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contains: monster fucker, werewolf, cunnilingus, oral f relieving, knotting, breeding, mating press

Chisaki let out a breath she was holding.

She entered her name into the raffle. Now, fate would decide whether she was picked or not. Yasuhiro and Celeste had entered their names months before her and had yet to be selected for each full moon after. Her hands shook as she walked away, her back to the burlap sack hanging outside the village chief's house.

“You’ve seen plenty of people do this during your life. How are you nervous?” Celeste scoffed.

“You weren’t nervous knowing you have no say in what happens?” Chisaki’s brows creased. Almost everyone at the ceremony was nervous before and after they were chosen.

“No, there are plenty of people whose names are still there years after they’ve turned 21, people who have forgotten they even put their name in the raffle.” Celeste could only assume her words were comforting.

“Hey, it’s not like they’ll pick you, right? Your birthday was three days ago. That would be some shitty luck.” Yasuhiro scratched the back of his head.

“You’re the fortune teller! Give me my fortune. Let me know if something will happen!” Chisaki clasped her hands together, pleading with her friend.

“I don’t know… My predictions have a thirty percent chance of being right and… seventy percent chance of being wrong…”

“I don’t care! It’s something! I can’t just leave Leon when we started dating months ago.”

“Ugh, I still don’t understand why you’re dating him when he has a reputation for being a heartbreaker across the village.” Celeste smoothed down her clothing.

“He’s cute…”

“I’ll admit we have different tastes.”

“The full moon is in a couple of weeks. The least we can do is live it up until then.” Yasuhiro shrugged.

“I guess you’re right,” Then it dawned on her. “What do you mean live it up? I’m not going to die!”

“Who knows, the people who enter the forest never return.” Yasuhiro chuckled awkwardly.

“Duh, it’s called Wolfswälder. Of course, no one will ever come back.”

“People are dying?!” Chisaki gasped, eyes blown wide.

“No, no, no! Yasuhiro chuckled awkwardly. She’s just making assumptions, right Celeste?” He elbowed the goth girl.

“I mean, why else wouldn’t they come back?” Celeste shrugged. “It’s not like they were banished. This full moon ritual has been going on forever.”

“Whatever, I’ll just try to forget this.”

Chisaki turned on her heel and walked away. She was looking for Leon, the chief’s son. He’d know how to comfort her. She could already imagine him taking her into his arms and telling her everything was okay. He’d hold her tight in his big, strong arms, and she would feel protected and safe. Celeste’s words about the ritual were dwindling, and she walked around looking for him, asking the baker and the kids about it by the fountain in the center of the village.

The village was at the center of a forest that went on for miles. No one ever dared to go outside the perimeter. There were rumors that, at one time, monsters and humans lived in harmony in the forest, but because of something that happened, the humans were pushed to the center by the monsters and terrorized and preyed on. The first village chief had made a truce with whoever had led the monsters, the ritual being upheld for years after the first village chief died. The monsters didn’t enforce the promise to terrorize the villagers anymore and grew antsy and bloodthirsty, leading to more sacrifices during the ritual. Whoever was chosen had to throw something they cherished most into the purple flame before being led to the village perimeter.

Typically, during midday, Leon would be outside tossing around some ball made of leather with his friends; she would be able to easily find them because of their hooting and hollering in joyous glee. Chisaki hugged her arms around herself and sat down at the fountain when she circled to the center of the village. If it were any other circumstance, she would be okay not knowing where he was and would hang out with her friends instead, but her friend's words weren’t as comforting as he could be. Chisaki swore she heard his laughter and turned around. Leon had his arm slung around Sayaka, who was laughing and giggling. They had been best friends since he was little. When Sayaka noticed Chisaki, she stopped laughing and removed his arm around his shoulders, pointing Chisaki out. For some reason, Sayaka had a problem with her even though she never really had a problem with how close Leon and Sayaka were.

“Hey, Chisaki!” Leon smiled and made his way over to her. “Happy birthday! I can’t believe you’re twenty-one. Have you put your name in the raffle yet?”

“Thanks,” She wasn’t going to tell him her birthday was three days ago. “I just put my name in the raffle.”

“Hey, maybe we both get chosen to go to the woods. That would be hella awesome, wouldn’t it?”

“Yeah, about that– “

“It’s an honor to speak with the monsters we live with, don’t you think? And if we both got to live out there, we could have some privacy, if you know what I mean.” Leon winked at her with a laugh.

“Yeah, yeah… I’m feeling a little bit nervous, maybe even afraid…”

“Why would you be nervous? It’s a random raffle. Does everyone have a chance of getting picked?”

The sides of her face were heating up. Her fear was stupid. Of course, it would get laughed at. What was she thinking? He was right; everyone had the same chance of getting picked up in the raffle and sent to the surrounding forest. She laughed it off awkwardly.

“Yeah, yeah. You’re right!”

“See? There’s nothing to fear. It’s all going to be okay. Now, I promised Sayaka I would take her out to lunch. Bye!”

“Wait, but– I can come too.” She sighed and watched him walk away.

Oh, Leon was so very wrong. Chisaki was the second person picked from the raffle. Standing in the small tent behind the stage at the center of the village, she kept looking over the white dress she was told to wear. The fabric was sheer in some places, showing off certain… aspects. She pulled her hair into a tight ponytail and set her clothes on the stool in the corner. She couldn’t bring anything when she was escorted to the perimeter. Her parents weren’t in the crowd when she got picked, and she wouldn’t be there when she threw in her most treasured object. Smoothing down the billowy white dress, she pulled the curtain back and stepped out. Locking eyes with the boy that was chosen, she could see the fear on his face. He looked as scared as she felt. Before she could tell him that nothing wrong would happen, four village guards came over with their hulking armor and large polearms.

She chucked in the love letter Leon had given her months ago, watching the paper curl in on itself and burn with the coals, the purple flame engulfing it. As a child, she dreamed of freely going into the forest whenever she pleased. It was full of wildlife, and the ground beneath her feet was damp. She took one last look behind her, the guards blocking her way back in. The hair on the back of her neck stood up, and she looked back out into the forest. Something was watching her. She could feel it. The need to run vibrated in her bones, but she continued to walk carefully, paying attention to each noise around her. She was alone. The other person chosen in the raffle was escorted to the other side of the village. Coming across a river, she knelt and let the cool water run across her hands; she touched her hands to her neck, hopefully calming down her racing heart.

Something was breathing down her neck, and she froze. Looking up, she noticed a big, furry creature staring at her. Its dog-like nose flared, and the ears on its head twitched. Its massive claws hung at its sides. She never knew that the creatures in the woods were monsters like this. Whatever was behind her shoved her down into the river as it leaped over her. The furry creature went down with a thud, and she could hear growling and snarling. Propping herself up, she pulled herself out of the river. The wet sheer fabric clung to her form. A shadow loomed over her as she tried to wring the dress out.

“Leave.”

“Excuse me?”

A big, ash-blonde-furred wolf was standing over her. Blue eyes peering down at her with disgust. The wolf did not look happy either; its fur was ruffled, with a few cuts on their body. The wolf scoffed.

“You heard me. You’ll keep attracting them, so just leave.”

“Attract what?”

“Other werewolves. I would like to live in solitude, thank you.”

“Werewolves? But– Those don’t exist.”

“You’re looking at one.” The werewolf snarled.

“Yeah, well, you look like a fluffy teddy bear.”

“Whatever. I’m not saving you again if they come after you.”

“Come after me?”

The werewolf turned away, ignoring her question and walking away.

“Ugh, fine. It’s not like I need protection.” Chisaki brushed herself off and walked off in the other direction.

She walked for what felt like hours. The sun was starting to go down. Her feet were tired, and she was beginning to feel a chill. The wet dress didn’t help protect her from the cold temperature of the night. She couldn’t help but think her friends were having a great time at home, in their warm beds, talking to their parents and not having a care in the world. She would give anything to be back in the village again. The foliage rustled, and she stopped dead in her tracks; looking around and squinting, her ears picked up the faint sound of rain. If her dress weren’t dry now, it certainly wouldn’t be dry with the rain. Something in the distance rustled again, and the hair on her arms stood on end. She was being watched again. After running into that werewolf, she kept her eyes open and surveyed the forest for whatever may be lurking nearby. She could see a large shadow in the distance.

She kicked off running, Not keen to find out if it was a threat. There was a howl in the distance, and something was running behind her.

“We must stop meeting like this. You’re annoying, and mortals get easily injured.”

She squeaked when she collided with a furry wall.”

“What are you doing here?” She stumbled back.

“Looking for food,” The werewolf grumbled out.

“If we’re already acquainted, then my name is Chisaki.”

“I don’t care. Come with me.”

“Hey, hey! Woah– “

The werewolf picked her up and walked off, his tail swaying slowly. He carried her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. She was set down on a bed of moss and comfortable foliage. She squeaked and covered herself.

“Please don’t eat me! I’m sorry!”

“I don’t eat annoying humans; I’m not a cannibal.”

“Wh– Huh?”

“I’m half human, half monster. Of course, that would be cannibalism.”

She felt the moss on her legs and pressed her knees against her chest.

“What am I lying on?”

“My nest.”

“Nest?!”

“It’s a bed. What? I had to make do with what I have out here.”

“So, are you going to kill me?”

“No.”

“Then why did you save me?”

“Because I have some humanity left.”

“Oh.”

“Seeing as the others will hunt you throughout the forest, you can stay here.”

“But you don’t like me…”

“I’d rather not indirectly be the reason you die.”

“Okay…” she shivered, her teeth chattering. “ I uh—I thought monsters were horrible.”

“You’re cold.” He glanced at her, hovering on the farthest edge of the nest away from her.

“It’s okay, it’ll be fine.”

“Stand up.”

“No, no. It’s okay.”

“Fine.”

Her eyes widened when his large frame leaned over hers. His claws ripped through her wet dress in the blink of an eye. He didn’t care about her trying to cover herself or looking away in embarrassment.

“There, you won't be cold.”

“What the hell?!”

“It was wet. You were cold. Something wet will make you colder.”

“That’s it?”

“I don’t care what you look like. I do care about you not getting sick.”

Chisaki bit the inside of her cheek. Now, she wondered why the raffle existed if the creatures in the forest weren’t killing people. The werewolf’s ears flattened against his head.

“Byakuya.”

“Huh?”

“My name is Byakuya.”

“Do you mind if I ask you something?”

He shrugged.

“Do you know why the village sends two people into the forest for every full moon?”

“To build the population.”

“Pardon?”

“Mating.”

“Come again,”

“So we can breed because the humans in the village exterminated us in waves a long time ago.”

“You’re supposed to– To breed me?” Chisaki scooted to the other side of the nest.

“If I wanted to, yes, but I’m not one for the thrill of the chase. Especially when they cry and scream.”

“So, is that why you saved me?”

“Yes.”

“I- I’m going to bed.”

She turned over, her back facing the werewolf. She wasn’t going to bed, but she didn’t want to discuss it with him anymore. The concept made her uneasy, a pit forming at the bottom of her stomach.

In the morning, she got up and felt grimy all over; turning over, she nudged Byakuya, who was curled up like he was taking a nap but turned over, wide awake.

“What?”

“I’m going to go to that river and bathe.”

“Ugh, why? You’ll just wash off the forest scent, making it easier for them to smell you.”

“I don’t care. I feel gross and disgusting.”

“Alright, go bathe yourself.” He turned back over, his tail thumping against the nest.

Chisaki sneaked out of the cave and over to the river. She grimaced when she saw all the mud and grass splotched over her skin. She certainly needed to wash it off. Humming to herself as she washed away the dirt and grime with the cold running water, she was utterly oblivious to the forest around her. The forest scent and part of Byakuya’s scent were getting cleaned off her. Even though the cave was close to the river, he could smell it from miles away. His eyes opened, and he groaned, pulling himself from his shallow slumber.

“Come on,” He grabbed her wrist. Looking off in the distance.

“I’m not done– “

“You’re shivering. Let’s go.”

“How would I dry off– “

“I don’t know. For all I care, you can use the scraps of your dress or some leaves.”

“You know, I’m getting sick of your apathetic attitude.”

He snarled, bearing his teeth.

“I don’t want to get too attached. Now, come.” He pulled her away, ears standing tall. He could hear something breathing in the distance.

There wasn’t anything in the cave to dry herself off, so Byakuya begrudgingly said she could cuddle him until she felt warmer. Subconsciously, she nuzzled into his fur, closed her eyes, and decided that she would just take a nap if they weren’t going to move. Byakuya’s breath hitched in his throat; her scent was all around him like a gas he couldn’t escape. His ears pressed flat against his head. He wanted to stay like this forever. Hold her. Fuck her. Breed her– He shook his head. No, that was wrong. He wasn’t going to take part in this stupid, belittling human ritual.

“I’m sorry, is this uncomfortable?”

“No.”

“Your voice cracked.”

“Are you dry?”

“Mostly, yeah.”

“Good, you’re suffocating me.”

He initially meant to move her off of him instead of rollover. Her body tensed up, and the sides of her face grew warm. Byakuya’s mouth went dry, staring at her lying beneath him. Her hair fanned out around her head, mostly damp.

“Am I still suffocating you?” Her voice was quiet.

“I didn’t mean– No, this isn’t– “

“I mean, isn’t this the point?” Chisaki shrugged, looking anywhere but at the werewolf hovering over her.

“I- These rituals are stupid.”

When she lay on top of him, his fur was warm and inviting. She wanted to cuddle him forever. It was so comfortable. Now, the atmosphere was much warmer in a different way.

“You smell like me…” He mumbled.

Instinctively, he licked her cheek, looking at her for a response. When she didn’t pull away or visibly look disgusted, he continued to lick her bare skin. Perhaps she tasted as lovely as she smelt. Her skin was salty, almost like licking a salt lamp. Her hips were little in his big furry hands, and he held her down as he flicked his tongue out. Swiping it against her clit. He looked up for a reaction. Her head was thrown back. His tongue was enormous, like sandpaper, all the more stimulating than a human tongue. She whined and tried to closer her legs but wound up squeezing her legs against his head as he mercilessly fucked his tongue into her sopping wet hole. Licking and slurping up any juices he could. He hoped that this would be enough to save him, but Byakuya couldn’t help but think of fucking her. Knotting her and watching her stomach swell slightly.

“Wait, wait, that’s not going to–”

Her words were ripped from her when he pushed his cock in. He filled her up. Instead of giving her a moment to catch her breath, he bullied his cock into her. Snarling and growling, he was like an animal in heat, probably because he was in heat. She was his fucktoy, a ragdoll he could use whichever way he pleased. His scent was going to be all over her now. The base of his cock expanded, and he howled, throwing his head back. His nails dug into her skin. The tip of his dick brushed against her womb. His knot stuck them together, trapping his cum.

Coming down from his high, he couldn’t move. They were stuck together until the swelling went down. Chisaki’s eyes glazed over, staring at the ceiling. She tried to move, but a sharp pain shot through her spine.

“Ow, ow, ow– “

“I don’t– sorry, we can’t move yet.”

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