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I’m a wolf.  And ye?  Ye’re a
good-for-nothing hoor.  Even yer old da wanted a piece of ye.”
    Lally tasted bile at the mention of her demented
father.  It wasn’t her fault!   How dare he?  Her heart pumped with fury
as she rushed the wolf-man, not knowing what she might do next.  Strike him? 
Kick him?  But no.  What was she doing?  Plunging her tongue into his
hot mouth!  Wolf caught her in his lean arms when she leapt at him.  Holding
her aloft, he returned her thirsty kisses.  Even his mouth was strong.
    Breaking from the desperate kiss, he dipped
Allerleirauh back.  Blood flowed to her brain, making her dizzy as Wolf ravaged
the breasts peeking out from under black snakeskin.  He bit her tits.  He
sucked her tender nipples so hard they stung.  He could do anything to her. 
She was his dinner.  Wolf ran his rough tongue the length of her chest and up
her neck, leaving traces of hot moisture in his wake.  Again and again he
lapped her skin.  What strength in his arms, that he could he support her.  The
power she perceived in his body made her muscles limp.
    When Wolf raised her to his lips, the collection of
blood in her head rushed straight to her cunt.  A tremble shot through her
core.  Grabbing his silver mane, she kissed the beast unrelentingly.  “You will
help with my mantle, you dirty dog,” she disparaged him.  “You harmful beast,
you callous brute!”  This would be their game.
    “Aye, I’ll help ye, trollymog,” Wolf replied,
abruptly releasing his grip on her.  When Lally tumbled down to earth, he
continued their match of denigration.  Grabbing her by the waist, he inverted
his princess-cum-whore.  “Turn yer belly to the ground, wee strumpet.  I cannot
bear to look upon yer bawdy face.”
    “Gladly shall I turn my face from you, vile
creature.  I would rather press my nose to the worm-infested soil than look
upon a filthy dog.”  This was a slight exaggeration, for Lally placed the
rabbit’s pelt under her cheek to separate it from the sharp twigs and cold
mud.  Taking in the earthy cologne mingled with the sweet aroma of animal fur,
she surrendered fleshy buttocks to the cool night air.  Her heart pounded. 
Allerleirauh ached to be penetrated by the rabid wolf.  “Well, beast?  Are you
a wolf or a mouse?” she provoked him.  “Ha!  I knew you were not man enough to
ravage me.”
    “Ye’ll find I’m well-favoured by Nature, wee stray. 
I only hesitate because ye reek of rank prossy.  But since ye’re begging for a
mount, I’ll oblige ye this once.  To my own detriment, I expect…”
    The heat of his fur-lined torso impassioned Lally’s
behind.  How cruel of the man to make her wait for the dirty work!  But it was
this very malice that caused her lower lips to flow with lustful waters.  In
one swift motion, Wolf pressed his hands upon her back and thrust his stiff
meat into her cunt.
    “Well-favoured my foot!” she cried through the sting
of its entry.  “Your member is no larger than my little finger!  I have seen
rats that outsized than you.”
    The slur encouraged Wolf to press Lally’s bare
shoulders to the ground.  A fallen branch scraped her arms, combining pain with
pleasure in a sizzling dance through her body.  Forcing himself into her with
increased vigour, Wolf responded to the insult.  “If yer sullytripe crevice
weren’t so loose, perhaps ye might feel when a man’s infiltrating ya.  Ye could
take a tree trunk in there and not feel a thing.”
    How could he ransack her body and generate insults at
the same time?  Lally’s mind barely functioned through the tumult.  Her brain
melted into a puddle of pleasure at the friction of his thrusting.
    “You…”  She grasped for an effrontery—anything to
make Wolf hold her arms against the forest floor and plough harder into her
ravenous cunt.  “…you gut-monger!”
    Wolf pulled out of her as quickly as he had entered. 
“Am I that, now?” he asked with a