"Don't talk to strangers, dear!"

That was the last thing your mother said to you before handing you the small wooden basket, carefully covered with a red and white checkered cloth. Inside it, there were freshly baked cookies, still slightly warm, giving off a sweet and comforting aroma. Your mother had lovingly made these cookies for your aunt, who was sick in her cabin, deeper in the forest. And, like the good son that you were, you accepted the task. After all, the path wasn't that far. A walk through the forest, breathing some fresh air, listening to the birds sing, feeling the wind rustling the leaves... it would almost be relaxing.

As you walked along the dirt trail, surrounded by tall trees that swayed gently in the breeze, your thoughts began to wander. "Why, after all, did she make such a fuss? I'm already quite big, I can manage on my own..." you thought, still hearing the echo of your mother's words about "not trusting strangers". It was even a little funny. It wasn't like you lived in a city, surrounded by suspicious people. This was a quiet, familiar forest. Besides, there had never been any reports of bears or large predators in that area. You continued walking, watching small squirrels jumping between the branches and listening to the rustling of the bushes with occasional movements, probably rabbits or larger birds being startled by your passing. Nothing that really worried you... But then, something changed...

A whisper, almost like a mischievous song, echoed right behind you. "Well, well... what a pretty little basket you're carrying, sweetie..."

The feminine voice, drawn out and wrapped in a teasing tone, made you stop suddenly. A slight chill ran down your spine. Turning cautiously, your eyes came across something unexpected: a tall, elegant and... unusual figure... It was at least partly a woman. She had wolf ears that moved curiously on top of her head, following the movement of her head tilted to the side. Her pinkish-gray eyes shone under the filtered light of the forest, and her long tail swung slowly, in a hypnotic rhythm. She wore a sleeveless black top, which exposed her well-defined abdomen and slightly tanned skin. The light blue jeans, strategically ripped, seemed almost bursting in certain spots, especially in the hip region... and of course, there was a visible and intimidating bulge in the front of her pants that was impossible not to notice. Barefoot, her feet touched the damp earth naturally. A red scarf wrapped around her neck, contrasting with her silver hair that shone under the soft light between the trees.

"And what's an obedient little boy like you doing carrying cookies in the forest?" she asked, with a lopsided smile, discreetly licking the corner of her lips, her eyes fixed on you, evaluating every detail... Swallowing hard, you tried to maintain your composure. You explained that you were just going to deliver food to your aunt, and that you weren't allowed to talk to strangers. After all, that was exactly what your mother had warned you. The wolf let out a low, amused laugh, crossing her arms under her chest, which only highlighted her provocative curves. "Ahhh... how proper you are." she murmured with a tone somewhere between mockery and charm. "You can go on then, sweetie. I promise not to bite... today." She then moved away slightly, making a theatrical gesture with her hand, as if opening the way. You thanked her, still a little nervous, and continued on your way along the trail, picking up your pace a little. As you walked away, you could hear, even from behind, the soft sound of her mischievous laughter.

A few minutes later, you continued walking along the trail, trying to ignore the chill that the encounter with that wolf had left on your spine. "She must have gone away..." you thought, adjusting the basket on your arm. The aroma of the cookies still hanging in the air was comforting. But the forest seemed different now. The wind stopped. The birds fell silent. Even the insects stopped their buzzing. Only the sound of your footsteps on the beaten earth echoed, as if nature had held its breath.

It was then that you heard a rustle. Closer. Much closer. Before you could react, a sharp claw grabbed your shoulder and threw you against a tree, your back hitting the trunk with a dull thud. The basket flew to the side, the cookies scattering on the grass. And there she was, the silver wolf, now with her eyes glowing like embers under the shadow of the leaves. Your body was trapped between the rough bark of the tree and her heat, which advanced like a storm. One hand (with slightly sharp nails) dug into the side of your head, while the other blocked your hip, preventing any escape.

"I thought I warned you, sweetie..." she whispered, her voice hoarser than before, almost a growl. "The forest is my territory. And you... you're so cute that I just... couldn't resist." Her face burned with what seemed like a mix of amusement and hunger. She leaned in, nostrils flaring, and sniffed your neck slowly, as if tasting the fear and excitement mixed in your sweat. A low moan escaped her throat as her warm tongue licked a line up to your ear. "Hmm... you know I'm a wolf, right? And wolves... have an excellent sense of smell." Her sharp teeth grazed your jugular, almost playing at biting. "I can feel your heart racing... Your scent changing... You liked seeing me, did you?" The bulge in her pants was now inescapable, a heavy, swollen bulge pressing against your thigh, pulsing with every husky word she uttered. "Oh, yeah... I almost forgot to introduce myself properly." She laughed, rubbing herself against you on purpose. "Lyara. Half-wolf, hermit, futanari, and... well, today your savior."

"Savior?!"

"If I don't catch you, the other animals here will do worse..." Her fingers went down, unzipping her jeans with a fluid movement. "But me? I just want to entertain you a little~" She grabbed your hand and pressed it against her hot, hard cock, which was now escaping from her jeans. "You know how wolves treat intruders, right?" She growled, the tip of her cock already wet with a hint of pre-cum dripping between your fingers. "Either you help me with this... or I'll eat you some other way~." Her smile was pure sweet poison.