Beg him not to come inside you

You gasp with fear at the thought. You fear the risk of taking his sperm inside you. You shake your head and try to plead with the beast, “Please…Not inside me.” You’re panting from the increasing pace of his fucking. You can barely make comprehensible words, “I beg you…”

You know that your words are simply white noise to the werewolf. He has every intention of breeding you like one of his bitches.

You feel the wolf roughly grab your wrists from under you and pull them behind you. Your spine arches back while you knees remain planted on the ground. You’re suspended by your arms by the werewolf who holds them like reins. He plugs your sopping hole rapidly with his burning cock flesh, his pace rising higher and higher as he grows closer to coming.

You feel helpless being taken like this, but it makes you all the more thrilled. All you can do is simply wait to be filled by this creature’s seed. The excitement is quickly making you close in on your own orgasm.

The wolf growls loudly into the surrounding forest. You feel something begin to swell at the base of his cock, a lupine knot that threatens to lock you to his twitching prick. It grows and grows deep inside you as the werewolf pants and growls beneath his breath, the swelling flesh rocking against your g-spot. Your eyes roll upward and your toes curl. Your senses explode with a resounding release. The wail of ecstasy erupts from your hoarse throat into the dark night.

The beast finally pushes deep inside you and howls at the sky. His knot swells completely, ceasing his rapid thrusts and locking him to you. You are now doomed to your fate. Your cunt squeezes around the swollen shaft while it springs to life and bastes your insides with lycan spunk. You feel the strong heat of his cum line your womb, the boiling liquid reaching a depth his flesh could not. It makes your all the more conscious of the risk. Your heart sinks at the thought of it.

You try and wiggle away, but you can’t escape. You’re **** to take all of his searing seed as he comes more and more inside you. Barely any leaks out, the cork of the werewolf’s knot trapping everything inside.

His orgasm lasts for over a minute. Your afterglow has long since fated, yet he continues to stuff you with his cum to your dismay. While still feeling his prick pulsing inside you, the werewolf lets go of you and begins to stand up.

You almost fall forward, but you’re caught by a harsh tug at your pussy. Even with your weight, the werewolf’s swollen prick does not let go. You remain joined—connected to him at the pelvis. He begins to rise, forcing you to quickly get onto your feet to avoid the pain of his prick pulling at your tunnel.

The werewolf snarls. You fear what he plans to do now that he’s rutted with you.

“More,” the wolf roars. He takes one of his furred hands and roughly grabs your breast, pulling your back against his chest. You have to stand on the tips of your toes to remain comfortable with your continuing union.

He takes his other hand and lifts one of your legs in order to spread them apart, leaving you standing on a single foot. His hips begin to grow with a renewed rhythm. The knot shrinks, making it possible for him to thrust again, but it never fades completely. It simply grinds itself up and down your slickened tunnel, making you howl with even higher levels of pleasure.

Before long you’re being fucked again and screaming for more. Your body quakes with one orgasm after another thanks to the heavy bulge at the base of the wolf’s cock. Your body grows hotter and hotter with every orgasm, like a growing fever. Your skin drips with copious amounts of sweat and your vision swims.

The beast finally comes for a second time, greasing your core with more of his spunk and letting you feel his fully swollen knot again. You barely feel the heat of his sperm this time, your body feeling nearly as hot as the creature’s.

With your senses wrecked from the stimulation and your body temperature well above its norm, your mind slips in and out of consciousness for several minutes.

The last thing you remember is the wolf slipping free of your stuffed womanhood, his seed drooling forth from your sensitive quim like a waterfall. You fall to the ground, your breaths deep and your head hot and heavy. Through your hazy vision, you see the werewolf run off into the darkness of the forest.

You reach out, trying to tell him to wait, but he’s gone in mere seconds. You’re left in the dark forest, naked and feeling feverish.