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Are you a wolf fucker?
My cum lanced across the forest floor, lacing the fallen leaves in pearly white.
My cum lanced across the forest floor, lacing the fallen leaves in pearly white. I trembled beneath him, trembling and overwhelmed by orgasm, as he kept pumping into me. With each thrust, he dislodged more drops of cum from my aching cock, and soon the ground beneath me was covered with evidence of my pleasure.
I thought he would never be empty. I was lightheaded from pleasure, adrenaline, and euphoria, and the werewolf kept pumping his seed into me, until I was a sloppy, well-bred mess beneath him.
The werewolf growled softly with pleasure and licked the back of my neck where he’d held me with his teeth. I lay beneath him, still tied by his knot, the pleasure and pull threatening to overwhelming me. As he licked me, his tongue changed, becoming less broad and heated. I instinctively lifted my head to look at him and he immediately grabbed the back of my neck, forcing my face down.
He growled. His meaning was clear: keep your head down.
“Okay,” I whispered. Message received. I remained still beneath him, my head thrumming, my body wrung-out and aching, until his cock receded. He pulled out of me with a gentle pop and thick white cum ran down my thigh. At the knowledge he’d filled me so utterly and deeply I was overflowing with his seed, something dark and twisted squirmed within me.
He’d fucked and bred me like an animal. It was disgusting and perverse, but I’d gotten off on it. It was the most intense and incredible sex I’d ever had. My cock was still semi-hard, and I was simultaneously bone-weary and aching to go again.
“Are you going to leave me like this?” I asked. “Face down in the dirt like trash?”
The powerful hand on the back of my neck eased. I tensed when fabric was roughly drawn over my eyes. I was being blind-folded with strips of my own clothes. I swallowed, but remained motionless until the werewolf pulled me to my feet. Without a word, he urged me forward.
He took me by the neck again, his grip iron, and I walked where he led me.
It was a strange walk of shame, walking naked through the forest with sticky wolf cum slowly dripping down my inner thighs. He guided me with the hand on the back of my neck, and I did not try to escape. It was done. He’d bred me. For the moment, I was safe from all the werewolves but him.
Somewhere in this forest, Ty was being bred, just like I had.
We were both wolf fuckers now.
I thought he would never be empty. I was lightheaded from pleasure, adrenaline, and euphoria, and the werewolf kept pumping his seed into me, until I was a sloppy, well-bred mess beneath him.
The werewolf growled softly with pleasure and licked the back of my neck where he’d held me with his teeth. I lay beneath him, still tied by his knot, the pleasure and pull threatening to overwhelming me. As he licked me, his tongue changed, becoming less broad and heated. I instinctively lifted my head to look at him and he immediately grabbed the back of my neck, forcing my face down.
He growled. His meaning was clear: keep your head down.
“Okay,” I whispered. Message received. I remained still beneath him, my head thrumming, my body wrung-out and aching, until his cock receded. He pulled out of me with a gentle pop and thick white cum ran down my thigh. At the knowledge he’d filled me so utterly and deeply I was overflowing with his seed, something dark and twisted squirmed within me.
He’d fucked and bred me like an animal. It was disgusting and perverse, but I’d gotten off on it. It was the most intense and incredible sex I’d ever had. My cock was still semi-hard, and I was simultaneously bone-weary and aching to go again.
“Are you going to leave me like this?” I asked. “Face down in the dirt like trash?”
The powerful hand on the back of my neck eased. I tensed when fabric was roughly drawn over my eyes. I was being blind-folded with strips of my own clothes. I swallowed, but remained motionless until the werewolf pulled me to my feet. Without a word, he urged me forward.
He took me by the neck again, his grip iron, and I walked where he led me.
It was a strange walk of shame, walking naked through the forest with sticky wolf cum slowly dripping down my inner thighs. He guided me with the hand on the back of my neck, and I did not try to escape. It was done. He’d bred me. For the moment, I was safe from all the werewolves but him.
Somewhere in this forest, Ty was being bred, just like I had.
We were both wolf fuckers now.
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