Fighting the monster

Aeriella was not a petite girl, but the werewolf bounced her up and down effortlessly, each time he lifted her high enough to be able to withdraw almost his entire penis, then he rapidly pushed her down until his knot touched her vaginal lips. Every such motion made the sorceress moan loudly in ecstasy, she was a natural screamer and currently was not holding back in the least. The insane stretching of her love hole by the monstrous canine penis was not something one experienced every day, despite the monotony of the sex Aeriella enjoy the rough animalistic approach of the werewolf; this was not love, it was pure rough fucking.

The sorceress enjoyed the sex, but also was aware that the lycanthrope was an issue to deal with and pleasure was just a by-product. She had expected that her own orgasm and the clench of vaginal muscles it evoked would cause the werewolf to ejaculate, for that reason she did hold back the climax.

After twenty minutes of fierce pounding the elf passed over the edge, Aeriella cried out even louder than in the beginning and definitely much longer. She gripped her hands tighter around the werewolf’s neck and grasped the fur on its back with her fingers. The elf clenched her vaginal muscles even tighter around the canine penis, this involuntary action produced expected result - the lycanthrope orgasmed as well.

Aeriella’s plan was simple, but she forgot about one detail - the knot on the werewolf’s canine penis. Once the creature reached the climax, he pushed the knot, which was by then already fifteen centimetres thick, into the elf’s vagina. The sorceress’ cry got even louder and higher as her love hole was stretched to its absolute limits. It was painful, yes, but also strangely pleasurable, no man could deliver such sensation and not many women could endure it; the werewolf howled as he reached his own climax.

Once the knot got in, it would not be getting out until it deflated and that would take time; all the while the werewolf was ejaculating his seed into the elf’s womb. All Aeriella could do was to hold on to the lycantrophe with her arms and legs, and rest her head on his broad shoulders. Despite the earlier wild animalistic sex and the current insane stretching the scene felt strangely romantic. The werewolf, once it had vented its sexual fury, calmed down significantly and was holding the sorceress in his strong arms almost lovingly.