The Wolf (mild/mod primal)
By thiscowgirlrides(switch female)
February 11, 2023
She bit her lower lip as a knot formed in her throat. Realizing the tension, she bit down harder and harder in slow incremental stages. There was a need for pain, to make sure this was real.
They squirmed up and down as his ’89 Chevy navigated the rutted rural road. Headlights caught a rabbit as it darted into an overgrown ditch. She didn’t know where they were going, only that her Dom was finally taking her THERE. He was silent and stoic, focused on the road. So unusual for him. She studied his stern brow until he started to turn, those soft brown eyes fiercely narrowed. She whipped her head back over to stare straight ahead. This wasn’t the time to get caught or temper nerves. The Brat was miles behind.
A full moon gawked over the stretch of trees in either direction. No lights, no homes. Just… wild. Her mind was lost to her anxiety, heart pounding in her ears as she tried to breathe, closing her eyes and counting. In one, two, three. Out one, two, three. In one, two- suddenly the truck veered off the path. Her eyes fluttered open to see they were pulling into a grassy glade. Roughly the size of her childhood cul-de-sac, and yet somehow menacing. No spot was safe from the glaring moonlight. The trees formed a thick circle around, almost like a barrier…
Gently the truck crept along, until it rested on the far edge. Of course it was gentle, she thought. As beginnings should be. But soon you find out what lurks and hungers deep down. With a rough growl, he put the truck in park and told her, “Get out.” It was chilly outside. Her button up flannel dress and fleece tights kept her warm, but for how much longer? Tonight was the test. She knew she wanted it. Dreamed of it. The night before she craved it, acting out every second of him and her in her mind, her new wand at the ready. Five rich, back arching orgasms she cried out in rapid succession, her mind turned to mush. The toy went away, but her lips tingled begging for more, her vagina throbbing and angry at the lack of penetration. She didn’t sleep well that night. She didn’t tell him this – he would have delayed things.
As she took in the landscape and felt the gentle whisper of the grass against her thighs, she heard the familiar creak of the tailgate going down. She looked over just in time to see him mouth the words, come here now. The light behind him made his features appear grim, he seemed twice his size. She took a few steps then hesitated before continuing on. As she got closer she saw a coldness, harshness in his eyes. What was this? He was always so warm, safe. She stopped several feet away, unsure of this change. In a flash he strode over and pinned her against the cold metal of the truck bed, his hands gripping tightly into her arms. She tried to look down at his left hand, startled at the strength, when his right hand caught her chin and ripped her face back to meet his. Inches away in an almost inhuman low voice he groaned, “When I say come here now, what does the little bird do?” His eyes were angry, the stare too intense. She started to look down. He caught her by the back of the head this time, painfully yanking her red curls hair down to bring her back to eye level. He knows I can’t do eye contact, why is he doing this to me she thought as he brought his forehead against her. “One last time,” he growled, “When I say come here now, what does the little bird do? ANSWER ME.” She whimpered as he bellowed those final words, her legs starting to shake and her head pounding.
With what little desire to please was left, not run off by fear, she forced out the familiar words, “She comes. She comes and she obeys, these are the rules.” The words sounded foreign to her ears, so weak and whispered. “Then tell me,” he asked in a gruff but calmer tone, “what is the little bird going to do?” “I will go and obey, these are the rules,” she repeated. A cool breeze sent a shiver down her spine as he released her stinging scalp and sore arm, stepping away. Around her was a silence as he glared at her, waiting for her to dutifully take her position over the tailgate and await orders. In a moment she was terrified, the only sound her pounding heart and shaking breath. Her face gave her away, the twitch of her lip, because he suddenly stepped forward to her again. This time, she bolted. Fear won out, the flight response too intense, too primitive to ignore.
She knew she couldn’t outrun him. Frantically she searched around for an escape, but the trees were so thick there was no exit except the way in. This glade, it was her trap. He lured her here. He brought her here. He would take her here if she couldn’t get away. If only she could get to the opening. Suddenly she stopped at the far edge. Why wasn’t there any noise? Wasn’t he chasing her? She scanned around her but he was gone. Where could he have gone? Her mind raced. She was in the furthest corner from the entry. The grass was tall enough to hide even his overbearing frame, as was the truck. ‘Quickly,’ she thought, ‘no time to lose. I can run around to the left of the truck, where we just were, or to the right. I can’t outrun him. I can’t outwit him. What do I do, what do I do?!?’ Choking back tears and crippling panic, she knew she was exposed. Crawling made no sense – she was too noisy and panicked. Instincts surged again and she bolted to the right, wide of the truck, as fast as adrenaline would take her. As she approached the entrance her heart leapt. She was almost there, she was almost free. Then he stepped out from the trees right in front of her.
She tried to turn, but it was too late. He stepped out, his arm outstretched, and caught her by the throat. The abrupt stop made her body ragdoll against him, her breath cut. In his eyes she saw rage. It practically seethed from his body, almost as acrid as the blood in her mouth. There were no more words. He tried reasoning and she disobeyed. When reason fails, time to turn to more primal methods.
He shifted his grip to behind her head, clenching tightly at her hair, then pushed her forward. She nearly stumbled, but his firm grip kept her upright, albeit it at a stinging cost to her scalp. He was pushing her forward at a firm and fast pace, back to the truck. She knew there was no more escape, and tears welled in her eyes. This was all too much.
When they got to the truck he shoved her down, bent backwards over the tailgate, her body his for the taking. She was shaking in fear and chill. In seconds he ripped open her dress and tore open her bra, exposing her rock hard nipples to the night air before ripping her leggings down the middle. No panties tonight to worry about. He groaned as he pulled her upright and roughly laid her down on the grass. She was pinned under his heavy weight, could feel herself sinking down into the earth as he deeply growled. He took a moment over her on all fours to stare her in the eyes.
Little bird had her chance. Little bird could not obey. So for little bird a new lesson was going to come this day.
She gasped, sending her pert breasts into the air, eyes wide with fear. He was gone. He was something else now. Feeding off her fear he thrust himself into her, her traitor of a body dripping wet. She cried out from the sudden sting, amplifying over and over with each greedy thrust, feeling every centimeter of his throbbing cock pulverizing her small vagina. With groans he bit and sucked at her breasts over and over, his hands still pinning her arms down. She could only look in horror as he ravaged her, slapped her breasts. Each time she cried, tears flowed freely. Suddenly he stopped, slowly pulling himself out to savor the painful look on her face. No more commands, he shoved her onto her stomach, grabbed her waist and lifted her ass into the air. She didn’t have time to lift her upper body, he had already mounted over her, scratching her back, grabbing her hair and yanking her head up from the earth as he slammed into her raw virgin ass. This time she screamed and bellowed out, the sensation too much, but he didn’t stop. Harder and harder, her head yanked back and forth with each of his trusts, so powerful they drove her upper body deeper into the grass and dirt. In the pain all she could think, ‘Is this how it ends? I’ll become one with the earth before he is satisfied.’ His guttural growls and her constant cries and whimpers filled the night.
After an eternity, he released her hair and slapped her ass as he pulled out of the newly gaping hole. She didn’t dare to move, hoping he was satisfied. He’s never lasted so long before. Instead he rolled her roughly back onto her back. As she lay there limp and exhausted, he cupped her chin in his hands and tilted her head. Before she knew what was happening, he thrust his cock into her trembling mouth and down her throat. Panic set in again as her only airway was cut off and he wildly thrust back and forth. Desperately trying to keep consciousness she held her jaw as wide as she could, her throat ablaze from this incensed visitor. Every few thrusts he’d pull out just a little more than usual, giving her the tiniest bit of air. It was torture. Drowning on land by a cock. Harder he went, throat fucking her with no more breaks, no more air. She started to squirm under him and push back, her body fighting to survive, for air, but he pinned her arms down harsh and continued to ride her into the dirt. Her fight became less, she was nearly still and unconscious when that familiar pulse set it. He roared his triumph as his thick seed splattered her throat, her lungs, dripped onto her mouth as he pulled out and waited. She was barely aware enough to know her duty, barely having the strength to lick every last drop before dropping her head to the side.
Gently he picked her up and cradled her to his bare chest, her body too weak to even shiver. He kissed her forehead as he climbed onto the truck bed and settled against the back. With the pile of nearby blankets he packed earlier, he slowly wrapped them both into a cozy bundle. Her soft breath was slow, and he had to coax her to drink water. The moon moved on and the glade grew dark, but still he held her skin against skin, watching, warming, protecting her. She needed her strength back before the drive home. Finally her eyes flickered open, the faded blue seeming so distant and far away. They settled on his face and the hint of an exhausted smile arose. He smiled and gentled kissed her between those soulful eyes, petting her hair just how she liked. She made as if to speak, but he put his finger to her lips. “Shh my little bird, you have done well. Now is the time for care,” he said in his deep voice, a loving caring tone. “But do share one thing – did you get off?” With a deeper breath and gentle nod, she mouthed the word six.
Six.
Six times.
A new record set on her first outing with the Wolf.
They squirmed up and down as his ’89 Chevy navigated the rutted rural road. Headlights caught a rabbit as it darted into an overgrown ditch. She didn’t know where they were going, only that her Dom was finally taking her THERE. He was silent and stoic, focused on the road. So unusual for him. She studied his stern brow until he started to turn, those soft brown eyes fiercely narrowed. She whipped her head back over to stare straight ahead. This wasn’t the time to get caught or temper nerves. The Brat was miles behind.
A full moon gawked over the stretch of trees in either direction. No lights, no homes. Just… wild. Her mind was lost to her anxiety, heart pounding in her ears as she tried to breathe, closing her eyes and counting. In one, two, three. Out one, two, three. In one, two- suddenly the truck veered off the path. Her eyes fluttered open to see they were pulling into a grassy glade. Roughly the size of her childhood cul-de-sac, and yet somehow menacing. No spot was safe from the glaring moonlight. The trees formed a thick circle around, almost like a barrier…
Gently the truck crept along, until it rested on the far edge. Of course it was gentle, she thought. As beginnings should be. But soon you find out what lurks and hungers deep down. With a rough growl, he put the truck in park and told her, “Get out.” It was chilly outside. Her button up flannel dress and fleece tights kept her warm, but for how much longer? Tonight was the test. She knew she wanted it. Dreamed of it. The night before she craved it, acting out every second of him and her in her mind, her new wand at the ready. Five rich, back arching orgasms she cried out in rapid succession, her mind turned to mush. The toy went away, but her lips tingled begging for more, her vagina throbbing and angry at the lack of penetration. She didn’t sleep well that night. She didn’t tell him this – he would have delayed things.
As she took in the landscape and felt the gentle whisper of the grass against her thighs, she heard the familiar creak of the tailgate going down. She looked over just in time to see him mouth the words, come here now. The light behind him made his features appear grim, he seemed twice his size. She took a few steps then hesitated before continuing on. As she got closer she saw a coldness, harshness in his eyes. What was this? He was always so warm, safe. She stopped several feet away, unsure of this change. In a flash he strode over and pinned her against the cold metal of the truck bed, his hands gripping tightly into her arms. She tried to look down at his left hand, startled at the strength, when his right hand caught her chin and ripped her face back to meet his. Inches away in an almost inhuman low voice he groaned, “When I say come here now, what does the little bird do?” His eyes were angry, the stare too intense. She started to look down. He caught her by the back of the head this time, painfully yanking her red curls hair down to bring her back to eye level. He knows I can’t do eye contact, why is he doing this to me she thought as he brought his forehead against her. “One last time,” he growled, “When I say come here now, what does the little bird do? ANSWER ME.” She whimpered as he bellowed those final words, her legs starting to shake and her head pounding.
With what little desire to please was left, not run off by fear, she forced out the familiar words, “She comes. She comes and she obeys, these are the rules.” The words sounded foreign to her ears, so weak and whispered. “Then tell me,” he asked in a gruff but calmer tone, “what is the little bird going to do?” “I will go and obey, these are the rules,” she repeated. A cool breeze sent a shiver down her spine as he released her stinging scalp and sore arm, stepping away. Around her was a silence as he glared at her, waiting for her to dutifully take her position over the tailgate and await orders. In a moment she was terrified, the only sound her pounding heart and shaking breath. Her face gave her away, the twitch of her lip, because he suddenly stepped forward to her again. This time, she bolted. Fear won out, the flight response too intense, too primitive to ignore.
She knew she couldn’t outrun him. Frantically she searched around for an escape, but the trees were so thick there was no exit except the way in. This glade, it was her trap. He lured her here. He brought her here. He would take her here if she couldn’t get away. If only she could get to the opening. Suddenly she stopped at the far edge. Why wasn’t there any noise? Wasn’t he chasing her? She scanned around her but he was gone. Where could he have gone? Her mind raced. She was in the furthest corner from the entry. The grass was tall enough to hide even his overbearing frame, as was the truck. ‘Quickly,’ she thought, ‘no time to lose. I can run around to the left of the truck, where we just were, or to the right. I can’t outrun him. I can’t outwit him. What do I do, what do I do?!?’ Choking back tears and crippling panic, she knew she was exposed. Crawling made no sense – she was too noisy and panicked. Instincts surged again and she bolted to the right, wide of the truck, as fast as adrenaline would take her. As she approached the entrance her heart leapt. She was almost there, she was almost free. Then he stepped out from the trees right in front of her.
She tried to turn, but it was too late. He stepped out, his arm outstretched, and caught her by the throat. The abrupt stop made her body ragdoll against him, her breath cut. In his eyes she saw rage. It practically seethed from his body, almost as acrid as the blood in her mouth. There were no more words. He tried reasoning and she disobeyed. When reason fails, time to turn to more primal methods.
He shifted his grip to behind her head, clenching tightly at her hair, then pushed her forward. She nearly stumbled, but his firm grip kept her upright, albeit it at a stinging cost to her scalp. He was pushing her forward at a firm and fast pace, back to the truck. She knew there was no more escape, and tears welled in her eyes. This was all too much.
When they got to the truck he shoved her down, bent backwards over the tailgate, her body his for the taking. She was shaking in fear and chill. In seconds he ripped open her dress and tore open her bra, exposing her rock hard nipples to the night air before ripping her leggings down the middle. No panties tonight to worry about. He groaned as he pulled her upright and roughly laid her down on the grass. She was pinned under his heavy weight, could feel herself sinking down into the earth as he deeply growled. He took a moment over her on all fours to stare her in the eyes.
Little bird had her chance. Little bird could not obey. So for little bird a new lesson was going to come this day.
She gasped, sending her pert breasts into the air, eyes wide with fear. He was gone. He was something else now. Feeding off her fear he thrust himself into her, her traitor of a body dripping wet. She cried out from the sudden sting, amplifying over and over with each greedy thrust, feeling every centimeter of his throbbing cock pulverizing her small vagina. With groans he bit and sucked at her breasts over and over, his hands still pinning her arms down. She could only look in horror as he ravaged her, slapped her breasts. Each time she cried, tears flowed freely. Suddenly he stopped, slowly pulling himself out to savor the painful look on her face. No more commands, he shoved her onto her stomach, grabbed her waist and lifted her ass into the air. She didn’t have time to lift her upper body, he had already mounted over her, scratching her back, grabbing her hair and yanking her head up from the earth as he slammed into her raw virgin ass. This time she screamed and bellowed out, the sensation too much, but he didn’t stop. Harder and harder, her head yanked back and forth with each of his trusts, so powerful they drove her upper body deeper into the grass and dirt. In the pain all she could think, ‘Is this how it ends? I’ll become one with the earth before he is satisfied.’ His guttural growls and her constant cries and whimpers filled the night.
After an eternity, he released her hair and slapped her ass as he pulled out of the newly gaping hole. She didn’t dare to move, hoping he was satisfied. He’s never lasted so long before. Instead he rolled her roughly back onto her back. As she lay there limp and exhausted, he cupped her chin in his hands and tilted her head. Before she knew what was happening, he thrust his cock into her trembling mouth and down her throat. Panic set in again as her only airway was cut off and he wildly thrust back and forth. Desperately trying to keep consciousness she held her jaw as wide as she could, her throat ablaze from this incensed visitor. Every few thrusts he’d pull out just a little more than usual, giving her the tiniest bit of air. It was torture. Drowning on land by a cock. Harder he went, throat fucking her with no more breaks, no more air. She started to squirm under him and push back, her body fighting to survive, for air, but he pinned her arms down harsh and continued to ride her into the dirt. Her fight became less, she was nearly still and unconscious when that familiar pulse set it. He roared his triumph as his thick seed splattered her throat, her lungs, dripped onto her mouth as he pulled out and waited. She was barely aware enough to know her duty, barely having the strength to lick every last drop before dropping her head to the side.
Gently he picked her up and cradled her to his bare chest, her body too weak to even shiver. He kissed her forehead as he climbed onto the truck bed and settled against the back. With the pile of nearby blankets he packed earlier, he slowly wrapped them both into a cozy bundle. Her soft breath was slow, and he had to coax her to drink water. The moon moved on and the glade grew dark, but still he held her skin against skin, watching, warming, protecting her. She needed her strength back before the drive home. Finally her eyes flickered open, the faded blue seeming so distant and far away. They settled on his face and the hint of an exhausted smile arose. He smiled and gentled kissed her between those soulful eyes, petting her hair just how she liked. She made as if to speak, but he put his finger to her lips. “Shh my little bird, you have done well. Now is the time for care,” he said in his deep voice, a loving caring tone. “But do share one thing – did you get off?” With a deeper breath and gentle nod, she mouthed the word six.
Six.
Six times.
A new record set on her first outing with the Wolf.