It would be difficult to explain why I’m not of this world. In another life I was a scientist, a young and upcoming mind in the realm of interdimensional physics. Clearly, I knew something, because I ended up here. Also, I didn’t know enough, because I never did make it back home.

This world is strange, full of creatures that call themselves Mageni. I still haven’t worked out all of the details, and I don’t think I ever will, but suffice it to say these creatures, these… monsters, are not what I would have thought of as monsters back home. For starters, they are exclusively female, a trait that the importance of which eluded me upon first waking up in this world. Secondly, the vast majority of them are obsessively focused on mating and reproduction. Its somewhat funny to me that back home many men would be quite happy to be sent to such a world, whereas here many men seem absolutely terrified at the prospect of having a monstergirl bed them, let alone wed them.

Since ending up here I have come to live at a sort of reserve, a place where some of the more predatory types come to hunt men as a sort of vacation. it reminds me of hunting back home but with less gunfire and more coitus. It’s a fun story how I came to be here at the reserve, perhaps for another time, but suffice to say I lucked out finding Enko, my rich, Nilian partner. She was a doctor when we first met, and a good one I might add. I was very lucky to find her. Hell, I was lucky just to wind up on a planet that had a breathable atmosphere.

From what I’ve gathered I’m deep into Mageni territory, where finding men can be quite difficult for the locals. Sure, there are brothels where some of the wealthier clients often partake in a night with a man. There’s also the slave trade, one of the few features of this world which I find truly aggravating. Men, hell, usually boys as far as I’m concerned, are abducted from villages unfortunate enough to be near the border or from raiding parties that come into Mageni territory. Every once in a while a group of males are sent as a form of tribute to prevent additional abductions, but I’m not sure how often this occurs. Even more rare is the occasional male who comes voluntarily to be abducted, or so I’ve been told. To date, every human I have met save a few were slaves.

Slaves are typically sold as either husbands, breeding stock, or maids in the case of human females. Most of the time they’re bought up before they can make it this far in. That typically means that the ones who do make it here are either such prime specimens that only the wealthiest of clients can afford them, or so unfavorable that they are passed up. Even the smallest, weakest, and ugliest young man fetches a stunning price. The one redeeming fact I can say about the slave trade is that the vast majority of them seem to eventually warm up and truly enjoy their new lives. The few that don’t are typically released by their owners, often at great emotional peril, even death in the case of some species. I have never personally seen a slave released, but I have met a few slaves that have, truly a strange world.

In my case, I’m one of the few who is lucky enough not to be a slave. It’s a part of that long story about how I got to be here, but lets just say I owe Enko a lot. Even still, I don’t dare wander more than a town or two from here unaccompanied. A lone man wandering about in Mageni territory without an owner is simply asking for trouble. Yet another one of the few features of this world that bothers me considerably. All of that said, I have never had any problems wandering about the nearby towns, places where all of the locals know about the reserve.

Unlike the brothels and the slave auctions, a night at the reserve is actually quite inexpensive. The cost of a room at the local brothel for a few hours could buy a long weekend at the reserve, food lodging and all. Therefore, many a monstergirl, particularly the types that love to hunt, come here when the urge to mate gets too strong and other avenues available to them are too expensive, or when they simply want a good time at a good price. The trade off of course is that they actually have to catch someone to mate with, although we often stack the deck in favor of that outcome.

The reserve is large, spanning several square miles just outside one of the larger towns in the region. I call it a town and not a city because cities where I come from are considerably larger, but never mind that. The main check-in is on the south-east corner with a large field spanning the majority of the entire southern side. On the south-west side there are many cabins, caves, and secluded areas that amount to a series of rooms that can be booked for sleeping and/or fornicating with any caught “prey”. Most clients opt for some form of accommodation during their stay, even if it’s a simple cave to get out of the weather. Others prefer more elegant accommodations and will rent out cabins and other well furnished rooms. Mid way along the southern edge one will find a small nook where there’s another client check-in that’s only known by the regulars and by those in the know. It’s usually less busy here. It’s also immediately adjacent a small spa with a divider down the middle. One side of the spa is a so-called pred-free zone where no client is allowed to cross and the runners can often be found enjoying some spa time, free from the dangers of being hunted.

The runners are the main attraction here. It’s what we call the men that are sent out into the reserve to be hunted by the Mageni. They’re mostly slaves that are rented out. Many a monstergirl could not truly afford the massive price of buying a man without supplementing their income somehow, the reserve gives them such an opportunity. As a matter of principle, Enko and I refuse to own slaves ourselves, and we always ensure that the ones rented to us are content. It’s a rare occasion that we find a slave unwilling to stay here as a runner. Its even more rare where said slave is afraid to express their frustrations to their owner. In such cases we often let the men stay their entire time in the pred-free zones, away from anyone who could snatch them up. That said, the overwhelming majority of men who come here find themselves back again and again at their own request.

I myself, despite being a free man, spend the majority of my time as a runner. It helps me understand the other men who are here and ensure that they are happy with their situation. Another benefit is that it grants me insight into how the operation is doing and what we might be able to do to enhance our profitability, it is a business after all. But perhaps most interestingly, I simply enjoy being a runner. There’s a certain thrill to knowing you could be set upon at any moment. I find myself spending my time thinking up new ways to evade predators, strategies that will deceive, gambits and feints I can employ, tricks I can conjure, its exactly what a mind like mine was created to do. But you didn’t ask me about all the times I evaded my would-be captors, you wanted to know about the times I was caught. One of my favorite stories involves three werewolves. It’s as good a story to tell as any other I guess.

Werewolves are pretty common at the reserve. Many of the wolf type Mageni love to hunt so you can imagine how at home a werewolf might feel. They’re especially common near and during full moons when their instincts are at their peak. I personally love the majority of the wolf types. For starters, Enko is a Nilian, a subset of this variety. For another point, they tend to be very empathetic, which is great after you’ve been under the care of one for a night or two and are starting to get a bit… drained. There are worse things than your captors being empathetic to your situation, let me tell you.

The particular story I’m thinking of occurred somewhat early in my stay at the reserve. I still consider myself somewhat young but at the time I was considerably young AND naive, particularly to the ways of the Mageni. It was two days before a full moon during one the less busy times of the year. Sure, full moons are always busier than the rest of a month, particularly with werewolves, but business was slow this time of year, and the full moon wasn’t for another night. I had been caught by wolf packs several times before this. Usually, a pack of 3 to 6 would set upon our encampments and simply run us down. Even then I was better at evading capture than just about anybody else, but these were the days before we had counterweighted escapes, zip-lines and vines and the like. In an open field without any egress, no man can outrun a werewolf.

Its worth noting that my newfound home has some degree of magic, or at least that’s what the locals call it. I being a former scientist was originally opposed to that terminology. However, after being here for some time I find myself agreeing that there is a difference here between the science and the magic, which is of course, completely fascinating to me. Potion making is a particular fascination of mine. Ingredients here can be combined with each other to various effects including healing, awareness, destruction, and about a million other utilities. My first inclination was to label this as simple chemistry, but ingredients here can have amazing qualities when combined with other ingredients that are otherwise completely not present. For instance, milk combined with certain sugars and a dash of a particular spice in this realm make an excellent and robust healing potion. I’ve seen it stitch up wounds and other ailments almost instantly. They do have special milks here, particularly udetaur milk which comes from a type of minotaur, but even regular cow or goat milk can be used. The sugars remind me of molasses and sugar cane back home. The spices aren’t anything I’d consider special, but in concert they unlock some sort of special properties within each other, its… magic. Another feature of this world is spell slinging. Some Mageni have the ability to cast spells which can range in utility almost as much as potions. Even Enko, being a Nilian, has several spells she can dish out at will. I don’t seem to have the ability to spell sling, nor have I heard of any other humans who can.

Naturally, I spend a lot of my free time dabbling in potions. This is relevant to my story because early on I discovered a cute concoction that when thrown violently to the ground acted something like a flash bang grenade from my home world. The ingredients weren’t that expensive either, I used to carry a jar in case of emergencies. This is the story of why I no longer do that and why I will never let anyone else at the reserve do it either.

Moving back to the story, it was evening, and we weren’t super concerned about predators being in the park. Even if we had gotten captured there was a good chance we would either be released or have a chance to escape before the full moon. Full moons can be a lot of fun, but they tend to bring out the wildest and most aggressive behaviors in monstergirls, particularly werewolves. I was situated at a campfire we had built near a small grouping of treehouses on the eastern side of the reserve. This was and always has been our kind of home base simply because it provides the most cover the furthest away from the guest quarters. Some of the tree houses are also dedicated pred-free zones, although its considered poor form to run into one to escape capture. They are mostly there to allow runners a chance to sleep without the fear of being captured while unconscious.

The trade off is that time in the pred-free zones does not count as time in the park for runners, who are usually under contract to make a certain amount of time inside the predator zones. Therefore, runners who opt to sleep inside a pred-free zone usually don’t have enough time left over to enjoy some of the other creature comforts like the aforementioned spa. Even still, we’ve had many a poor young man, usually the small and frail ones, that are simply terrified of being taken while sleeping. If missing out on some spa time means safe and sound sleeping, well, who am I to tell them how to use their down time. It was one of these poor terrified young men who shared the campfire with me along with another, considerably more stout veteran of the park. This young man in particular was pretty new to being a runner, and deathly afraid of being taken by a werewolf, let alone a pack. Of all the Mageni to fear, I guess I understand being afraid of werewolves, but I for one would take a pack of them any day compared to some of the less… empathetic types. I can at least count on a werewolf to appreciate my discomfort, maybe even go out of their way to make me comfortable. They really do make excellent partners.

The veteran and I were trading different stories about our time in the park. We had known each other for some time now but were always discovering new experiences and findings. We were both experts at our trade, and more importantly, we both loved doing what we did. He would eventually make enough money for his master that she no longer needed him at the park, I do miss that man. The poor guy next to us was far less amused with some of our stories. He made it very clear that his worst fear during his time in the park was to be taken by a pack, especially alone. He would shudder at the very mention of them. Since the full moon was approaching he had decided to spend his time following us around knowing we were some of the best at the reserve at avoiding capture. I tried telling him more of us together would only bring more attention, but in his mind there was safety in numbers. In a way I suppose that’s true, but only because some of us are faster than the others. I didn’t have the heart to tell him that bit.

The sun was just starting to set and we had finished our evening meal some time prior. It was by all accounts a typical, lazy evening. There are times here when you can go days without ever seeing a predator, and other times where every hour is a new challenge to evade them. I had seen a dark hound, another subset of werewolf, earlier in the day, but it had been quiet otherwise.

I can’t say what it was exactly that tipped me off, but both me and the veteran knew, just moments before, something was off. It was like we were being watched and some sort of sixth sense had tipped us off. The small man beside me immediately took notice to our sudden alertness.

“What is it?” He whispered.

“Shh” I hushed him, straining my ears about.

The veteran and I locked eyes, we both knew something was up, but we weren’t sure what.

He shrugged at me. Several moments passed. The air was quiet. The young man was looking skittish, like he wanted to run, but didn’t know where.

It was quiet for several more moments before we heard a sound.

“Well, well, what have we here?” came a sultry voice from our side, a young werewolf emerging from the woods.

The three of us were on our feet in an instant, but before we could run two more werewolves emerged forming a three monstergirl circle around us.

“Looks like a party!” cooed one of the wolves behind us.

The veteran and I both knew the score, we were surrounded, three of them, three of us. I’ve said it before but its worth saying again, no man can outrun a werewolf. On the plus side, it was way better to be captured in a group then as an individual, particularly by werewolves. You see, when there are plenty of men to go around, wolves will tend to pick a man for the night. When there aren’t enough men, well, we tend to get shared. Being the sole captive is a pretty raw deal. Every member of the pack, starting with the alpha, will take you and ride you until they’re satisfied. Most Mageni can go for hours on end, and now you’re stuck servicing several of them, alone.

I don’t care who you are, I don’t care what kind of stud you make yourself out to be, that is exhausting at best, and usually positively brutal. Especially due to the fact that most Mageni have a type of magic about them that surpasses the typical refractory period in men and helps maintain an erection. Some of them exude an aura that achieves this affect, others have more direct methods, like lamia which generate venom that super charges a mans genitalia. If you can honestly tell me you can go for hours and hours after orgasming dozens or more times and not be completely spent, well, I call bullshit. All that said, one on one seemed like pretty good odds to me. I wasn’t going to get the relaxing night I thought I was but I wasn’t staring down the barrel of the worst night of my life either. The veteran was probably thinking about the same thing, he even had the slightest of a smile on his face. The new guy was a different story…

“P-p-please, I’ll do anything!” he half cried out pleadingly to nobody in particular.

“Oh, I know you will darling” the larger of the females, presumably the alpha, replied.

I suspect if it hadn’t been for the sheer amount of lust that these wolves had been feeling in the moment, they probably would have caught on that this was no act, this poor guy was genuinely scared. I myself however, couldn’t help but notice how terrified the guy was, slowly cowering into a ball on his stump, paralyzed with fear. I found myself wondering why didn’t he take the offer to stash him in a pred-free zone during his stay. He probably didn’t want to look scared in front of the other runners or something, not that it mattered now. I didn’t think much about it after that, my mind was made up. I was gonna save this poor guy. As a matter of fact, I was gonna get all of us out of here.

I withdrew the flashbang potion I carried on me and tossed it into the fire. The result was magnificent. I knew enough to close my eyes but the sound was so much louder than I thought it would be. Disoriented and mostly blind I stumbled over to where the guy lay. I picked him up, aimed him in the general direction of the woods headed north towards the rocky hills, and gave him a push. He responded immediately. About the time I was able to make out his shadow racing off into the woods I turned towards where the veteran had been. He was already gone, that man had good instincts.

It was my turn to run, I got about fifteen feet outside the circle of werewolves when I chanced a look back. All of them were writhing on the ground, clutching their ears, eyes closed. Werewolves are well tuned hunters, their eyes are sensitive, even in low light. Their ears are remarkable at picking up even the subtlest of sounds. They are an excellent approximation of wild wolves with their hypersensitivity to the world around them… and I had just flash banged them.

I felt guilt immediately. Sure, I’d gotten that poor young man out of this situation, the veteran too, and could have probably escaped myself, but it all felt wrong as I watched them on the ground and in pain. The noise had alerted one of the guards, Helasia, to the site. Helasia is a dark hound, but unlike typical dark hounds she has an incredible control over her lustful nature and a discipline to match. Most dark hounds struggle to hold down conventional jobs, but not Helasia, she was and is by far my favorite guard at the reserve. She’s pulled me out of some bad scraps and nursed me back to health more times than I can count. Have I mentioned how amazing healing potions? She locked eyes with me questioningly. I waved her off. She looked about the site and put together what had happened and nodded knowingly before retreating just outside of sight.

I waited. It felt like an eternity. The alpha was the first to regain herself. It didn’t take her long to lock on to me standing there like a moron. She let out something akin to snarl and lunged at me. I made some sort of shuffle as my instincts tried to override my body and force me to run, but it was drowned out by my guilt… and her speed. Before I knew it I was pinned to the ground.

“YOU!” she half screamed half snarled at me while pinning me to the ground. Her breath was hot on my neck, my head tilted off to the side, body numb. My brain was at a loss for words, actions, everything really.

She looked back at the other two werewolves who were slowly regaining their composure. She turned her attention back to me, her gaze locked onto mine as she stared angrily into what felt like my soul.

“C’mon girls, we’ve got everything we need for tonight” she yelled with an angry, devilish grin peering down at me.

I don’t remember much about the trip across the reserve with them. I know that we eventually made it to one of the caves they had obviously rented out for the night. I do remember them talking about how merciless they were going to be with me once they got me back, but my mind was somewhere else. Truly, I felt bad for what I had done to these three. The potion was meant for emergencies, and really, I didn’t think this qualified. At least the new guy got out, but honestly, how long could I protect him from a similar scenario in the future. Simply put, not long. It was sometime during that trip that I decided to never carry the flashbang potion on my person again, it simply wasn’t fair. Moreover, it had directly contributed to putting me into the compromised position I found myself in.

There was one of me and three of them. In my home world, one man can barely handle a single woman, let alone three, and that’s only considering human women. Mageni make a nymphomaniac human woman look pretty tame… and there were three of them against just me. I was prepared for a long night, hell, for all I knew they could be here for a week or more.

The alpha took her turn first with me. Most runners wear a simple tunic made of a cheap fabric. It makes repairs simple but still offers us some protection from the elements. Suffice to say my tunic did not last long against the alphas claws. As she tore through them she took some care not claw in to me. SOME care. After I was sufficiently devoid of clothing she pinned me to the ground. Her strong powerful form forcing me still as she gazed upon her prize top to bottom. Her attitude had shifted, she was clearly feeling quite lustful in the moment, although her annoyance with me was still quite detectable.

You can probably imagine that I was not particularly in the mood for fornication at this time. I’ve mentioned the magical aura that seems to surround most Mageni and I can very well say hers was in full swing. My body had no choice, it simply reacted, just as it always has. Male enhancement is quite popular in my world, and quite impossible to try and explain to the inhabitants of this one. She was ready, I was primed, there’s a simple math to these kind of encounters.

She sighed in relief as she eased herself down on to me, closing her eyes and gently tilting her head up. She sounded very relieved as her womanhood swallowed me down to the hip. Now don’t get me wrong, making love to a Mageni is a wonderful experience, perhaps too wonderful. If you’re wondering why I wasn’t in full lust its simply because I already knew of the marathon that was to come. Many Mageni, especially groups like werewolf packs, will fornicate with their men until they’ve passed out from simple exertion. Most men are aware of how much energy it saps from their body to achieve orgasm, let alone to achieve it multiple times. Expending any more energy than necessary, especially early on, is a rather good way to over exert ones self well beyond the point of pleasure, and sometimes consciousness. Just sit back and try to enjoy yourself as calmly as possible, I promise you’ll never have to beg for more. Its not uncommon for a man to be ridden for hours even AFTER he’s passed out. I, for better or worse, seem to be somewhat immune to achieving unconsciousness via orgasm. To this day I’m not sure if its because of my body or my planet of origin, but I can assure you its not always a blessing to be awake for these events.

Before I knew it the alpha was rocking back and forth atop me, back arched, her hips grinding and moving me about to guide me into all of her sensitive areas. She sighed and curled her toes as she moved about, clearly enjoying herself as the other two looked on, slowly rubbing at their clits, eagerly waiting for their turn.

After a few minutes the attitude shifted again. The alpha began thrusting more aggressively. I had done pretty well at avoiding a buildup thus far but the additional stimulus was too much. I began to feel a pressure forming and let out a sigh. Clearly encouraged by my reaction the alpha gave me a wicked grin as she quickly leaned down towards me and dug her claws into my shoulders. I yelped in pain only to have my voice muffled by her mouth as she kissed me hotly and continued to ride me hard. My brain felt like it was melting, the pressure in my loins building faster than I could react to it. I felt a small trickle of blood running from my shoulder, but I didn’t care. The pressure was immense, I tried to calm myself, I failed. I came in a violent eruption inside of the alpha as she continued to kiss, claw, and ride me. Her body absorbed every ounce I pumped in to her greedily. Its worth noting that most Mageni can “feed” off of mens semen, at least that’s how its been explained to me. If I’m being honest, I’ve never quite understood myself.

The alpha arched up again, slowing her rhythm as I gasped and tried to catch my breath. Somewhere in my expulsion she must have also achieved orgasm based on her behavior. She breathed excitedly, but considerably more relaxed. She sighed and grinned down at me with a devilish look.

“Not bad human, but you’re not done, not by a long shot.”

Then she squeezed her hips together and began riding me fiercely again. Now where I come from, when a man orgasms, that’s pretty much it, at least for a while. The refractory period in men has been our sexual limiting factor since the dawn of time, and we’re quite used to it. Men, if you’ve never experienced an orgasm, followed immediately by the same hard on with another load ready to go, I don’t know how to explain it to you really. Its otherworldly. It would be really neat if not for the fact that you still get sensitive, you’re still exhausted, and in most cases with Mageni, you’re still in for a hell of a ride whether you’re ready for it or not.

She fucked me mercilessly, true to her word. A fury of grinds, orgasms, teeth, claws, and an unforgiving, unyielding hard on that would simply NOT obey my most desperate pleas to die down. I’m not sure how much time passed. It felt like hours, but finally the alpha slowed atop me. I wasn’t sure how many orgasms my body had powered through. I was bleeding at my shoulders a little, claw and teeth marks spanned my entire body, and I was feeling rather exhausted. The one saving grace was the bizarre mix of chemicals swimming in my brain after having so many releases in such a short time.

“You poor thing” the alpha mused mockingly, looking down at me, “oh, I made you bleed!” she added, actually sounding mildly concerned yet insincere at the same time.

“Girls, why don’t you come take care of this poor thing, he looks simply terrible.”

Oh shit, I thought as the other two werewolves stood up and approached me. Their groins were soaked in anticipation. I tried to speak through my haze of exhausted euphoria.

“Please…” I managed weakly.

The one nearest me leaned towards my face and grinned widely.

“Shhh shh, no no” she whispered moving her mouth beside my ear before stating even more gently, “stay awake, and MAYBE I’ll let you go in the morning.”

Now look, I knew they weren’t going to let me go, and given the situation I was pretty sure they weren’t going to give me a break either. In this case, its part of the game, pleading with the predator. They absolutely love it, and I aim to please. This is particularly true after I’ve wronged someone. Even still, my pleas were somewhat sincere, and her response was not the one I wanted. Although I have to admit, it was kinda hot. Damn.

She moved to my side near my head. The alpha was getting up, the sudden lack of weight a was relief for a brief moment before the third wolf dropped herself into nearly the same position. At the mouth of the cave I caught a glance at Helasia who must have been checking in on me. God I’m happy to have her at the park. The look on her face was asking me if I needed out. The solemn stare I gave her in return said no. She knew the score, this was penance, and if any runner was going to have to tough it out a night with a pack of angry werewolves, well, I’m probably one of the better choices.

The third werewolf was far less aggressive with me, but I was already exhausted. My treasonous member was still standing hard, ready to please, even if I wasn’t. She started to grind and I moaned pitifully, sweat dripping down my face to the cold ground. I became aware the cave was getting darker. The wolf who had teased about letting me go was getting closer to me. Correction, she was about to sit on my face. Fuck, like I’m not dying trying to breathe already I thought. As her hips came into contact with my cheeks my tongue instinctively slipped from my mouth to please her. Say what you will, I may be a glutton for punishment, but I’m not stupid. My choices were to suck it up and eat this monstergirl out or risk them getting pissed off at me all over again. Given that the love making was finally getting to the point were there was less blood loss involved I opted for the former.

Now I hate to say it, but my tongue game is not up to par. I have a lot of gifts when it comes to pleasing women, particularly monstergirls, but I’m not some sex god gifted in all things carnal. My mouth is a prime example of that. Fortunately, number two was so hot and bothered from watching the alpha ride me for so long that she didn’t seem to care. Her hips grinded into my face and I did what I could to be of service.

Breathing was already a problem. But it was becoming a PROBLEM. Nevermind that number two had told me she’d let me go if I stayed awake, almost any monstergirl will keep prey that passes out on them for as long as possible on principle alone. Like I said before, I don’t pass out easy, but after dozens of orgasms, hours of rough riding, and mild blood loss, well, a lack of easy oxygen just might do it.

Number three rode me harder and started leaning on number two. They embraced as they began to climax together. For my part, I shuddered hard as another orgasm was ripped from my poor body. I gasped for air when I could but I could feel my mind getting fuzzy, my last bit of resolve deteriorating. In short, I was a wreck. After climaxing yet again number two decided to jump of my face. I’m not sure if she found my tongue disappointing or just wanted something different but I jumped at the chance to breathe normally. Well, more normally anyway.

“My turn!” two yelled as she shoved three off of me after orgasming for the third or fourth time. It was lucky timing as I was about to bust yet again but managed not to. I honestly figured a fight might break out between them but three simply rolled over, a dumb smile on her face. Two was atop me immediately, smiling gently down at me. Shortly after she began grinding into me three rolled back over and walked towards my head. Uh oh, I thought. Please don’t sit on my face again, I’m not going to make it. I was lucky, my hands were somewhat free and she took to one immediately. My mouth may not be a crowd pleaser, but I know how use a hand. Not long after three began enjoying my hand massaging her the alpha approached. Observing the spectacle before her she placed herself upon my right hand before tilting her head to look at me at an odd angle.

“Well what are waiting for?” she asked incredulously. “Please me.”

I didn’t need to hear anything else, I did as I was told. So there I was, in the middle of three werewolves, and looking rather pitiful after what I had endured. The three of them spent the next couple of hours switching positions, demanding my hands and riding me forcefully to orgasm over and over again. That said, even they were beginning to wind down, and nothing was quite as intense as the first bout with the alpha. I was really worried one of them might sit on my face again, but they never did. Maybe they found it disappointing, or maybe they knew I wouldn’t be able to keep up if they did. Either way, it was blessing.

Finally, after hours of rough play, it was time for them to sleep. Well, two of them anyway. Two and three slumped away and crashed in what I presume was one of the warmer spots in the cave. The alpha however, hovered over me. To say I was spent is beyond an understatement. I could barely see, I was only processing the world around me at the most basic level a person can. Even my disobedient member was finally going a little limp and I felt sufficiently evacuated. Sleep was coming for me, I had been awake a long time by this point. Add to that a ridiculous hardcore orgy, a bit of blood loss, and countless orgasms ripped from my body and well, it felt like dying. Some part of me knew she was above me, some part of me knew she was staring at me like a piece of meat.

“Not so fast little one” she cooed, pulling me to my feet and staring me up and down. “I don’t think I’m quite done with you yet…”

I wasn’t thinking, I’m not entirely sure I was really even conscious. I mustered all of my strength, which was next to nothing, and wrapped my arms around her in the warmest, most sincere hug I could. My hands struggled to find each other around her large, powerful frame. I turned my head and dug it into her chest, just above her ample breasts.

“Mercy…” I whispered.

Understand, this wasn’t me playing the game, this was an honest to goodness cry for mercy. Other kinds of Mageni may not have cared, but in this case, well, werewolves are known for their empathy. She regarded me for a few moments before letting out a large sigh and then melting into me, returning my hug with a large, powerful embrace. She was warm, and for the first time in that entire evening, I felt oddly safe.

“Fine little one, but your sleeping in my arms tonight, and don’t you dare try to run off.” It was the last thing I remember from that night.

I awoke the next morning feeling an odd mix of happiness and soreness. I was still being held by the alpha as she slept behind me. Two and three weren’t in the cave, I assume they had gone out hunting. As I stirred, she slowly came to. We spent the next few minutes slowly waking up to start the day. The sun was already in the sky, shining brightly into the cave.

“Are you hungry?” the alpha asked behind me in a calm voice. I turned to regard her. She was much calmer this morning, almost timid even.

“Famished” I replied slumping down onto a nearby boulder.

It’s considered custom for a predator to feed her catch after a long session, particularly if it lasts through the night into the morning. A part of the fee for each night in one of the private areas includes a basic breakfast for runners. Clients are allowed to request this basic meal whenever they have a hungry runner in their possession, although this happens almost exclusively after “feeding” themselves first. Additionally, clients can spend extra money to get more premium items for their runners, if they so choose. The basic meal isn’t bad, it’s a sort of porridge that gives a man everything he needs to revitalize, but it isn’t exactly a tasty meal either. Many clients, having come here for the discount rates to begin with, simply opt for the basic meal, and really, that’s ok. But its always a nice treat to get something a little better, particularly after a long night.

I fully expected a simple breakfast, it would have been fine too. The alpha looked me up and down. In the bright light the claw and teeth marks were impossible to miss. My torso looked like hell. It felt it too. She honestly looked embarrassed, upset even, at what she had done the night before. She ordered breakfast, and not just the basic meal, but a full spread of goodies that arrived not long after. I think it was her way of apologizing. She didn’t know what all of my favorite foods were, but she ordered so much we could have fed three men easy. It was a good meal.

After sufficiently stuffing myself she pulled me into her lap such that we faced each other, although she wouldn’t make eye contact with me. Her ears were low, a sure sign she felt bad or ashamed. She produced a healing potion and placed it into my hands, still avoiding eye contact. Healing potions aren’t expensive, but they’re not the cheapest thing in the world either. Plus, each stay is padded with a fee that assumes at least one will be needed, just to be safe. Heck, if Helasia was still around I could get one from her, she always carried a few, just in case.

“Are you sure?” I asked her before opening the bottle.

“Shut up and drink” she replied with authority, although still refusing to make eye contact.

I did, and immediately felt better. My chest began to heal. Within about fifteen seconds I was looking and feeling right as rain.

“Thank you” I said, trying to get her to at least look at me.

She didn’t reply, instead she continued looking down and to the side, still holding me in her lap. I noticed her ears twitch in the light, like maybe they were bothering her. My heart sank immediately. I surmised it was probably because of the flash bang. I took my hand and started rubbing an ear between my fingers and thumb. She seemed to appreciate the attention, twisting her head to make it easier for me to reach. She shut her eyes and was looking rather relaxed, happy even. Then I did something stupid.

“Does it still hurt?” I asked, still rubbing her ear.

Her eyes shot open and she looked me in the eye for the first time all morning. My focus was still on her ear, but I could see the anger flashing in her eyes.

“Yes! It still hurts” she stated incredulously.

Somewhere in the back of my mind there were alarms going off, telling me to shut up, but I was already here. Not to mention, despite paying my penance the night before, I still felt bad.

“I… I’m sorry” I offered clumsily, albeit sincerely, my gaze never leaving her ear.

Her calm demeanor eroded, replaced by a familiar ferocity that by all accounts should have made me cower. Her ears reared back, her teeth became suddenly visible. I was in imminent danger again, and all thanks to my dumb mouth.

“Then WHY?” she barked, “Why did you do it!?”

My gaze finally broke from her ear and I stared back at her, eye to eye, looking slightly confused as I pondered her question. Then I sighed and averted my gaze downward.

“The new guy” I said solemnly, now staring down towards her lap.

A clawed hand came roughly to my chin forcing my head up to try and meet her gaze, I kept my eyes averted downward anyway.

“What!?” She demanded.

It occurred to me that maybe she didn’t remember much about the encounter prior to me dropping the potion. Or, even if she had, maybe she hadn’t realized that his cowering wasn’t some game, but that he was actually terrified. Her claws began to dig into me, I was getting more and more concerned.

“The runner” I exclaimed, “The one that was cowering beside me when you showed up.”

“What about him!?” She growled, only getting rougher.

“He’s… well… he’s terrified of werewolves” I stated as my eyes came back up to look into hers.

It obviously caught her off guard as she regarded me for a moment, ears raising, the ferocity quickly leaving her face as she processed what I had said. She still had a rough grip on my chin.

“I- well we… how could?” She sputtered, confused, repeating incomplete thoughts for a few seconds before going quiet.

She looked contemplative for a few moments, nothing broke the silence. I wasn’t sure if I should say something. I stayed quiet. Then she made a deep sigh, removing her claws from my chin. She was looking towards the mouth of the cave. Then she looked back at me, kissed my forehead, and stood up, walking just outside the cave. I stood up and followed her cautiously, coming to a standstill about a foot behind her.

She gazed out into nothing, seemingly oblivious to my presence just behind her. Several moments passed.

“Would you do it again?” She asked, not turning around.

I took a moment before replying, “No” firmly but quietly, and I meant it.

She stood staring out towards the woods away from me. She rubbed slowly at her twitching ear. A moment later she took in a long breath and sighed. Then she sighed again in a much more exasperated, yet resolved manner. She continued looking out towards the forest for a few moments.

“Then I forgive you” She stated flatly, still not turning around.

I took a moment to process what she had just said. Had she just forgiven me? I took some additional time to process. I concluded that yes, that was what had just happened.  I slowly walked up closer to her, my body softly brushing against her left arm as she starred out into the woods. We stood there quietly for several minutes it felt like. The trees swayed gently in the distance, and all felt right in the world.

After another minute or two of silence she spoke suddenly.

“I would hunt you properly.”

I stared at her, somewhat confused and unsure how to interpret what she had just said. She glanced upwards towards the sky, seemingly looking at nothing.

“Uh-“ I started before being cutoff.

“It’s a full moon tonight” she interrupted, wrapping her arm around me and pulling me close. Then she tilted her head down towards my ear and whispered, “I’d try not to get caught if I were you.”

She let me go and I stood there, dumbfounded. Was she letting me go? Should I run? Where’s what’s left of my tunic? The last question passing through my mind finally put me into action and I turned around to fetch my clothing. As if she knew exactly what I was about to do she turned around and calmly, yet firmly spoke to me.

“Leave it”

I turned to regard her. She had a devilish grin on her face. My face must have still looked confused because she continued.

“How else am I supposed to track you?” She asked, in a somewhat mocking tone.

She gestured with a nod of her head towards the woods, “Run!”

Well, that’s that I guess. I fled, naked, running north towards the caves and cornfield. It’s not really a cornfield, but it reminds me of one back home. The particular plant that grows there is tall enough to conceal both runners and predators and it often comes in handy when evading being caught. My mind raced to put together everything that was happening.

Alright, well, I’m naked. Not exactly an ideal start but ok, I can get another tunic as soon as I make it back to camp. I realized then I wasn’t running towards camp, I was running north on instinct. Why north I thought. Oh right, there’s a werewolf about to be chasing me. Correction, TRACKING me. I had never been tracked before, not like this. Sure, plenty of predators could follow a trail, but so long as you crossed paths with other runners with a stronger scent, or better yet simply outran one with said predator chasing you, it was fine. I had never been singled out like this. How do you hide your scent I wondered? It was a question I earmarked for later. How long before she starts after me was my next thought. A few seconds, a minute, an hour maybe, I wasn’t sure. She didn’t exactly spell that bit out for me.

Given what I knew I decided my first instinct towards the caves was the correct one. Perhaps I could traverse them in a confusing pattern rendering my scent less useful to her, then once she was in the caves I could make my run for, where, I wondered. Anywhere I went still carried my scent with me, I’d have to stay ahead of her somehow. I immediately came back to the caves. Between them, and the cornfield that stretched over them and to the north I figured there were enough nooks and crannies that I could play an elaborate game of hide and seek. If I revisited enough places and stayed roughly in the same area, well, maybe I could avoid leaving a trail right to me. It sounded like a good plan, and I continued speeding off towards one of the cave entrances to enact it.

The caves could be a dangerous ordeal. Many of the larger Mageni like arachne and lamia like to use them to ambush runners. That said, this was a slower time of year, and I knew where most of the good ambushing spots were. These were some of the last thoughts I had prior to entering my chosen opening. When I was about to round my first turn I heard a deep howl in the distance. I assumed that marked the start of this new game. I grinned as I disappeared deeper into the caves. Win or lose, this was going to be fun.

I spent the next several minutes running around several parts of the cave, retracing my steps in several passageways. It was dark inside the cave system, but we had taken the time to place enough holes in the ceiling to provide enough light for a runner to see well enough to navigate in most areas. Some of them were even large enough to fit through as an alternative means of entering or leaving. The corn field was above me, and an integral part to my plan. I slowed my pace to help catch my breath, and more importantly, to make sure I could hear when the alpha was getting close to me.

I rested for several minutes before hearing disturbances coming from the entry way into the caves. It was undoubtedly her, which meant it was time to move. I had been resting underneath one of the large openings that happened to have enough rock underneath it that it formed a pseudo ramp making it accessible from inside the cave. I scaled it into the bright daylight. I didn’t wait for my eyesight to adjust before moving further west, where I knew I would find another entrance hole. The corn field provided me with lots of cover, unless one knew how to navigate around this area, it was pretty easy to get disoriented and or lost. Fortunately, I was pro.

The second hole was about a hundred yards from the first one but dropped into the same cave system. There were a couple of caves in the area that were isolated from the main cavern system, but almost all of it was connected somewhere or another. I dropped down the hole.

I had intentionally not walked around in this area to make sure she didn’t have a reason to be in this part of the cave yet. I was far enough away and around enough turns that I couldn’t hear her and, presumably, she couldn’t hear me. Perfect, I thought, as I started moving about this part of the caverns to spread my scent in a similar manner as before.

After about fifteen minutes I figured I was beginning to push my luck. The alpha had undoubtedly figured out that I wasn’t in the area she was, and the egress routes to the field above were impossible to miss. I figured she was probably up there somewhere tracking me to the second opening, it was time to move again.

This time, I continued further north inside the cave itself. My target was another man sized hole deeper in the cave. From there, I could return to the first area I had been at. It crossed my mind to continue further into the caves and keep hitting up new areas after each move, but I didn’t want to press my luck. Hitting a few areas was relatively safe, hitting all of them was simply asking to find someone lurking about somewhere. However unlikely it was, I couldn’t rule out the possibility of there being an arachne somewhere out here. I for one would much rather get caught by a werewolf than an arachne. Don’t get me wrong, bondage play is a lot of fun, at least for me. Arachne silk is perfect for this kind of play and as a result most of them enjoy rope play. They aren’t the sadists that some people make them out to be, but they aren’t the most empathetic of sorts either, at least not usually.

I found the hole I was looking for. After scanning the area for signs of other predators I deemed myself reasonably safe and waited. I’m not sure how long it took, it felt like half an hour but could have easily been minutes, but finally, I heard a commotion coming from down the cave. I scrambled up onto the surface before running southeast back towards the first hole I had come up from. And so the game was on. I spent the next hour or two working my strategy in the three areas I had chosen. At one point she got close, really close, but I had spent so much time in the area that my scent was muddled and she flew down the wrong corridor enabling me to escape once again. That was the closest call I had for hours.

I knew she was going to figure out what I was doing eventually. Heck, she probably understood my game the moment she ran into the cave. Honestly though, I didn’t expect her to do anything about it. Werewolves aren’t dumb by any means, but they are pretty straight forward. They track prey until they see it, then they run it down. It’s a simple, albeit effective, formula. I fully expected her to understand my gambit, I did NOT expect her to change tactics. That’d be a pretty neat trick for a werewolf on the hunt.

I was sitting beneath one of the holes waiting to hear her coming. This time was different, my gut could feel it, but I wasn’t sure what was up. It had been too long since I had heard her. I didn’t think I was lucky enough for her to have given up, although it was starting to get late, maybe she had. Less comfortable was the thought that maybe she was sneaking around in the cave now instead of moving about clumsily. That would mean I’d have less time to detect her approaching. Even still, as long as I could get up into the cornfield before she grabbed me I SHOULD be able to lose her long enough to jump down into the caves again somewhere, even moving to somewhere new if necessary, I just had to know she was coming.

As I combed through these thoughts I heard a lose rock slam hard into the ground about twenty feet from me. I jumped and scrambled up the ramp towards the field. As I was clearing the hole I was relieved to find nothing had grabbed my foot, so I probably had a moment to get into the field and disrupt any visual she might get of me. The sun was getting lower in the sky, and my eyes didn’t take as long to adjust anymore. I prepared to run but stopped suddenly. There, in front of me, stood the alpha, a huge victorious grin on her face. Fuck.

I noted that she held a rock in her hand. It occurred to me she must have thrown the one I heard crack into the cave from up here trying to lure me out. Clever, I thought as turned to bolt the other way.

To my credit, I made it about fifty feet into the corn field. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, no man can outrun a werewolf. After pinning me to the ground face down she rolled me over. Her grin was huge, and if I’m being honest, it was really cute.

“Well that took longer than I expected” she said in a playful voice.

“Y-yeah, I was pretty proud of myself for this one” I replied truthfully before offering “That was pretty clever, well played.”

“It doesn’t come naturally to a wolf to actually outsmart our prey, but here you are.” She leaned in closer to my ear, “I warned you not to get caught lover.”

Her words sent shivers up and down my spine in an exotic and erotic sort of way. She leaned back up, beaming down at me. She was clearly having a good time, and felt quite proud of herself.

From there she guided me back to the cave, the rented one. The other two wolves were back and had apparently caught another runner. They looked to be just getting started with him.

The moon was coming out. There’s something special about a full moon with Mageni. Doubly so with werewolves. I was glad to know I wasn’t going to be the only one shared between them tonight. The alpha conversed with them briefly, relocating them towards the back of the cave with their catch. She decided they could have their man, and she would have me. But SHE was going to get the mouth of the cave, closest to the moonlight. They moved happily at her command, greedily taking their catch with them. The alpha turned to regard me. She appeared much happier than when she had taken me the night before. I steeled myself for what was to come.

Despite probably not needing to, especially on a full moon, I broke my usual set of rules and contributed to the session myself instead of merely laying there trying to survive. My contributions did not go unnoticed as she rode me, grinning ear to ear the entire time. It felt less like having sex and more like making love, albeit rough and unyielding. She didn’t rough me up anything like she had the night before, but making love to Mageni is still not a gentle thing. She would occasionally lean down to kiss me or stare into my eyes, running her clawed hands through my hair. It was wonderful, simple, and exactly what both of us needed.

A wolf in the moonlight is a hell of a thing. I don’t know how many hours she rode me beneath the clear night sky, the moon brightly accentuating our bodies the entire time, but I loved every minute of it. I felt like we had made a connection, and truly, nothing is more rewarding in the realm of carnal desire than sharing an emotional connection with someone. This woman was special, particularly for a werewolf.

What more is there to say? I awoke the next morning in a warm embrace, not a prisoner, but a partner. I felt warm and safe. She bought me a nice breakfast, thanked me, and gave me a kiss before checking out. All in all, it was just another day at the reserve, albeit a good one.