Full Moon Breeding
Dean, a human male, is alone in the woods at night, or is he?
A twig cracked under Dean's boot.
He stilled, breath held, one hand slipping instinctively toward the gun holstered beneath his jacket. Moonlight cut through the trees in silver slashes, soaking the clearing in a kind of eerie calm. The air was thick-wet moss, cedar sap, and something else, something rank and animal. Something watching.
“Come out,” Dean growled low, voice sharp as a blade drawn across leather. “I know you're there.”
The shadows shifted.
A hulking shape stepped into view-bare, broad, every part of him gleaming with sweat and muscle under the lunar glow. He stood easily seven feet, fur rimming thick forearms and calves, ears pointed, eyes yellow like coals buried in ash. The mouth stretched too wide, teeth bared not in threat but hunger, and not for food.
Dean raised his weapon. “You’ve got three seconds to-”
The werewolf lunged.
Dean hit the dirt with a grunt, his gun skittering from his hand as claws pinned him. He writhed, cursed, spat blood from a lip torn on impact. The beast didn’t bite. Didn’t slash. Just hovered over him, sniffing, nostrils flaring, growl deep in its throat like a purr of thunder.
“Get the hell off me-”
It wasn’t strength that stopped Dean, it was the heat rolling off the creature, a scent thick as sex and sweat and musk. The werewolf leaned in, nose buried in Dean’s neck, and snorted. Dean jerked, heart slamming in his chest.
“You in fucking heat?” he spat.
The beast answered with a sound halfway between a moan and a growl, a needy, guttural rnnngh, hips pressing downward, something hot and thick grinding against Dean’s thigh through denim. No human shape down there. This thing was canine and proud of it-heavy knot already swelling, tip wet and twitching.
“Shit,” Dean hissed, struggling harder, even as his cock began to betray him, chafing under the friction of the werewolf’s hungry rutting. “You gotta be kidding me.”
It wasn’t.
A claw hooked his belt, snapped the leather like ribbon. Jeans ripped open next, popped buttons scattering into the underbrush. A feral tongue licked across his collarbone, tracing the pounding vein in his throat. His body buzzed-half fear, half arousal, and the taste of it made the beast rumble again, hips rolling slow and deliberate.
“Don’t-don’t do this…” Dean gasped, but his voice caught as the wolf’s cock, long and glistening and so hot, slid along his exposed shaft, smearing him with precum that smelled like lightning and blood and want.
He shouldn’t have moaned. Shouldn’t have bucked his hips up when the beast humped again, harder this time. The werewolf’s cock drooled against him, a bright line of slick painting Dean’s stomach as the tip sought entrance, wide and already twitching.
Then it pushed.
“Fuck!” Dean shouted, back arching as the head breached him, searing white pain flaring before fading into something else-pressure, burn, fullness. He clenched his fists into the soil, arms trembling as the beast drove in slow, too slow, savoring the stretch, letting every inch grind into Dean’s reluctant body.
The knot scraped past his rim and Dean howled, teeth clenched, face contorted with fury and shock and molten pleasure. The wolf howled back, triumphant.
“You fuckin’-hnnngh-damn monster,” Dean panted, but the words lost heat as the thrusts picked up, rutting now, deep and fast, cock battering his insides with every feral plunge. His legs wrapped around those thick, bristled hips without thought, his cock bobbing, leaking, untouched.
The wolf snarled and bit his shoulder-not breaking skin, but hard, claiming. Dean cried out, eyes wide and glassy, sweat sheening his chest, the stretch no longer pain, just pulse after pulse of heat as the knot began to swell again, locking them together.
He came untouched, body convulsing, ropes of cum striping his belly as he gasped, wordless, the werewolf fucking him through it, animal grunts rising in pitch until it slammed deep, knot popping thick inside and locking hard.
Dean writhed. “No-fuck-it’s stuck-”
It jerked, hips grinding in fast circles, stuffing the swollen flesh deeper while Dean’s body seized again, another orgasm ripped from him like muscle from bone. He whimpered, bit his own lip bloody.
And the wolf kept going.
The knot pulsed. A twitch deep inside Dean’s gut, then a sudden swell that stretched him wide, dragging a desperate gasp from his throat as it lodged home-sealed. The werewolf's body shuddered against his, braced on massive arms, cock buried to the hilt, and Dean felt it-hot, molten, alive-a surge of thick cum pumping through that twitching cock.
“Ah-fuck-” Dean cried out, spine bowed, chest heaving, the heat burning inside him.
It wasn't just a load. It was a flood. The kind of breeding torrent no human could produce, jet after jet, his guts bathed in it, every pulse of that thick knot sending another gush into him, so much that he could feel it slosh, feel the pressure building where there was no more room left to take it.
Dean clawed at the earth, head thrown back, hair slick with sweat and dirt. “Jesus-shit-feels like you’re filling me-hnnnnh, goddamn-”
The werewolf snarled into his neck, breath hot and rapid, still locked tight, still throbbing. It didn’t move yet-couldn’t-not until the knot softened. Instead it stayed pressed flush, grinding in tiny motions, every shift squeezing more slick heat from Dean’s used, spasming hole.
Dean twitched when he felt it leak back out, warm and thick, trickling around the seal of the knot in lazy streams, smearing down his thighs.
“Fuck me…” he murmured, voice raw. He wasn’t even fighting it anymore.
His hand found his cock-wet, still hard, aching-and he jerked himself once, twice, and came again with a strangled moan, his body tightening down around the knot as if begging it to stay.
The werewolf felt it, heard it, smelled it. It answered with another low growl, one that dragged through Dean’s ribs and wrapped around his spine like barbed wire. The knot twitched, more cum drooling out around it.
“Damn you,” Dean whispered, panting, shuddering. “You really did it. Bred me like a bitch.”
The wolf growled louder now-possessive, triumphant.
And Dean… smirked.
He twisted his hips experimentally, and the knot made him jerk, the stretch so intense it bordered on agony, but his cock throbbed again, eager despite everything. “Still hard,” he muttered, dragging his fingers down the sticky mess of his stomach. “You’re not done, are you.”
The werewolf cocked its head. Yellow eyes burned. Still locked inside him.
Dean clenched around that knot and grinned.
“Then don’t stop.”
The wolf’s mouth peeled open into something almost like a smile-then he surged forward.
Dean screamed as the knot yanked free with a wet, obscene POP, his hole gaping, dripping a flood of cum that spattered the leaves, warm and steaming. He barely had a second to breathe before the werewolf flipped him over, belly-down in the dirt, hips grabbed and hoisted.
Dean groaned, elbows scraping bark, as the cock slammed back in without warning-sliding through the slick mess of the first load and plunging deep, balls slapping against his drenched ass with the wet slap of flesh on flesh.
“Ughhhhnn-yes-fucking-god, you’re still-nnngh-huge-!”
No slow buildup this time. No caution. The wolf fucked him like it was the end of the world, feral thrusts pounding into his overstretched hole, knot already growing, stretching him wider than before. Cum sprayed from between his cheeks every time the wolf bottomed out, forced out by the merciless rhythm.
Dean was gone, gasping, drooling into the forest floor. His ass ached, stretched raw, but his cock throbbed against his belly, harder than it had been before.
“Fuck-yes-fucking take me, you horny mutt-make me come again-come inside again-”
The werewolf snarled, and came.
This time it hit harder. Knot fully inside, locked, cock buried, and the flood came like a broken dam-one long pulse, then another, Dean’s stomach cramping from the volume, gut clenched around the torrent. He screamed into the moss, ass clenched tight, twitching as his cock spilled once more untouched, milked by the heat, the stretch, the possessive, beastly rhythm of it all.
And when it ended, when the shudders stopped and the knot remained wedged tight, they both lay still-panting, dripping, steaming in the moonlight.
Dean whimpered. “Still full…”
The werewolf licked the back of his neck, hips grinding again. Knot swelling again.
Dean moaned, spreading his legs wider. “Then go again.”
The knot didn’t go down.
Not all the way. Not enough.
Dean barely had time to tremble before the beast started moving again, rutting in shallow pulses, each one grinding the still-swollen bulb deeper into his ruined, gaping hole. He cried out, fingers clawing the moss-slicked ground, legs twitching in overstimulated panic as his body convulsed, nerves raw and spent.
“Fffuck-n-no, I can’t-fuck, you’re-hnnnnhh-!”
He couldn’t. But the wolf would.
It didn’t matter that he was spent, slicked inside and out with cum, bruises already forming on his hips and thighs from being gripped so tight. The werewolf snarled again, louder this time, dragging Dean’s hips higher, locking him into a deeper arch as the knot worked like a battering ram, tugging, pushing, rotating inside him.
Dean’s mouth fell open. No sound. Just drool and a vacant, glassy stare as another orgasm took hold, ripped from him like meat from bone, cock spasming uselessly against his stomach with a dry, aching twitch.
And still, the beast pumped more into him.
Hot. Endless. Breeding him again and again, each pulse so thick it sloshed, packed inside a space already filled to bursting. His gut was tight now, distended, the bloat obscene, like he’d swallowed gallons and they’d all settled in his wombless belly.
The wolf licked his ear, rutting harder.
Dean shivered. “Please… you’re gonna-hnnh-gonna break me…”
He sounded far away. Slurred. Unsteady.
The knot jerked deeper. Dean screamed, full voice this time, a sound that tore from his chest like a man dying.
And then-silence.
His body went slack. Arms splayed. Cheek in the dirt, eyes fluttering half-shut. Twitching in rhythm with the wolf’s final brutal thrusts. He didn’t resist. Couldn’t. His breath was shallow, hitching now and again when another rope of cum pumped into him. But there was no fight.
He was bred unconscious.
The werewolf kept moving for a while after that-grinding, knotting, hips rolling in deep, possessive strokes. No urgency. Just instinct. A bitch bred this well deserved to be used until morning. Dean’s body rocked gently with each thrust, leaking trails of white that bubbled around the thick seal of the knot, running down his thighs, staining the ground beneath.
When the moon finally dipped behind the trees, the wolf slumped over him, cock still buried, knot still swollen. Dean’s belly gurgled softly under the weight of it all, stretched and warm, skin gleaming in the low light, twitching now and again with aftershocks.
He didn’t wake.
Not yet anyway.