough to break the skin, but sent a rush of pleasure throughout her body.

  Fiona's whole body felt amazing from what he had done and they were only getting started. She was eager to discover what he had planned.

  Fiona placed her hands on his abdomen, covered in a thin, light gray fur running her hands down his well sculpted muscles and farther. The guardian had ceased licking her chest and panted. Her slim hand proceeded lower and lower until it bumped into something massive and hard as iron. Delicately, she traced the length of his cock with her fingertips. Something so long and with so much girth seemed impossible. It wasn’t even possible for her to wrap her entire hand around it.

  It was the largest cock she had ever seen. Curiosity struck her. A small squeeze revealed so much to her about it. It was incredibly firm, but it still had a pleasant softness to it. Regardless, Fiona was unsure about it fitting inside her. Although, the more she thought about it, the more she wanted it.

  Fiona massaged his enormous cock in her hands, running her hands up and down the length of it. As her hands began to work his shaft, the beast's breaths became louder and more frequent. Her eyes darted up to his as her hand caressed the head, gently teasing the underside of it with her index finger.

  The beast gripped her hair and lust filled his yellow eyes. He jerked back on her hair, forcing her to look up at him. Fiona sank down to her knees before the beast. Staring up at him made her realize just how insignificant and fragile she was by comparison to him. Her eyes fell level with something that was truly massive. His cock. Her mind raced as she wondered whether or not she could handle something like that. Leaning forward, Fiona put her warm, full lips against the head, kissing it as a sign of respect and submission to the beast.

  "I am yours," said Fiona, half to herself and half to him.

  The beast placed his hand on either side of Fiona's shoulders and spun her around. She could hear and feel his husky pants from behind her. Each breath was a blast of hot, moist air. She had no plans on resisting and couldn't if she wanted. The claws of his hand dug slightly into her flesh when he placed his hand on her shoulder. With a powerful push, Fiona found herself pushed forward on to the fur rug beneath her. Her ass raised high in the air, taunting him as she steadied herself on her hands. Two large hands gripped at her ass, smacking it. The sound thundered from within the tree and her skin turned a deep shade of crimson.

  Her eyes went wide as the head of the beast's cock. The long, throbbing shaft pressed against her wet pussy. Wetness dripped from her slit. Desire had taken over her every thought, and his cock slid in with little effort from the beast, violating previously untouched areas of her body. The fear that had gripped Fiona from the sight of his cock had all but dissipated.

  The beast's thrusts were long, deep, and fast. Each thrust sent a pure, primal pleasure from her belly throughout the rest of her body. As the force and the speed of the thrusting increased, so did the volume of Fiona's moans. Soon, the entire room rang out with her moans.

  Fiona couldn't imagine that she was locked in an act of intense passion with a beast like this. The existence of supernatural beings seemed impossible just a week ago, and now she was being mounted by this glorious, wolf-like beast. His massive cock ravished her insides, filling her pussy to the brim as he pumped it in and out of her body.

  Sweat began to form all over her body from the beast's rough fucking. Her face flushed and her breasts bounced with each powerful thrust from him. Heat from the beast's body poured over her like a beating sun while his fur covered hind legs, tickling her soft skin, slammed into hers again and again. Gripping on to the fur rug beneath her, Fiona cried out in sublime pleasure, drool dripping out of her mouth as she reached her climax. Wave after wave of sexual pleasure washed over her, and her pussy clenched tightly on his massive cock, trying to keep him deep inside her and keep this moment lasting a few more precious seconds.

  Euphoria overcame her completely as the beast continued to ravish her. It was unrelenting in its assault on her body with his. The feeling of euphoria passed and her moans of pleasure grew softer as large hands gripped at her hips, she felt his claws digging into her flesh, and she bit her lip as the beast slid himself out of her pussy.

  "Turn around," ordered the beast in his raw, husky voice, grabbing a large handful of her hair, as he leaned over her, the fur on his body tickling against her back, sending a chill up her spine.

  Fiona complied and turned towards him, on her knees, her pussy dripping on the fur. Eyes wide, Fiona realized how magnificent he truly was. Her eyes raked over him with new perspective. She slipped her hand down in between her thighs, touching herself, mesmerized by the beast. Every inch of his body was muscled and glorious. He stroked his throbbing cock up and down, maintaining his gorgeous erection. It throbbed in front of her as he pulled his paw-like hand off his cock. The entire thing glistened, from the head all the way down the shaft to the base. A firm push on the back of her head brought her lips just inches from it and Fiona's mind began to race.

  It seemed like an impossible task, taking his hulking beast's cock into her mouth. The thing was massive and while Fiona had a large wide smile and mouth, the task seemed insurmountable. Finally, Fiona decided that she would just place her mouth against it and hope kissing and licking would be enough as she leaned forward.

  Fiona pressed her lips against the head of his cock, rolling her tongue over the tip of it like a lollipop. The sweet taste of her juices mixed with a saltiness and musk. To her, it tasted like heaven. A sudden urge to enjoy more of it came over her, and she parted her lips bringing more of her mouth around the head. Saliva dripped from her mouth on her thighs as she began slurping and sucking on his cock. The loud panting beast pushed his hand against the back of her skull, forcing his cock deeper, until the head hit the back of her mouth. Her lips wrapped around his shaft tightly, and she began moving her head back and forth on it, causing her full lips to slide along the back of his cock's head. What her lips could not touch, she massaged with her hand. Veins bulged and rippled beneath her fingertips. The beast's panting grew louder, almost drowning out Fiona's slurping.

  Fiona's tongue lapped against the head of his cock, as a thick fluid slowly drained into her mouth. All of her taste buds jumped in excitement from the new sweet and salty flavor rode across her tongue. It was unlike anything she had ever tasted before, and it sent a cascade of warmth through her body as it ran down her throat.

  Feeling the powerful hand behind her head forcing her forward, Fiona opened her mouth as much as she could as the head of his cock hit the back of her throat. Her eyes began to water as she gagged on the massive object in her mouth, saliva spilling down the side of her mouth as she held him there as long as she could. Finally, she jerked her head back, gasping for air with a long strand of saliva branching from the tip of his cock to her mouth.

  Every muscle in the guardian's body flexed and bulged and none more so than his cock. His tongue hung from his mouth while his hand massaged his erection. Fiona bit her lip hard as she observed him, subconsciously sliding her hand down between her thighs, pleasuring herself as her other hand rubbed and squeezed her nipple. Her eyes blazed with an intense curiosity, rapidly scanning from his eyes back down to his cock as she waited with increasing anticipation. Her heart began to beat faster and faster until a thunderous moan came out of his long snout with the first of his cum. Digging her fingers into her sensitive pussy, Fiona watched as a torrent of cum shot erupted all over her. She held her mouth in a moan and caught some of the thick, hot liquid on her lips. Eager to taste him, she curled her lips, sucking on them, letting the savory flavor envelope her mouth as more of hi
s cum splashed on to her breasts, dripping down her nipples like icing. When the last wave of it hit her, Fiona was drenched in cum, sweat, and saliva. A bright smile came over her face as she wiped his seed off her body to her hands, licking it off her palm before him.

  No words were exchanged between them as he watched her with heavy eyelids. The events of the night had left him drained of all energy but incredibly satisfied. Leaning down closer to Fiona, he placed his arms around her holding her against his body, her breasts easing into his body once again. Slowly, he laid down on his side next to her, pulling Fiona close to him. Fiona nestled her body against his large frame easily, her ass pressed firmly against his abs as he draped a massive arm over her, protectively. It was warm next to him and she was unable to move, but there was nowhere that she would rather be. Sleep came quickly for both of them and nothing could be heard but the crackling of the dying fire and a short exchange of thank yous.

  The light of the new day pierced into Fiona's eyes. She stretched out her body, causing the memories from yesterday to come flooding back to the forefront of her mind. Smiling as she opened her eyes, she sat upright instantly. A look of panic and confusion shot across her face as she came to the realization that she was back in her bed.

  It's impossible, I went to sleep with the guardian last night in the heart tree, thought Fiona. She got up out of bed and stared into the mirror, expecting to see some signs from last night. There was nothing, but a mild soreness from in between her thighs. Throwing on a pair of pajamas, she searched her house.

  There was nothing. Nothing anywhere in her home, even the glass door had been somehow repaired and looked pristine as ever. Thoroughly confused, Fiona returned back to her bedroom.

  Climbing into bed, she thought about last night's events and just how impossible it all sounded. She rationalized that maybe it was all just a dream. A very intense dream. Although, it didn't quite explain everything, she was willing to accept it. Even if it had been true, it wasn't as though she could tell anyone about it. She secretly hoped that she would have dreams like that one again. As she rolled on to her side, about to return to sleep, she noticed a small wooden statue on her nightstand. It appeared to be staring at her and she furrowed her brow examining it. It was a small pine figurine that appeared to be some sort of wolf-man sitting on a chair. A smile crept across her face as she closed her eyes and returned to sleep.