Chapter 3 Claimed

In the shadowy light of the moon, Agatha sees the only strip of bare skin on the brown wolf. She held her breath when her leg felt the wolf’s hanging organ between its hind legs. Agatha bravely slides her hand through the soft fur surrounding it and lightly touches the heated skin. It was thick and the shape was odd, like the tip was a coil. And the action somewhat made the wolf even more crazed. And its drive intensified. Agatha knows it’s not wise to listen to a voice inside her head. She knows that it’s the most irrational thing. Almost stupid. Ridiculous and somewhat childish. But Listening to the wolf’s voice could also mean release. Not only that, but her relationship with her husband could go back to normal. Heated. Passionate. And they could begin a new chapter in their life as a family. Tyrone loves her. She knows he does. And for Agatha, once all of this is over, she’s willing to go back to that kind of love. But then… she can't deny the disintegrating appeal of her husband. She always had a thing for strong men who liked being in charge. And the bossy beast inside her head tickles the submissive vixen hiding beneath the amazonian facade. While her husband is happily drinking with other hunters at the feast. Agatha was carefully threading through the forest, looking for the beast. The Huntress climbs from the pile of metals and scraps from the old Castle, and with one last push — Agatha staggers out from the meadow into the darkest part of the forest. The only part of the Forest where the huge Eklitel tree grows. As she runs, Agatha could hear the wolf’s chattering and snapping its jaws in excitement. The wolf was howling in her mind. ‘Faster… run as fast as you can!’ The wolf snapped. ‘Come to my arms, my woman.’ As soon as the tree was in her line of sight, Agatha stopped on her tracks and just stared at the wolf that’s sitting on the root of the tree. It was waiting for her patiently. And when the wolf noticed her presence, its ears raised and snapped its jaws in excitement. She had spent so many hours memorizing the patterns of white within the thick brown fur. Agatha could only imagine how it felt against her skin. The way the wolf moves and the way it runs as it disappears into the mountains. Agatha realized she had never obsessed about Tyrone this way. And she never deemed that her body would feel so hot after seeing such a beast, such an animal. Mike growls and yanks at the chain holding him to a tree. He whimpers, sad and low, and Agatha smiles before limping close enough to touch. ‘You’re late!’ The beast growled in her mind and it made Agatha gasp. ‘’I’ve waited for you for so long… my Agatha.’ Mael, the brown beast, got up from his rest. In a span of a second, he was in front of the Huntress. Agatha barely had time to compose herself when the wolf licked her cheek. The beast’s velvety tongue ran against her neck right after. Instinctively, Agatha wrapped her arms around the beast’s neck. She wondered why the tongue of the wolf felt so good against her skin, and she hummed in satisfaction. The brown beast was attempting to lick every inch of her exposed skin. With every lick and soft nibble, Agatha couldn’t get enough. The Huntress begins to take off her clothes, throwing off her boots and her underwear. Agatha’s nipple hardened against the cold chilly air. She gasped when the wolf licked her breast, and only realized how sick and insane she was acting until she moaned. Agatha was in utter disbelief that a beast made her feel this good, and it was just a few licks and nibbles. What more if… “I don’t normally do this,” Agatha whispered. “I… I’m married and I’m not this kind of woman. But I… there’s something about you that I —” To shut her up, the wolf licked her face. And when the tongue of the wolf rolled against her mouth, the Huntress unconsciously wrapped her arms around the beast’s head again. It’s as if Agatha was placed under a spell. A spell that made the beast irresistible to her. To her surprise, the first thing the beast called Mael did was to stare at her green eyes. “What are you looking at?” She asked the wolf with a shy smile. And it responded with a loud and excited, ‘I like your eyes. Your hair and your scent. I like the way you smell.’ Then the wolf begins to lick her naked body. It licked the parts where her eyes rolled on the back of her head, until her fingers were tugging on the fur of the wolf. Mael pushes her down by nudging on her stomach gently. Agatha landed on the dry forest ground with a soft thud. With her legs sprawled and her entrance exposed, the beast’s tongue begins to trail up from her lower thigh to her clit. Its tongue rolls around Agatha’s clit and pushes against her entrance. “Feels good.” The Huntress moaned and let out another whimper when the sinful tongue pushed in. Agatha clutched at the soft fur at Mael’s stomach and lifted her legs. The wolf’s body was shaking, and the Huntress was quite upset that she wasn’t being devoured yet. The beast’s tongue stayed and lapped on her clit, circling and teasing her womanhood. Agatha bit her lips, trying to surprise loud moans and whimpers. She doesn’t want to be heard by anyone or anything. Not when a wolf was doing amazing things between her legs. Not wanting anyone to see that she’s enjoying this when it’s a wolf giving her this intense pleasure. Tyrone was the kind of man that loves to please Agatha. Loves to pleasure her on the bed. And somehow, she knew that the wolf named Mael was ready to give the huntress something new and exciting. A mix of pain and pleasure. Where she screams and bleeds as she cums. And Agatha somehow loved the idea to be that kind of woman for the beast. “Ah…” The woman moaned then screamed when the tongue entered her. It was so thick and long. Was so pleasurable and yet painful. The sex was different. And Agatha loved it. The wolf shifts his body. The feel of soft fur on Agatha’s skin felt so intoxicating. It’s one of the few things that Agatha had always been so curious about. The moment she laid eyes on the wolf, she always imagined being taken and fucked by the beast. “Mael.” The Huntress utters the wolf’s name in an alluring whisper. “Take me…and mark me as yours.” The beast growled, and Agatha yelped. The huntress froze on the spot, fearing that she infuriated the beast. Not knowing that the wolf loved her touch. The beast did not stop licking her entrance, not until she’s lubricated enough. Dying of curiosity, Agatha peered down to see the thing between the wolf’s legs. And when she saw it, the Huntress’ eyes went wide. Not expecting to see something so big. A human erection doesn’t compare. It made Agatha groan as she imagined being stretched beyond her imagination. She imagined how it would swell when it’s inside of her, and how it would feel once the wolf took her. And when the wolf was finally satisfied, the beast moved to align his shaft against the woman’s entrance. “Ah!” The Huntress screamed the moment the wolf’s member entered her. Everything was so different, too different. Intoxicatingly different. It was different from Tyrone, from the touch of her husband. Tyrone doesn’t fuck her like this. While Mael, the beast fucks her until she’s seeing stars. Agatha cants her hips with the wolf’s thrust, getting a growl as a warning. ‘No moving!’ The wolf screamed. ‘Hold still. Or you'll be hurt.’ It's a command so foreign but somehow, Agatha understands. She holds herself still, moaning and enjoying the motion of the wolf. Then with the pleasure, comes an immense amount of pain. The organ inside her grew into something bigger. Bigger than what had pushed inside her. Agatha's eyes went wide when the beast knotted inside her. “NO!” Agatha begins to push the creature away, and this time the bubble inside her head exploded. Once the knotting is complete --- she will be ruined. "No, stop! DON'T! I'm married! Please ----" But the wolf did not listen. Instead, the brown beast bit her shoulders, its sharp teeth digging against the skin until it drew blood. "NO!" Agatha screamed. "Let go --- fucking let go!" The Huntress cried out loud, feeling the organ pushing deeper and deeper inside. The organ swelled, stretched and knotted inside her. The Huntress could only cry when something sharp pierced her on the inside. Twisting and turning. She felt something swelling again, and then it pierced. Making her cry out loud. It pierced even deeper until all could Agatha see was black. As she slowly closed her eyes, the face of her husband flashed before her eyes, he was unhappy and looked completely heartbroken.  “Tyrone.” The wolf sunk its teeth even deeper upon hearing the hunters name, completing the mark and the binding.