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"Babe, I'm home! You in?"

It was All Hallow's Eve. Eva stepped into the cool confines of her apartment and slung her bag from her shoulder, dropping it by the entranceway to the living room. The room was masked in darkness, with only the slim illumination of a crack between the drawn curtains to light her way.

The 21 year old feline sighed through her nose and stretched her back, stepping across the room to the small kitchenette. There, she flicked on the light and poured herself a glass of water from the sink. She'd been working tirelessly for most of the day. Halloween was a rather hectic time for retail workers, especially those who sold discounted or cheap candy. People lined up around the block just to clear out their shelves, and today was no different.

She glugged the water and set the glass down, sliding her hand along the counter and she moved back around into the living room. The pigeon hole window that connected the kitchenette to the main seating area helped to illuminate her surroundings. Decorations for Halloween and fake cobwebs hung around the room. She had expected to see her beloved sleeping on the couch, but instead, the room was empty. A frown crossed her face.

Suddenly, behind her, the kitchen light went out. She whirled around and felt her heart hammering in her chest, her vision blanketed in darkness. She was a feline, however: with her midnight fur and sharp yellow eyes, she could easily see in the dark. She slowly stepped across the room in her slim work shirt and tight black trousers, glancing left and right. She was nervous.

Then, she felt hands upon her, large digits wrapping around her waist. A growl hissed in her ear and she immediately tried to turn, but it was futile. Whoever had a hold of her was strong-- very strong.

She was lifted up into the air with ease, and felt herself falling across the room. She landed in a heap on the couch, the cushioning of the furniture helping to ease her fall. Despite that, she felt a little out of breath, and finally, in the dark, she saw her attacker, his yellow eyes, his reddish-brown fur. The thin strip of light seeped just over his shoulder and down his body, showing exactly how naked he was. She felt her stomach churn and twist. A werewolf.

He strode forwards to tower over her, and then suddenly crouched down, his hands grasping at her body. She struggled against him and pushed her hands against his chest at his thick digits pulled at her clothes.

"N-No, my clothes!" She squeaked and mewled, but there was nothing she could do. The man's hands yanked at her hips and pulled at her trousers, and she felt them slipping over her behind and past her legs. They were pulled off of her completely with a certain degree of force, before the werewolf's attention was inevitably drawn to her shirt. His fingers tried to pick at the buttons, and a frustrated growl escaped his throat when he found himself unable to do so. She halted and stared at him, wide-eyed, as she tried to undress her carefully, before his lust got the better of him. He curled his grip around her shirt and pulled.

Under his strength, the buttons of her shirt popped, and the fabric was finally parted to reveal her ample bosom, set into a shapely bra. He grasped her B-cup breasts in both hands and squeezed them thoroughly, before he reached up to her shoulders and forcefully eased her out of her shirt, leaving her almost fully naked. Her bra and panties remained, but they likely wouldn't for long. In the dark, the feline could feel his arousal, his lust pressing into her leg, thickly pulsing. Her hands continued to fight him, but she knew she couldn't resist him for long: he was barely phased by her attacks and attempts at self defence.

He grasped her rather roughly and pulled her so that she laid more lengthways against the couch, her head pressing down into the cushioned seats. His hands pulled at her panties and, with the same frustration, he yanked them from her. The fabric ripped under his assault and left her garments in tatters, revealing the outline and mound of her sex in the dark. His fingers grazed against her lips and she whimpered, pushing against him, her legs pressing together. She still resisted him, even if he was trying to arouse her.

Suddenly, he moved. He stepped towards her head and swung a leg over, planting his paw next to her, closest to the back of the couch. She stared up in the dark at the outline of his cock, the thick, knotting member hanging over her, swaying left and right. His hips lowered as he bent his knees and she watched the cock sink lower and lower, until the tapered end of his canine length touched with her lips, sliding across her mouth. She reached up to push against his ass and try and making him lift up, but that only encouraged him to sink lower.

When the werewolf realised she wasn't going to open up, he reached down to grasp the base of his member, squeezing the bulbous knot as he angled the member down against her lips. Thick little spurts of pre-cum dribbled against her mouth and she tilted her head to try and resist him. He used his other hand to grab her chin and hold her in place. He pressed against her teeth and jaw, forcing her to open her mouth.

The tapered end of his cock touched with her tongue, sliding along her wet appendage and descending lower. The cock let a thin trail of pre-cum against her mouth as it lowered, touching with the back of her throat in mere moments. A sigh escaped the werewolf's lips, and he seemed to greatly enjoy the feel of her mouth around his cock. His hefty balls grazed with her forehead and his knot thickly pulsed above her, pumping gentle dribbles of pre-cum into the back of her throat. For fear of the repercussions, she didn't dare bite down.

Then, something happened that surprised her. Eva felt a warmth against her inner thigh, a nuzzling of a wet nose that moved lower and lower. She widened her eyes as she felt a mouth and tongue pressing against her entrance, her female lips, sliding across the surface of her mouth. Her body quivered and trembled from the touch and her fingers tug into the canine's behind, still trying to push him back. A growl escaped the werewolf's lips, laced with tones of teasing and amusement, as he propped himself up with a hand. His tongue effortlessly rolled along her entrance and glided against her lips, and she tensed, her body clenching. She couldn't help but let out a quiet, muffled moan.

His tongue lapped over her entrance rather greedily, toying with her flesh as his sharp canines occasionally grazed the puffy exterior of her lips. His hands kneaded the flesh of her upper thighs, his claws digging against her skin. He made sure to coat every inch of her sex in spittle, before his tongue began to probe and prod against her entrance, threatening to push into her. She arched her back and fluttered her eyelids. Her pleasured was heightened, her senses on high alert. Her skin prickled with heat and desire like never before.

His tongue continued to assault her, but he was clearly out for something else, too. Slowly, he raised his hips, sliding his cock from the back of her throat and up her tongue, before he pushed down, thrusting into her mouth. She made sure to open her maw up wide for fear of pricking him with her teeth, and the werewolf let out a long groan of pleasure as he sunk into her. He began in on some slow thrusts, gently humping her mouth as his tongue probed her entrance and began to push into her. She pressed her knees together and squeezed either side of his head, but he quickly placed a hand on one of her knees and forced them apart. Another moan escaped her full mouth as she felt his tongue sliding into her, sinking deeper and deeper. Her inner walls spasmed and squeezed around his tongue, but that only made him wiggle the appendage more.

His hips began to sway and his balls began to bounce as his thrusts sped up, roughly thrusting down into her mouth. The tapering end of his canine cock poked at the back of her mouth, but she accepted it, her hands losing their will to fight and instead curling around his fur. She squirmed her legs, rolling her eyes up into the back of her head. A tingle shot up her spine and her loins burned for more. All she could feel was pleasure.

The werewolf began to grunt and pant, but it soon became clear that his intentions weren't to use only her mouth. After another minute or so of thrust, he unceremoniously slipped his cock from her lips, a thin string of pre-cum and spittle hanging between her bottom lip and the end of his member. He swung his leg back over her and, suddenly, his mass was on top of her. She came face to face with his yellow eyes and snarling lips. He manhandled her, moving her onto her side and lifting up her available leg. It rested on his shoulder.

She could feel it, his cock probing her entrance. She didn't fight him any more. Her arousal was too great, her breathing heavy, her moist lips begging for more, and he was more than happy to give it to her. She felt the end of his cock slipping into her and her insides instinctively squeezed around him. She let out a quiet whimper and felt him sink deeper. His hand curled around her leg and gripped her tightly, leaning over her body a little as he propped himself up with his other hand. A sigh escaped the werewolf's lips. Inch by inch, she felt him burying his fat member into her, her tight inner walls spasming and clenched around his throbbing surface.

He wasted no time: he pulled back and thrust into her, enjoying the warm, tight feeling of her pussy. He sunk deeper with each thrust until, after only a few moments, his knot was bouncing against her tight entrance, threatening to pop in and tie with her at any moment. The feline women pressed her mouth against the cushions, moaning into them as her heart fluttered and her stomach twisted in excitement. She felt a hand grasping at her bra, clutching at her breasts. She slyly reached around to expertly pop the clasp at her back, and slid the bra from her shoulders, displaying her bosom in all its glory. A hand immediately went to them and she felt the vigorous squeezing of her breast, pinching her nipple and groping the pillowy bosom.

He was relentless. Each thrust was rough, but measured, angled at just the right spot to give her the most pleasure. He was experienced, but above all else, he knew her body. He had it mapped out in his mind, and knew just how to get her going. His thumb grazed with the nub of her nipple as he pushed his hips forwards harshly, deliberately sinking the entirety of his cock into her. He let his member throb inside her, pulsing against her innards, and he felt her squeeze against him in response. His knot dangerously sank against her lips and stretched them, just slightly, before he pulled back and began to thrust again with renewed vigor.

In truth, he was close: sinking himself into her slowly was just a way of stalling his orgasm until the right moment. Though, he quickly found out that it wasn't take too long at all: every thrust into her and pinch of her breast made her groan with more and more intensity. He could only assume she was nearing her peak, and he was intent on giving it to her. He leant forwards and planted a foot on the ground, letting out a snarl and he thrust harder and faster than before. The air soon filled with the wet sounds of his knot slapping against her, coupled with their passionate moans.

His loins began to stir, the pressure building. He knew he was close. He shifted backwards and eased off her leg, rolling her onto her front. She was confused at first, but when she felt his mass pressed into her back, his hands tucking her under body to grope both breasts at the same time, all she could do was tremble beneath him. His hands squeezed her ample flesh and his head buried itself into her neck as he pulled back and began to thrust faster, his movements more rapid and focused. His knot squished against her lips, rapidly bouncing off of her pussy, until he could take it no more.

A grunt escaped his lips as he felt himself reaching the point of no return. She seemed to understand this and pushed back against him, moaning quietly as he thrust forwards, pressing hard into her. Her lips loosened and relaxed slowly, before finally easing over his knot. He tied with her in that moment, his knot swelling in her tight lips as her insides squeezed and clamped over every inch of his cock, milking it as hard as she could. His body trembled and he relaxed against her, sighing into her neck and peppering her with kisses. His cock powerfully throbbed and spurted a thick arc of cum into her insides, quickly joined by another, then another. He emptied himself into her with all the passion he could muster, and she arched her back against him, reaching up to curl a hand around the back of his neck.

"Mmmh..." She mumbled to herself, a smile spreading across her lips. "What did I do to deserve this treatment, Alfonse?"

A warm chuckle escaped his mouth, and he pressed his snout against her neck, stroking along her breasts. He pressed his lean figure into her and rocked his hips against her body.

"I could smell the sweat on you. You've had a rough day." He murmured. "Plus, there's a full moon out."

"So I noticed," She purred. "Can't say I didn't enjoy it, but...my shirt!"

The pair of them giggled quietly to each other and he twisted his head, licking his tongue against her cheek.

"I'll buy you a new one." He assured her quietly. She purred again.

"I love you, babe." She replied quietly with a happy smile on her face.

"Love you too, Eva." He replied with a degree of embarrassment laced with an intense passion. They lay there for a while and enjoyed one-another for a little longer.