Yes, yes he does...

With a triumphant growl, the werewolf slides his thick member into your moistening pussy. Your fingers clutch at the blades of grass, and you hiss in pain. He was big, too big for your virginal cunt. He stretched out your inner walls better than your fingers did on lonely nights, and you gasped when his heavy ball sack made contact with the back of your thighs.

After his slow descent inside of you, the werewolf began picking up speed, thrusting his member in and out, occasionally emitting powerful grunts that shook the whole of your being. You gasp and moan, writhing in his grip as he takes you.

It wasn’t long before you were bucking your hips back, matching his rhythm in **** frenzy. Fluids ran down your thighs, tickling your soft skin even as you withstood his heavy thrusts and sharp grip. The smell of sex pervaded your nostrils despite being stuffed face first in the dirt as you raised your ass into him. The noises you uttered couldn’t be mistaken for anything other than a bitch in heat as you were claimed.

Your partner, if you could call him that, increased the tempo, and your ecstasy increased in turn. You are both grunting and moaning in rising crescendo, and you feel his member begin to swell at your wet entrance.

This is it, you think, the exact moment your life as you know it ends. Fucked by a werewolf in the woods and bred before you even realized fully what was happening.

The werewolf’s thrusts slow but increase in strength as he holds you taut against him, prepared to **** his knot into you as you take his seed.