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Honestly, losing the Werewolf Demon Blood War had been no big deal.

It had been a very scary seven hours for the people involved, apparently, but the simple fact was that it was all over before most of the population even noticed something was happening. People in certain time zones had gone to bed in one world, the domain of humans, and woke up in the next; the same planet, with the same countries and universities and birds in the sky, just more werewolf demons bending the human populace to their dark, sinful will. The sun still rose every morning.

That was the attitude Julie had taken from minute one, and it was serving her well. Others mourned the old ways, and the Chosen One destined to stop it who, the rumour went, had misjudged a jump before ever getting close to the Werewolf Demon Ultimate Scion and wound up a red mess at the bottom of a canyon. The simple fact was that this time, the ragtag buncha misfits meant to save the day had been a little too ragtag, just a touch too miss-fitting. There was always tomorrow. It was tomorrow, now.

Julie's daily routine was unchanged. She still got up early to make it to class in good time, and she still intended to graduate top of her class. It was maybe a little less clear what she'd end up doing after her getting her degree, but she still had a year and a half to figure it all out.

She showered, like she did every day, thoroughly attending to her silky red hair. She shaved, and briefly admired her complexion and curves in the steamed mirror. Just another morning.

The only difference to her outfit (a white blouse with a cute sweater vest and a knee-length skirt, both soft grays to compliment her eyes) was that her underwear drawer remained untouched. Big societal changes were always scary, but the knack was picking out the silver linings. In Julia's case, she didn't miss bras, and fully seized the newfound option to ignore them.

Julia was lucky enough to live within walking distance of her college, so after a light breakfast, she was strolling through the sunshine. It was a beautiful spring morning, with a gentle breeze carrying the sounds of the neighbourhood; baby birds chirping, the soft rumbles of car engines, and the much louder rumbling of werewolf demons on the prowl. Had the destined counter-ritual worked, the sun would be horrifically painful for them, but now they could share in this gorgeous weather with everyone else.

The morning went by usually enough. Early lecture. An hour's work in the library. Catching up with a friend last seen getting dragged in the bushes by a powerful, clawed hand. (Alex shared all kinds of interesting details about the experience, fully explaining the lingering limp.) Lunch.

But as she was finishing her sandwich, Julia received a message. Soon, she was rapping on the door of Doctor Emma Foley, a senior member of staff that she had only spoken to once or twice.

"Doctor Foley? You wanted to see me?"

A voice, muffled and somewhat breathy, told her to come in. She did, and was greeted by a pleasant sight.

Doctor Foley was at her desk. Her graying blonde hair was messy, there was a noticeable tinge to her cheeks, and her glasses looked askew. None of that was what caught Julia's attention, though. She was focused on somebody else.

He - assuming of course he was a 'he', demons had their own approach to gender - was well over seven feet tall, coated in coarse, black fur and the occasional scar. His eyes glowed a piercing red, his teeth looked sharp enough to rend steel, and his thick, muscular hand was resting, with impunity, down the doctor's unbuttoned shirt.

"Oh," breathed Julia. "Hello." His only reply was a visceral huff.

"Thank you for joining me, Julia." Foley definitely did sound out of breath. She gestured, with mild difficulty, past the huge arm in front of her. "Please take a seat..."

She did, without taking her eyes off of the creature in front of her. He returned her awed gaze without blinking.

"This," huffed Doctor Foley, "is Vukglach. He's, um, he's fairly senior, and has taken an active interest in our institution-"

A muscle in that huge arm moved, and some faintly hidden motion made the doctor shiver.

"-a-and," she stammered, making no attempt to resist the paw on her chest, "our student body. Uh. All of it."

"Wow." Julia, on autopilot, began to twirl a strand of her hair between her fingers. "Well, I hope he likes what he sees...!"

"He does. Mostly. He has some big plans, but right now he's aaaaaaa-" She paused, and bit her lip, as the demon continued to fondle her. "Ahh... ahhhhh little concerned."

"About what?"

"You have a good attitude, Julia, always - hah! - have. I know you have friends who feel the same way. But the reality is that this has been a big chhhange, and some people are still nervous."

"Really? I haven't noticed."

"He tells me he can literally taste it," said Foley, with the unique tone of someone who used to deal mostly in hard science but now had a demon groping her tits.

"Oh!" Julia smiled. "Well, maybe it's just who I hang out with, like you said." She snuck another glance at Vukglach. Despite the obvious attention he was giving to Foley('s breasts), his unholy gaze had never left her. "If you're trying to put everyone at ease, I'd be happy to help."

"We knew you'd say that. You're - hff. - you're a very helpful student."

Julia beamed.

"Although, uh... Don't feel under pressure. If you'd prefer not to do it, we could absolutely..."

Julia's eyes wandered. They wandered from Vukglach's striking, angular face to his huge fangs to his broad, furred shoulders to his massive chest to his toned stomach to...

When her gaze (eventually) returned to Foley, there was no doubt in Julia's mind. "Nope. I'm your girl."

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Admittedly, she was more nervous when the time came.

It had all happened so fast. She hadn't quite realized that Vukglach intended to do something that day, right in the main square. She hadn't expected Doctor Foley to make a (still somewhat breathless, but recovering) announcement that any students not currently in classes, and indeed maybe some that were, were encouraged to gather by the outdoor stage to witness an important demonstration.

She did, of course, have a good idea of what the demonstration would entail. It had been obvious from the start.

Drawing on her experience of public speaking, Julia addressed the gathering crowd. "Good afternoon! I'm Julia, some of you probably already know me from, y'know, societies and stuff..."

She gestured, as though anyone would have the slightest difficulty seeing him, to the werewolf demon hovering just behind her.

"And this is Vukglach! Who'll be our new..." The scant script she had didn't cover this. "Did you have a title in mind already?" she whispered.

He huffed.

"He'll be taking an active role here at our school!" she announced, improvising admirably. "But before he does, he wanted to address a few concerns..."

Julia started, slightly, when she felt those claws on the pale skin of her leg. The shock was soon replaced by different feelings, all of which distracted her from her speech.

"And, uh... And he and I are going to be..."

So many people were watching her. Faces she recognized, others she didn't. All of them watching Vukglach's hand slide slowly up her thigh with predatory patience.

"Well," she smiled, "we're going to give you a demonstration."

Vukglach was right behind her now. His other hand settled on her side, and she could feel the sheer power in his body, so close. Inescapable.

"The main thing to remember," she told the crowd, "is that we're all friends here. They don't want to hurt us! We're way past any needless fighting, right? So when approached by a werewolf demon, stay calm, stay friendly, and just see what they want! Go with the flow, and I promise you'll end up enjoying y-yourselfffff...!"

She had been proud of how steady and knowledgeable she had sounded, up until that last word. But Vukglach was right behind her. She could feel his legs against hers, and his stomach against her back... and she could also feel something, alien and yet unmistakable, make contact with her under her skirt.

Julia discovered it was hard to do public speaking while a demon's cock slowly moved up the skin of your inner thigh.

"N-now, if, like me, you've been going without underwear-"

A voice she recognized as Alex gave a saucy little cheer. Julia flashed a smile in that direction, grateful for the levity. The support.

"-then you might find yourself being mounted without much buildup. But," she said, with the most firmness she could reasonably summon for a huge demon who was leaning with sexually-charged impatience over her defenseless body, "sometimes, with claws, accidents can happen. So if you value your outfit, like I do...!"

Vukglach stilled, almost imperceptibly. But she had been granted permission.

That still left some lingering hesitation, of course. Wandering around campus with no underwear beneath her clothes was one thing. Stripping naked in front of a watching crowd was another.

But she had never gotten fucked in front of a crowd, either, or fucked by a werewolf demon, or fucked for the specific purpose of demonstrating her young, nubile body was a plaything to be offered up to a superior creature. As a college student, she had fucked, but always while carefully avoiding the potential for pregnancy. Not in the hope of fostering an interspecies one.

Today was going to be very memorable. Julia's best option was to accept that, and make the most of it. With her usual upbeat attitude in mind, and a smile on her face, she removed her skirt - revealing her pussy to dozens and dozens of people who had never seen it before. And Alex.

She made quick work of her blouse, too, pulling it over her head. "There!" She threw her clothes gently to one side, and smoothed out her long red hair, and felt the afternoon sunlight caressing the skin of her breasts, all while being watched. "That's better, huh?"

There was no reply from the audience. Vukglach's thoughts were very clear, though. Having briefly removed his paws to let her strip, he took a firmer hold of her now nude body. There was an unspoken message that this time, he would not release her until they were finished.

His clawed hands explored her. Her legs, her thighs, her rear; her belly, her breasts, her neck. Julia's breathing deepened, but she remained still. Pliant. This was a vital part of the demonstration.

"As you can see..." Her voice came out softer, but it carried in the silence of the courtyard. "I'm perfectly safe." One claw traced along her vulnerable cheek, and she didn't flinch. "I trust Vukglach. I know he's not going to hurt me. And when we trust each other..."

She felt him press close against her. She heard a soft gasp from the audience as something slipped between her parted thighs, in plain view. She knew.

"Wonderful things happen," she sighed, mostly to herself, as Vukglach's shaft settled against her eager pussy lips.

There was more she could say. But the time for words was rapidly ending. This was a demonstration, after all, not a lecture. Practical. Physical.

A paw settled on her abdomen, two clawed fingertips claiming her pussy and spreading her apart. His body dwarfed hers, this close, and when her breathing naturally deepened she was taking in lungfuls of his otherworldly scent. Her heart was pounding, but not with fear.

The audience hovered at the edge of her perception, but they barely mattered to her. In this moment, the only thing she cared about was between her legs, thick and dark and deliciously inhuman. She was wet. She was ready. She was his.

Without a word, without ceremony, Vukglach pushed her forward, bent her over, and slid in.

The noise Julia made was not in her (or any) script. It was also much more convincing than anything she could ever say. One coherent thought managed to form in her mind, unfinished but lingering. If this was how just the tip felt...

Vukglach didn't start by thrusting. All he did was take his new toy by the hips and slowly drag her back towards him. Julia stared wide-eyed into the crowd, coping with the sensation. Her body was forced to make room for steadily more werewolf cock. Her mouth hung open, breath coming in little gasps.

One thing broke the spell. Julia soon felt his fur against her bare ass, and while this was notable in of itself, what it meant was more important.

She sucked in a breath and tried to find her voice. "Aaaahhhs you can see," she breathed, "I've taken all of him inside me. A-and this is my first time, so, you can do it too...!"

There was a moment's pause as she closed her eyes and coped with the feeling. Vukglach didn't budge. There was something else she needed to say.

"Of course, we're not done yet." Julia squeezed her thighs together helplessly. Having to explain her own 'terrible fate' was kinda pressing her buttons. "A-as you probably know, werewolf d-demon physiology is, um... it's got..."

An impatient hand toyed with her long hair. No sense mincing words.

"He's going to knot me."

With those five words, Julia made herself shiver. By now, her nipples were fully hard, and sweat was beginning to form on her skin. She whimpered as Vukglach - eager for a taste - leaned forward and licked her face. His tongue was long and cold and beautiful.

He had been gentle until now. That wasn't going to last. He grabbed both her wrists and started to thrust, fucking her like the sex toy she was. The mere feeling of his meat inside her was already so powerful; this kind of motion almost overwhelmed her immediately. Julia bit her lip and curled her toes and tried not to forget how to breathe.

That was all she could do. She had absolutely no capacity for controlling how she looked, how she sounded. Her gasps and moans washed over the silent crowd.

Vukglach moved with a practiced, confident ruthlessness. Julia wasn't the first human he had ravished, and she would be far from the last. That was the whole point of this little show, after all. His skills were on full display. Nothing he did hurt Julia. His thrusts weren't too fast or too deep, and his grip on her wasn't painful. But everything was pushed to the very limit. No-one else could do these things to her. That was another important truth for the crowd to absorb.

Julia was busy demonstrating the most important element of all. Docility. Compliance. Obedience. No matter what fun noises escaped her as she rode his dick, nothing about them signaled protest. She was his.

Time began to blur for her. She was far past being able to watch the crowd. Vukglach was handling that, the same way he was handling her. All she had to do was hang her head, letting her red hair spill messily, and let him have whatever he desired.

Or maybe not. Apparently it was time for a change. Julia was jostled out of her lustful, submissive stupor when those huge hands moved. Instead of her wrists, he took hold of her thighs, claws digging just enough into her soft flesh to remind her of his strength.

"O-oh! Ah-!"

With a single motion, Julia was snatched off the ground.

Vukglach held her against his chest, keeping her legs spread. Now the audience had a much better view of the penetration. Everyone could see everything; the speed, the power, just how many inches of werewolf cock were sliding in and out of Julia's exposed pussy. She felt her whole body flush, and didn't fight it.

She did have a minor skirmish with gravity. Vukglach had more than enough strength to hold her, but that strength was focused on fucking her, and her balance was a secondary concern. She took a fistful of hip fur in one hand, and threw her other arm behind his head, managing to get a steady grip.

They continued like that for a while. Her tits bounced helplessly with every motion. Julia's eyes fluttered as she felt the pleasure build. She was thankful she didn't need to say anything at this juncture. Vukglach's relentless pace left no room in her lungs for speech, and she lapsed into a breathy silence as she savoured this otherworldly experience.

But there was no room for complacency. As though sensing his test subject had grown too comfortable, Vukglach was soon moving on to the next, vital step.

Gradually, he began to slow. It was an almost seamless transition, again speaking to his experience. Julia belatedly noticed that instead of a steady rutting motion, he was opting for fewer, bigger thrusts. These grew in intensity until he was essentially lifting and dropping her body - pulling her lips along his shaft, then letting his entire rod fill her. Julia panted, preparing herself as best she could. She knew what was coming-

-but still screamed out loud when, with a final deep penetration, Vukglach's knot filled her.

Nothing she had ever experienced was remotely comparable. Her pussy wasn't designed for this - but inexplicably, it felt natural. Right. Just very, very overwhelming. Her mind clouded with submission and lust, Julia slowly caught her breath, shivering against his firm chest.

For his part, Vukglach showed mercy. His hands ran over her, nestling her weight against his torso. Even this softer motion was a display of how totally he owned her, but still, it was a welcome and necessary reprieve.

Once her breathing had steadied (even if her heart wouldn't stop pounding), Julia roused a little. She met the inhuman red gaze of her new owner, and gave him a little smile. That was all the signal he needed to resume.

Vukglach started to move his hips again. Julia did her best to match and compliment him, but mostly she clung on, ensuring he had full access to her curvy body. The crowd watched him use her, that huge shaft still fucking her powerfully despite a reduced range of movement.

"I-it feels so good...!" she gasped, mostly to herself. She didn't know if anyone was listening. She barely knew if anyone was still there. All she could focus on was the way the knot rubbed her insides, pressing against her needy clit in strange and wonderful ways. All the while, his cock continued to dominate her. Strong, inhuman flesh claiming ownership of her body.

It was all so much. The fur, the claws, the muscle. The knot. The cock. All she could go was whimper and shiver and moan, and that's all she would ever have to do. She was doing a good job. She was being a good girl. A nice, soft, submissive human.

Julia let her head loll back onto his shoulder, and groaned quietly as she came.

She had expected more fireworks. Her climaxes were usually quite loud, even when just masturbating. Surely getting fucked by such a beautiful, powerful monster would have her screaming to the sky - but instead, he had already knocked the air out of her. She just went limp in his arms, gently trembling in orgasm, and found a satisfaction there. It was certainly very pleasant to feel her walls twitch instinctively around his meat, caressing him like the loving pet she was.

There was only one thing left. The moment where he would join her in climax, and pump her nubile body full of his seed. Julia was ready. She eagerly waited for him to let loose a virile roar and mark her as his property forever.

He kept thrusting, and thrusting, and thrusting. Julia slowly and unwillingly journeyed from orgasm to afterglow to post-nut clarity, and all the while, he kept thrusting.

At first she was confused, even fearful that she was doing something wrong. But in said clarity, something Foley had said trickled back to her. When she proposed this demonstration to Julia, she hadn't asked if she was free for an hour or two. She had asked, more than once, if Julia could 'spare her entire evening'.

She wasn't talking about aftercare. This was going to take hours.

The realization made her shiver, her body squirming against his as he continued to pump her with his thick meat. He had entered into an inhumanly perfect rhythm, and she would just have to endure it for as long as he desired. Another quiet whimper escaped her parted lips. She really was a lucky girl.

Sure enough, Vukglach didn't waver. He didn't slow, or speed up, or deviate much in any way. Clearly this was his favourite position; knotting a submissive human and fucking her from behind, holding her limp body aloft. It was harder to tell if having an audience did anything for him. This might have been a purely practical decision for him, judging from how he ignored the crowd in front of him. His efforts were slowly focused on Julia, and she couldn't have been more thankful.

Hours passed. Julia didn't exactly have access to her phone right now, but the sun definitely moved lower in the sky until the light began to fade. People must have left, but they were replaced by others, and anyone passing through this main areas of campus would have been exposed to the display. Vukglach varied his movements occasionally. Sometimes he toyed with her bouncing hair, and sometimes with her bouncing breasts. He possessively shoved his muzzle against her neck, which never failed to make her shiver. At one point, he forced her down to her hands and knees. Wolf style.

But he always returned to that same motion, giving the audience the clearest view of her domination. Julia was long past caring. Somewhere past her ninth orgasm, she could barely remember her own name, let alone anyone else.

She wouldn't enjoy all her climaxes alone. However slowly, Vukglach was reaching his peak.

Julia felt the motion between her thighs get faster, and harder. His hands held her tight, squeezing their bodies close. She mumbled soft, incoherent encouragement, ecstatic that he was enjoying this. Enjoying her.

The urge to not only do this, but do it well, gave her a second wind. She mostly stayed limp, only sending this precious energy to the motions of her hips, the intentional twitching of her pussy. She massaged the cock inside her, enticing her beloved owner to give her what she needed.

Finally, the big finish came. Vukglach fucked her harder and harder, his bestial growling becoming louder until it echoed across the entire campus. For the first time, those red eyes changed expression, and closed. Vukglach howled, a piercing, ethereal sound not of this world. And he emptied himself inside Julia.

The feeling of his cum was everything she hoped for. Warm, thick, distinct from the human semen she had sampled - and a lot more copious. As she felt it spurt into her welcoming womb, Julia peaked, savouring the exhausting satisfaction of her final orgasm of the night. This one was special. She was sharing it with her lover; her master.

Like the session itself, Vukglach's climax lasted for an inhuman length. Even when the cum stopped flowing, his cock continued to twitch, and Julia didn't dream of interrupting or lessening his pleasure. As the two of them basked wordlessly in the moment, someone else stepped in.

"Okay, that concludes our demonstration. More or less." Foley stood beside the couple and addressed the crowd. "Any comments or questions can be directed to me. By email. As always, you can approach any local werewolf demon directly, but as always, doing so may result in... well, you've all seen it."

She turned away from the crowd and toward Julia, approaching gently.

"How are you doing, after all that?"

"J-just fine, I th-ah!"

Without warning, Vukglach dropped to the floor, letting his legs finally rest. Two huge paws wrapped around Julia's sweating body in what felt suspiciously like post-coital snuggling. She just smiled and returned the embrace, wrapping her arms around his.

"Glad to hear it," said Foley. "I'll go get you some water. That knot is going to keep you connected for, um, a while." This last sentence was delivered with a blush that confirmed the doctor was definitely speaking from experience.

Julia nodded, and Foley left. For the first time, she snuck a glance at the audience. It wasn't much smaller than the initial crowd. It may have even been bigger. Some were talking amongst themselves, or looking things up on their phones. But there were plenty of eyes on Julia and Vukglach, watching as the werewolf possessively nuzzled and sniffed and groped his new human plaything.

Now Julia knew exactly what she'd do after getting her degree. And while getting degree. Maybe even during classes.