Mikaela tripped over a large gnarly root of a tree. Perhaps it was a bad idea to take a shortcut into the forest like she was advised to do during her orientation, at least until she knew the layout of the island better.
It was getting dark and Mikaela began to grow worried about what would happen if her grandparents found out that she got herself into this 'getting lost' mess. A proper lady would never get lost.

"Well, they did say that I could just walk straight into the forest and end up back on campus somewhere, I just need to keep walking." She quietly told herself.

She could feel her long, shapely legs begin to get cuts and bruises through her thin summer dress, as she was now practically feeling her way through the forest.
'A proper lady would never present herself with cuts and bruises all over her legs. I'll just have to cut back from wearing dresses for a while. I'll just wear slacks until everything heals.'

Mikaela jumped as she heard the crackle of branch being broken behind her.
"Who's there? She called as her heart pounded in her chest.
'Just a little squirrel. Just a little squirrel. Just a little squirrel.' She tightly shut her eyes as she turned around to check she wasn't being followed.

He had been watching her for some time, watching as she stumbled in, lost and only pressing deeper into the wilderness, and had he the capability to crack a smile one could be sure a wide grin would be present on his face. Originally, Varghulf had foreseen this being a dull evening- no different than his standard hunts for food or other such nourishment, but tonight... Tonight seemed to be presenting something else entirely.

From high above he had seen her enter the treeline, a difficult area to keep sight on from above. Knowing this he had descended, taken to the treetops and taking the opportunity to "stretch his legs", so to speak, by shadowing her from the branches of the high trees, keeping his distance but never losing sight of the young girl as she wandered deeper into the woods.

She turned, quickly, obviously startled, and the scent of her fear almost caused Varghulf to dive right then and there... Yet he restrained, for while, yes, animal instincts did decide much of his actions, he was still a higher thinking creature, and he knew there was a much higher capacity for his entertainment.

He waited for her to calm herself, though her heart was beating furiously, he patiently kept his silence until calm once more washed over her, and at that instant, the moment her guard laced, he let out a screech- a low, menacing tone that started as a low rumble but grew to quiet all other notice around. He watched her reaction, confidant that his high vantage prevented would not betray his location to her.

When she opened her eyes, she saw nothing.
'It was just a squirrel.' She told herself again, letting out a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, a loud animalistic cry tore through the sounds of the dark forest, leaving an eerie silence.
Ice cold appendages of fear gripped her heart. She slowly backed against a tree and looked around. The sound had echoed throughout the forest and it seemed like it was coming at all angles towards her. She let out a small whimper as tears filled her eyes. She had never been so terrified in her life. She clutched her hands together at her chest and wildly looked around.

'If I don't get eaten alive in this forest, I promise to never go against my grandparents' wishes again.'

She sank down to the base of the large tree, the rough bark scraping against her delicate skin. She sat and began to cry softly.

Such a delicate treat her fear was... The feeling washed over him as he drank it in, gorging himself as her soft sobs filled his ears, yet even with this delicious sound he found himself slightly disappointed- What kind of hunt was this? His prey had simply panicked immediately and given up? Such strange creatures they were... But he would not have this, no... Swiftly he made his way onto the large tree she sat against, lurking high above her as he watched.

"She will run... I will hunt..." he thought to himself, and with that he let forth a psychic scream, an echo piercing deep into her mind, filling it with only one idea: run. To be honest, he was unsure if such a trick would even work- he knew he could force his words into these creature's minds, but imprinting an idea? Either way, it was worth trying.

Either way, he was going to have his fun, and began to slowly descend the tree, growling low as he did so. Should she stick around then she would slowly see his form come into view, casually descending from the tree, sharp claws digging deeply into the trunk as he lowered himself to the ground.

She sat near the base of the tree continuing to cry.
Soft sobs shook her petite frame as she began crying harder and harder when suddenly the creature let out another piercing scream. However, this time it seemed to come from directly above her. Every fiber in her being began screaming at her to run.
Run she did.

She ran as fast as her body would allow her, but it was not fast enough. She stumbled over the large tangled roots of the trees that blocked her path. It didn't matter. She pressed forward with tree branches catching on her delicate dress and her long raven hair, but it didn't matter either. This was a matter of life and death. Her impeccable manners would be of no use to her, dead.
She felt like her heart was going to burst. But it wasn't fast enough.

She could feel the creature's presence in every shadow. Sometimes the presence would be breathing down her neck and sometimes it would let her run for a few feet, giving her the impression that she was getting away. But as soon as she would slow down, it would be right behind her again. It was toying with her.

She could not help but release a few more tears of frustration as she was running, blinding her. Fatal mistake. Her ankle catches on a protruding tree root and she crashes down onto the forest floor. A sharp pain shoots up her leg as she tries to stand up again, but it's useless. Again, she crawls to the nearest tree and curls up with her back against the tree. She doesn't care that she is now dirty and bleeding from small cuts all over her face, arms and legs. It doesn't matter anymore.

She awaits her inevitable fate of being eaten by the creature chasing after her.
'I'm sorry grandmother, grandfather that even until my last second of life that I could not make you proud.'

He had enjoyed his chase, enjoyed the wealth of fear she let out as he gave chase, but like so many good things it had to come to an end. He stalked her once more from high in the trees, seeing her trip and fall, trying to ready herself on her now useless leg... What a shame, he had hoped there would be more entertainment this evening, but those hopes died as he saw her pitifully crawl under the nearby tree, continuing to sob to herself the entire time.

He leap once more, coming to rest above her, but keeping himself hidden for the time being. He listened to her words, unfamiliar as some may be. One thing he did understand was, like so many others, she believed this to be her final moments, and were it up to him, who knows? But he had since learned from his time here that to slay the humans brought a wealth of unwanted attention, from whomever "ran" this place even to the other creatures themselves, many of them boasting much more capable means of dispatching creatures, like himself, than he could muster.

No, he would still have his fun, however, and the morsels he had fed upon during the chase would not do for long.

With that, he crept lower, coming to rest grasping the trunk of the tree, hanging some ten feet above her, still as silent as before. Unfortunately a slight rustling would be given as two tentacles emerged from his back, an involuntary spasm he could not control. The pair would descend towards the sobbing girl, still curled up in her ball, her gaze distracted... And then, he struck.

With a quick whip-like motion the pair of tentacles would jolt down, swiftly sliding over her shoulders and under her arms, wrapping around them before hoisting her up, lifting her some three feet into the air, still against the tree. They curled around several times, being sure to have a secure grip before continuing to slither around her, sliding down her side and back up, across her chest and around her back, as if exploring her, all the while Varghulf remained higher, still hidden in the dense leaves and darkness of the forest night.

Before Mikaela realized what had happened, she was being suspended off the ground by what seemed to be tentacles. These tentacles seemed to be caressing her body, exploring all of her curves, touching, prodding. Mikaela's heart was beating so fast, she was sure it would burst. She wildly looked around for the source of these tentacles, not exactly sure if they were here to aid her or to hurt her. She couldn't see the where the tentacles were coming from, but they seemed harmless... for now.

"Help!" She cried meekly, unsure if anyone could even hear her.
"Somebody please help me!" She began to cry again. Of course she would be the one to get lost and be eaten by a creature living in the forest, on her first day on campus.

The tentacles, while at first they seemed content with just exploring the more common areas of her body, they seemed to be growing bored and began to explore more intimate areas of her body. Mikaela's breath caught in her throat as one began climbing higher up into her dress.

Her cries rang through the trees, but sadly only the quiet rustling of the wind was there to pay her any mind.

The tentacles continued to wrap and caress around her, working their way up and down her smooth legs and thighs before sliding back up passing over her stomach and breasts before reaching her shoulders. Once there they would slip under her dress, working down to slither over her bare skin, the feeling akin to a serpents- cold and smooth and always moving. They would once more return down her legs, causing shivers in their slow motions, before a sudden and violent outward motion served to rip the petite girls dress right off of her, leaving only her slip undergarment as protection from the cool night air.

With that accomplished the tentacles would now move upwards, sliding under her slip and encircling her breasts, squeezing them as they coiled around. No sooner had they begun this task before two more would descend from the tree, sliding down rapidly and wrapping around her legs at the knee, pulling them a part slowly, one beginning to slowly begin climbing higher along her inner thigh, threatening to pierce further upwards as it slowly extended.

Mikaela let out a cry as the tentacles proceeded to rip off her dress.
'Oh please no...' Tears streamed down her face.
The tentacles were ice cold, slithering across her skin and caressing her body. Any attempts at pulling free were hopeless. The sudden contact with the cold night air chilled her skin, causing her skin to raise in goose bumps and causing her nipples to harden. In her struggle. it causes one of the tentacles to flick her tender nipple. She gasps and bites her lip. Suddenly, a warm begins to grow between her legs.

Mikaela let out another piercing scream as the number of tentacles increased, two of which grabbed her by the knees and was now slowly pulling her legs apart. Mikaela fought to keep her legs as close together as possible, but the tentacles easily overpower her attempts at regaining control of her body. She can feel the slow, slither of a tentacle making its way up the inside of her thigh. She moves her hips to try and avoid contact with it, but to no avail.

A perverse smugness would wash over Varghulf as she cried out, he was having quite the entertaining evening with this new prey, and could he laugh he would probably be doing so.

The tentacle on her leg continued up, slipping around her thigh in a slow crawl until it reached the bottom of her slip, beginning to press hard against it in slow rolls, threatening to burst through it and assault her unprotected sex at any time. Meanwhile the tentacles along her chest would encircle her breasts, squeezing them tightly as the tips prodded and pressed her nipples, working to tease her as they slithered.

Varghulf knew soon she would become aroused, if not already, but that was only part of what he was after. Once his appendages had begun to thoroughly tease her he would once more let out a screech, echoing it about the woods, once more hiding it's true source, merely allowing the girl to know the "creature" which was hunting her was still out there.

The cold tentacle began to rub against her panties. Mikaela's breath caught in her chest and she tried to shift her hips away, no use.

The slow rubbing of the tentacle against her made the warmth between her legs intensify into a throbbing heat. She had never been handled in this way before, causing her confusion. This was dirty, scandalous. Girls of her social standing did not engage in such behavior.... but it felt... No.

'Stop. Please.' She thought desperately to herself, tears still streaming down her face. She began to struggle against the tentacles again.

"Somebody please help me!!" She cried out to the darkness of the forest. Silence.

Her heart sank into despair. How long would it take for the people at the school to realize she was missing? How long would it take for them to find her lifeless corpse?

The slow rolling motion of the tentacle against her caused her to gasp again and she bit her bottom lip. Her focus begins to become a haze, evidenced by her half-closed eyes.

'It feels... better than anything I've ever felt.... in my life.... BUT THIS IS WRONG! I DON'T WANT TO!' She begins to fight again, but her focus keeps shifting to other things...

Mikaela lets out a mewl of pleasure and bucks her hips against the tentacle, her breathing shallow pants and huffs.

Now was the time to act, he had waited long enough...

The tentacles holding Mikaela to the tree seemed to stutter, shifting direction for a moment, a curious act where it not followed by the large form of Varghulf descending from the treetop, falling and landing with a loud crash in front of the girl, his powerful legs dampening the landing as his large wings covered most of his frame. It would be obvious to her now the source of the tentacles, which had momentarily halted their assault; they originated from behind him, seemingly sprouting from his back as they held the girl high against the tree.

He would rise slowly, standing a full eight feet, his winged arms moving to the side to allow him to stare into the eyes of the girl, elevated right to his level, his pure red orbs meeting her terrified gaze as he let out a screech. He would then step back, his form lowering back down to allow his large wings to rest against the ground. Once "introductions" had passed his tentacles would return to their work, now assaulting the girl with greater potency than before, the pair along her chest encircling her breasts, squeezing them harshly and throbbing over her nipples.

Meanwhile, the duo holding her legs would spread them further, the lone appendage that taunted her crotch moving up and slithering into her panties, ripping them away like tissue, before sliding along her moist slit, lapping over it in rolling motions before pressing inward, slowly slipping inside her, forcing her to feel every inch as it wiggled in, seemingly exploring her depths as it moved about.

Suddenly, another creature reveals himself to her. His bright red eyes appeared to stare straight into her soul. Mikaela is becomes petrified with fear, unable to move, unable to scream, unable to do anything. He screeches, causing her ears to ring from the volume and proximity of the sound. Tears begin to trickle from her eyes.

The squirming tentacles paused for a second while the creature studied her, and then began to assault her with more vigor. The tentacles around her breasts squeezed tighter, causing her pain. She gasped as she winced.

Suddenly, the tentacle that was molesting her sex, rips away her panties, and runs itself along her dripping slit. Then it begins to enter her, slowly, painfully. Mikaela cried out in pain, she could feel herself being stretched, being ripped, as the tentacle made its way inside of her.

"Please," She begged the creature who stood in front of her "Please... No... Stop!"

The pain increased ten-fold as the tentacle began to wriggle about inside her, causing another stream of hot tears to run down her face.

Varghulf merely stood there as his tentacles worked, remaining silent, save for brief grunts or growls every so often, priming the girl for the things to come. He would keep his motions in check, however, as the appendages protruding from him did serve to grant him pleasure, sending waves back to him with each thrust and roll, though one would not be able to gather that from seeing him.

The tentacle along her leg would continue to assault her, squirming about as it assaulted her depths, retracting only to pierce her once more, repeating it's motions over and over. As this happened the tentacles upon her chest would begin to roll over her breasts, squeezing as they coiled around them and harshly flicking her tender nipples as they moved, seeking to tease the girl as best they could.

For a time it seemed the assault would never end, Varghulf remaining motionless as he worked her, but after a time something would happen. The motions would pick up, the tentacles holding her legs pulling them farther a part as the appendage now fervently dove into her over and over, it's pace increasing rapidly.

The grunts escaping Varghulf would continue, growing in volume until suddenly all four tentacles holding the girl, as well as Varghulf himself, would begin to spasm violently, the tips of the appendages releasing a heavy load of semen each, combined the three tentacles outside her covering her breasts, arms, and legs with large doses of the sticky liquid. The worst, however, would be the one inside her, driving deep into her before releasing it's load, pumping her full to the point of overflowing.

Moments later, once the terrible assault had concluded, the tentacles would retract, lowering the girl to the base of the tree. She would be laid down before they would slither back into their holding place on Varghulf's back. He worried not about her trying to escape- he would be surprised if she had such energy left after his assault.

It would seem to be over, luckily for the girl, but that idea would pass very soon as Varghulf stepped forth, his frame rising back up, revealing to the girl a large penis, now unsheathed from under his fur. He stepped towards her, his powerful clawed arms reaching down and flipping her over onto her stomach like a ragdoll. It was obvious his battery was about to continue, giving the girl only a sparing moment to prepare herself.