A werewolf

You turn, stomach sinking like a brick, afraid of what you’ll see. And you are right to be so.

A hulking creature of fur and fang stands on the edge of the clearing, its menacing yellow gaze appraising you. A werewolf, a being of bestial lust and fury. It licks its chops, lupine muzzle slick with saliva. With matted black and gray fur, the beast-man introduced itself to you with clear intent.

You stand there in silence for a full second, absolute terror freezing you in place. Meanwhile, the creature returns your stare, savoring your obvious fear. Then you look down.

Its red, wolfish cock emerges from its fur, large and thick, and already shining with monstrous arousal. You knew what it wanted. It—_He _knew what it wanted and is fully prepared to take it.

You stop hesitating and start fleeing. Abandoning your hard-gathered foodstuffs, you run like hell, not bothering to confirm if he is giving chase. Dodging trees and weaving left and right, you head in the general direction of the tribe. You think so, at least, but it doesn’t matter, so long as you get away. You need to get away. You need to get away. You need to get—

He rams into your back, wolf claws gripping your shoulders and dragging you down. Tears come quickly unbidden to your eyes, as, despite your frantic struggles, he handles you effortlessly. He forces you around, as his claws tears through your clothing, freeing your chest to the air. Slowly he leans down, ignoring your screams, and laps at your face, cleaning it of your tears. The rough tongue moves downward, stroking your neck. You freeze, aware this massive creature could easily tear out your throat.

This pleases him, and he gives your sensitive neck a few gentle laps. Despite yourself, you squeak out a quiet moan. The wolf-man chuckles, voice deep, vibrating against your chest. He works his way further down, licking your bare breasts with relish. Your nipples, wet and shiny, stiffen almost painfully hard.

You couldn’t help it, but your own arousal is growing. You don’t want it, but your body does more by the moment. Already, you feel yourself grow wet, against your will.

The werewolf laughs again, scenting your surrendered excitement. You felt his cock throb against you, and the beast turns you over even as he stood back up. With renewed panic, you realized what is to happen. The creature is going to mount you! He wants to breed you!

You try to crawl away, but he pulls you back, chastising. It is obvious you were fully under its power, and nothing can be done to resist it. It finishes ripping what little covering your body has, exposing your ass and pussy. Gripping you by your hips, the wolf prepares to claim a new bitch.