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I opened my eyes with a lazy groan as the new morning roused me with a narrow ray of sunlight. Pouring through the manhole cover, it bathed the earthen walls of the den in a faint twilight, revealing that I was lying on top of a slumbering, softly snoring mountain of black fur and bulging muscle. It was a familiar sight, and yet so strange as I had never woken at the side of the transformed werewolf because he had always turned back at the end of the night. In fact, I had never seen James's feral shape in the sunlight before yesterday, and as I watched his gently rising and falling chest, the harrowing events of the forgone day poured back into my mind.

Was it the stress that kept him in his wolfish form?

Before I could lose myself in thoughts and memories, the werewolf claimed my attention with a shallow jerk of his hips, slipping something hot and rigid between my thighs. The beast was suffering from the same issue as every other man on the planet: his gargantuan, fully erect red taper protruded from his sheath, tenderly pulsing and grinding against my slender, smaller morning wood as it soaked his dark fur with drops of warm, sticky pre.

The girthy, shapely beauty of the werewolf's bulbous shaft enthralled me at first glance. Shuffling back a foot, I unceremoniously straddled his fat, swollen nuts and wrapped both arms around his towering erection, drool running down my chin as I savored his powerful scent. Every breath of that potent musk flooded my brain with fresh arousal, displacing all memories and worries from the foregone day, and like a moth homing in on a flickering flame, I plunged my face onto his tip and greeted his leaking, fluttering urethra with a passionate kiss, slurping his warm, salty pre right from the source.

The addictive taste failed to quench my thirst, though. Instead, it exacerbated my budding lust and subjugated me to my primal instincts. With a needy whine, I tightened my embrace around my furry mate's swollen schlong and began to buck my hips, grinding my dick against the hot, sweaty cleft between his gargantuan breeding orbs while my tongue and hands danced around his shaft on a quest for a filling breakfast.

Thanks to my thorough affection, it didn't take long until James awoke from his slumber. His chest expanded as he took a deep breath, and a palpable ripple raced through the massive, musclebound frame when he finally opened his eyes and let out a heavy growl.

I froze as the werewolf's commanding voice reverberated in my ears and bones, ceasing my humping to peer at his face and watch in awe as he leaned over me, baring his shining, pointy canines in a toothy grin.

Love?

My heart leaped in my chest as the beast's inner voice echoed in my mind, and I tilted back my head, parting my lips to embrace his feral love. A strand of his hot, wet saliva drooled into my mouth as he moved his muzzle above my mouth, and with a pleased grunt, he locked his lips with mine. Wrapping his monstrous maw around my cheeks, he plunged his colossal tongue into my mouth and wrestled my slender muscle into submission, forcing it deep down my tight, bulging neck.

Love~

A tear streamed down my cheek as I choked on his fat, squirming tongue, and I winced as he corroborated his declaration with a firm grope to my rump. My round, soft buttocks vanished in his warm, soft palms as he kneaded and spread them with both paws, baring my tight rosy pucker to his horny curiosity.

A single probing touch of the werewolf's finger was enough to flood my body with a wave of blazing lust and subjugate me to his whims. Sucking and gagging on his thick tongue, I whimpered like a bitch in heat while my asshole dilated around his thick, clawed digit, the past and future, the doubts and drama vanishing into thin air as my whole existence collapsed into a single purpose: satisfying my mate's his bestial desires.

Finally, James yanked his tongue out of my throat and broke the kiss with a broad, sloppy lick across my face. The toothy grin on his muzzle had grown even wider and his eyes burned with desire as he wrapped one paw around my chest and the other around my butt, slowly hoisting me onto his giant crimson cock.

I stared at the beast with bated breath and hammering heart as he aligned his tip with my snug rosy pucker, only to burst into a slutty cry when he lowered me onto his tapered glans. Even the thinnest part of his cock was as thick as my entire girth, and it made for the perfect spearhead to spread my anus and insides in an almost effortless push.

Inch after inch, the werewolf buried his throbbing, leaking rod inside me, stretching my sensitive tissue wide open as he delved deep into my guts. Within seconds, the hot, pulsing schlong reached my prostate, crushing that sensitive button to make me scream, only for him to keep shoving it deeper while he dragged me into the furry, sweaty cleft between his huge pecs, smothering my face and voice with his raw scent.

A single whiff of James's intoxicating musk and a single thrust of his hips were already enough to carry me over the edge. Dazzling stars flashed before my eyes as I erupted into the first orgasm of the day, and I reared up in his hold as my cock tensed and flailed in an aimless dance, blasting rope after rope of warm, milky seed across his fuzzy abs.

The werewolf acknowledged the sticky mess with a resounding chuckle, but my climax wouldn't stop him. Tightening his grip around my chest, he forced the rest of his rod inside my guts in one brutal shove and stuffed my taut belly with the fat outline of his huge, pulsing cock meat.

The forceful insertion hit me while I was the most receptive, snapping my mind in half and launching me into pure ecstasy while I was still cumming my brains out, and his knot was even out of his sheath yet! The werewolf didn't grant me any time to bask in his glorious girth either. Just a second later, he already lifted me up and started to slam me down onto his rod again, using my body with the same casualness as a cheap pocket pussy.

Each and every one of the beast's thrusts flooded my brain with fresh pleasure and fueled my orgasm, making my nuts clench and churn without pause. But where my cock continued to paint his abs in a twitching frenzy, my mindless cries echoing across the den in an unending serenade, the rest of my body succumbed to the stimulation overload and went limp in his unyielding grip.

The moment my muscles slackened and the last part of me yielded to the werewolf's dominance, he stopped holding back. All of his passionate love shifted into feral lust, and I had turned from his mate into his toy, a snug hole to alleviate his morning wood of all its pent-up arousal while I entertained him with my weak squirming, my slutty screams, and my slender, naked body. His tongue lolled out of his grinning muzzle as he picked up the pace, shoving his swollen, veiny rod into my ass even harder and faster than before, bedding my trembling howls of joy into deep, thundering grunts and growls to remind me of my proper place as his bitch below him, even when I was on top of him.

While James was busy pumping my ass, he also began to play with my other assets. Sliding his paw down my sweaty chest, he pinched my nipples, stroked the moving, throbbing bulge on my abdomen, and fondled my twitching dick and bouncing balls, squeezing them to elicit the last few drops of seed. Yet, even as I ran dry, my mindless delight wouldn't cease, and his mighty thrusts kept me locked in an unending orgasm, overpowering my growing exhaustion with an overwhelming flood of stimulation.

The werewolf had only just begun, however, and after another minute of merciless, indomitable rutting, I slipped into a horny daze. My eyes rolled into the back of my head, my mind went blank, and time lost all its meaning as seconds turned into minutes. But where I was suspended at the peak of pleasure with no thoughts or desires left in my lust-clouded brain, the horny beast craved even more. Plunging his dick inside my guts soon was no longer enough, and without warning, he rolled over and pinned me beneath his hulking frame. With my back pressed against the warm, sweat-soaked mattress, he then bent my legs back over my head and forced me into a proper mating press.

James gave me one more fat, sloppy lick across the face before he continued where he had left off, utilizing the full, raw strength of his musclebound body to drill my ass with brutal thrusts, hammering me so hard that the bed's steel frame creaked and shook from the abuse. Trapped between his chest and the sheets, my screams were swallowed by his thick fluff, my taste buds getting inundated by his hot, salty sweat while my ears rang with the powerful thumping of his heart and his rumbling growls. All the while, the loud, harsh clapping of his swinging breeding orbs echoed through the den as they reddened my ass cheeks with every blow, the intertwining pain and pleasure lifting my orgasm into an otherworldly state of ecstasy.

Time flew by in a blur as the hulking beast pounded me senseless, and more minutes, if not entire hours passed before he finally neared his own climax. Embarking on the final stretch, his growls and huffs grew heavier, his thrusts became even more hectic and excessive, and his hot, pulsing knot smacked against my stretched, battered asshole as it started to swell and slide out of its fuzzy, sweaty sheath.

A tie was imminent, and only a few more seconds of brutal rutting separated me from the final insertion, a final act of superhuman strength when he finally forced his bloated bulb through my ring and into my ass with a loud, sloppy pop.

For a moment, there was almost perfect silence as James's thrusts ceased and his nuts settled against my glowing ass cheeks. As if I had reached the eye of the storm, there was a split-second of clarity in my hazy mind to make me all the more aware of the flood to come. My heart jumped in anticipation and I clutched the werewolf's fur just before he burst with a guttural, thundering roar, shaking the earth to its core as his monstrous cock began to flex inside me, his balls pulsing against my tenderized buttocks as they churned up a huge, potent load.

I clenched my fingers and toes as the first spurt of hot, thick werewolf seed blasted into my guts, and I cried out as the next ropes erupted from his tip, pulse after pulse, wave after wave of cum filling my belly with radiant, comforting warmth. I had been in this very position before, buried under a hulking, heaving mountain of fur and muscle, tied to a gargantuan knot and getting filled with his life-giving essence, but it was still as intense and magical as the first time, reinforcing my love for the massive beast and cementing my position as his eager breeding bitch once again.

Soon, the wet, sloshing heat inside my guts stopped spreading as it had reached and filled every nook and cranny, but James's orgasm was still going strong, and being tied to a hole as tight as mine, it wasn't going to cease anytime soon. So even though there was no more room left inside me, he continued to fill me with more, spurt after spurt, ounce after ounce stretching my skin and inflating my belly into a round, swollen ball of cum until I looked as if I was heavily pregnant with half a dozen of his lupine offspring, his incomprehensible output making up for the fact that he couldn't knock me up properly.

After another small, mindless eternity, the werewolf's orgasm finally began to fade and the throbs of his cock weakened, his output ebbing into a more manageable trickle as it topped off my swollen, gurgling cum belly. With the decline of his eruption, clarity returned to my mind, and thoughts manifested from the roiling chaos of lust and pleasure, gradually making me aware of the aftermath of the rutting. Bent like a collapsed folding chair, I couldn't feel my legs anymore, but only the hot pressure in my guts, while his throbbing knot and potent musk kept me drooling and horny throughout my afterglow and the latter half of our tie.

As James's climax drew to a close, he calmed down as well and slumped onto his side with a contented sigh, shifting his heavy, bulky frame off my body to grant me a breath of fresh air. At least for the moment before he cupped my head and pulled me into a loving kiss, tenderly locking his menacing muzzle with my lips to make space for love where there had only been lust seconds ago. Almost instantly, his affection filled my chest with fuzzy flutters of joy, distracting me from the massive cock inside my guts to allow allowing the second half of the tie to pass in a warm, comfy blur while our thoughts entwined in a wordless exchange of love and emotions.

It took another fifteen minutes until the werewolf's knot finally deflated. Once it was small enough, he cautiously pulled it out of my stretched ass, tugging just hard enough to fill me with fresh tingles of stimulation and stir the sloshing load in my belly until my ring yielded with a wet pop. Once the bulb had parted from my depths, the rest slipped free without further issue, leaving a giant gaping hole as a reminder of his colossal size. But where I was completely drained, too exhausted to move more than a finger, he wasn't meant to stay, his empty stomach filling the whole earthen den with a vigorous rumble as it demanded a proper breakfast.

James bid me goodbye with one more kiss, playfully running his thick tongue over my face before he got up and climbed up to the entrance. The bright light of the morning sun briefly illuminated the sparse interior as he lifted the manhole cover, only for everything to be plunged back into dusky twilight when he dropped it down again, its metal bolts snapping back into place with a heavy thud.

The next two hours passed in a trance while I was too stuffed and exhausted to get up from bed, and it seemed as if there were no meaningful tasks that demanded my attention anyway. No housework needed to be done in the makeshift den, there was no need to forage while all shelves were full of canned food, and there was nothing to else to tinker with. At least that was my first impression, but that notion finally shifted as I grew bored around noon and reminisced on the events of the previous day. Among the bloody chaos and harrowing chase, I remembered the massive steel safe the werewolf had hauled all the way from our burnt home to this hole in the ground.

The safe still stood in the same place as yesterday, next to the fuse box, and it tickled my curiosity as I stared at it, tempting me with its concealed treasures. Sliding off the mattress, I stumbled toward it and knelt in front of the reinforced door, inspecting the mechanical combination lock. Its contents weren't completely unfamiliar to me, as I had gotten a glimpse of the open safe now and then, but I had never paid enough attention to know what kind of documents and items James had decided to store inside it, apart from some personal memorabilia and money. Unfortunately, I had never asked him for the safe's combination, but that wouldn't stop me.

With nothing better to do, I decided to try my luck and kill some time entering combinations. Starting my guesses with his birth date, I soon tried all sorts of numbers I could link to James and myself in various combinations. I tried his age, any of the numbers on his license plate, his lucky number seventeen, the birth date of his mother, and random facts like the number of rooms in his former tree house, but at every attempt, the lock just responded with a lackluster click and stubbornly refused to open. He still wasn't back yet, though, so I continued to work through the combinations in a trance while I tried to remember if I had maybe coincidentally watched him enter the code.

Eventually, the hunch solidified into a memory of three numbers. Besides his age, another date and his employee ID in the factory we had guarded together popped into my mind, and as I iterated through the six possible combinations, the safe suddenly responded with a much noisier click, the door's handle twitching ever so slightly. I gave it another firm tug, then it actually swung open to reveal the contents of the safe, various documents, personal stuff, and bank bills wildly scattered about three shelves. Ignoring the latter, I reached in to pull out a knife, and my heart skipped a beat. This was the very weapon I gifted him for his birthday two years ago. Next to it was a framed picture of our former factory's guards, me and James standing smiling among them, and a small box of some commemorative items I had brought along from my old life.

Meanwhile, the documents comprised a few letters of recommendation, forged records, and various IDs, which would doubtlessly come in handy as soon as we escaped the hunters and attempted to build a new life somewhere else. There was also an application letter among the pile, bearing my name of all things, and as I inspected it, I discovered that I had sent it on the same date as the one I entered into the combination lock. A small smile grew on my lips as I was mentally cast back a few years, remembering my job interview with James, the head of security, and the head of HR.

While I skimmed my admittedly awkward application, a dull thumping snapped me out of my read and I looked up just in time to be blinded by the bright light of the sun as James returned from his hunt. Judging by the satisfied grin on his muzzle, he had been successful, and after he closed the manhole cover, he wasted no time dropping down to greet me with a big bear hug and a deep, passionate kiss. Still holding me, he closed the safe I opened with a casual flick of his tail and carried me up the ladder and out of the stuffy den. Nestled into his big furry arms, the contents of the safe soon faded from my mind as I spent the latter half of the day exploring the forest with him, drinking fresh water from the creeks, eating berries from the bushes, and getting fed and bred for dinner below the warm, orange glow of the setting sun.

Marking the end of the first whole day in our new hideout, normalcy returned to our lives surprisingly swiftly, even though James's body never changed back, retaining his full moon appearance even in the broadest daylight. Over the next few days, we settled into a daily routine where he spent his morning hunting in the woods, leaving me in the safety of the den, while we spent the afternoons together exploring our surroundings, and the nights huddled together in the bed, resting up for the next day to come. All of which was divided by moments of lust and passion, as every morning dawned with the taste of his swollen cock, every hunt ended with his return and a rut in the sheets, and every night broke with him breeding me on the soft, mossy forest floor before he carried me back to our den.

Even as I was spending most of the day in James's arms and embrace, I still had to fill my lone mornings with something else to keep me occupied, and the first issue I tackled was our safe. While it was useful for storing delicate items in a protected location, we needed to replace it because the massive chunk of steel was clunky and heavy, seriously limiting the werewolf's carry capacity once we had to move on and leave the makeshift den behind. After discovering a bunch of basic backpacks and a sewing kit in the back of the den, I busied myself with resizing them for a beast of his dimensions. With barely any experience in sewing, the first attempts weren't crowned by success, but through boredom, tenacity, and a lot more thread and string than necessary, I eventually combined two knapsacks into a large, spacious one with straps that didn't rip the instant he tried it on.

In the euphoria of my success, I even thought about making some clothes from random materials I found around the den, but I swiftly put that effort to rest once I realized that making clothing from scratch was a completely different beast than haphazardly merging two backpacks. So instead, I looked for a different, much more creative task. Since I was surrounded by dark mud and soil for more than two-thirds of the day, I decided to gather flowers and greenery on our trips through the woods and use them to decorate the den's drab interior. Weaving willow branches into makeshift flower pots wasn't easy, but once again, time and boredom were serviceable teachers, and the colorful glow of the flowers that greeted me every time he opened the hatch was well worth the effort.

James also entrusted me with a map to plan our upcoming trip to the north, and I spent my remaining free time working out possible routes, incorporating the observations from his explorations that he used to scratch into the ground beneath my feet. Like the decorations, it was initially just a distraction to occupy my mind while I awaited his return, but that was bound to change eventually.

One day, that circumstance finally occurred when James returned from his morning hunt with unfortunate news. Of course, I couldn't tell right away, because the moment I heard the creak of the manhole cover, I reflexively dropped the pen and stepped away from the map on the desk, dashing toward the bed with my heart pounding and my blood pumping. Before I knew it, I was on all fours with my ass high and one cheek pressed against the mattress, my whole body and mind getting ready to receive the werewolf the same way as after every hunt, successful or not.

The walls trembled as the hulking beast dropped down the ladder and landed on the ground, and I bit my lip, looking at him in eager anticipation. However, something was off today as his brow was furrowed, his lips pressed tightly together, his golden eyes lacking their glow and luster, and his sheath showing not a hint of red as he walked toward me. Instead of climbing onto the bed behind me, he took a seat right beside me and scooped me up with his broad, fluffy paw, seating me atop his thigh.

James's somber mood finally rubbed off on me as his mind connected with mine, his anxiety enveloping me like a stream of icy water to crush my horny anticipation within seconds. And while my arousal dissipated, he lifted his other paw to gingerly reveal a red plastic lighter and a soggy leaflet with blurred silver letters and three mugshots. My heart skipped a beat as I spotted my own likeness among the portrait of James in each of his forms, and a chilling shiver raced down my spine as I deciphered the writing. It was a reward poster, offering a handsome sum to the hunter who managed to kill or incapacitate my mate.

Realizing the gravity of the situation, I nervously peered up into the werewolf's face, and he returned my gaze with a deep growl and gritted teeth. Patting my arm, he set me back down and left me with a single word, depart. Then, he rose up and hastily gathered whatever tools and utilities he could find, stacking everything on the bed. Inspired by his business, I soon followed his example and helped him load everything into our backpacks, spending the better part of the afternoon stashing the more robust equipment into his massive knapsack and the more delicate documents and objects into my bag. Obviously, we could only take a fraction of the stuff in the den along for the trip, limiting us to the most crucial items, the map, the documents, repair tools, a first aid kid, and a few rations of food.

However, as I helped the werewolf, part of me resisted the idea of abandoning yet another home, even if it was mostly just a hole in the ground. Besides, how bad could a lone lighter and a soggy leaflet be? "Wait a moment, James. D-do we really have to leave today?" I stammered, clutching his fur as he picked me up. "Can't we just... wait and see if they simply move past us? I mean, how is that group even supposed to find this hideout?"

No, James's answer was as curt as it was clear, leaving no room for interpretation. Instead, he slipped on his knapsack and handed me mine. Then, he carried me toward the ladder and opened the manhole cover with a spirited push, dousing the den's interior and my flower arrangements in the light of the afternoon sun one last time. Giving me one more moment to brace myself, he finally climbed out of the hole and ordered, navigate.

"Y-yeah, sure. Just head north for now," I responded, wincing slightly as the werewolf slammed the entrance shut. A few birds flew up as the heavy metal plate dropped into place, and when I looked over James's shoulder, a cover of moss and grass fully concealed the hatch in the ground, making it appear as if we had never been here. At least, it left me in the hope that our pursuers wouldn't discover and destroy it, but that was only a weak consolation for the pain that gripped my heart as he carried me away from that familiar clearing in the woods. Only three weeks had passed since our arrival, but that had still been enough to make it feel like home.

The first few minutes felt almost the same as every day before, as if this was just another outing into the lush green conifer forest around the underground hideout, even if it was a little later than usual with the sun almost kissing the horizon. But the familiar woods around us offered only a treacherous comfort, and the familiarity twisted the knife in my heart even further, tempting me to turn around and return to our den before it was too late.

At least the familiarity also meant that James didn't need directions yet, as he knew the best way north by heart, so I could bury my face in his soft black chest fur and close my eyes, trying to ignore what was happening while he pressed on like a migrating bird that returned from its wintering grounds in the south.

After an hour, the rushing of water suddenly reached my ears, and when I pulled my face away from the werewolf's chest, a vast river greeted me. The sun had already set, so its surface was little more than a dark, shimmering blur under the moonlit sky, but it still reminded me of a thick blue line on the map. The fact that this stream ran across the country and past my former hometown stirred another bout of wistfulness, but we luckily wouldn't spend much time here. According to the map and plan, the bend right to the north of the den featured a section of shallow water, a ford of agglomerated gravel reaching up to four feet below the glittering surface, and while it was too dangerous to cross for a tiny human, James was tall enough that he could cross the rushing river without breaking a sweat or getting any splashes of water on me or the backpacks.

Yet, traversing the river wasn't without its hazards. Yard by yard, the werewolf cautiously waded through the broad stream, always allowing the pebbles to settle beneath his feet before he took another step so as not to slip and fall with his precious load. Not to mention that we were completely out in the open. James cowered down as far as he could without dropping me into the waves, but even then, the moon was bright enough that anyone with the right equipment could spot us. However, for what it was worth, I couldn't detect any lights in the forest behind or in front of us, providing me with a shaky semblance of safety.

The moonlit night also transformed the woods into a shadow play of swaying silhouettes, masking what was left of the familiar grounds. Everything beyond this river would be new, and everything behind us nothing more but a memory as the werewolf finally stepped out of the water and onto dry soil. Halting after a few steps, he looked at me with a tilted head and a low, inquisitive growl, direction?

"Uhhh, one moment." I turned around and scanned the area ahead, but it looked very different from the markings on the paper map, so I had a hard time matching the dark outlines of the trees and landscape with the features on the map in my head. It took me another minute of consideration, then I finally pointed into the distance. "Head north-west, to that gap between the hills. Just north again from there."

James nodded, and followed my lead without hesitation, diving into the undergrowth to continue the trek onward. Minute after minute, mile after mile, we soon reached and passed the hillside, traversed another smaller river, and a deserted country road, the only sign of civilization in these boundless woods since our departure. Another larger, steeper hillside followed and while I maintained a rough idea of where we were, the knowledge of the map couldn't eliminate the feeling of being lost as we traveled through the vast woods, the ever-same pines and firs. At least we were making good progress, thanks in no small part to the werewolf's indomitable spirit, and I wondered how much further he wanted to go.

"Don't you need a rest soon? We've been traveling for hours," I finally remarked, gently tapping his chest.

James slowed his gait to look at me, but he didn't stop. He just shook his head with a quiet growl and carried on. Must move. Half an hour later, his answer remained the same, and since I was growing too exhausted to stay awake, I eventually settled against his chest and fell asleep to the mighty beat of his heart, spending another few hours in a light slumber while he continued northward following his instincts and the position of the stars.

By the time I awoke from my sleep again, something had changed, though. The steady rhythm of the werewolf's steps had ceased, and the area around us had changed from dense woods to barren, rocky terrain.

Of course, James immediately noticed when I regained consciousness, but he didn't stop me as I squirmed out of his hold, tracking me with a gentle smile while I explored the cliffside alcove high above the forest he had chosen as our resting place. After checking our packs and belongings, I sat down on the edge and took in the view of the nightly woods with a wistful sigh. So far from home, this place wasn't even on the map anymore.

My fledgling melancholy had no time to spread, though, because when I turned back to the werewolf, I was immediately distracted by the sight of his giant cock glistening in the moonlight. I reflexively began to salivate as I hadn't had any proper meal today, my stomach joining in with a loud rumble, and I swiftly forgot about everything else as I got onto all fours and crawled toward him, growing just as hard as him within seconds.

James grinned at my excitement and spread his arms, dragging me into a big hug against his broad, musclebound chest to let me bury my face in his thick, warm fluff again. In the same maneuver, he pressed his swollen fuck meat against my own cock and belly, making me feel those slow, powerful throbs while he slathered my chest with his hot, sticky pre. All the while, his broad paws roamed my back and groped my soft, round butt.

Finally, one of the werewolf's paws closed around my head, and he pushed me onto my knees, prodding my chin with the leaking tip of his taper. A short growl, that was all the encouragement I needed to grab his pulsing shaft and guide it to my lips. After greeting it with a fat, loving kiss, I opened up and pushed out my tongue, circling it around his glans to sample his salty sweat and pre. Together with his heavy musk, the mixture swiftly clouded my brain with lust and stoked a craving that had become intimately familiar to me: a ravenous hunger for more of his delicious juices.

James watched me with a hearty sigh as I extended my affection to the rest of his rod, my tongue dancing and whirling around his girth as I lapped up his aroma from every inch of his girth. All the while, his paw rested on my head, ruffling my hair while I slipped my slender muscle into the crevice between the base of his cock and his sheath, gorging myself on an assortment of even richer, sweatier flavors. He smacked his lips in appreciation when I buried my nose in his thick, musky black pubes, mindlessly huffing his raw, male scent, and he whacked his tail against the rocky ground as I slipped even further down and sucked on his furry balls, showering the huge, swollen orbs with licks and affection until they were drenched with my spit.

The beast let me have my fun with his endowments for another minute before he tightened his grip around my skull and pulled me back up, poking my lips with his oozing tip. My devotion wasn't cutting it anymore, he was hungry for more, a strand of saliva dangling from his muzzle as his golden eyes glowed with fiery arousal. Giving me but a second to brace myself, he thrust forward and filled my mouth with his tapered erection. After fitting in the first few inches with ease, his increasing girth soon began to stretch my jaw, and I gagged hard once his glans reached the back of my throat.

Only halfway in yet, James treated my reflexive response like an encouragement and slammed in the rest of his rod with a guttural growl, forcing another foot of cock meat down my gullet until my neck bulged from the sheer size of his girth. My eyes widened in shock and tears netted my cheek as it throbbed deep inside my throat, oozing hot pre right into my stomach, but at the same time, the forceful insertion sent a blissful shiver through my body and almost made me cum on the spot.

Of course, the tight, wet warmth of my throat alone wouldn't satisfy the horny werewolf. Hooked on the sensation, he wanted more, so he pulled my head back a few inches only to instantly ram his rod in again, over and over, making me gag and choke while he claimed my mouth. Every thrust was harder and faster than the last, sending my spit flying from my lips while he backed my messy slurps with greedy huffs and snorts.

Not even a minute later, James rose from the ground and bent over me, ogling me with a voracious grin while he grabbed my head with both paws. One brief breather, that was all I got before he started to pound my throat with the same bestial vigor as my ass, fucking me so hard that his swinging sack left a glowing red mark slapping against my chest.

This was the moment I broke. The addictive taste of James's cock, his immense girth, and superhuman strength overwhelmed my brain while he put me into my place, and I erupted with a wet, muffled gag. I couldn't move much within his vice grip, but that didn't stop my penis from flexing violently as I spurted my load all over his legs, painting his dark fur with streaks of glistening white.

The hot, sticky shower riled the werewolf up even more and he threw back his head, howling into the dark, cold night. Only seconds later, his call awoke the other lupine inhabitants of the wild woods and they joined him in his primal concert. My orgasmic squirming still wasn't enough to quench his surging arousal, though, and he realigned his grip once more. Reaching around my chest and thigh, he lifted me off the ground and suspended me in mid-air, holding me like a pocket pussy while he drilled me as hard and thoroughly as one, ramming his swollen canine cock down my throat in a merciless frenzy while the brutal pounding made me cum even harder, spraying ounce after ounce of seed onto the rocky floor until my nuts ran dry.

That wouldn't stop James's feral romp, though. My mate was still just warming up, and his stamina lasted for another few minutes of non-stop pounding, scrambling my sense of time and space as each and every one of his thrusts shook my slender body to the bone. Seconds, minutes, the woods and the night, the cold air wafting around my bare, sweaty butt and loose asshole stopped mattering as I was fully absorbed by his monstrous schlong and bestial passion. His heavy howls and grunts rang in my ears while his packed nuts tenderized my chest, leaving me nothing but the briefest gasps of musk-heavy, pheromone-laced air to launch my heavenly orgasm into even loftier heights.

For all I cared the werewolf could've fucked my face for another hour, or even until the end of time. But even the indomitable beast wouldn't last forever, and eventually, his breath became heavier, his thrusts more frantic, and his knot bashed against my lips as a thick, swollen reminder of his imminent orgasm. A few more brutal thrusts, another moment of mind-crushing stimulation, then he erupted with a thundering howl, rousing the other wolves of the woods once more as he slammed his rod down my gullet and claimed me as his bitch. Mine!

James's taper twitched and pulsed in my bulging throat, thrashing around as if it wanted to break free as he blasted rope after rope of thick, hot seed into my stomach, coating my insides with his cream, filling me up, and stuffing me beyond capacity in no time. My belly began to sag and swell from the sheer size of his load, but not a single drop could escape through my plugged throat as he fed me, his heavy nuts sloshing and gurgling while they churned up even more of his virile seed to satisfy my ravenous hunger many times over.

After another minute of ceaseless pumping and pulsing, the raging torrent finally ebbed and the werewolf extracted his turgid meat from my throat, his long pink tongue lolling from his muzzle as he sighed with deep satisfaction. Loosening his grip around my leg, he held me in front of his tensing taper and showered my chest and torso with a few more squirts of seed, coating my sweaty skin with his scent and marking me as his property for good measure.

Meanwhile, I recovered with deep gasps, filling my lungs with fresh air while my own orgasm slowly subsided, my mind clearing enough to realize just how much he had stuffed me. Every time the werewolf fed me, my belly ended up a little bigger, heavier, and rounder than before, and this night was no exception, leaving me more bloated than ever, stretched to my limits, yet happy and entirely satisfied that I wouldn't have to drink a gulp or eat a bite for almost another day. Cradling my cum belly with both hands, I licked the remaining semen of my lips and swallowed it with a blissful smile. "Thanks, James."

Thanks, love. The werewolf nodded at me with a toothy grin and cheery growl before he pulled me up against his chest, allowing me to cuddle up against his warm, comfortable fur and listen to his deep breath and heavy heartbeat. Love you. The warmth of his affection enveloped my mind as tightly as his big, furry arms, keeping me safe and sound as the sky slowly brightened with a fiery glow, the sun about to rise on the horizon. After traveling an afternoon and an entire night, James slumped back onto the rock, closed his eyes with a yawn, and swiftly slipped off to sleep. Wrapped in his embrace, I soon followed suit.