Delilah and the Midnight Wolf

A Short Story by Bo Blackstar

[f/beast, fear, animal giving oral, dub-con to non-con, knotting, bad end (death/vague)]

As summer jobs went, house sitting was the dream. You couldn’t beat getting paid to live in someone else’s house for a while. Delilah had gotten particularly lucky with this one. A nice place way out in the woods off one of those little two-lane county highways, surrounded by a half-acre of yard. The pay was better than some of the real jobs she’d had, and the time frame would cover the whole break between summer classes and the new fall quarter. She’d never met the owners, but they had been really nice in the emails. Delilah arrived in the afternoon, parked her little Honda out in the separate garage, located the key in the little herb garden at the side of the house, and went it.

The house was two levels, clean, and mostly modern. There were some classic, rustic touches that added a bit of character. The wooden arrangements over the doors reminded Delilah of some pagan symbols she’d seen before. She didn’t recognize any specifically, but she immediately imagined the owners as the laid-back spiritual type. The kitchen was fully stocked, and on the counter Dee found a letter, half her pay, and an extra little bonus for gas money.

In the letter, Delilah found basic instructions and directions to the guest room she could stay in. The only real duties were watering the plants twice a week, and closing up the little greenhouse outside every night.

First order of business: Snoop! Delilah just couldn’t help herself. She went through every room, checking out the contents and guessing at how much time was spent in each. She didn’t want to go digging through everything, but did check each closet and cabinet. All pretty typical. They used all-natural soaps and shampoos. One of them had an office mostly dedicated to writing. One of the spare room closets had the door replaced with a bead curtain, and inside was a little shrine. It was decorated with crystals and incense and typical modern witchy things, though Delilah noted the presence of a few little tufts of fur, plus a set of canine fangs.

Definitely the modern witchy type, Dee concluded.

Delilah made herself at home in the upstairs guest room, unpacking her few things and trying to get comfortable in the unfamiliar space. She popped a frozen pizza in the oven, set the turn-off timer, and hopped in the shower to rinse off the grime of the AC-less drive. After months of dorm showers, Delilah took her time and really soaked in the more luxurious experience. Water poured from the inset overhead faucet, down through her elbow-length dark hair, across her narrow shoulders, then ran in rivulets down her college student’s youthful body. Delilah didn’t consider herself especially impressive, but her figure never failed to attract. Time spent at swim practice when she wasn’t nerding out had added tone and definition to her natural curves. The tan lines from her swimsuit stood out like a sore thumb with her fair skin, which Delilah was considering trying to do something about now that she had two weeks in a beautiful location where there wouldn’t be any prying eyes.

Out of the shower, Delilah waited for her glasses to de-fog while she toweled off, then put on her oversized Adventure Time tee and cat-print PJs. Fully refreshed and with pizza in hand, Dee settled in on the guest bed in front of her laptop. Black dogs are generally regarded as sinister or malevolent, and a few (such as the Barghest and Shuck) are said to be directly harmful. They may also serve as familiar spirits for witches and warlocks.[10] Some black dogs, however, such as the Gurt Dog in Somerset[11] and the Black Dog of the Hanging Hills in Connecticut,[12] are said to behave benevolently. Some, known as guardian black dogs, guide travelers at night onto the right path or guard them from danger.[13][10]

Delilah skimmed the rest of the article for interesting bits, then started following the links to sources that seemed like they might be worthwhile. She went down each rabbit hole for a little while, then tabbed back to what she was working on after finishing a few slices of pepperoni.

Wallace’s broad frame twisted beneath the moonlight, warping and changing right before Maribelle’s eyes. The schoolteacher watched as her beloved Wallace transformed, his shouts of pain shifting into a howl as he took on a shape neither man nor wolf, but both. Maribelle stared in horror, unable to move as the creature that had been her dear Wallace turned and stalked toward her, displaying menacing intent across his canine face. He reached at her and she cried out, falling back as his terrible claws shredded her blouse and bodice to tatters.

“Wallace, please!” Maribelle cried. “Stop this!”

But the wolf-man would not heed her. His mind was more beast than man now, and he was driven by unbridled, primal urges.

Delilah slumped down a bit on the bed, her thighs rubbing together beneath the computer on her lap. She chewed her lower lip, ready to get lost in the scene she was writing. Then she noticed the light outside the windows. Or rather, the lack thereof.

“Oh, shit,” she cursed herself, and quickly threw on her sneakers. “Literally one job, Dee!” Stumbling only a couple times in her haste, Delilah hurried downstairs and out the sliding glass side door, heading into the warm summer night and crossing several meters of trimmed grass over to the small greenhouse. It was a white wood frame accented with earth tones and copper touches, paneled with lightly fogged glass. The roof of the structure popped open to let in fresh air through the day, and this was what needed to be closed.

Delilah regretted not grabbing her phone before heading out. She also regretted not turning on the exterior lights. The moon and stars provided good illumination on the summer night away from the light pollution of cities, but she still had to feel for the latches as she sealed up the greenhouse. She couldn’t tell what plants they were growing, and in the dim light some looked strange. Bulky, twisted things. Delilah dismissed it as poor vision and finished her task. While she was latching the little window on the far side of the greenhouse, the structure shook. Delilah jumped and gasped, her heart suddenly racing. It seemed like something had bumped into the greenhouse on the other side. Something large enough to move it.

Staring through the mostly-glass structure, the young woman thought she saw something move, its shape obscured by the intervening shelves and plants. It was moving to the right. Heart pumping, Delilah moved around to the left, trying to keep pace with the indeterminate entity as it circled the greenhouse. She could hear it sniffing above the soft chirp of insects in the field, and a chill ran up her spine when she realized it could probably hear her frightened panting just as easily. Her overactive imagination filled in the vague shape will all manner of claws, teeth, and horrific intent, conjuring and mashing together horror movie monsters in her mind.

Once she rounded the greenhouse enough, Delilah bolted for the main house. She sprinted for her life, not bothering to look behind her. The steps of the large thing closed in quickly, thumping the ground behind and beside Delilah, just barely audible over the thumping of her own heart. She made it to the house, ripped open the sliding glass door, and slammed it shut behind her as if it would make any difference. She was able to see just a flash of movement off to the left. Something large, dark, and furry.

“Oh my god,” Delilah panted. “Oh my god, there’s really something. Oh my god.” Something thudded against the back door, startling her into a scream. She ran to check, poking her head into the hallway just enough to see the door. It was still closed. Curious, and most frightened of not knowing where the thing was, Delilah crept closer to try and get a peek. She heard it moving around the house, rubbing up against the walls and sniffing at windows. She lost track of it for a minute before there was a thud at the front door, jingling a little bell that hung from the knob on the inside. A second heavy thud followed, then some scratching. Delilah stared from the hallway, arms clutched tight around her chest while the sniffing and scratching continued.

Then, it ended. Delilah stood in frozen silence for several minutes, until the anxiety of holding still forced her to move. She cautiously walked up to the door and peered through the little window set into it. There was nothing outside but porch, yard, road, and then miles of forest, all still and bathed in starlight. Dee made a quick patrol of the ground floor, peering out windows and through the sliding glass door, looking for a glimpse of the big animal or monster or whatever it was.

“Bear?” She whispered to herself. “Wolf? Okay. It’s okay. It’s gone. It’s okay.” Delilah grabbed a soda from the fridge and headed back upstairs, locking the guest room door behind her. Once she was back in bed, Dee started to calm down. Although, not entirely. The story she’d been working on was waiting when she woke up her laptop. Her frightened fantasies about the thing outside started to take a different turn. She still imagined a monstrous beast, but now she wondered about if it had caught her. About the things it might do.

Still breathing more heavily than normal, Delilah squirmed on the bed and started writing. Fear had always gotten her engine revving, a crossed wire somewhere that had led to a long love of horror. Now that she was out of actual danger, Dee could imagine herself at the mercy of a slavering beast, trapped just a few feet from safety as it had its way with her. She squirmed again, her fingers moving in jittery strokes across the keyboard.

Wallace… No, the beast that had been Wallace drove his thick, red cock into Maribelle’s tight quim, and the schoolteacher screamed. She struggled and kicked, pinned beneath the wolf-man’s thick, furry frame. When he began his bestial thrusting, it was all she could do to cling to him as if she might be shaken apart by the intensity of his conquest. Again and again he hammered into her, the woman rocked by each impact, and as it went on she began to lose track of what was up or down, what was right or wrong, what was pleasure or pain. She clung to the werewolf Wallace, lost in the throes of his animal lust.

Delilah set the laptop aside. With the real-world scare fueling her fantasies, she was too horny to keep writing. Her cat-print pajama pants, despite being light, suddenly felt oppressive on the warm summer night. She slid them off and tossed them onto a chair, then stretched out on the bed and raked her nails up her inner thighs a couple times. Delilah closed her eyes and spent a few minutes getting herself warmed up, stroking herself through her shirt and panties. She pinched herself here and there, imagining the nips of a man-wolf’s muzzle. Already revved up from writing, Delilah was ready to step it up. Unfortunately, as she turned to look off the side of the bed, she realized that her small bag with travel essentials (like her vibrator) had been left on the island in the kitchen, next to her keys and the snacks she’d brought.

With a sigh, Delilah got up and unlocked the door, heading out and back downstairs. She’d left the kitchen light on, so it was easy enough to navigate. Once in the kitchen, she grabbed her little bag and glanced at the sliding glass door, her thoughts returning to the big animal outside. She froze.

The glass door was wide open, a gentle breeze blowing into the house. Trembling and confused, Delilah took a few cautious steps toward the open door, then thought better of it and backed away to the kitchen island. She turned back toward the hallway and the stairs, but stopped again after a step.

Standing in the hall between Delilah and her intended route was a massive, black-furred wolf. It was bigger than any dog Dee had ever seen, and broader than she would have expected based on TV and movies. It looked at her with vibrant green eyes, its head low as it sniffed and stalked slowly toward her. Dee remained frozen in place until it took another step onto the stone tile floor of the kitchen. She snatched her keys from the island and bolted for the open door, fleeing out into the night. She could hear the thumping of its heavy steps behind her again, and felt its presence close by as she sprinted toward the garage, hoping to hide in her car or maybe drive away.

Delilah was halfway to the garage when the wolf darted ahead, cutting her off and turning to face her. Dee squeaked, her throat too tight to scream, and she turned around to run back toward the house. Again the massive wolf cut her off, driving her toward the greenhouse. Again and again it ran ahead to intercept her, and in her blind terror Delilah didn’t realize she was being herded further from the house and closer to the tree line. Eventually, Delilah tripped over her own feet and crashed to the soft grass of the manicured yard. She flipped onto her back and scooted away from the wolf on her butt, dragging green stains into her oversized tee.

The wolf stalked closer, its midnight coat like an empty void in the moonlit field, and in the dark Delilah could see a pale green smoke rising from its eyes. She tensed, freezing in place, her imagination spinning out of control at the unnatural sight. Were those eyes really smoking? Was she hallucinating from fear? Was she about to die?

The beast stalked closer, its head dipping to sniff at her legs. It sniffed higher and with growing interest, its hot breath huffing over Delilah’s thighs until it reached her damp crotch and shoved its huge nose against her. Dee gasped and dug her nails into the grass, shaking. She was starting to wonder if this was even real or if she was having another nightmare. It wouldn’t be the first time she hadn’t realized she’d fallen asleep, but everything felt too real, her thoughts able to form too clearly. The wolf gingerly gripped her panties with its teeth, and after a couple experimental tugs tore them away. Delilah screamed and scooted back, closing her legs. This wasn’t like her fantasies. This was too real, too dangerous.

In response, the wolf tilted its head and stared at the girl curiously. Without urgency or aggression, it followed after and shoved its nose at her thighs, pushing and giving her long drags with its heavy tongue to try and get her to open them.

“Stop!” Delilah shouted, pulling away again, every scoot carrying her closer to the tree line.

The wolf stared with those ethereally smoking green eyes, and after a few seconds shook its head. Then it moved closer again, once more licking roughly at her tightly-shut legs.

“Stop! Can you… Do you understand me?”

Again, the wolf lifted its head to regard her.

“You… do understand me?”

The only response was another tilt of the beast’s head.

“What do you want?” Delilah asked, once more losing certainty on whether or not this was a dream.

The wolf looked down at her hips, then up at her again. It leaned in, once more shoving its nose at her crotch and licking for several seconds before it pulled back. The beast sat, seeming nothing at all like a common dog despite the posture. It pawed at her leg once, and let out a long, low rumble.

Delilah tried to stand, and before she made it an inch the wolf was directly over her, its nose in her face, staring down at her with those strangely smoking eyes. Another rumble sounded in its chest. Delilah laid back flat on the lawn, panting, and the wolf shifted its attention toward her crotch again. A few more licks, and its shoving became more insistent. Dee realized she wasn’t actually strong enough to keep the wolf from simply wrenching her legs apart if it had a mind to, and with continued uncertainty she parted her thighs for it.

At once the wolf began its eager sniffing and lapping, a hot tongue thicker than Delilah’s wrist being dragged across her sex, from her ass to her trimmed mons as the beast tasted her. It lowered its body, settling in while it worked its rough tongue against her so hard it threatened to push inside. Delilah cried out into the warm summer night, her legs opening for the wolf as she trembled under its attention. Looking across her heaving chest at the midnight-black wolf, the horny college student wrestled with her complimentary feelings of fear and desire. This was beyond insane, dangerous in a very real way, and everything Dee had fantasized about for years.

The wolf varied up its attention, jabbing its tongue at her in a more direct manner that drove it an inch or two into her channel with every forceful lick. Delilah was writhing on the grass, grasping at herself while the blissful assault continued. She began to buck against the wolf’s snout, her toes curling as she raced toward and then crested her peak. Her cry of depraved passion echoed into the surrounding woods, growing strained as the rush of her orgasm dragged on. Her vision went white, her breaths only desperate gasps. On her absolute best days, Delilah had never managed to give herself a climax this intense. She felt like she was dying, and that only made it worse.

The wolf halted, letting her quiver for a while before it set to cleaning off the new flood of her pleasure. Once it was done the beast pulled back and sat again.

“Oh my god,” Delilah heaved. “Oh my god.” She sat up and looked at the huge wolf. “Did that just happen? Am I dreaming?”

The wolf tilted its head. It watched as Delilah shakily stood up, but before she could really find her balance it was beside her. Dee wasn’t tall, but the fact that the beast’s shoulder came up to her chest was still intimidating. It shoved her, nearly toppling her over again.

“Hey. I want to go now,” Delilah said.

Those green, smoking eyes stared back at her. The wolf looked into the woods, then nudged her in that direction. A few repeated demonstrations and some low growling made the beast’s desires clear. It wanted her to go into the woods.

Delilah’s blood felt cold and hot at the same time. “Um… Are you going to eat me?”

The wolf shook its head, nosed insistently at her butt, and nudged her in the direction of the woods again.

Delilah stood for a minute, looking back and forth between the house and the dark woods. She chewed her lip, and stared into the green eyes of the midnight wolf, bemused by the ethereal smoke still rising from them. Her hands trembling, and her steps uncertain, Delilah turned and walked toward the tree line.

The moment she stepped away from the maintained yard, things changed. There was no more soft grass. Twigs and pine needles jabbed at her feet. Shrubs scratched at her bare legs and pulled at her pajama shirt. The light from the moon and stars overhead was dampened by the trees, leaving Delilah utterly dependent on following the big shape of the wolf to navigate. Growing nervous, she reached out to hold the beast’s fur for some kind of reassurance.

It took less than a minute to completely lose sight of the house and yard, the point of civilization swallowed by the forest. A few minutes after that, they entered a small clearing. The light here seemed brilliant after the darkness of the dense foliage. In stark contrast, Delilah saw the inky black maw of a large den set into a hill. The wolf padded over to the den and looked back at her.

“You promise you won’t hurt me, right?” Dee asked, shivering in the warm night air. The wolf just stared back with its ghostly eyes, and after another moment’s hesitation Delilah walked toward the den. She stooped in, her eyes slowly adjusting to the dark. No scattered bones or bloody skeletons, which she considered a good sign. The big wolf followed her in. It bit her shirt, tugging at the garment with a low growl. “Hold on!” she pleaded, unnerved by the growling, and quickly pulled her shirt over her head. Delilah hunched in the wolf den, naked save for her glasses, her legs scratched and stinging, uncertain what was even going to happen next.

The wolf shoved her hard, making her stumble in the dirt.

“Okay, okay!” Delilah was guessing, at best, but even as her doubts and fears grew she was nearly dripping with adrenaline-fueled arousal. She got down on all fours, and angled her pert little backside toward those softly glowing eyes in the darkness. The wolf dipped its head between her legs, once more lapping at her excitement, and Delilah let out a moan at the memory of what it had done to her on the grass. The wolf moved over her, Dee shuddering beneath its heavy frame, fur pressing into her back. She felt it hunch, its front legs locking her hips into position, and then the almost alarming heat of its thick, canine cock prodded against her ass and thighs. Delilah dug her nails into the dirt, a final pang of terrified doubt ringing through her mind, and then it was done.

Delilah screamed as she was speared by the unnatural wolf’s cock. As wet as she was, the entry still wasn’t easy. She wailed and clawed at the ground, lights flashing behind her eyes as the ensuing series of powerful thrusts drove the wolf’s cock deeper. It stretched her at every inch, molding the girl to accommodate the penetration. The monstrous wolf-dick was pressed firmly to her final barrier before a thicker bulge halted the progress.

“Stop stop! Wait! Please!” Delilah pleaded, her breaths heaving.

Her cries were ignored. Now that he was in, the wolf had no interest in slowing down or stopping. The big beast hammered away at the helpless young woman, shaking her with every stroke. Her breasts bounced beneath her, Delilah pressing her forehead to the ground and screaming under the assault. She gasped for breath, raking her fingers through the dirt, and tears streamed down her face. The rough pounding knocked at her very core, and Delilah was quickly going delirious from the strain. Her screams trailed off into guttural moans and after a while she simply let her face drop to the floor of the den, breaking her glasses, Dee tasting dirt as her mouth hung open. The wolf was oblivious or unconcerned, rutting in the girl with primal urgency and enthusiasm.

A higher pitch of strained groan came out of Delilah as she shuddered beneath the wolf, the proof of her unhinged ecstasy running down her legs. Her sensitivity grew, her pussy being rubbed raw by the violent fucking. Dee clenched her jaw and pushed herself up, trying to drag herself forward and away from the wolf. That effort stopped a few seconds later, when the teeth of the huge beast pressed into either side of her neck. Delilah whimpered, left with no hope of escape while the wolf held her by the neck and used her for his pleasure.

A minute later, Delilah’s subdued moans and murmured pleas broke into a fresh new scream. The wolf upped his efforts, slamming into her harder than ever, and with a frightful thrust the ball of his knot was jammed into her abused cunt, his tip reaching new depths in the same stroke. Dee’s second scream choked off as the knot inflated, locking the wolf inside her while his hot cock spilled his seed into the helpless young woman.

Delilah lost track of things. Movement, time, all of it. When she could think again, she was on the floor of the wolf den. The uncomfortable fullness told her she was still tied in place by the midnight wolf’s swollen knot. The beast dozed beside her, content as could be. Delilah spent a long while just lying still, thinking. She could feel the soreness of the abuse, the scraping on her arms and legs. It felt like she’d been hit by a car, but… As far as Dee could tell, she wasn’t broken. Just her glasses. She was alive. She could walk, uncomfortable as it might be. Her thoughts ran amok in the darkness of the den. How had this happened? What was this wolf? She reached down and felt the slight swell in her abdomen, thinking about all the canine spunk plugged up in her depths. Everything replayed in her mind, over and over.

At last, the pressure between her legs lessened. She managed to pull away from the wolf with a pop and a rush of released cum, the big beast lifting his head to watch her as she did so. Delilah took her time, catching her breath after every step. First, she just sat up. Then, slowly, she managed to stand. She was nearly to the entrance of the den when the wolf darted ahead of her. It turned on her, baring its teeth in a threatening snarl, the green smoke rising thicker and darker from its eyes.

“No!” Delilah shouted. “Please, no! I have to go now. I… I’ll come back! Please, let me go…”

The wolf barked a warning and snapped its mighty jaws at the girl. With aggressive nips and growls, he forced her back to her hands and knees.

“Please, stop! No more! I want to go!”

Delilah gave up on pleading, mortal terror gripping her chest as the wolf mounted her again. It slammed into her with more ferocity than the first time, its teeth holding firm around the back of her neck. Delilah whimpered and shook, lost, a toy for the demonic beast. The relentless fucking and mortal fear pushed her over her own crest again, even as she was brutalized under the midnight wolf’s sinister urges. By the third time it took her, she was incoherent. Delilah had walked into this den in the middle of the woods of her own will, seeking frightful pleasure.

She never walked out again.