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<i>think</i>, to figure out a way to<i>fight</i>it...<br/><br/>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 class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>