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The Wolf's Snare	By : JustS Category: +S through Z > Tomb Raider (all) > Tomb Raider (all) Views: 92629 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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The Wolf's Snare
Chapter One: Lara Lets Her Guard Down
Lara cooed, her flesh bristling with goosebumps as she stepped further into the water. Though it was an uncharacteristically warm and sunny day on the island, the clear sparkling water of this naturally formed pool was still chilly against her skin.
She trudged further in, submerging her naked body deeper in the pure, natural liquid. While its temperature might have been mildly uncomfortable at first, the sensation of it cleansing her sweat, blood and mud covered skin more than made up for it. It had been days since she had been shipwrecked alone on the island and equally long since she'd had the luxury of having a wash.
She let out longer breathes as she went deeper, feeling the coolness and the weight of the water against her upper body and lungs. She had her eyes closed, enduring and enjoying the moment as she walked gingerly on the pebble covered bed.
Created by a moderate sized waterfall and filtrated by the adjoining stream, this beautiful pool lay in a ridged clearing with only two passageways to the north and east. Her last, distasteful encounter with those bandits had been three days ago and given the secluded nature of this precious deposit of H20 she felt safe enough to make use of it.
First she'd washed her clothes at the pool's edge, gradually stripping down and hand-wringing each garment. She even took out and cleaned her hair tie, allowing her long brunette hair free. Unable to completely dry the garments herself – particularly her thick trousers – she decided to leave them on some sun-exposed tree branches. Hopefully, they would dry out a bit more while she went for a dip.
Before being stranded on the island she would have never considered going naked in the outside world. Now, having decided it was safe enough, she didn't even hesitate to start stripping off - societal judgements meant nothing out here. Besides, after days of hardship, barely surviving with only one set of clothes, this was too good an opportunity to pass by.
She felt liberated, not just because she was savouring this wonderful, cleansing gift of nature. It was a particular kind of thrill to be naked in the wild - there was something so primal, so natural about it. She was starting to understand why nudists enjoyed it so much.
Now she was up to her neck, standing gingerly on the underwater bed of smooth pebbles. Her long locks and dual necklaces drifted upon the clear surface. She dipped her head forward and drank down some more of the fresh liquid. Washing and drinking were such simple things but given the last few dire days they felt like so luxurious and heavenly.
She splashed her face, using her hands to massage the layers of caked-on grime off. She began to swim forward, feeling the the same grunge begin to wash from the rest of her nubile body as she pushed through the water.
She made it to the waterfall, standing up out of the pool and allowing the coursing torrent to rush over her uninhibited female form. The chilled, powerful shower took her breath away at first but she gradually adapted to it before using her hands to rub off the remainder of the detritus from her skin.
Satisfied with her cleaning job she turned towards the centre of the pool and dove in, swimming under the surface. She estimated that it reached a maximum depth of about two metres, being just deep enough to swim underwater.
She spent many long, luxurious minutes just swimming and idling around in the pool. She had no idea when - or even if - she'd have an opportunity like this again.
After one of her many underwater jaunts she ascended, raising her head above the surface. She inhaled some of the fresh clean air into her lungs, her sodden hair clinging to her face as droplets rolled off of her.
As she wiped her fringe out of her eyes she suddenly sensed something from the shore. Instantly switching from relaxed to alert, she sank down to her nose and began to back away from the land.
She slunk behind one of the half-submerged rocks near the waterfall, constantly scanning the shore around her. Her heart was beating hard, her nasal exhales and inhales lightly disturbing the water's surface.
Finally, she spotted what had caused the disturbance - a wolf had wandered into view. She would have uttered an anxious curse had her mouth not been underwater.
Before being shipwrecked Lara had considered herself an animal lover. Having since been forced to hunt and feast on docile deer and fight for her life against packs of wild wolves she didn't know if she could look upon any creatures the same way again.
She watched the wolf saunter around the shore, occasionally stopping to put its nose to the ground.
It seemed to be oblivious to her presence thus far. Lara hoped her scent was masked by the water.
If worse came to worse and it spotted her right now she ought to be able to out-swim it. However, it would make up ground on foot and she was too far from her bow, quiver and guns.
Her anxiety increased as the canine approached her equipment. Her hanging clean clothes hopefully left little trace of her especially since they were too high up for the wolf to take a good smell of. It did sniff at her weapons and other items which lay on the ground though.
The creature looked much like the other grey wolves that Lara had encountered on the island - however it was missing a distinct chunk of its left ear as if it had been bitten off in conflict.
After many long, heart-pounding moments the wolf – apparently finding little of interest - had smelt all it wanted to and started to slink away.
Lara kept her gaze tightly locked on the dog until it was out of sight and then remained submerged behind the rock for a few more minutes. The breeze, the waterfall and the general forest background noise made it difficult to detect for signs of movements, however she felt fairly sure that given its leisurely gait it was likely clear of the area by now.
She slowly moved out from behind her hiding place and began to swim as quickly yet quietly as possible towards her gear. Her eyes scanned back and forth across the shoreline as she went, vowing that she wouldn't let herself feel safe until she made it to her pistol.
Reaching the bank, she rose to her feet. Water drizzled down her smooth, curvaceous body as she stepped out of the shallows and walked swiftly towards her gear.
She breathed a sigh of relief as she stopped before her pile of weapons. Thankfully, the ground nearby was free from foliage and other places a wolf could hide in. Still, she didn't intend to spend any more time here than necessary now that she knew that it wasn't 100% safe.
She grabbed her hair tie from the tree branch, preparing to pull her hair back into usual, practical ponytail. The stretchy coil was still a little damp indicating that all of her garments likely weren't fully dried out yet. Moist clothes were of very little concern to her right now though.
With her hair tied back, she next reached up to take her underwear.
Suddenly, she felt a presence. Without thinking she moved to face it, swivelling her neck and upper body to look behind her. In the briefest of moments, she caught sight of a dark object low to the ground out of the corner of her eye. Before she had time to react or even interpret it, the object pounced.
The creature-like mass collided with her, knocking her off her feet. In the instant that she fell with the object she realised that it was the wolf - it must have silently circled around and flanked her the moment she left the water.
She landed face down on the ground with a thud, the beast landing on her back. Alarmed that her safety was compromised, her immediate instinct was to get away before the creature sank its teeth into her. Desperately, she attempted to scramble forward on her knees and elbows, expecting to either pull away or to be dealt a savage bite at any moment.
Neither of those things happened.
Though she'd managed to frantically crawl at least a metre forward, the unsettling weight and warmth of the beast had stayed right where it was, as if she hadn't move at all. Disturbingly, the wild beast was tenaciously clinging to her, hunched over her vulnerable bare body with its front legs gripping her at the waist and its hind legs attempting to root both of them to the ground.
It was growling - though not full-blown snarling - seemingly not interested in feasting on her.
'What are you doing?!' Lara shouted in one of her typical, pointless utterances.
Realising that crawling forward was achieving nothing, she madly shook her hips from side to side to try to throw the canine loose. However, the beast was too heavy and had too strong a grip to be moved, keeping her on her knees.
While she tried in vain to roll to the side the wolf shifted slightly, bringing its hind legs closer and hunching its lower back down further. Lara felt its thick fur and body warmth bristle upon her hindquarters and something thick and pointed prod against her thigh.
Her eyes widened as it finally dawned on her what he was trying to do.
'No no no!' She exclaimed, trying to crawl away once more. Her escape attempt - as before - was pointless as she dragged him along with her. She tried to angle her hips down and close her legs but there was only so much she could do with him wrapped over her rump with his powerful legs spread between hers.
Her continued resistance clearly aggravated him as his growl turned aggressively louder and deeper, its vibrations rattling through her naked frame below him.
Still in a frenzied adrenaline high she continued to fight him. He bent his head down, finally making use of his teeth as he closed his jaw around her delicate neck. However, instead of tearing into her human flesh he clamped down just barely enough as to not damage the skin.
Lara flinched in terror as she felt his teeth upon her. She ceased all movement, her naked body quivering, heart pounding in ears, breathes coming fast and shallow. Scared and trapped with her neck between his jaws she understood the threat that he was wordlessly communicating.
Swallowing whatever pride she had left, she begrudgingly resigned herself to his will, lest she risk her very life.
She stayed still and submissive, feeling his unsettling low growling and warm breath on her neck as he attempted to properly mount her. She was dreading his unsavoury member penetrating her but prayed that he'd get on with it so the ordeal would be over faster.
Finally, he found his target. Lara squeaked in anguish as his foreign canine head pushed past her nether lips, swiftly pressing inside her human womanhood. She grit her teeth, feeling her skin crawl as his raw sex easily spread her pristine velvety walls.
He quickly sheathed the entirety of his thick cock inside her. Lara uttered a noise of disgust, feeling the large, hot and likely unclean mass filling her.
Wasting little time and with no thought for her comfort the wolf quickly began to thrust back and forth. He took a few seconds to build up speed - other than that there was no suspense or technique, just raw, hard repeating drives.
His strong forelegs were still wrapped tightly around her hips, holding her still as he relentlessly drove his own hips forward. With each delving thrust his thick furry hind legs thumped against her rounded butt cheeks and thighs. Each impact caused her supple, hairless flesh to lightly ripple and her whole frame to rock. Rhythmically, her back bent slightly, her ample hanging breasts swung back and forth and her dual necklaces dangled erratically.
After quickly finding his rhythm her assailant had released her neck from his jaws, presumably to focus all of his energy on her ploughing her. She inferred that he was now sure that she wouldn't make another escape attempt. He was right.
Lara lowered her head, trying with all of her mental power to imagine that this wasn't happening. Things like pride and appearances meant little on this savage island but she couldn't help but feel humiliated at was transpiring.
She wondered what led the wolf to do this, to be aroused and to forcefully mate with her, a human woman. Was it desperation, loneliness or some mental condition? There would be no answer to this question, not that it mattered now anyway.
The wolf continued his steady yet wild thrusts, his roughly five inches of wolfhood delving between Lara's tight, velvety walls over and over. His mouth agape, he was panting and grumbling above her, clearly revelling in the situation.
Having been perspiring since her initial frantic escape attempt, Lara's flesh was now moist with sweat. The once pleasant warm sunshine only made her hotter, its bright, positive influence doing nothing to help her situation. One bead of sweat gathered upon her forehead, rolling over her eyebrow before falling to the ground below.
Lara gasped as her head was pulled back. Her assailant had gripped her ponytail between his jaws for stability and perhaps further dominance. This wasn't comfortable on her neck but then nothing about this situation was.
It was at this moment that the wolf upped his motions. He started thumping harder and faster against and inside her, her supple flesh jiggling and bending more vigorously. Her breasts swung back and forth more quickly and shorter, sharper breathes were forced from her lungs.
Lara knew he must be close to his climax. She was both relieved and horrified in equal measure by this thought - happy that it would soon be over but dreading having hot wolf cum fired inside her.
Her emotions still meaning nothing, she continued to submissively endure this unsettling copulation. Her joints and muscles in her arms and legs were starting to feel fatigued while her behind was starting to feel faintly sore.
As if she hadn't been through enough, soon Lara became aware of something unexpected. The base of the wolf's shaft had expanded somehow, morphing into a spherical swelling that now thudded up against her nether lips as he continued to ram the majority of his length inside her.
She'd heard about the canine trait of knotting but it hadn't crossed her mind until now. She felt another adrenaline surge within her as the prospect of this inhuman sexual function came to mind. However, she suppressed her fight or flight response once again - not only did she fear his wrath but in theory the knotting process would not be harmful. After all, it was a evolutionary trait to increase the chances of conception, not hurt the female. It might be a strange, uncomfortable experience but she'd still rather endure that than risk pissing him off.
He continued to pant and pound at high speed, using all of his strength to roughly plough this human female. His knot was now full size, about double the girth of his thick member with the fleshy solidity of something close to an apple.
Lara steeled herself for what was about to happen.
Finally, he could no longer hold back his climax. He spluttered, putting all his energy and might behind one last thrust. His shaft pushed inside his mate one last time, its thick knot pressing itself in afterwards. Lara grunted in both surprise and fear as his growth pushed her pussy lips wide, his full length and knot plugging her up completely.
Lara squirmed and whined as she felt his hot, thick essence spurting forth and beginning to fill her belly. She knew that she couldn't escape - especially now she was fully bound to him by his knot - but she couldn't help physically manifest her discomfort and disapproval.
It was more of an unsettling feeling than one of discomfort, actually. No physical harm had befallen her during his forceful use of her body but the sensation of animal cum filling her made her feel disgusted and even more ashamed.
Continuing to be unsympathetic to her he stayed on top for a good minute or so, his cock and knot holding strong as he continued to gift her his seed. Having released his grip on her ponytail, Lara let her upper body sink to the ground, resting on her chest, sprawled arms and the side of her face. He held her lower body where it was, keeping her on her knees.
Like him, she was catching her breath, her chest expanding and collapsing with her breasts pressed against the grass. However, where he was recovering from an orgasm, she was recovering from the stress and humiliation of the ordeal.
Soon, she felt him clamber off of her hindquarters but to her surprise he didn't withdraw from her. He had turned around, now standing on all fours with his rear end against hers with his knot and shaft still locked inside her.
This was another unexpected occurrence for Lara but one that made her feel like she was almost free again. She made an attempt to remove his sex from hers through a motion so slight that she hoped he didn't see it as an escape attempt. Unfortunately, the width and thickness of the knot was still making it impossible for them to pull apart.
Lara lied patiently and submissively with her rump still in the air. Eventually, when his flow trickled down to nothing and his thick swelling softened, he pulled out. As soon as he was clear, her legs gave way and her lower body thudded to the ground.
Thoroughly satisfied with himself, he simply left her there – lying face down in the noon day sun, naked, sore and dishevelled with his cum leaking from between her legs.
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