Beast

Buffy's fingers dug deeper, twisting in a slow, cruel rhythm that made Willow's thighs tremble. The witch gasped, each ragged breath burning her lungs like fire.

"You still think you're in control?" Buffy whispered against the damp back of Willow's neck.

Her free hand slid down Willow's stomach, her nails leaving crescent-shaped marks before suddenly gripping her hip, hard enough to leave a bruise. Willow struggled against her bonds, the ropes burning her wrists.

"You can come, Oz, she's yours." Willow saw Oz emerge naked, seemingly in a trance. Suddenly, she saw the window, the full moon. Her former boyfriend transformed into his werewolf hybrid form and pounced on her, spreading Willow's thighs and taking her savagely like an animal in heat.

Willow screamed, a hoarse, broken sound, as the beast thrust its monstrous member deep inside her, filling her intimate walls to the point of rupture with animalistic brutality. Yet Willow cried out more in pleasure than pain; she had always fantasized about this moment, disappointment had driven her to reject Oz, and now her wish was about to be granted like never before.

The creature was pounding into her like never before, under the gaze of Buffy, who grinned like a madwoman, encouraging the beast to unleash its sexual fury.

Willow's scream broke into a stifled gasp as Oz slammed into her hips, his monstrous blows hurling her body forward against her bonds. The ropes bit harder at her wrists, her skin screaming in agony as her back arched violently. Buffy's laughter rose like smoke in the air, her fingers tracing fresh marks across Willow's stomach before she slapped her left breast hard, a wet smack that made Willow's teeth grind.

"There, your wish is granted. Thank me. Your beastly lover is going to fuck you like never before and give you the sexuality you've been craving."

Oz's claws parted Willow's thighs to the very limit as his monstrous member plunged deeper with a savage hunger, slamming against the back of Willow's vagina. The stretching burned, too hard, too fast, but Willow's back arched out of the bed, her cry turning into a muffled moan.

Willow's breath came in ragged gasps, her body arching involuntarily against her bonds as Oz's monstrous form penetrated her with an insatiable hunger. The stretching burned, a sensation both too intense and insufficient, her nerves igniting with a brutal mixture of pain and pleasure.

Willow's breath caught as Oz's claws slashed across her thighs, tracing pale, thin lines that deepened beneath his touch without piercing. His monstrous form loomed over her, his muscles taut with savage hunger, each blow penetrating deeper, stretching her beyond what she thought possible. The ropes bit into her wrists, the burning now a distant echo beneath the overwhelming sensation of being ripped apart, filled to the brim.

Buffy's fingers tangled in Willow's hair, jerking her head back abruptly. "Look at him," she hissed, her warm breath against Willow's ear. "Look at what you begged for." "

- Yes, yes, he's fucking me hard, oh it hurts, it's good, it's I...

Willow felt her eyes fill with burning tears as Oz's hips pounded into her flesh with bestial frenzy. Her words broke into sobs interspersed with high-pitched moans—each thrust wrenched a hoarse sound from her throat, a mixture of exquisite pain and **** surrender.

Oz's claws dug into her hips, barely scratching her, just enough to leave pinkish streaks across her pale skin.

- Sorry, Oz, I...

She stopped, seeing the tears streaming from the beast's eyes as he continued to fuck her mercilessly, unleashing his pent-up rage.

" Willow felt another jolt of pain as Oz's fangs grazed her collarbone, leaving a wet, warm mark without breaking through the skin. Her breath broke into a hoarse moan, her muscles twitching spasms under the bestial onslaught.

Willow felt her body convulse in orgasmic spasms as the monster ejaculated inside her, spilling his seed. The viscous heat spread like a scorching tide, each bestial pulse filling her until she felt suffocated. Her fingers tightened on the ropes, her knuckles creaking under the strain as a final, guttural scream ripped from her throat.

Willow felt Oz's burning semen spill inside her, each bestial pulse filling her to the point of nausea. Her thighs trembled, mottled with pink scratches, as the creature gasped against her neck—its fangs brushing against skin damp with sweat and tears.

Buffy slipped a hand between their bodies for a moment, her cruel fingers tracing the marks Oz had left before she brutally grabbed Willow's hair.