The True Alpha

This story contains a human man fucking his wife, a werewolf of some 50 years of age physically throwing them both once, and then fucking her in front of him, cucking him. The werewolf also talks, he's not a wolf.

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In the end it turned out that not only are Werewolves real, but they are ripped.

Shredded abs down to Vs, jacked arms with popping veins, thighs that could crush a Vampire's head.

Not to mention their attitudes of Alpha male testosterone fighting other Werewolves for the right to breed their captured human women. Fucking their seed into the thickest juiciest women to bear their children while they fucked all the other Werewolves' captured girls to mark their cum inside the newly conquered territory of their weak-willed human wombs.

And of course, the big, heavy, drooping knotted cocks. The thick, round juicy balls full of werewolf seed, sweet as nectar and thick as glue.

One thing I didn't know however, was that they are so backed up and virile, such is their natural lust and need to breed, that their cum is physically incapable of being retained in their big wolf knotted balls.

Much like with a human woman's permanently slight wetness, it is healthy for a Werewolf to be found having a slim dangle of pre-cum hanging from the bulbous pointed tip of their big, girthy, vascular knots.

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I was one of the many men still fighting for some appearance of manhood with a loving wife and little cabin out of the way when I heard about the town over succumbing to the attack. After I heard about it... well, I didn't know how to cope.

So I did what any panicked husband would do.

I, scared shitless, hid the truth from my wife-

And started furiously jacking off to Werewolf-on-female porn parchments until I came oozingly pleasurable hot spurts of disappointingly thin, watery human cum into my rags.

All this, because as much as I tried, once the thought popped into my head, I couldn't hold back my true feelings.

They looked hot.

They looked like true Alphas.

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When it first happened, I was collecting firewood for the night as usual, with the full moon little more than an omen.

My darling wife Larissa was a natural rose, a beauty the likes of which you could never tarnish no matter how much you told her its truth.

Her lips, plump, but finely edged bright and naturally colorful pink lips which curled in the middle and thinned to brushstrokes at the end, but all the way with the rounded softness had a constant sexuality to them, one last curve her body needed to make you cum.

To be crass about her beauty- was to speak of her body at all. Which I rarely did aloud to anyone but her. But... well:

Her tits were full and spilling over any dress she wore, causing her to get many glances and whispers about her whenever she worked the tavern in town. Her ample butt shaped anything she wore to the point of tantalisation, but to ask her would be for her lovely round cheeks to go bright pink in shame and for her to look nervous about the attention.

I loved that about her though. I felt as though she needed to be told she was beautiful every day. Partially due to my wanting to, but partially? Because I was afraid.

I was afraid if I ever did wrong, she'd be taken by another and I would be cast aside for a bigger, stronger, more dominant man who had less than her best intentions in his mind.

I was heaving the wood into the hearth's fire when I smelt her perfume, sweet and light, and looked up to see her wearing some deliberately tantalising 'lingerie' that she must have recently bought.

She looked impeccably sexworthy.

Her lips were done up with light pink to gloss them just a little, her clothes fit her form to skin, tight around her curves to press into them and show off how juicy and in shape they truly were from all her walking to town and back as well as former adventuring years, only with the added enticement of the more recent juiciness in the form of a little fat over everything, causing the lingerie's press into her hips to leave a little curving out.

Her breasts did the same, only slightly too big for the cups holding underneath more than anything, covering just over where I knew her big wonderfully sexy nipples to be, the soft nipples surrounded by the large but faint pink oval areolas that I loved so much, only slightly slanted on her breasts but in the most voluptuous way.

Her breasts had the same fat spilling out over the tops of her pale blue cups and either sides of them, cleavage pressed into each breast to make them look younger and make me want to stroke my penis right off and cum all over them.

Her legs had pale blue stockings, like she'd been caught in nets so that I could see her pink-painted toenails and essentially all her legs caught in them, her thick thighs and feminine feet somehow entirely in view.

And one of these 'garter belts', affixed above her hips to her waist, accentuating her waist's slimness compared to her hips and bottom, her butt showing from under her pantie-clothed pussy and the real curve of her hips entirely bare for the garter and panty line to hike up to above and perfectly fit around her navel.

She smiled little apples and dimples appeared, her straight cheekbones that were more often hidden behind healthy cheeks were more accented by the light and shadow, making her look more like a wooden town manakin that had been carved than the apple cheeked she often was.

"Hello there, darling." She cooed, a lower, more vixenlike tone to her voice signalling chills up my spine. "Do you like what I'm wearing?" She asked with a toyed innocence, as she slid her thumb behind her shoulder strap and gently turned it to fall onto the side of her arm, her shoulder now bare as she did so with the other side slowly.

This all felt like the beginning of a stripping tease, but after they were both bare she smiled to me again from them and her eyes crinkled. "I've been waiting all evening for you."

She pouted, a little playful sadness in her eyes as she stared into mine. "But you were not there! Oh gosh! The hours I've waited bearing this heat inside of me, with no man by my side. 'Will ever he come back?' I thought. Will ever he... touch me?" Her fingers slide down the front of the blue lingerie, snaking to her thinly-covered almost bare pussy to rub gently under, between her legs as she moaned softly. Her lips parted and she eyed me, down to my form and up to my face again, studying it.

"Whatever have I done..." She moaned between words and had to take breaks as she spoke, eyes shutting as she rubbed and her ankle turning her foot inwards as she clearly grew intensely aroused. "To- to displease him? Ah- I thought!" She shut her eyes and her hips bucked, before she shook her locks and some fell over her eye to cover it and slink over her cheek, causing her next smile be smirk. "MMMmmmm- f- f- f- 'Flip-!' I thought... 'Whatever shall I DO without my MAN to FUCK me- AH-!'" She teased before I finally managed to rise from the dream to my knees and walk to her. She began to climax, showing me that she'd been edging herself the whole time I was away without me knowing.

I slipped my arms around hers as she came, feeling her quiver for the affirming, before she gripped my chest and shivered in climax. She glanced up to me in her sexy eye, biting her lip and looking down to my chest, her nails gripping. "Please... don't leave me again?"

I shook my head. "Not now, darling. I'm with you now."

I slid my hands further to her back and down, feeling the sexy curves of her muscles and slight fat that made me hard, reaching her dimples and then asscheeks as I gripped the fat and groaned in masculinity. I moved with her for her to turn, still holding onto her behind as she walked me to the bedroom and giggled, turning to press a foot into my stomach and then glare at me, pouting before I was to go close with my ass grip.

I went with her to the bed, around her and causing her leg to go up as she spread her legs, her stocking straps still clinging to her thighs and into the fat to press like in pillow, to curve it around the pressing like the centre of a new unread book. She began to gently play with her pussy again, one hand's fingers to her breast to play where the nipple hardened underneath the fabric and indented itself to me.

"MMMM! LOVE you my lover... TAKE me for what you WANT you masculine STUD!" She whined, her moans increasing as her fingers sped up for me to rip my shirt off and britches down around my ankles.

I gyrated against her pussy with my hardened cock, moaning all the while even as she came a second time, causing my wonder to peak as I watched her climax again with those little shivers making her tits jiggle and her shapely bottom bubble up for me to see either side of her hips.

I finally got in to pull her panties aside, but somehow blinked and ended up with her on her stomach with her ass to me and her panties pulled down around her thighs, her calves angled up in a feminine submission while I pushed her legs together and climbed over her calves, to sit on her thighs and rub my cock up and down the exposed pink flesh of her white-wet pussy.

The white cream dripping down her leg made me drool as I watched it slowly slide down the soft skin, staining the sheets as she moaned into the pillow and kicked either leg like a little girl's tantrum, but slowly, perhaps a little girl who knew she deserved to be punished.

I gulped and felt myself need to do right by her after all the need I'd instilled in her, thinking of the time and effort to get ready for me, the time thinking of me and the display she'd given just now. The courage she'd imbued within herself given how much I knew she troubled with thoughts of whether she truly was attractive or if she even liked the thought coming from anyone but me.

She moaned into the pillow as my sex slid between the plush of her thighs, squeezing me like a hug as I pressed my dick into her pussy and slid back and forth before it, before the entrance and pressing down into the labia as I lined my cock to slather her pussy juice up and down, covering myself in it.

My cock was soaked in moments, entire days of arousal slicking my need as I backed and forth against her pussy like a stuck cart, slowly and with longer purpose.

"Do you like that, darling?" I softly coaxed. I pressed a flex of hardened dick into her tiny pussy length, rammed my cock against as hard as I could and ran my hardness into her thighs and back, slicking my cock as much as she would able and teasing her pussy as much as I wanted.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMmmmm-AAAAAAHHHHHHH!" She moaned. She moaned, like a caught animal, a wailing prisoner. A woman unable to form coherent thought before she'd even been fucked.

I gasped for breath and realised I was shaking. My body was now fully hard and at attention, sweating and aware of everything around me. I slowly hipped back and forth between her pussy folds and made my bed there, control and enticement my only wants as I prepped her for a proper male fucking. "I love you, you know that don't you, darling?" I cooed, trying to match her earlier spirit. She shivered right then, and I knew it for yet another orgasm, as she loved being teased my darling, and as she gripped the pillow I leaned down to press my chest against her back and whispered in her ear.

"Not yet, my darling. Your husband hasn't allowed you to cum for a third time. Say you want to, and I'll maybe be kind."

She shivered and her deep, lustful need surfaced, a whine into the pillow, a long, long hurt whine emit and she nodded, before when I looked in the mirror across, her face emerged in the mirror beyond our headboard, red and blushed with drunken arousal as her stockinged feet twisted inward behind my form in the silver.

"Puh- puh- puh- puh-" She gulped, gripping sheets up to herself. "MMMMmmmmm- puh- LEAAAAAASSSSSSE give me your SEEEEEEEEED husband...?" Is what she said. "PLEASE I don't- don't CARE about CLIMAXING all I want is your SEEEEEEEED..." She whined.

I slowly dipped into her, my dick shoving as far and hard as I could go it into her fat, tight, squeezing, wet pussy, charging forward into her fold to invade her pussy with as much manly hardness as I could handle to push. I pictured an army of more masculine men full of armour with spears, charging in to pulverise some small, shaking wall.

I fucked her properly, shoving and giving and letting go, pushing and pushing past her labia, her entrance... finally pushing my head in and then the scoop to my shaft, thrusting my shaft further inside her for a full push until a final shove got me a pump.

I began to feel a squeeze not let me out, her cunt resisting as I shoved in and out of her lovely pussy as it stroked me and I stroked her, my battle winning inches of pink wet flesh as I lubed up her cunt and enjoyed her insides, for once feeling a military man as I moaned and began to thrust my thumbs into her asscheeks and tightly pull them aside to open her pussy towards me.

Her sweet pink asshole opened tantalising me with winks as the flesh jiggled around it as I pumped and pumped, beginning to create a rhythm as I fucked her pussy and tried not to blow my load inside her no matter what she whined and moaned.

"PUH-LEEEEEEEEEEASE just CUM in me HUBBY!" She yelped into the cushion, grabbing a hold of sheets and tugging them, her face red and eyes blurred as her legs began to quiver in a third orgasm. "I- I- I'm GOING to either WAY so PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE just UNLOAD INSIDE OF ME! DARLING WIFE PERMITS IT! DARLING WIFE WANTS IT OHHHhhhhhh- F- fuuuuuuuuuck-" She bites the sheets and finally sniffs tears, wailing like a little girl who's been punished so so much and just wants to go home. "PLEASE stop PUNISHING ME! Please be KIND TO MEEEEEEE-HEH-HEEEeeeeeeeee...!"

I shove my dick inside, a final coax of truth, that I could have built speed the whole time, and I shove long, hard, and then quick plaps of cock inside her cumming cunt as I take it for all it's worth-

Until it squeezes around me and I feel so hard, pulled back and squeezed and lubed and fucking that I- I- muscles- caught- "AAAh- AAAAAGH-! FUCK! GODS!"

I cum. I spurt my load inside of her. my seed gushes into her and as much as I orgasm to quiver my legs and soil her cunt, I feel so orgasmic and relaxed...

I feel none against my balls. I sigh and fall onto her, my body exhausted even from the slight fuck just withholding that long after such a sexy show played before me.

I gasp for breath and feel her hand on my arm, rubbing up and down from ahead and below. She simply moans a little, clearly wanting the hug as I move my arms around her and hold her for a while. Her hand moves around under mine, holding my arms in her own hug as I cum and finally, fully relax. "F-f-fuck." Is all I can say.

She nods in the pillow. I laugh.

And that, was the story of the most masculine I ever felt.

Before a Real Alpha came and made it look like a bitch's whimper.