You let him make you a woman

You say nothing to protest. You feel the man begin to slowly push into you, spreading your virgin depth with his girth. You cry out in discomfort, feeling your hymen stretched and torn by the invasion, but the pain quickly fades. By the time he completely fills you with his length, all you feel is the pleasurable sensation of his hot hardness spreading warmth and making you feel full inside. He lightly twitches inside you, making you sigh with bliss, but you know full well that he’s just getting started.

The man begins to pull out and slide back in. His strokes are gentle—slow. The fat glans of his penis pulls and tugs your inner flesh, shooting pleasure up your spine. You throw your head back and announce to the heavens your pleasure with an echoing moan. Your tunnel coils around him, gripping him tight as if afraid he’ll pull out any second.

“I need you,” the nameless man says under his breath. He begins to pick up pace, now striking into you as deep as he can go, his body smacking lovingly against yours. His swinging testes bounce against the spot that matters most to you, pushing your pleasure higher and higher.

You groan from the arousal of him taking you like this. It reminds you of a saucy book you read once behind your land lady’s back where a maiden was in a situation just like you are now. You never imaged you would recreate such a tale. You remember the word the book used to describe what you’re experiencing now: animalistic. The word rings in your head, making you all the more excited. It feels just like that, like two horny animals going at it without caring about anything else.

As he thrusts into you from behind, like a stallion taking his mare, you begin to feel yourself rise to your peak. The wilderness around you lights up in sync with your passion, the moon coming free of its cloudy confines.

You feel the man grip tighter around your waist and speed up. “Woman…” you hear him say in a low tone. “Need woman…” his voice seems to deepen. However, you ignore it. You’re too focused on your own pleasure. You climb and climb, until you explode in an even stronger orgasm. You scream into the forest, drowning out the grunting of the man behind you. You shake uncontrollably as you gasp for air. Your inner muscles grip the pole inside you, **** to milk it.

Your sensitive cunt feels him growing bigger—longer—inside you, as if his very shape is changing. You wonder if he’s on the verge of coming, but unknown to you, he is on the verge of something else.

“Mate… mate woman,” a deep voice seems to roar behind you. You glance over your shoulder, your eyes are barely able to focus on the dark outline of the man in your state of afterglow. However as you focus on his shape, you quickly realize it’s no longer the handsome man you met taking you from behind. In his place now stands a tall, upright wolf with black fur and yellow eyes. Your eyes grow wide in fear as the black furred beast looms over your form; he is growling at you, his teeth snarled in your direction. Spittle drips from his furry chin. The hot breath from his lungs pushes out his nostrils and from between his teeth like plumes of smoke.

He continues to fuck you despite your shock. Clawed hands dig into your hips as fur slaps against your ass. You feel his cock inside you, feeling bigger than it was. Focusing on his new shape causes an unexpected moan to escape your lips. You drop your head forward from the feeling. Opening your eyes, you see between your legs. Your eyes catch a bit of the angry red wolf prick piercing into you, thick blue veins covering its clearly lupine shape.

You gasp not only at the sight of a beast cock rutting into you, but the new and wonderful sensation his transformed penis gives you. You try to pull away, but his grip, stronger than ever, keeps the mating going. The pleasure is still intense—more intense even. Despite your horror, you can’t deny that he feels better than he did when he was human in form.

You feel dizzy with overwhelming sensation as his wolf meat fills you out completely with each push, his fuzzy sheath and swinging sack tickling your drenches labia and your swollen clitoris. You can no longer make yourself pull away, even with such a terrifying beast claiming you.

With each push he grinds his hips in circular motions, making you go wild. He is a beast now, but there are signs of humanity in the way he subconsciously aims to please you and not just himself.

“So good,” you cry as you swing back and forth from the **** of being taken from behind. The muffled slapping of your ass against his fur is nothing compared to the loud slurping your sexes make.

You look over your shoulder at the creature taking you. His eyes are full of dominance. He pants from his drooling maw, his spittle flinging across your back. He leans forward, draping his furry chest over your back and leaning his muzzle against the side of your face. His pace increases, becoming more what you would expect from such an animal.

“Soon” he roars into your ear.