"The day had been a shock nearing that of death; a home fallen and lost along with their humanity for several victims. Dulled senses kept the freshly turned Worgen from remembering the full details of that fateful night. Creatures from another realm seemingly came from the sky, attacking those that called Gilneas their home. Those that survived being bitten, even a shallow one, would begin to turn and join the beasts that assaulted their home. Roxley was one of those bitten. Though it was shallow and she managed to stop the bleeding, it's effect couldn't be stopped. Her body was soon wracked by an incredible pain for what felt like an eternity before collapsing, resting for just as long before she could find the will to move. Her chest felt constricted, her stomach felt tight, the sounds of her clothes ripping as she turned and with every movement, she had difficulty breathing, and every last one of her senses were utterly overwhelmed by their heightened state. She didn't want to be there anymore, what was happening was proving too much to the new Worgen. Her instinct lead her out of the fallen kingdom and to the forests where only more of the beasts lay. Yet, she wasn't afraid.

She didn't remember how far she traveled nor for how long she did, but the forests were her only goal now. The feral aspect had begun to take over with each passing second, leaving only a fragment of the woman's previous mind watching as her new heightened senses took her to soon-to-be home, avoiding all dangers, picking new paths, and moving with an agility once unfound in the woman. There was something there for her. She caught the whiff of... Something. Something that she wanted deep in the forest. Her pace picked up with it on her mind. She didn't pay attention, not realizing as she went deeper and deeper into the forest, far from the sight of the plains. Her search came to an abrupt end as she found herself pinned to the ground with its heavy weight. It found her. She whimpered at the shock, looking up to see what had found her. It was a male Worgen, one that was taking in her scent, shredding what remained of her clothing. She didn't fight, in fact she encouraged it. She could breath more easily and it felt right, natural to her. What good were those rags anyway? She quickly found the male's intent as he shoved her onto back, forced her legs apart, and buried his snout and tongue into her crotch to savor her taste and scent. Roxley cried out in shock before giving into her feral urges, feeling a great fire burn in her loins. Why should she fight? She knew what he wanted and would relish it, every inch and every second of it. The male pulled away from his soon-to-be bitch, satisfied with what he had before forcing himself onto Roxley. She loosed a second cry of shock as he hilted himself in the first thrust, slowly looking back as the male took a firm grip of waist and pulling out. It was only a moment's respite as he forced himself back in, all but using her as a toy to get off with. She wasn't used to this raw, bestial lust, already howling as her first orgasm overtook her when he was nowhere near done. His hands moved to her arms, pinning her down fully to show he was in charge and to force a harder rhythm onto the fresh female Worgen. Roxley lost all track of time under the beast, her mind clouded fully by the absolute deluge of raw pleasure and her feral side demanding more."

Decided to remaster one of my very first image series i did and also add back the story of it which was lost when i deleted it and re-uploaded it but never bothered to write the story back in. Thankfully good friend of mine helped with writing here.