Down your throat

The werewolf ruts against your swinging head in a feral furor, furry hips smothering your face, while the throbbing length of knotted wood in your mouth pounds against the back of your throat. His slobbering tongue between your tangled legs elicits moans curtailed by gagging as you feel it dig in deeper beneath his hot, moist muzzle.

You're rapidly growing dizzier with the combination of a bouncing head, hanging by your knees, and the overpowering musky heat in what breaths you manage through your nose. His dogged determination culminates in the fastening of his beastly grip on your upturned body, and hard were-cock erupting down your throat. Despite the challenging gravity, you're able to gulp down the flood of hot cum, tongue working against his thick shaft.

As you focus on swallowing, you feel that shaft begin to expand against your lips, filling your mouth tight as his werewolf anatomy kicks in. A shuddering moan escapes around his knot as one vigorous lick of his huge tongue sends you over the edge, eyes rolling back in your upside-down head. Your limbs tense in their ties, the shockwave of pleasure rippling down the lines. You hang there, panting and sucking down the cum sealed in your mouth, feeling each throb in the hard were-cock against your tongue, as the werewolf leans on your tangled form for a respite.

Suddenly he lets out a piercing howl, one last spurt of semen shooting down your throat. You're left making a wet mewl as you swallow again, the dizziness turning to fullness and weariness, and soon give in to your exhaustion. Eventually you awaken in your own bed, the memories of Halloween night akin to a wild dream. You feel like it had to be one, until a distant howl outside sends a shiver down your throat.