The light of dawn filtered through the trees, warm and cruel.

  The female werewolf woke up with a low moan. Her whole body ached. Every muscle felt pulled tight, her thighs sore, her belly... swollen, heavy, as if something alive were inside. And then that heat. Sticky, wet, deep. A strange heat that made her shiver even now.

  She opened her eyes. Everything was swaying.

  She was moving.

  She realized she was slung over a shoulder, carried like a sack of meat. Her head dangled to one side, long hair falling over her face. Her body was wrapped tightly in Kael’s rough cloak, bound so snug she couldn’t even move her arms or legs. Only her feet and tail stuck out, like decoration.

  “...f-fuck…” she whispered.

  She could feel his seed leaking from her thighs, slowly, sliding down the cloak and across her skin. Every step made it slip a little more. Inside, she was still full, swollen, tight.

  She squirmed, growling. “Let me go, you bastard!”

  Kael snorted and hoisted her up better, holding her with one arm. “Awake already, huh? Impressive.”

  “What the fuck... what did you do to me?!”

  “I fucked you. Three times. Maybe four. I lost count when you started screaming instead of talking.”

  She struggled, trying to free her arms. But the cloak was wrapped so tight, and Kael’s grip so solid, it felt like a trap designed just for her.

  “You damn... asshole... let me go or—”

  Kael stopped. He turned slightly and, in a low, icy voice, whispered: “Keep moving and I’ll fuck you again. Right here. Right now. Until you pass out again, you furry little whore.”

  The female werewolf froze.

  A shiver ran down her spine. It was rage. Humiliation. But also that cursed heat between her legs, fring back up. Her pussy still throbbed. Her inner walls clenched at the emptiness. She wanted more, even if she couldn't admit it to herself.

  “…son of a bitch,” she hissed softly.

  Kael chuckled and gave her ass a smack. “Good girl. That’s better. Now behave. We’re almost at the cabin. We’ll have breakfast... and maybe I’ll fuck you again.”

  The female werewolf stayed still. Blushing, heart pounding, teeth clenched, and pussy still dripping with the hero’s seed.

  The silence of the forest was broken only by his footsteps, heavy and sure. He walked for a while without a word, while she barely squirmed, frustrated, humiliated… and wetter than ever.

  Then the path opened between the trees, revealing a solitary structure, rough: dark wood, stone, and the scent of smoke.

  Kael pushed the door open with a shoulder and stepped inside. Inside, shadows, furs, hanging weapons, and a wide bed made of logs and the hides of massive beasts.

  Without hesitation, he threw her onto the bed like she was nothing more than a warm, breathing trophy.

  Kael’s fingers grabbed the knot of the cloak and yanked it free. One pull, and the rough fabric slid off her, leaving her completely naked, still soaked with his cum, trickling slowly down her thighs.

  The female werewolf let out a choked whimper, trying to get to her feet. But her legs shook like leaves, weak, wrecked from what she had just endured. She took a step, staggered, nearly fell... but with a furious growl she still tried to bolt for the door.

  A wounded beast. Proud. Still pissed off.

  And still convinced she could escape.

  Kael ughed.

  “Again? Tsk.”

  In an instant he was on her, lifting her by the hips and smming her against the wooden wall. His cock was already hard, and her pussy still far too welcoming. He entered her again with a single thrust, making her eyes roll back.

  “NO... stop…!” she whimpered, as he pounded into her with brutal force, the wood groaning with every sm.

  “You tried to run. Now you get punished.”

  And he gave her all of it. Another breath-stealing fuck, dominating her like a beast. When he came inside her again, the female werewolf was once more bent over, trembling, unable to stand.

  Kael let her colpse on the bed, panting, then sat down at the table and helped himself to bread and dried meat.

  “Eat,” he said, tossing her a piece. She gred at him, proud even in ruin.

  “I won’t touch food from a pig like you.”

  “As you wish.”

  He ate in silence. But he knew it wasn’t over.

  Sure enough, soon after, he heard the faint creak of the door.

  “...tsk.”

  She was trying to escape. Again. With trembling legs and a body still full of his seed, she was trying to crawl out of the cabin.

  Kael stood up. Two steps, and he grabbed her by the tail.

  “Where the fuck do you think you're going, little slut?”

  He smmed her onto the table, spread her legs, and fucked her right there, among the bread and meat, while she tried to scream but could only moan.

  The fuck was short and savage, him smming into her while biting at her neck. By the time he was close, the female werewolf had passed out again, mouth half-open.

  Kael gave her a vicious sp on the ass, waking her with a hoarse gasp.

  “Wake up. Your breakfast’s ready.”

  He brought the tip of his cock to her lips. It was so thick it barely fit. Then he came, filling her mouth, making her cough as the hot seed dribbled down one side of her lips.

  He held her there, hands gripping her head, as she tried to swallow as much as she could, still dazed and with his taste deep in her throat.

  “Enjoy your breakfast, little beast.”

  Kael leaned back in the chair, satisfied, while the female werewolf colpsed on the floor, her mouth still messy with his cum, lips trembling, eyes wet.

  He ughed. A deep, rough, mocking ugh.

  “Look at you... Goddess, you look like a bone licked clean by a pack of dogs.”

  She shot him a fiery gre, then licked her lips to clean herself, spitting on the floor in rage.

  Kael stood, walked over, and as he looked at her, he said with a bastard’s smile: “I’m calling you Werebitch.”

  The she-wolf stopped licking her chin and gred at him, eyes narrowed and full of fury.

  “I already have a name, asshole. That’s not it.”

  Kael knelt beside her and grabbed her chin roughly, forcing her to look into his eyes.

  “I don’t give a fuck what your name is. From now on, you’re Werebitch. And if you ever say that ‘I already have a name’ crap again, I’ll shove my cock down your throat until you forget it.”

  She swallowed. Growled softly. But said nothing.

  Kael let her go and walked to a shelf, pulling down a rough, sturdy rope. He came back, grabbed her by the hair, and tied it tightly around her neck, knotting it well.

  “Perfect. Now you really look like what you are: my bitch.”

  The she-wolf flinched, baring her teeth. “I’m not a fucking bitch. I’m a werewo—”

  A look. Just that.

  Kael froze her in pce, without even saying a word. She shut up, clenching her teeth. The leash weighed heavy around her neck, humiliating, burning like a brand.

  Kael slung his pack over his shoulder, grabbed the rope’s end, and gave it a light tug.

  “Let’s go.”

  She stared at him, incredulous. “Where the fuck are you taking me?”

  Kael turned, never stopping his stride.

  “Home.”

  And with another tug of the leash, he made her walk on all fours behind him—naked, exhausted, and now branded as his.