Crawl toward the biggest cock you can see — you want the thickest one first, knot and all.

5 Breedmore Lane, Maplewood Suburbs, at 12:37 AM on Saturday November 1, 2024

My eyes scan the circle of wolves — eight thick, knotted cocks jutting at eye level, flushed dark with blood, each one radiating heat I can feel against my face like standing too close to a bonfire. But there's one that makes my mouth go dry.

He's standing at the back of the semicircle — the biggest of all of them. Not just tall but massive, easily six-seven, with shoulders like a freight truck and arms thick as my thighs. His head is shaved clean, his jaw wide and square, his amber eyes watching me with a patience that feels more dangerous than Trent's eager grin. His cock hangs between his legs like a weapon — eleven inches of flushed, veined flesh, the shaft so thick my fingers wouldn't meet around it, and at the base, a swollen knot the size of my fist, already engorged and pulsing with his heartbeat.

I crawl toward him on hands and knees across the sticky carpet, my small breasts swaying beneath me, cum still dripping from my pussy and trailing behind me in thin white threads. The other wolves part, their cocks brushing against my shoulders, my cheeks, leaving hot streaks of pre-cum across my skin as I pass.

"Decker," Trent says with a low laugh. "She picked you first. Smart bunny."

Decker doesn't move. He just watches me approach, those amber eyes tracking my crawling body with the stillness of a predator who knows his prey is already caught. When I reach him, I kneel at his feet and look up — his cock is right there, inches from my face, and it's even bigger up close. The head is fat and blunt, pre-cum welling from the slit in thick, clear beads that roll down the shaft. The veins are prominent, mapping his length like rivers on a topographic chart. And that knot — God, that knot — it's swollen to the size of a grapefruit, the skin stretched tight and shiny, radiating heat.

"You want this?" Decker's voice is a bass rumble that I feel in my chest. His massive hand cups the back of my head, fingers threading through my purple hair, not pushing — just resting there, a promise of what he could do. "You sure, little rabbit? This isn't like the others tonight."

I wrap both hands around his shaft and I can't close my fingers. The girth is obscene — my fingertips don't even come close to meeting on the other side. The skin is furnace-hot, almost too warm to touch, and I can feel his pulse hammering through the engorged flesh. I lean forward and drag my tongue from the base of his knot to the tip, tasting salt and musk and something wild — like fresh blood and pine needles.

Decker groans. The sound is animal, deep in his chest, and his fingers tighten in my hair.

"Fuck," Fenris mutters from somewhere behind me. "She went straight for the biggest. This bunny's got a death wish."

I open my mouth as wide as it goes and take the head of Decker's cock between my lips. The stretch is immediate — my jaw aches, my cheeks bulge, and I've barely gotten past the glans. He's too thick for my throat, at least at first. I work my tongue against the underside, drooling copiously, using spit and pre-cum to slick the way as I push forward inch by devastating inch.

"That's it," Decker rumbles, his hand guiding my head with gentle but inexorable pressure. "Take your time, bunny. Get it wet. You're gonna need all the spit you can make."

The other wolves crowd closer. I feel hands on my body — someone's fingers sliding between my thighs from behind, pushing into my cum-filled pussy. Someone else's mouth on my shoulder blade, teeth grazing skin. Jax's voice in my ear: "Get him good and ready. Because after his throat, he's going to knot that tight little cunt of yours."

I push deeper, my throat protesting, my eyes watering, and Decker's cock hits the back of my mouth. The gag reflex triggers but I push through it — the ghost-cum sensitivity turning even the discomfort into something electric, something that makes my pussy clench around the fingers currently pumping in and out of me. I feel Decker's knot pressing against my chin, that massive bulge hot and swollen, and I know — with a certainty that makes my cunt gush — that this is going to destroy me.

And I want it more than I've ever wanted anything.