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<blockquote class="quoteContainer"><div class="quote">Luna cried out in surprise as the wolf lapped at her face, its hot tongue leaving a slimy trail in its wake. She closed her eyes, expecting another lick; what happened instead sent a chill down her spine. Its hot breath smouldered against her neck, then, all at once, felt a tug on her shirt and heard the sound of tearing fabric. Her eyes shot open, staring in disbelief as the warg tore her top apart with practiced ease. Its dark aura was still around her, pressing against her senses, making it harder and harder to think at all. Things were happening too fast... she needed time to think, to figure out a way to fight it...<br/>
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She writhed again, thrashing pointlessly against the wolf’s much larger form, trying to get free. She let out a little squeak when it began to nuzzle and lick at her breasts through her bra. What was it... its whiskers tickled, and its licking was... oddly gentle, given that it’d just ripped her shirt apart. “Stop,” she muttered half-heartedly. Maybe this wasn’t real, after all. First a talking, three-headed puppy, and now, a giant demon-wolf. Maybe this was all a terrible dream, and she’d wake up and she’d make pancakes with extra syrup. Sure, she wouldn’t have magical powers, but rape monsters wouldn’t be a thing either. That was probably better.</div><div class="quoteExpand quoteCut">Click to expand...</div></blockquote>
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</div>Vergil winced as he slowly got up.  The force would have killed a normal dog, but he was far from normal.  He might not have been as imposing as he once was, but his body was still durable, still able to withstand punishment.  Still, he only slowly made his way back, it would be a while in his current shape.  He could already hear her clothes being ripped and torn, and only preyed that he could make it in time, at least to distract the creature while Luna got away.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, the worg lapped at her breasts more fiercely.  By now, the sexual stimulation should have had an effect, but unknown to him, Luna's latent powers protected her from the drain, and the wolf like creature began to get annoyed.  With a growl, he tore her cotton bra from her perky breasts, before moving down.  At this point, it didn't care much about tasting her.  It wanted nothing but to mount her, and grabbed the front of her pants, pulling and tearing at the denim, it wouldn't be long before the garment was torn, although a small saving grace being that the jeans she wore were much more durable than her top had been.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>