Alastor Eating Deer Novels & Stories

Her face had just been used as a hole to ram thick disgusting meat in and out of it until she was finally forced to either swallow or be sprayed by their white smelly goo. “Take it off and see how it looks,” Alastor said, making her look up at him with her curious brown eyes. The look, her faltering nervous touch and the aura of innocence that she radiated almost made Alastor want to skip this part and take her instead but he persevered and stood still feeling his cock be freed from its encasement.

She might be more inclined to her people - other werewolves- but he should fault her for it, He sighed. He spotted his men around a small bonfire, seated and chatting. The men adjusted, making space for him and Joram to join them. "What is this celebration for?" Joram asked as he made himself comfortable. The men chuckled. There was a whole deer roasting slowly over the fire. Its fat was sizzling as it dropped into the fire. Darius reached and tore out a large chunk of meat, handing it to Joram and Alek. "Mandir's hunting skill paid off this evening." He said, smiling.

He glanced down at me before looking up at him again. "What do I want? Oh, that's an easy question. Give me back my land that you stole from me. That also includes all the females you stole from me and my pup." He snapped. Alastor growled in response. One of the wolves leaped for him and Alastor jumped at him in response. He wrapped around the scranny wolf and before I knew it, he was standing on top of me again. The lifeless wolf thudded against the ground and Alastor spat something from his mouth. Silence followed the small gasps. The wolf's throat was torn out, his eyes rolled back into his head and blood dripped from his lips. I recoiled away from the sight, hiding my eyes in my sleeve.

“Dude, let’s split. I’m gonna chuck.” Bobby just stood there, breathing in a hypnotic, even rhythm. Despite his asthma, he just stood and stared at something in the middle of the clearing. “What . . . what’s that?” I steeled my guts and glanced back. Sure enough, something sat before the dead dogs. It looked like a statue or an altar. I didn’t look at it too long—my stomach hurt and I wanted out of there—but the weird thing was, it seemed to shiver the whole time. Like it couldn’t hold one shape, or my eyes couldn’t make sense of the shape it was in.

he asked. I shook my head. “Not exactly.” He sighed, leaned over, and opened the passenger door. “Well, come on. This stretch ain't no place to be on foot. Hop in. I’ll take you somewhere with a phone. Maybe even a warm meal.” I hesitated. Then I saw it. A few feet behind the truck, there it was. The deer. The same deer I saw earlier, with its guts spilling out, its insides looking like a horror movie prop. Still fresh. No sign of scavengers touching it. And now, it was here?

Usually, he is only full when he eats a whole deer, but now he will share it with his wife. He is indeed a beast, of course, there is a beast in his body, he is a half-beast because he is a werewolf. Burdak focused on watching the movements of the deer, he was about to pounce on it. He didn't need a weapon for this… he just needed to run and bite the deer's neck to death. This was the hundredth time he had hunted deer. Definitely not a problem for him.

Proserpina scoffed, swatting his hands away from her, “Quit it. I don't do hugs–” Alastor suddenly dropped forward like a tidal wave threatening to pull her down with him, arms wrapping around her waist. He was practically a koala–a six foot tall koala–as he all but threw himself on her, legs sprawled uselessly on the ground and all of his weight bearing down on her. She gave him her driest, blankest stare, eyes boring holes down at his stupidly smiling face, “Happy now?” Alastor simply hummed, nuzzling her stomach contentedly, a strange vibrating sort of noise coming from his chest… and forget the comparison about a koala or the fact that he is technically a wolf, he reminded her of a giant

If only she had turned around to see what was thrusting into her. They remained quiet once again. The sun was setting, the birds were flying to their nests, and the bats were coming out. The sky had an orange glow in it, and it drew the estranged lovers' attention for a while before a pack of deer came for an evening poolside drink. A soft wind blew, and for a moment, Alisa felt like everything was going to be alright. "Don't tell me you killed one of those deer as a wolf." "Yes, I did."

When the deer was relaxed and it had let its guard down, like the speed of light, Atlas pounced on it and trapped it under his claws. The deer struggled but could not free itself from Atlas' grasp and when it gave up, Atlas took a deep bite from its neck, using his sharp canines to tear the deer's flesh off. “Care to join?” He asked Alexis, without turning. “Uhm… no thanks.” She replied. “Suit yourself.” He said and continued. When he was satisfied, he walked back to her with the deer's blood on his mouth. “Now we move to our next prey.” “Okay, but do I have to feast on them too?” She asked warily.