She wakes

Her sigh of contentment emboldens you, your powerful arms gently lifting her up. You barely notice her weight, but your cock throbs painfully once again for release. For the first few steps, it looks like you've actually succeeded in invading her dreams, only to have your fur tickle her cheek as she settles against your chest. Her eyes open slightly and her breathing deepens, the fog of sleep not quite letting her understand what is going on.

"Uh...huh...? Mmmm...honey, your sweater is tick-" You know instantly when her brain recognizes the situation. Her eyes widen as they stare at your wolfen face, and a moment of paralysis is quickly followed by a bloodcurdling scream.

You are prepared for it, though, and you quickly press her face into your fur, muffling the noise and letting you readjust her position. Instead of a lover's embrace with her laying across your arms, she now struggles feebily in a bear hug, her face buried in wolf fur.

You wait a long minute for her to stop screaming. As she gasps for air in an attempt to resume her vain cries for help, you let a deep, menacing growl rumble through your body. You're in real pain, and you don't have time for her foolishness. With her head against your chest, the sound reverberated in her ears, and she froze.

"Much better" you say as you rub her hair softly. "I really don't want to hurt you, Susan. That's not at all why I'm here." You can feel her heart racing still, her breath ragged as she tries not to panic. "You remember that dream you were having? You seemed to like me then." A small gasp escaped her lips as she put the wonderfully arousing dream, the wetness between her legs, and your appearance together. "I was drawn to you. I'm here to fulfill those desires. I've been bewitched by your beauty since I first laid eyes on you. No fate could be more cruel than for you to be left aside." The words you say are real, even if they are enhanced by lust. Her own confusion at the dichotomy of animalistic and romantic elements helps ease her anxiety a little, if only because of her distraction.

You feel her body squirming against yours, and you lower her down. She gasps when she feels your cock between her legs, the engorged flesh sticking straight out of your body with the head a good 10 inches past her behind. "I refuse to let you go to waste. I will take you as my mate. You'll never want of love again, whether from me, your fellow wives, or our many children." Your words snap her our of her reviere, and she begins to struggle again. You hear a muffled "No!" as she tries for several more seconds to get free.

To make your point, you release her with one arm, letting her weight settle on your cock, and hold her to you with only the hand on her head. Her flailing against you does nothing at all, and her movement only serves to rub her pussy up and down your cock, brushing against her clit every so often. When she realizes you're not even trying, she begins sobbing softly for a while and then goes limp, as if accepting her fate.

You pick her up in your arms, holding her tenderly as you gaze into her eyes. "It's not as bad as you think. I wouldn't dream of anything but the best for my mates. It's going to hurt until you get used to me, but it shouldn't be long." As you set her back down on the couch, encouraging her to stay on her hands and knees, she no longer fights you. Whether she's accepted the situation or is trying to believe it's some kind of nightmare, you're not sure.

Pulling off her nightgown, bra, and panties, you admire her naked glory for a moment before grabbing her hip in one hand and your cock in another, guiding it to her lower lips. She gasps and grits her teeth when she feels you come in contact, but a few rubs up and down her slit have her soaked in her own juices and the copious amounts of pre-cum leaking form the head. You press firmly into her, her tightness revealing the length of time since she'd last had a man, and get a few inches in after the first minute.

You stroke her firm ass reassuringly. "Try and enjoy it. If you relax, it'll feel better." She doesn't look at you, but pants slightly. "I-I can't...you're to...to big... Oh, why am I so hot...?" "You're in heat, love. Your body is ready to accept my seed." You grin as you feel her pussy spasm a little as you say this. Susan moans in frustration at her body's betrayal. "Then just do it. Fuck me. You're going to anyway, right?" You nod, thrusting again into her. She squeals before she can stifle it, and you know she's yours regardless of what she says. Three more thrusts later, and you hit her cervix. The moment you contact the sensitive barrier to her womb, she convulses. "Oooooooh, noooooooooo!" she wails, the pleasure she'd been trying to deny overcoming her.

Her arms fail her, her ass high in the air as her head lays on the couch. She pants hard in shame and excitement, and glances back at you. "D-damn you...and your cock...for making me cum like that...!" she says between gasps. "Tell me what you want." She turns an even deeper shade of red at your words. She mulls then over, but you know she can no longer fight it. "I-I...I need you. Please, give it to me..." "Give you what? What do you need from me?" Her eyes flash with anger and lust, and it seems to break the last of her restraint. "I need you to fuck me! Give me your hard cock! Pound it into me, make me cum forever! Dammit, you glorious, huge dicked ****, fuck me silly!"

Without further ado, you begin thrusting into her at lightning speed. She cums almost immediately as you do, your cock battering her inner wall mercilessly as you unlock her long buried lust and love of rough sex. "Oh, yes! It hurts so good!" she screams, your frantic thrusts finally opening the inner barrier and allowing you final passage into her most inner sanctum. How you held on for so long is beyond you, but this is the final straw. The moment you pass her cervix, your load erupts full ****. Your howl precedes you leaning down to grip her neck tightly, drawing a little blood as you instinctually ensure she won't escape. Gout after sperm-filled gout douses every crevice of her womb, quickly filling it to the brim. Unable to fit past your cock's plug, the cum has nowhere to go, and begins expanding her belly at an alarming rate.

"What's happening to meeeeeeee~?!" Susan screams in orgasm and fear as your cum bloats her belly. One hand goes to feel what is happening, the other reaches back to fondle your balls and encourage them to spurt more. "Yes, wolfie, cum in me! Oh, I missed this so much! I'm addicted to your cock now!" You had no idea she was a born nymphomaniac. With a dynamite body like this one, it's no wonder she had avoided dating again. She might have been tempted by the wrong man if he knew what he was doing.

By the time her belly hit 8 months, you finally stopped cumming. The load you had saved was huge after all that foreplay, but, like before, you weren't even close to satisfied. Susan looked up at you, unbelieving at what had just happened, and groaned at the weight and expansion you had **** on her. "Ugh...so full...y-you'd better take responsibility for what you've done to me... I'm ruined forever to anyone else..."

You look down at your saliva mixing with the blood on her neck, and wonder what it is she'll turn into.