Scream and beg him not to cum inside as you feel him about to erupt.

Marco's House (First House), Breedmore Lane, at 8:52 PM on Friday October 31, 2024.

"No — please, please don't cum inside me!" I scream, my voice cracking, tears streaming down my temples into my hair. My wrists twist uselessly in his grip, pinned above my head by one massive clawed hand. "You have to pull out — you have to — I can't — I'm not on anything —"

Marco's response is a guttural laugh that shakes his entire furred body. His hips grind forward, the knot swelling even larger inside me, pressing against walls so sensitive that every micro-movement sends lightning through my nervous system.

"Pull out?" he snarls, his elongated snout brushing my ear, hot breath washing over my neck. "I'm knotted inside you, you stupid little virgin. I couldn't pull out if I wanted to. And I don't. Want. To."

Each word is punctuated by a grinding thrust that makes my eyes roll back. His cock throbs inside me — I can feel it expanding, the veins bulging against my overstretched walls, the head pressed flush against my cervix. There's a heat building at the tip, a pressure, and I know with absolute certainty what's about to happen.

"Please —" I sob, my pussy clenching involuntarily around his shaft, milking him, my body begging for exactly what my mouth is refusing. "I'm begging you —"

"Beg harder," Marco growls, and his free hand grabs my hip, yanking me flush against him. "Beg me to breed this fertile little womb. Tell me you want my pups."

His cock pulses — a massive, throbbing contraction that I feel from my cervix to my clit — and then he's cumming.

The first rope of cum hits my cervix like a firehose. It's hot — supernaturally hot, searing, thick as cream — and it sprays directly into my womb in a pressurized jet that makes my belly lurch. I shriek, my back arching off the couch, as pulse after pulse of molten wolf seed floods my insides. There's so much of it — impossibly much — each throb of his cock dumping another heavy load directly against my unprotected cervix, filling my womb until I can feel it expanding, my lower belly swelling slightly with the sheer volume.

"Take it," Marco howls, his claws digging into my hip hard enough to draw pinpricks of blood. "Take every fucking drop — nngh — breeding this tight virgin hole — pumping you full —"

His orgasm triggers mine. The knot grinds against my G-spot and the pressure of his cum filling my womb sends me over the edge into an orgasm so violent my vision goes completely white. My pussy clamps down around his shaft in rhythmic, crushing spasms — milking him, pulling his cum deeper — and I'm screaming, sobbing, cumming harder than I knew was possible. My thighs shake uncontrollably, my toes curl, and I can feel my own juices squirting around the seal of his knot, mixing with the overflow that has nowhere to go.

"That's it — milk my cock — squeeze all that cum into your womb —" Marco's voice is wrecked, animal, his hips still jerking in tiny thrusts as his balls empty themselves completely into me. I can feel each spurt — thick, hot, seemingly endless — painting my insides white.

When it finally stops, we're both trembling. His knot is still locked inside me, still swollen, trapping every drop of his supernatural seed deep in my womb. My belly feels full — heavy — warm. I can feel his cum sloshing inside me, sealed in by the knot, with absolutely nowhere to go but deeper.

Marco's breathing slowly steadies. The fur on his chest begins to recede slightly, his face shifting back toward human. His amber eyes find mine — still glowing, but softer now, almost tender.

"Good girl," he murmurs, his voice rough but gentle. "You took all of it. Every drop." His clawed hand releases my wrists and strokes my sweat-damp hair. "We're going to be locked together for a little while, sweetheart. Just breathe. You did so well."