Try to sneak past

You decide to sneak past. You're not sure how occupied she is with masturbating, but you're confident you should at least be able to get a head start if she notices you. As it is, the only exit is on the other side and not only is this half woman half wolf between it and you, but she's facing the exit as well. You just have to bet on her being completely distracted.

So you start walking as quietly as you can to the side of the room, making sure not to disturb the various spots of broken glass that are here and there on the floor. As you inch slowly up the side towards the exit, keeping an eye on anything that would cause noise, you also keep an eye on the woman.

Her breaths are heavy and her huge breasts are heaving. As her fingers increase in speed plunging into her vagina, the resulting fluid splatters more and more. It seems she's going to reach a peak soon. Her moans grow and grow, and they cause you to begin getting a hard on.

You're almost to the exit, literally a few steps away and you haven't aroused her attention... so whats wrong with watching her finish? You could be out of there before she noticed you watching, after all she hasn't yet. And watching her masturbate is becoming really hot to watch, especially as the heavy and **** moans flood your ears, an invite of self destruction for you to partake in her forbidden flesh.

You imagine her noticing you, getting up only to smother your lap with her ass, grinding your penis and making it regret being trapped beneath the prison of cloth that is your underwear and pants. It really is starting to strain against them in reality, and your hand starts to drift towards your pants but...

She screeches in a almost unintelligible deep voice "It's not enough," as her head flails up. "More!" She continues to screech, but even this kind of voice is arousing you. But the screeching nature of her wails brings your wandering mind back to reality. You should get out of here before she begins searching for 'more.' Alas, you do not spot the bottle below and in your attempt of a hasty exit, your foot lands upon the bottle in the back step and your entire balance is suddenly lost.

The bottle is sent into one of the various operating tables that fill the destroyed room and you land on your back with a heavy thud, the noises combined making a cacophony. Dazed for a moment, you can only watch as the werewolf turns and her eyes lock in onto you, burning with raging lust. You can't quite get your arms up to push your body off the ground and you seem to be somewhat short of breath, but your erection is lively and anticipating the werewolf approaching you so slowly, salivating from just seeing you. You suffer from the agony; though, whether the agony is from you not wanting to commune with her seductive flesh or from her slow approach... ready for her to just take you already!

By the time you can manage to get up onto your own feet by way of operating table, she's an overwhelming presence. You have a moment, just a mere moment... and you waste it, realizing a very vocal part of you wants to let her have her way. So, she grabs you tight, holding onto your shoulders with such **** it overrides your stance, almost down into a crouch. Her maw opens close to your face, drool dripping like honey onto it, and rolling out is a large, thick tongue that's sure to ravage your mouth. It's rather frightening to see this beautiful visage plunging towards you, ready for what promises to be intimate contact.

Her mouth finally consumes yours. There isn't a chance to battle for dominance in the dirty make out. Being **** to suck on her tongue makes you realize that her saliva wasn't just viscous like honey, but tasted like it too. A part of your brain that still makes sense screams at you to resist. You genuinely try to push her off as hard as you can, but there's no chance for you. She's just too strong, and enormous compared to your thinner frame. Trying to concentrate on pushing with her tongue constantly assaulting your head is also quite the challenge.

It leaves you stunned for a moment, trying to get your breath back when her tongue and mouth leave yours. You cheer inside to yourself, thinking you finally managed to push her away! Alas, she is merely gathering her breath and not enough for you to escape before she lunges back down one final time.

The kiss becomes too much, her warmth and skin on yours combine into an agonizing ensemble of pleasure. You both fall onto the floor, and her weight presses fully into you now. It takes a few moments of clarity to realize what's about to occur. All you can do is moan before the shattering feeling of an orgasm hits you like a shock up your spine, and with your lips connected to hers in a miserable tryst, the feeling overflows and you feel yourself fall ****.

Now realizing you're both on the floor, she raises her head from yours almost languidly, inspecting her work being your mouth razed and your face glazed. An amorous breath escapes, as she considers the mess in your pants. She smiles as she feels your head nuzzle into her breasts the best you can under her like that, your eyes glossed over having lost the sense of what you came here for. But it doesn't matter now, all that does is the woman beast of overwhelming pleasure in front of you...