08-29-2017, 04:17 PM
It's all Blake can do to go numb from shock at the end of being brutalized, wounded and abused and completely worn out. He doesn't even have enough energy to crawl away at the end, grab something, anything to stall his assailant while he limped away - though, he deduces in his hazy state, with a beast like this he wouldn't get far. So, with no other method of escape, he lets the darkness take him once the monster is spent, and passes out into a dreamless, black sleep.
He wakes with a weak start only when he feels the ground fall away under him, gasping for breath and a foothold until the pain shooting through his gently jostling body reminds him that what happened to him was very much real. He can't bring himself to make noise, throat raw from screaming, and his body cannot bear to move and kick and thrash at the thing carrying him, and it's all he can do to go limp and weep silently at his fate, to be made into some sort of fucksleeve or a meal for this beast. At this point, he thinks being a meal might be better.
The creature lays him down and locks him into a tight hug - Blake figures it must be to keep him from sneaking off in the night - and only then does he realize the true form of his assailant - a werewolf, a feral from the forest. He's seen their pelts over the shoulders of nobles and great hunters, and he's seen their skulls on tavern walls, but never a live one - and certainly not one so utterly large(though he privately thinks of course it looks smaller if it's just the pelt in an effort to muster up some modicum of bravery. Even so, without his staff and his reagents, he's not got much magic to fight this thing off.
So he waits, fearfully, for the werewolf to wake, and in the meantime, tries to devise some plan of escape. He can feel the warmth of the wolf's cum seeping out of him, and it keeps him awake, and it keeps him reliving the brutal attack over and over. He's not prepared when Fire Tail stirs - the moment he moves again to wake up the tears begin to fall again, and it's a wonder he's not completely dehydrated by now. He backs away quietly when the wolf gets up and begins to groom himself, until he can feel the cold of the cave wall behind him, and looks desperately for something, anything to channel his magic through to at least stun the wolf for a moment in order to escape.
He wakes with a weak start only when he feels the ground fall away under him, gasping for breath and a foothold until the pain shooting through his gently jostling body reminds him that what happened to him was very much real. He can't bring himself to make noise, throat raw from screaming, and his body cannot bear to move and kick and thrash at the thing carrying him, and it's all he can do to go limp and weep silently at his fate, to be made into some sort of fucksleeve or a meal for this beast. At this point, he thinks being a meal might be better.
The creature lays him down and locks him into a tight hug - Blake figures it must be to keep him from sneaking off in the night - and only then does he realize the true form of his assailant - a werewolf, a feral from the forest. He's seen their pelts over the shoulders of nobles and great hunters, and he's seen their skulls on tavern walls, but never a live one - and certainly not one so utterly large(though he privately thinks of course it looks smaller if it's just the pelt in an effort to muster up some modicum of bravery. Even so, without his staff and his reagents, he's not got much magic to fight this thing off.
So he waits, fearfully, for the werewolf to wake, and in the meantime, tries to devise some plan of escape. He can feel the warmth of the wolf's cum seeping out of him, and it keeps him awake, and it keeps him reliving the brutal attack over and over. He's not prepared when Fire Tail stirs - the moment he moves again to wake up the tears begin to fall again, and it's a wonder he's not completely dehydrated by now. He backs away quietly when the wolf gets up and begins to groom himself, until he can feel the cold of the cave wall behind him, and looks desperately for something, anything to channel his magic through to at least stun the wolf for a moment in order to escape.