Fur…

My eyes widened, “what…” I couldn’t make sense of what I was seeing. Below me, just at the base of the shaft stuck so far into me, was a patch of white fur. And below that, two, large feet like a man’s feet, but larger, covered in white fur, and tipped with huge claws.

“What’s going on!?” a bit of fear came through in my voice.

“This is where you belong, my bitch,” Johan’s voice was a soft growl, not cruel, not harsh, but hard and absolute. The words hit me like a hammer and I felt my mind recoil away from them.

“I—” I cried out as I felt huge hands gripp my ass and lift me. His shaft slid out of my body and I came hard as he spun me around on the tip. My eyes closed tight in orgasm as my back arched against the pleasant sensation.

They opened again as he held me there, barely inside me once more, facing me. The sight that greeted me shocked me. Instead of Johan, I found myself staring into the yellow eyes of a monster. His head was long, ending in a snout and teeth, a wolf’s head, complete with long white fur, furry ears, and a long, rough, familiar tongue that lapped out and brushed hard over my nipples in one, long stroke.

This was the enemy, the wolf, or… wolf man… of some kind. An abomination of Fenrir’s making, that which my whole order stood against, had fought against, for centuries. And his long, lupine cock, was buried in my asshole.

I opened my moth to scream, but only a long moan escaped instead as he pulled me back down, sheathing himself in me completely. I came again from the movement, arching my back and crying out in pleasure despite myself.

Up, down, up, down, he pumped me like a rag doll on his length and as he did, he spoke.

“This is where you belong,” the wolf-man said, “where you all belong, where you want to be, fulfilling your purpose as my bitch, loved by me,” up and down, “protected by me,” up, down, up, down, “filled with my meat!” down, hard….

I cried out again, another orgasm rippling through my abused flesh, filling me with pleasure even as tears rolled down my cheeks. He stopped, and I tried to catch my breath. The tears wouldn’t stop.

I couldn’t stop crying. Not because of the pain, now a distant memory, replaced by pure ecstasy.

I cried not because of the hideous monster before me.

Not because I’d impaled myself on his flesh, betrayed my Goddess, given myself over to my lust.

No.

I cried… because deep down, a little voice whispered to me… that he was right.

I felt large, furry hands wipe away my tears and I opened my eyes.

“There there,” he growled softly, the noise rumbling through his chest and causing his cock to tremble pleasurably in my depths as he held me down. “Give in,” his tongue danced over my cheeks, “give yourself to me, to you, to what you truly are, what you truly desire.”

I stared into those deep, yellow eyes and slowly, very slowly, I pulled myself upwards, straining against the manacles as his cock slid out of me. Then, as the tip threatened to come loose, I let go, dropping my full body weight back onto his cock, driving it into me.

“Again,” he encouraged, “cum for me, Lilly,” I pulled myself up and fell again, closer, “my first bitch,” up, “mother of my pups,” down, closer, much closer, “my love, my own,” up, down. Impossibly his cock seemed to hit even deeper parts of me as I jacked him off with my ass. “My mate,” up, down… I came hard, crying out, sobbing, moaning, screaming in release…