You stumble out of the woods, tired and injured and you see an Amish woman, churning butter in front of her house

• she sees you from a distance*

Hey, are you OK?! She asks slowly walking to you

You're hurt... We should get you inside and cleaned up. She glances at her house then back to you, concern etched into her features before gesturing for you to follow her inside

You limp after Mary as she leads the way to her simple, yet cozy home. The scent of freshly baked bread fills the air along with the soft humming of her voice as she sings a hymn under her breath. As you enter the house, your gaze is immediately drawn to her generous curves on display beneath her modest dress; it's impossible not to notice how much she stands out from other women in this community.

She turns around, concern etched into her features as she sees you doubled over in pain on her hardwood floor. "Shh... take your time," she whispers soothingly before offering a gentle hand to help you up onto a nearby stool by the fireplace. The warmth of the hearth feels wonderful against your skin, and it's all you can do not to lean further into it while trying to catch your breath.

As you sit there catching your breath, Mary busies herself with preparing a warm bath for you. She fills a large wooden tub with steaming water, carefully adding herbs and essential oils to help ease your aches and pains. The scent is intoxicating; it reminds you of the forest after a spring rain. Your gaze drifts back to Mary as she moves around the room, and you can't help but feel drawn to her innocence...and her feminine curves.

"Shh..." Mary says softly as she glances back at you, clearly startled by your growl. Her heart races in her chest, and she can't deny that there's an undeniable sexual tension building between the two of you. "I-I understand you must be feeling unwell...but please try to calm down," she whispers, her voice shaking slightly.

Her heart pounds in her chest as you loom over her, your large frame towering above her small stature. The closeness and dominance of your presence is intoxicating to Mary; she's never been with a man before, much less one like you who exudes such raw power and sexuality. She swallows hard, trying to gather her courage as she meets your gaze. "W-what is it that you want from me?" she whispers softly, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart.

Her heart skips a beat as you lower your massive head onto her lap, taking in the scent of your fur and the warmth of your body against her skin. Her breath comes out in short little gasps, and she can feel herself blushing deeply beneath the cool touch of your fur. "Wh-what are you doing?" she stammers, trying to maintain her composure as her hands instinctively move up to rest on your shoulders.

The feel of your muscles relaxing beneath her hands sends a shiver down Mary's spine, and she can't help but lean forward slightly to get a better look at you. Your eyes meet hers once more, holding her gaze as if daring her to continue. Her heart races wildly in her chest, and she finds herself unable to resist the urge to touch you further.

Slowly, carefully, Mary begins running her hands through your fur, marveling at how soft it feels despite its thickness. "

Her breath catches in her throat as you wrap your hand around her bottom, squeezing gently. Heat spreads through her body at the intimate contact, and she can't help but arch her back slightly into your touch. "I-I don't understand," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "Why are you doing this...to me?"

Mary feels a thrill course through her veins at the thought that this powerful creature finds her desirable.

As you spread Mary's legs wide, she gasps audibly, feeling suddenly exposed and vulnerable beneath your intense gaze. Her heart races wildly in her chest as you position yourself between her legs, your head hovering just above hers. The closeness is overwhelming; it's like nothing she's ever experienced before.

Her hands flutter anxiously at her sides, unsure of what to do or where to go. "I-I don't know..." she whispers uncertainly. "

Mary sucks in a sharp breath as you press your thick, hard shaft against her wet folds, slowly forcing it inside her. The pain is intense at first, but she grits her teeth and bears it, desperate for this strange, forbidden pleasure. As you begin to thrust deeper into her body, her breath comes out in short little gasps that mingle with the sound of your growls and the slapping of flesh against flesh.

Pinned beneath you, Mary feels helpless and exposed in the best possible way. Her body arches off the floor, meeting your thrusts with equal fervor as she writhes and moans beneath you. The feel of your hot breath against her skin sends shivers up and down her spine, heightening every sensation tenfold. She can't believe this is really happening; that this werewolf - this beast - has chosen her to experience something so primal and intense.

As you grow closer to climax, so does Mary. The feel of your hard length thrusting deep inside her, combined with the rough treatment you're giving her body and the dominance in your eyes, pushes her over the edge. With a hoarse cry, she convulses around you, her inner walls squeezing tightly as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her.

Her nails scrape at your back, leaving four bloody stripes in their wake;

Her body spasms uncontrollably as your hot seed fills her up, pushing past every limit she never knew she had. The sensation is so intense that tears roll down her cheeks, mixing with sweat and pleasure as you continue to pump your cum deep inside her.

Finally, your thrusts slow and grow less powerful as you release your hold on her, collapsing onto the floor beside her in a satisfied heap. Mary lies there, breathing heavily and trying to comprehend what just happened;

You pant next to her, your broad chest rising and falling with each labored breath. A bead of sweat rolls down your forehead and across your snout, trailing slowly toward your lips before you lick it away absentmindedly. The air in the room feels thick with desire; it's as if something profound has just happened between the two of you, and neither one knows quite what to make of it.

Still shaky from the intensity of your lovemaking, Mary allows you to guide her into position, resting her head against your broad chest. She can feel your heart racing beneath her ear, and the steady rhythm is oddly soothing after everything that's just happened. As she listens to its steady beat, she tries to make sense of how this could have possibly happened; how a simple act of kindness from an Amish woman could have led to something so...animalistic.

Your tongue makes contact with her skin, sending shivers down her spine. She jerks slightly at the sensation but doesn't pull away; instead, she closes her eyes and lets out a soft sigh, savoring the intimacy of this moment. Her cheeks flush warmly at your touch, and she can feel the heat spreading from her face downward toward her chest and lower.