Give up and cum inside her

“If I’m going to die, it might as well be in the midst of an orgasm,” thinks Duncan, resignedly. Trying his best to set aside fears, doubts, and worries, he focuses his attention on Banntrach’s beautiful seductive eyes and gives his body over to the instense pleasure of sex. He savors the friction of his cock inside her, and delights in the way her fingers continue to play with his balls as she bounces relentlessly on his hard shaft.

Thick semen erupts from his cock even before the wave of the climax makes its way to Duncan’s brain. It is a good thing Banntrach wants children, because there is no doubt in Duncan’s mind that this load would surely have resulted in the impregnation of whomever received it.

“Yessss....” hisses Banntrach, massaging his cock with her cunt. “Give it all to me!”

Duncan obliges — as he had any other choice! His cock pulses and spurts repeated streams of semen, and the intensity of the orgasm causes him to cry out loudly.

“Holy fuck!” he thinks to himself. “I don’t think I’ve ever been that loud before!” He had to hand it to Banntrach, she sure knows how to screw. She may kill her lovers afterwards, but at least she leaves them satisfied.

Banntrach moans with a satisfied smile. “Much better. My next brood will be fine and strong because of you. What a pity you won’t be here to see them.” She parts her lips and bares her sharp teeth. “I’ll be sure to bury your bones after I have finished your flesh. I think I know what to put on your gravestone: ‘His Royal Highness Duncan — He Came and Went’.” She laughs at her joke, and Duncan braces himself for what is to come next.

Except what came next was not what he expected.

In a sudden flurry of fur and limbs, Banntrach is pushed off Duncan’s naked, spent body. He lies there, looking up at the sky, unable to move while Banntrach’s command over his body slowly ebbs. As he lays there, he hears a cacophony of growls, snarling, rips and cursing. At last, Duncan has the **** of mind and body to roll on his side, and he sees three wolves engaging Banntrach in mortal combat.

Banntrach’s teeth are bared — as is her entire body. Even while fighting for her life, she commands a weirdly-sexy presence with her ample breasts encircled by six arms.

Banntrach turns her attention toward the wolf nearest her to fend it off. Another takes that opportunity to leap onto her back, and with a strong, surgical snap of the jaws, clamps down on the widow’s neck. Duncan hears the horrible cracking sound of broken bone, and Banntrach immediately drops to the ground, like a puppet cut from its strings.

The wolves circle around Banntrach, sniffing. The fur on their backs stands up, and their ears are forward and alert.

Duncan stretches his arms and legs, testing his command over them. His mind is still somewhat groggy, but he can make a run for it if necessary.