Wendigo's Ravenous Hunger Claims His Eager Forest Bride

Wendigo's Ravenous Hunger Claims His Eager Forest Bride

Lila Voss stood alone beneath the ancient cedar at the heart of the restricted backcountry, the moon hanging fat and silver above the pines. Twenty-two, lean-muscled from two seasons of ranger patrols, she had long since stopped pretending her nightly offerings were for research. For six months she had returned to this shrine—first with apples, then with fresh venison, finally with nothing but her own slick panties soaked in her scent. She laid them on the moss-covered stone tonight like a whore laying out payment.

The air grew colder than any October night had a right to be. Frost rimed the ferns at her boots. Then the trees themselves seemed to part, and he stepped into the moonlight.

The Wendigo was massive. Easily nine feet tall, his bony frame wrapped in taut, ash-gray hide stretched over a ribcage that burned with cold blue flame. Enormous antlers branched like dead lightning above a long, elongated skull. Obsidian claws clicked as he moved. Where a normal deer’s head might have been there was only a nightmare of teeth and glowing white eyes that fixed on her with terrifying intelligence. His voice rolled out like grinding stone and splintering bone.

“You have been calling me, little ranger. Every night. Every soaked scrap of cloth. Did you think a hunger like mine could be teased forever?”

Lila’s knees shook, but not with fear. Her cunt clenched so hard she felt a fresh gush of wetness slide down her inner thigh. She had rehearsed this moment in the dark for months, fingering herself raw to the thought of him.

Instead of running, she reached for the zipper of her uniform jacket.

“I don’t want to feed you meat anymore,” she said, voice husky. “I want to feed you me.”

She stripped with shameless urgency. Jacket, shirt, bra—her full, heavy tits spilled free into the cold air, nipples already tight as pebbles. Boots, socks, pants, and finally her soaked green panties. She kicked them toward him like an offering. Completely naked, shaved pussy glistening, she dropped to her knees in the pine needles and looked up at the towering monster.

“Take me as your forest bride. Breed me. Fill this human cunt until I’m dripping your seed for days. Please… I’m so fucking empty for you.”

The Wendigo’s bony chest flared brighter. A low, rattling growl vibrated through the trees. Between his narrow hips, a thick sheath split open. His cock emerged—monstrous, ridged like braided rope, deep charcoal in color with a flared, arrow-shaped head already drooling thick, glowing pre-cum the color of moonlight. It was easily as long as her forearm and thicker than her wrist. The sight of it made Lila moan out loud.

He moved faster than anything that large should. One clawed hand seized her by the throat—not choking, but pinning her back against the rough bark of the cedar. The other huge hand gripped her thigh, wrenching her leg open. Then that impossible tongue—long, black, ridged like a cat’s but far longer—slithered out between his fangs.

It dragged up the length of her soaked slit in one slow, greedy lap.

Lila screamed in pleasure. The tongue was rough, cold at first, then burning hot as it curled around her swollen clit and sucked. He devoured her like a starving thing, lapping up every drop of her cream with obscene, wet sounds that echoed through the forest. The tip of that tongue speared inside her, fucking her in shallow thrusts while the flat of it ground against her clit. Her hips bucked helplessly against his face. She grabbed one of his antlers for balance, sobbing.

“Yes—fuck—eat my pussy, please, I’m your filthy little offering—oh god I’m going to cum—”

He growled into her cunt and sucked her clit hard. Lila shattered. Her orgasm ripped through her so violently her vision whited out. She squirted against his tongue, thighs shaking, a broken wail tearing from her throat.

Even before she finished pulsing, he tore his mouth away. Saliva and her cream dripped from his jaws. With terrifying ease he spun her around, shoved her forward, and forced her down onto her hands and knees in the pine needles. The fat head of his monstrous cock dragged through her folds, coating itself in her slick.

“Beg,” he snarled.

“Breed me,” Lila gasped immediately, pushing her ass back like a bitch in heat. “Please, I want to be your forest bride. Ruin my human pussy with that huge cock. Pump me full of your cum until my belly swells. Claim me—please—”

He slammed forward.

The first thrust drove half his massive length into her. Lila’s mouth fell open in a silent scream. The ridges dragged along every sensitive inch inside her, stretching her cunt wider than she had ever been stretched. Pain and pleasure detonated together. He drew back and drove again, burying another thick inch, then another, until finally his heavy balls slapped against her clit and his ridged base kissed her swollen lips. She was completely impaled.

Then he began to rut.

There was no gentleness. He fucked her like the starving beast he was—hips snapping with brutal force, claws digging into the soft flesh of her hips hard enough to draw pinpricks of blood. Every thrust made her tits swing and her knees skid in the dirt. The wet, filthy sound of his cock reaming her sopping cunt filled the night. Lila screamed in pure ecstasy, pushing back to meet every savage stroke.

“Harder—fuck me harder—make me yours—”

He snarled and suddenly yanked free. Before she could protest he flipped her onto her back like she weighed nothing, hooked her legs over his bony shoulders, and folded her in half. The mating press was merciless. His antlers loomed above her as he drove back inside in one brutal thrust. This angle let him grind directly against her cervix with every plunge. His glowing ribcage pressed to her soft tits, cold flame licking at her nipples without burning.

Lila lost the ability to form words. She could only sob and wail as he pounded her senseless. His cock bullied her womb, ridges catching on her g-spot over and over until she was cumming again, pussy spasming and squirting around his pistoning shaft. The forest rang with the obscene slap of his heavy balls against her ass and the wet squelch of her overfilled cunt.

The Wendigo’s growls grew deeper, more feral. His thrusts became erratic, hips stuttering.

“Take it,” he snarled against her ear, voice like an avalanche. “Take every drop, my eager little bride.”

He buried himself to the hilt and came.

The first pulse of his cum was so icy-hot it stole her breath. Thick, glowing ropes hosed directly into her womb. Lila’s eyes rolled back as another devastating orgasm crashed through her. He kept pumping—pulse after heavy pulse—until her belly actually rounded slightly from the sheer volume. Cum squirted out around his cock with every thrust, coating her ass and the pine needles beneath them.

Even as he kept spurting the last thick jets, he lowered his massive head. His jaws opened. Fangs sank into the meat of her shoulder in a claiming bite.

Pain flared white-hot. At the same moment, the bite seemed to ignite every nerve in her body. Lila came again so hard her vision tunneled, a raw, animal scream ripping from her throat. The bond snapped into place like a living thing—his hunger, his cold fire, his eternal claim—flooding her mind as his cum continued to pump into her overflowing womb.

She clung to his antlers, gasping, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaking her face.

“I’m yours,” she whispered hoarsely against his bony cheek. “Forever your forest bride. I’ll never leave your ravenous side.”

The Wendigo lifted his bloodied muzzle, glowing eyes softening with something ancient and possessive. His antlers flared brighter than the moon above them both.

And then, in the sudden ringing silence, Lila smiled with sharp, newly lengthened teeth.

“Finally,” she said in a voice that was no longer entirely human. “I’ve been so fucking hungry.”