Hunter considers some options.

Danika slumped forward onto the bed, whimpering incoherently, her teen body trembling with the aftershocks of orgasm. Hunter held himself deep in her cunt, draining himself into her helpless body, growling softly with satisfaction. When he pulled out of her she gave a low moan as though protesting the loss of his impaling meat and wriggled slowly, his cream oozing out of her battered pussy. Her eyes were closed, her soft lips parted as she breathed deeply, obviously fucked into near unconsciousness.

Hunter grinned at the sight of the ravished teen, savouring the memories of fucking both mother and daughter in the same night. At the thought, his cock started to swell again, his powers of recuperation never ceasing to impress him. If there was one definite advantage of being a werewolf, this was certainly it, he thought as his eyes roamed over the recumbent teen.

He could certainly take her again, he thought. Or give her mother another taste of cock. Or go home and wake his bitches with another round of fucking. He felt immensely powerful, and without any sense of weariness. It almost seemed that the more he fucked the stronger he got, or perhaps his strength was increased at night. He made a mental note to examine the information that Dunnigan left him more thoroughly, but his attention was caught by a soft murmur from Danika, still nearly comatose and sprawled on the bed. He gave a soft growl as his cock thickened.