You open your eyes

Your eyes open slowly, only to quickly grow wide as you see the werewolf standing over you.

You are frozen in fear as the black furred beast looms over your form; he is growling at you, his teeth snarled in your direction. Spittle drips from his furry chin. The hot breath from his lungs pushes out his nostrils and from between his teeth like plumes of smoke.

Despite quaking from terror you remember the knife strapped to your hip. You pull it out with shaking hands and aim towards the monster. “S-stay back!” you shout at him.

“Woman,” the beast snarls in an echoing voice, much deeper now than what it was when he was a man.

Your eyes catch the lower half of the wolf creature. A fleshy, crimson cock pushes its way out of the creature’s furry sheath. Blood rushes to the organ, bloating it and forcing it to points upward toward the heavens. You gasp as the monstrous prick shows itself to you. It pulses with the creature’s heartbeat, pushing copious amounts of pre-cum out the pointy tip with each twitch, coating the underside with a wet trails.

The werewolf steps forward. You wave the knife at him. “Don’t come near me!” you say as you shut your eyes tightly again.

“Mate…now!” the beast snarls. You suddenly feel a slap across your hand, forcing the knife to soar off into the darkness of the forest. Your eyes fly open and you realize that the wolf is now face to face with you. You smell his heavy musk—the strong scent of a man intensified tenfold. It seems to whisk away the fear, rapidly replacing it with a strange sense of attraction.

The wolf’s human-like hands reach for your clothes and tear them apart with sharp claws. Your eyes grow wide as you realize his intentions. You scream out and try to fight the wolf off with your arms, but whether you hit or scratch at him does little. The werewolf simply does as he wants, roughly spreading your legs and bringing his drooling snout to your innocent petals.

“Stop this!” you try and convince the lycan, but you know it’s futile. You desperately push at his head with your hand, trying to push him away. Your protests and cries of fear, however, are suddenly replaced by a deep gasp when you feel his hot tongue run across your slit. The feeling of him lapping at your sensitive button has you quickly falling backward onto the ground with a moan. The hand that tried so frantically to push him away no grips at the matted fur with lust.

“Woman,” he growls as he grows more intense with his ministration. You can’t help but react to the feeling of being dominated like this. You feel yourself climbing towards your peak. You try to hold back, not wanting to submit to such a beast, but you can’t hold out. You yelp out in release as all your muscles seize in a shockwave of pleasure.

By the time your orgasm subsides, you notice the beast is draped over you. His palms press against both your wrists to hold your arms against the ground. His rough fur lightly rubs against your body while his yellow eyes stare into yours. You sense his strong masculine scent again as he hovers over you. The strange smell combined with your recent orgasm makes you feel wanting—receptive. Your eyes dart to his red manhood which rubs against the inside of your thigh, making you tingle.

You shake your head. You try and raise your arms to push him away, but they hardly muster any strength as he firmly keeps them in place.

“Mate,” he snarls. “Woman.” You feel his voice bring a shutter of need up your spine. He positions himself between your legs without much resistance.

“No…” you moan as he shifts his hips to align himself. You feel his hardened, lupine prick graze down your leg as it moves towards its target. The pointy head pokes at your entrance, making you grit your teeth and shut your eyes. He lightly probes your opening, feeling to make sure he has found the right hole.