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That’s gotta be 8 inches, min! Miles thought, panicked, I can’t take that! It’ll rupture my spleen or something! Her train of thought was interrupted by Ryan placing his muzzle underneath her back and seemingly trying to roll her over, or at least gesture to it.
Miles got the hint and rolled over onto their stomach before propping herself up on her knees and elbows. They felt a full body shudder run through them as Ryan mounted her as if she were their bitch ready to be bred, but, luckily, she still had her pants on, so all she could feel back there amongst the warmth of Ryan’s waist area enveloping her own was his huge tapered cock sliding up and down their clothed ass, smearing pre all over, soaking, and almost definitely ruining her jogging pants.
“Fuck, R-Ryan, this is…” Miles knew he wouldn’t answer to his name even if he weren’t clouded in a haze of desperate lust, but it’s not like she would’ve wanted them to stop at all. She felt herself getting slightly lightheaded, whether from the large amount of body heat emanating from the giant wolf boxing her in or simply from the lack of blood flowing to her brain, as it was all being used up to cause her cock to pathetically throb against her underwear.
They could also hear their boyfriend above them panting and whining with the vigour of a pickup truck as his lower body thrusted in an uncannily steady rhythm. Her shoulders began to burn from holding herself up for so long, so she collapsed onto the bed, her face hitting the pillow with a soft “plomf” sound. Her knees, though, stayed in their positions, causing their back to arch in such a way that they couldn’t help feeling like a bit of a slut.
She held on to the cold pillow below her and mustered enough brain power to start thinking. Here she was, letting herself be used and humped by a gigantic glorified dog, and she was getting off on it. She didn’t know how much of the pre soaking her pants was hers vs Ryan’s. As her boyfriend wasn’t able to dirty talk her into oblivion like he normally would due to their state, she imagined his voice in her ear, telling her how disgustingly easy she was, and what a sickening display this must be.
Miles felt a familiar knot growing in her abdomen, and another, different type of knot growing at the end (or, beginning?) of Ryan’s anatomy. There’s no way I’m about to come in my pants from *this*, she thought, as the creature rubbed their bulbous knot against the cleft of her clothed ass. She groaned into the mattress, not realising she was grinding back against them, against their fat cock that was leaking all the way up her back, wetting her shirt as well.
“R-Ry… Fuck… ‘M…” They whined out, throbbing harder as they felt his blunt claws dragging against their hips digging into their skin over the fabric. She flinched when a big, cold drop of slobber fell onto her back right in the middle, and closed her eyes to picture how her boyfriend looks; a huffing, panting, slobbering mess (not that she was any more composed), rutting desperately against her pants. She bets the friction felt so good for the poor, pent up thing, he always gets so desperate when he turns. They’re immensely enjoying the thought of being his toy, a thing to be used whenever he gets like this, just a warm body for him to do as he pleases with. They’re a wild animal too, literally, like this. They wouldn’t spare any mind to making sure she’s okay, that she’s enjoying it, that she doesn’t hurt anywhere. She shudders.
The thoughts, the sensations, all became far too much. She brought a hand up between her legs to grind against her bulge for some relief as she feels the wolf’s own being pressed repeatedly against her. They bucked their hips, going back and forth between pressing forward against their hand and backward into her boyfriend’s hot thrusts. She moaned without abandon against the sheets, her mind emptying more and more as she got closer to coming, her senses instead being filled with the beast’s overwhelming scent, until finally she came. She lowered her hips down to fully lay on the bed, trying to catch her breath from coming as hard as she had probably done in her life. She heard a window-cracking whine from behind her and felt the bed move around with every step Ryan took, even more so when they plopped down to lay on their side.
“Wha…? Oh, y’ din’ come, puppy?” Ryan lays there, just panting, their tongue pistoning in and out of his open mouth, wetting the sheets with copious amounts of slobber. “Here, let me…” Miles, equally as winded as the werewolf, climbed over to him and took his cock in her hand, immediately starting to jerk them off, putting her entire arm into it. The reaction was instant, and the beast began whimpering and thrusting his hips into their fist.
This went on until Miles realised just her hand wouldn’t be enough to bring him to orgasm, so she laid her head on the bed facing their huge cock, and cautiously gave it a little lick. Almost the moment she put her tongue on the creature, they felt big paws on the back of their head pushing her forward and forcing her to take the huge, red cock all the way down her throat, their lips pressing around the crease where his knot began.
Caught off guard by this sudden obstruction in her oesophagus, she coughed and choked and gagged, the werewolf above her not seeming to mind the way her teeth pressed deep into his soft flesh with every movement. He is a big ass wolf, of course, a carnivorous beast of the night with a body immune to knifes and regular bullets, why should he be sensitive to a set of some tiny omnivore teeth?
Ryan started thrusting his hindquarters back and forth in small desperate movements, whining loudly as he humped her throat. There was nothing she could do to stop or slow the giant wolf using her mouth no matter how much she instinctively pushed against his hips or tightened her jaw to scrape her teeth against their length as they fucked her mouth. She had to swallow every few seconds to accommodate the sheer amount of precum he leaked down her throat. I’ll be surprised if my stomach isn’t distended when we’re done, all this werewolf cum I’m drinking, they would think, if they had the ability. Instead her brain was all fuzzy, her vision starting to spot at the lack of oxygen. They were lightheaded and weak, and could only lie there as the creature used her throat like a doll for his pleasure, or relief.
Miles had had her eyes shut as tears flowed from them down her cheeks, but she cautiously opened one when she felt her boyfriend stopping his movements for just a second, buried completely in her mouth, and then widened both when he started pushing his cock further inside. Is he-!? Knotting my- They let out a muffled shout as their jaw started to be pried open just a little as Ryan stuffed his knot between her teeth, which grazed his flesh all the way until he had successfully knotted her mouth. She breathed rapidly through her nose, on the verse of unconsciousness, and did her best to swallow around what had to have been 12 inches at the very least of werewolf cock stuffing her mouth and throat. Out of curiosity and impulse, she brought a hand up to wrap gently around her neck, and just as they thought, they could feel him from the outside, filling their throat to the absolute brim. Oh, God, did she just feel them throb? She also felt a big rush of pre shooting straight down her throat, she figured they must be getting close. In fact, she hoped. Prayed even, a little bit.
Luckily, her hopes had come true, as his orgasm hit him like a freight train, Ryan started unleashing what, to Miles, felt like gallons of come straight down her throat, her swallowing frantically to try to make sure it all got down. She gripped the sheets tight as she soldiered through all the way until the last drops of come had run down her throat. She swallowed some more as she felt him attempting to tug his cock out from between her teeth. She struggled to take a breath before opening her mouth real wide to help him pull out, and as he did a string of saliva and come connected his tip and her tongue. Miles promptly closed her mouth and started rubbing her jaw, mewling at the aching. Ryan, as if he had taken notice, stood up, still panting, and walked around the bed to face them, and started licking their cheek affectionately, his tail wagging away behind him. She giggled hoarsely and placed her arm around him, scratching his back, as he continued covering her face in slobbery kisses, and she used the sheet below to wipe it all off her face. She then placed her hands on his cheeks, scratching his fur slowly, as she looked tenderly into his eyes.
“Feel better, big guy?” She asked in almost a whisper, amazed that she was still able to speak. The beast blinked down at her, sitting politely, hunched over so his head doesn’t hit the ceiling. He looked down and noticed her tummy, craning his neck forward to press his nose against her stomach, in turn pushing her over on her back. This only led to her boyfriend poking and prodding even more with his muzzle to see how much her belly sloshed from all the liquid. “Oh wow… Mmgh, you did cum a lot… I didn’t know it could fill me up this much,” She murmured, bringing her hand down and feeling how distended her stomach had become. "That’s kinda hot… Mmaybe you could breed me next time? Hehe,” Ryan’s ears perked up and he started licking her stomach over her shirt, as a way to show that he did indeed like that idea, he liked it very very much.
“I love you,” She said with a voice still scratchy from the mistreatment of her throat, but to Ryan it might as well have been as soft as honey. He licked her nose once, then laid down, laying his chin on her chest with a large huff, as if saying, ‘I love you too’. He’d just have to wait till the full moon is over to be able to tell her in person.