The Wolf and the Huntsman (vore/M/Other/Sexual/Consensual/Soft)
 
He pushed through the branches of the old forest, leaving dust from the untrodden path billowing in his wake. He knew it was around here somewhere, that blasted wolf was hiding again. He slung the axe back onto his shoulder and picked up his pace, tripping over the gnarly roots of the ancient trees.
 
Suddenly a howl ripped through the trees and he could finally see her. The wolf sat in the same clearing every time, eyeing him carefully, drawing him in.
So he drew closer but the wolf did not scarper, instead it continued to watch him interestedly.
Now he was in the clearing, the wolf only stared.
 
He dropped the axe and moved up next to the wolf, stroking the course fur like he had as a child. He loved this wolf and now it was time to pay his dues.
many years ago, when he was but a child, he was saved from the rest of a wolf pack by this solitary female. She had kept them at bay until it was safe enough for him to return to the village.
 
Ever since then he would come out into the woods, where the wolf would be waiting for him. They would snuggle in the moonlight and he would go back every night to find her waiting again. He had no idea why the wolf waited until now.
A few nights ago, he dreamt that he met with the wolf, whereupon she began licking him, then drawing him into her mouth. He would be drawn into her waiting passage, to live eternally inside her.
 
The idea of being eaten alive fascinated him and it began to invade his every waking moment. The close loving and sexual bond between them was turning him on more than any of the local girls in the village.
Now staring into the wolf's dark eyes, he knew what to do. He pulled off his tunic and ruffled trousers, which greatly interested the wolf. He could feel its moist breath on his body, and the gentle licking across his thighs gave him the strangest feelings. He couldn't help but be aroused by the warm tender flesh of the wolf.
 
He pulled off the last piece of restrictive clothing and pulled himself closer to the wolf. It seemed to have the same idea and gave him one last longing lick of affection before openening its slopping maw, awaiting his next move.
He placed his feet onto the fleshy blankety tongue, which whipped warm saliva across his lower legs.
 
The woods became silent all of a sudden. He could only hear the wolf's heavy breathing and feel the playing tongue across his shins. Then without warning the wolf pushed itself up his body, his legs squirmed into a warm pulsing tunnel of muscles. He felt himself being pulled very slowly into the hot fleshy maw.
 
Each few seconds he could feel himself going deeper into the wolf, its tongue lapping up his thighs, getting close to his suprisingly hardened member.
It gave a great gulp and his buttocks were resting on the tongue of the wolf. It's tongue reached for his shaft, licking up and down, bringing him to a never before sense of pleasure.
 
His legs felt like they were enveloped by strong folds of fleshy wet bags, pulling him ever closer to his new home.
The tongue now stroked the skin below his belly as he was thrust deeper into the oesophagus.
As the wolf pulled itself up to his chest, he could feel a new fleshy opening at the base of his feet. He was finally at the stomach.
 
The feeling of being pulled into the moist folds of the wolf's belly was too much for him, and he couldn't help but release into the wolf's throat. The wolf now pulled faster until his head was resting inside the jaws. Now were the final crucial seconds, he felt the roof of the mouth closing onto his head as he was pulled into the throat.
 
The flesh squeezed tightly around his head as the bottom half of his body slid into the wolfs awaitng stomach. the heat and moisture was like a personal sauna, into which he slowly drifted off to sleep.
 
Outside, the wolf curled up tightly, taking in the warmth of her new love. Slowly she drifted off to sleep, watching the first flakes of a new winter snowfall.