“Don’t do this…”

You feel powerless. You lie still, knowing that nothing you say or do will stop him.

Your heart beats with resounding thumps, both out of fear and out of a strange sense of excitement.

You feel him push forward, and with a single determined stroke he is inside of you. You gasp as your maidenhood is stretched painfully by his monstrous girth. Tears form in the sides of your eyes as reality dawns over you. You feel the hot fuck-flesh twitching inside you, its temperature higher than even that of your flushed core.

The werewolf does not wait around. He begins to rut with you using strong, determined thrusts. Your wetness plus his copious amounts of pre-cum are the only thing keeping you from feeling too much pain.

You lie flat on the ground. Your legs dangle helplessly off the sides of his hips. Your toes curl and your neck cranes backwards from the shamefully blissful sensation of the werewolf’s hips slapping against your inner thighs. Your jaw hangs open to try and gasp for breaths. The pace of his thrusting isn’t nearly that of a crazed animal, but its close. He is full of eagerness, keen to sow his genes inside a fertile doe.

Your body finally starts to grow accustomed to his size. All the pain of losing your virginity passes, leaving nothing but the undeniable pleasure of sex. You raise your head to witness the coupling of woman and beast. You watch as the red cock disappears inside you with each thrust, your eyes grow alit with fires of passion at the sight.

The werewolf pulls out with a slick slurp, leaving you feeling empty. You groan in slight disappointment, but you’re not left wanting for long.

The creature flips you over onto your hands and knees, putting you into a position more suited to his kind. His pointy, lupine cockhead once more finds its target, sinking into you and making you mewl with lust before resuming the wild mating.

Now nothing holds back the wolf from pushing his full length into your tunnel. His wolf meat fills you out with each push, his fuzzy sheath and swinging sack tickling your drenches labia and your swollen clitoris.

With each push he grinds his hips in circular motions, making you go wild. He is a beast now, but there are signs of humanity in the way he subconsciously aims to please you and not just himself.

“So good,” you cry as you swing back and forth from the **** of being taken from behind. The muffled slapping of your ass against his fur is nothing compared to the loud slurping your sexes make.

You look over your shoulder at the creature taking you. His eyes are full of dominance. He pants from his drooling maw, his spittle flinging across your back. He leans forward, draping his furry chest over your back and leaning his muzzle against the side of your face. His pace increases, becoming more what you would expect from such an animal.

“Soon” he roars into your ear.