Chased

Request: can you write a fem! Werewolf x fem elf! Reader where reader is picking berries then werewolf starts to hunt down the reader and then it leads so smut please?

Werewolf x fem elf!reader || feral sex, dub-con, primal play

Imagine walking away from your village as you pick up berries and flowers for your next potion. Elves having magic is the best and worst thing that happened to you, because when you moved to the human village, everyone just assumed you’d be the new potion-maker. You took the role, but you weren’t there for that. You were there for the voice in the woods, the one that called you in your dreams and made you move across the continent to get there.

You know he must be your mate, you know it deep down, but so far he hasn’t reached out. You are starting to think that your magic is not telling the truth. But you still go to the forest once a week “to pick flowers and berries”. But in reality you are waiting…

And then you heard something.

The first growl makes you stop, the second makes you run, and by the time you heard the third one, there’s a werewolf pressing you down on the ground and your long skirt is pushed up. You can barely groan before his tongue is fucking your pussy, so long it can hit part of your insides, you didn’t even knew you had. You groan and moan, rolling your hips back trying to get him as close as possible. He keeps grunting, licking all over you until you are falling apart into a fast and hard orgasm that leaves you breathless.

He doesn’t let you catch your breath, the tip of his cock pressing against your entrance, and pushing all the way in one long thrust. You scream, your hands digging into the ground as he grabs your hips and fucks you desperately. As desperate as you feel for him. He fucks you ferally, and you claw at his forearms in front of you, holding him up. You are pushing your hips back, asking for more, asking for him to go harder. And he complies, fucking you like a true beast, the way you crave him.

You come two more times before you feel the beginning of what you waited the most for. And the second his knot locks you to him, you are coming messily, spitting curses as he grunts and shots rope after rope of come inside your welcoming heat. “My mate,” he whispers against your hair, spooning you and making you feel like the luckiest elf in the world.