Liam breathed in the crisp forest air, his senses alive with the symphony of nature around him. The towering trees swayed gently in the breeze, their leaves whispering secrets to one another. Birds chirped melodiously, punctuating the serene silence with bursts of song. He paused, taking in the breathtaking panorama before him—a tapestry of greens and browns, dotted with splashes of wildflowers.
Closing his eyes, Liam wished he could freeze this moment, escape the relentless demands of his life as a rugby star. The constant scrutiny, the fans’ expectations, the never-ending noise of the world—all seemed distant here, muffled by the dense foliage. He sighed, a contented smile playing on his lips. “If only I could stay like this forever,” he murmured to himself, the words barely audible over the rustle of leaves.
Time slipped by unnoticed as Liam immersed himself in the tranquillity of the forest. The sun climbed higher, its rays filtering through the canopy to dapple the ground with light. It was midday already, but Liam hadn’t noticed the shift from morning to afternoon. His watch beeped softly, reminding him of the passage of time, but he dismissed it with a shrug.
At a junction where the trail forked, Liam hesitated for a moment before choosing the left path. The forest grew denser, the underbrush thicker, but Liam pressed on, his curiosity piqued by the unknown. After hiking close to another mile, he emerged into a clearing. At its centre stood a group of rocks, weathered by time, surrounded by the unbroken wall of the forest.
The trail ended here, leaving Liam standing at the edge of the open space. His body was drenched with sweat, each movement sending droplets cascading down his skin. The scent of his exertion hung heavy in the air, a primal reminder of his physicality. With a casual motion, he removed his top, draping it over the waistband of his shorts.
His upper body was a testament to his rigorous training, muscles defined and tanned by the sun. Rivulets of sweat traced paths down his torso, glistening in the sunlight. Beads of sweat clung to his sharp, prominent nipples, begging for attention. His six-pack was clearly defined, each abdominal muscle glistening with moisture. Even his shorts were soaked through, clinging to his thighs.
Liam decided to take a break, his body craving sustenance and rest. He rummaged through his backpack, pulling out a sandwich, a protein bar, and some fruit. The rocks in the clearing caught his eye; they had flat surfaces that looked inviting. Despite the midday sun, the rocks were not overly hot, thanks to the dense foliage providing partial shade. Liam felt a sense of relief as he touched the cool stone.
He sat down, enjoying his snack and sipping water from his bottle. The simple meal tasted divine after the hike. Once finished, he eyed the largest rock with the flattest surface. It seemed perfect for a brief nap. Climbing up, he lay down, folding his arms behind his head to relax.
As he settled in, Liam caught a whiff of his own scent from his drenched armpits. It was musky, a potent reminder of his exertion. This smell always intrigued him; it was raw and undeniably masculine. Liam had a fetish for such man smells, especially at the gym where the musk and funk of hot, sweaty studs filled the air. It never failed to give him a huge boner, forcing him to hide his arousal discreetly.
Now, alone in the forest, he allowed himself to indulge. He lifted his arm, bringing his nose close to his armpit. The smell was intense, a dirty and raunchy aroma that turned him on. Liam’s cock stiffened beneath his shorts as he inhaled deeply, savouring the funk. He imagined himself back at the gym, surrounded by other men whose scents mingled with his own.
Liam’s cock had swelled to an impressive 9 inches, thick and throbbing, straining against the fabric of his shorts. The pressure was unbearable; his erection demanded release. With a swift motion, he tugged down his shorts, freeing his manhood. His cock stood erect, precum glistening on the tip, a testament to his arousal. The breeze caressed his exposed flesh, carrying the pungent scent of his sweat-soaked balls, adding to the raw, primal atmosphere.
He wrapped his hand around his shaft, feeling the heat radiating from his flesh. Starting at the base, he stroked upwards, rubbing the head with deliberate care. A dollop of sticky precum emerged, and he wiped it onto his fingers, examining its syrupy consistency. Bringing his fingers to his mouth, he slurped the precum, moaning softly at the taste—salty, tangy, and unmistakably masculine.
With one hand firmly gripping his cock, he used the other to cradle his balls. He squeezed them gently at first, then more forcefully, tugging and pulling, relishing the sensation. Liam has been naturally smooth, except for the small spread of pubes. He likes enjoying the feel of his skin against his fingers, although he always fancy the hairy studs as he believes the hairy men are the epitome of masculinity. He then started to massage the area below his sac, bringing his fingers to his nose, inhaling deeply the musky scent of his own sweat. A low moan escaped him as he indulged in the aroma.
Switching his attention to his chest, Liam began to squeeze his strong pecs, pinching and stretching his nipples. He scratched the points with his nails, imagining a hot stud sucking and biting them. The thought sent shivers down his spine. “I wish I could lactate,” he whispered to himself, “so some hot stud could nurse on my pecs, drink my hot milk like a baby, munching on these hot tits.” The dirty, kinky fantasy fuelled his arousal further.
As he continued to stroke his cock, his movements grew more urgent. Each squeeze of his balls, each pinch of his nipples, brought him closer to the edge. The forest around him faded away, leaving only the raw sensations and his vivid imagination.
Hidden behind a thick bush, Drake watched Liam’s wanton display with a primal hunger. His beard was unkempt, and his long hair wild, framing a face that looked like it hadn’t seen a razor in weeks. His chest was covered in a thick mat of hair, his nipples protruding sharply through the thicket. Below, his eight-pack was defined, leading down to a 9-inch cock that stood hard as nails, precum dripping from its tip like a faucet.
Drake felt a surge of dominance seeing Liam so aroused, his body glistening with sweat, every movement a testament to his raw desire. He wanted to claim Liam right there, taste the sweat and musk that clung to his smooth, hard body. The thought made his own cock twitch, more precum seeping out.
Meanwhile, Liam’s exploration took a new turn. He brought the hand that had been teasing his nipples down to his asshole, which was just as smooth as the rest of him. The contrast between his tanned skin and the dark, forbidden spot was stark, the wrinkled flesh guarding his entrance seeming even more enticing. He started scratching at his ass lips, moaning softly before slowly inserting his fingertips into the hot cavern using the sweat gathered around the wrinkled flesh as a lubricant.
Liam started to insert his fingertips up to the first knuckle, slowly fucking his asshole, stimulating the nerve endings. Bringing his fingers to his nose, he inhaled deeply, the smell of his ass completely different from his ball sweat or armpits—it was dirtier, funkier, a strong scent that always acted as an aphrodisiac for him. Liam’s mind was a whirlwind of filthy thoughts, each more depraved than the last. He always wished that his body was hairier, especially his asshole. He had always harboured a deep, unquenchable desire for hairy guys and would fantasise about the coarse, untamed hair of a hot stud’s ass. The dirtier, the better—he craved the primal essence that only a hairy ass could offer.
His cock throbbed with anticipation as he imagined burying his face in a thicket of wild, hairy asshole, the musky scent of another man’s sweat and sex filling his nostrils.
He fantasized about the taste, the way the hair would tickle his lips as he dove in, licking and sucking at the dirty hole. The thought of the tangy, pungent flavour made his mouth water. Liam believed wholeheartedly that the hairier the asshole, the better it taste and smell. It was a forbidden fruit, and he was eager to devour it.
His hand moved with increased fervour on his shaft, stroking in time with his salacious thoughts. “Fuck, I want to eat a real man’s ass,” he groaned, his voice thick with lust. “I want to bury my face in there, lick every inch, taste the sweat that’s soaked into those coarse strands.”
The image of a wild, bearded face flashed before his eyes, his long hair framing a rugged visage that screamed dominance. Liam imagined that man’s ass was covered in thick hair, the dark curls matted with sweat. He wanted to spread those cheeks wide, expose the hidden ass hole, and dive in with abandon. “I want you to sit on my face, smother me with your hairy ass. I wanna feel the hair against my tongue, hear you moan as I fuck your dirty hole,” Liam whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. His fingertips continued to piston in and out of his hot ass, fingering it thoroughly, and he would trace the outline of his own asshole, teasing the puckered flesh from time to time. He imagined him teasing the wild man’s pussy, the sensation driving him wild. “Hairy assholes are the best,” he muttered, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “The dirtier, the better. Give me that dirty, hairy hole, let me feast on your filth.”
Liam then brought his fingers back to his mouth and started to lick and suck them, drenching them in spit. He then inserted them into his ass chute, starting to finger his hot pussy. He thrust deeper, trying to locate his prostate. When he found it, he jolted with pleasure, then began to finger-bang his asshole hard and fast, all the while stroking his cock hard. Cursing loudly, knowing no one could hear him, he imagined a hot, hung stud fucking his asshole, destroying it. The dirty, crude thoughts fuelled his actions, and he increased his speed, each thrust and stroke bringing him closer to release.
As Liam approached climax, his fingers thrusting rapidly into his asshole while he jacked his cock, Drake’s control over his inner wolf began to wane. The sight of Liam’s wanton display was too much for the beast within him. “Claim him! Make him ours! Look at our mate begging for us to fuck him!”, his inner wolf started to growl and shout at Drake, prancing menacingly and impatiently. The relentless war between Drake’s human side and his animal side has finally taken a toll. Drake’s body tensed, muscles rippling under his skin as the transformation began. His nails grew sharper and larger, becoming lethal claws. His face contorted, bones shifting as a snout pushed forward, his eyes glowing with an otherworldly light.
The change was violent, the werewolf within breaking free. Drake’s howl tore through the forest, a sound so primal and terrifying that it silenced every creature around. The howl resonated, a deep, guttural noise that seemed to shake the very ground beneath Liam’s feet. His arousal vanished instantly, replaced by a bone-deep fear as he realized he was not alone.
Drake’s transformation completed, he stood now as a monstrous hybrid of man and wolf. His body was a mass of muscle and fur, his canine cock protruding from its sheath, standing erect at an impressive 12 inches. The red, shiny surface glistened with pre-fluid, a testament to his unbridled lust.
Liam’s heart raced as the sudden howl shattered the tranquillity of the forest. Every sound seemed to vanish, replaced by an ominous silence that pressed heavily against his eardrums. A primal fear began to crawl up his body, goosebumps rising on his skin as if reacting to the chill of impending danger. His inner voice screamed at him to flee, to abandon this place immediately, but his legs felt rooted to the spot, paralysed by terror.
Then, through the dense foliage, a towering figure emerged, its movements fluid yet menacing. It was Drake, now a monstrous hybrid of man and wolf, his eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. The beast sniffed the air, its growls low and threatening, sending shivers down Liam’s spine. The werewolf’s appearance was terrifying; its fur matted and wild, muscles rippling under its skin, and claws sharp enough to tear through flesh with ease.
Liam’s mind raced, a whirlwind of panic and disbelief. “What the hell is that?” he thought, his eyes wide with terror as the monstrous figure loomed over him. The werewolf’s towering height, easily over eight feet, made Liam feel like a mere child in comparison. “Fucker is huge,” he muttered under his breath, his body trembling uncontrollably. The creature’s menacing presence was overwhelming, its glowing eyes fixed on him with an intensity that sent shivers down his spine.
“This can’t be real,” Liam thought, his heart pounding in his chest. But the sheer size and menace of the werewolf left no room for doubt. Every instinct screamed at him to run, to escape this nightmare, but his legs felt rooted to the spot, paralysed by fear. “I’m gonna die here,” he realized, a cold dread settling in his gut. The werewolf’s low growls reverberated through the clearing, each sound a reminder of the primal danger he faced.
The werewolf’s presence was overwhelming, a force of nature that demanded submission and feared nothing. Liam’s previous desires and fantasies were washed away by a stark, primal survival instinct. All he could think was, “Fuck, this is it. This is how I die.”
Then, Liam’s eyes widened in horror as he caught sight of the monstrous erection protruding from Drake’s sheath. The canine cock was enormous, dripping with pre-fluid, and seemed to pulse with a life of its own. “What the hell is that?” Liam thought, his mind racing with fearful thoughts. “Is that a cock? Why the fucker is hard?”
His heart pounded in his chest, each beat echoing the terror that gripped him. “Is he gonna fuck me to death then eat me, or eat me first and then fuck my dead body?” The thoughts raced through his head, each one more terrifying than the last. The sheer size of the beast’s erection was overwhelming, a stark reminder of the primal danger he faced.
Drake, now fully transformed into the werewolf, began to stalk Liam like a predator. His movements were fluid, each step bringing him closer to his terrified prey. Saliva dripped from the werewolf’s snout as he closed the distance, his growls low and menacing. Liam’s fear was palpable, his body trembling uncontrollably. He felt as though he was about to lose control of his bowels and bladder, such was his terror.
The werewolf closed in, its nose twitching as it began to sniff at Liam’s feet. Slowly, it moved upwards, its attention shifting to Liam’s balls and flaccid, yet still impressive, 5-inch cock. The precum lingered on the tip, mingling with the sweat that coated his balls. The werewolf’s growls deepened, but remained quiet, as if savouring the scent.
Liam was petrified, convinced that any movement would result in the beast tearing off his genitals and devouring them. However, his body jolted with surprise when the werewolf’s massive, 6-inch tongue emerged, dragging across his balls and cock. The sensation was unlike anything Liam had ever experienced; the rough, wet texture of the tongue sent shivers up his spine.
Gradually, Liam found himself caught between terror and a bizarre arousal. His cock began to harden once more, precum flowing anew. The werewolf slurped and licked noisily, making sounds of appreciation for the taste. Liam’s mind raced with thoughts, “Fuck, this is insane! My dick’s getting hard again? Shit, this beast is gonna eat me alive, but damn, that tongue feels wild.” He couldn’t believe what was happening—his cock and balls being licked by a mythological beast. Despite his fear, he decided that if this was how he was going to die, he might as well embrace it. “If I’m gonna go out, might as well go out with a bang,” he thought, his inner voice tinged with a mix of resignation and unexpected thrill.
The werewolf’s massive tongue wrapped around Liam’s hard cock, licking and sucking with a surprising gentleness despite its sharp teeth. Liam felt an intense arousal building as he began to thrust his hips, fucking the werewolf’s snout. The sound of the blowjob was wet and slurpy, each lick and suck echoing in the clearing. Liam’s cock now lodged deep in the werewolf’s snout; his sensitive cockhead was being dragged along the roof of it where he could feel a row of ridges adorning the surface, stimulating his whole cock thoroughly. His cock is now slick with the werewolf’s saliva and his own precum. “Fuck, yeah, just like that, you beast!” he groaned, thrusting harder into the creature’s mouth, dragging his cock on the roof of its snout, chasing out his orgasm. He was on the verge of his peak when abruptly, the werewolf released him, its grip shifting to his cock and balls, squeezing tightly.
“Ah, shit! What the fuck, man?” Liam shouted, pain and frustration lacing his voice. “You hairy bastard, why’d you stop? I was almost there!” He writhed under the werewolf’s hold, his face contorted with a mix of agony and desperation.
“Come on, you mutt, don’t tease me like this!” Liam demanded, his words sharp and urgent. “Get back to my dick, you animal. Finish what you started!” His voice cracked with raw emotion, a blend of fear and lust driving his commands.
“I swear, if you don’t start sucking my cock again, I’ll—” Liam’s threat was cut off by another squeeze, tighter this time. “Okay, okay, just let go, please! You win, you savage. Just keep going, damn it!”
The werewolf’s eyes gleamed with a feral satisfaction, but it loosened its grip slightly, allowing Liam to breathe easier. “That’s it, you wild dog,” Liam panted, his tone a mix of resignation and renewed arousal. “Show me how you beasts do it. Make me your bitch.”
But then the werewolf’s menacing growl filled the air, its presence towering over Liam. Liam began to realise the mistake he made by calling the magnificent beast a dog. His heart pounded wildly as he tried to placate the beast with false bravado, tinged with nervousness. “Hey, buddy,” he stammered, his voice quivering slightly, “easy now, let’s not get all worked up. I’m just kidding, you know?”
But the werewolf only growled harder, its eyes fixed on him with an intensity that made Liam’s blood run cold. He gasped loudly, his mouth opening wide in shock. Seizing the opportunity, the werewolf lunged forward, thrusting its long tongue deep into Liam’s opened mouth. Taken completely by surprise, Liam felt the rough texture of the tongue invade his mouth.
The werewolf’s saliva began to pour into Liam’s mouth like a relentless faucet, flooding his senses. The thick, viscous spit filled his mouth completely, forcing him to gulp it down reflexively. As it slid down his throat, he couldn’t help but think, “Fuck, this shit is gross! What the hell is this? It feels like I’m swallowing snot or something.” The unusual texture coated his throat, making him gag slightly, but he suppressed it, knowing any reaction might enrage the beast.
Despite the initial disgust, the aphrodisiac effect of the werewolf’s spit soon kicked in, sending a wave of light-headedness through him. His thoughts began to shift, becoming more primal and lustful. “Damn, this weird-ass spit is turning me on? Fuck, I must be losing it,” he thought, his mind racing with crude fantasies. “Maybe I should just go with it. Kissing that hairy mutt might not be so bad… Shit, and that tongue? If it’s as wild as the rest of him, it could be insane.”
As the werewolf continued to thrust its long tongue deeper into Liam’s mouth, he found himself involuntarily moaning, the mix of fear and arousal overwhelming his senses. “Yeah, you savage, fuck my mouth with your tongue,” he thought, his inner voice growing louder, drowning out the remnants of his fear. “Make me your bitch, you wild dog. I’m all yours.”
The werewolf’s relentless tongue thrusting into Liam’s mouth stirred a storm of conflicting emotions and desires within him. As the beast continued its savage assault, images began to flicker through Liam’s mind, each one more explicit and depraved than the last. He saw himself on his knees, the monstrous canine cock towering above him like a fleshy totem pole. The sight of it, thick and veiny, glistening with precum, sent a shiver of raw lust down his spine.
“Fuck, why am I even thinking this?” Liam wondered, his mind a whirlwind of confusion and raw desire. “That beast’s cock is monstrous, but damn, it’s turning me on like crazy.” The image of the huge canine penis loomed large in his thoughts, its size both terrifying and incredibly enticing. “Imagine swallowing that whole thing, feeling it stretch your throat, filling you up with its hot, wild taste.” The thought was intoxicating, making his cock twitch in response.
His thoughts began to blur, the line between fear and lust dissolving into a trance-like state. “Shit, I can’t get that image out of my head,” he muttered to himself, his voice thick with arousal. “I want to taste it, feel it sliding down my throat, hear the beast moan as I take it all.” The more he thought about it, the more obsessed he became. “Fuck, I need to suck that cock,” he thought, his inner voice growing louder, drowning out any remnants of reason. “I gotta have it in my mouth, feel it throb against my lips.”
The werewolf seemed to sense the shift in Liam’s mind, its instincts honed by centuries of primal desires. It then moved with predatory grace, positioning its huge canine cock right at his mouth, Liam’s mind was a haze of lustful thoughts. The cock looked like a reddened, tasty morsel to him, shiny with precum. When the drops of precum fell into his lips and mouth, he instinctively licked them, his mind becoming a haze with only thoughts of sucking and gorging on the canine cock.
Liam’s tongue darted out eagerly, licking the monstrous werewolf cock with a fervour that bordered on madness. The taste was unlike anything he had ever experienced—a mix of musky fur and raw, animalistic lust that sent shivers down his spine. “Fuck, this tastes dirty as hell,” he thought, his mind racing with crude, jock-like fantasies. “It’s like I’m tasting pure, unfiltered beastliness. Goddamn, it’s turning me on so much.”
He began to suckle on the huge cock, his mouth working tirelessly to take in as much of the beast as possible. The slippery surface, coated with precum, made it easier for Liam to deep throat the monstrous erection. Each gulp was accompanied by a slurp, the sounds echoing in the clearing, adding to the raunchy atmosphere. “Shit, this dick is fucking huge,” he cursed between sucks, his voice muffled by the thick shaft. “You hairy bastard, feed me more of that nasty meat. Fuck my throat with your beast cock.”
Liam’s actions grew more desperate, each suck and lick punctuated by crude commands. “That’s it, you mutt, give me all that dirty dog dick,” he growled, his tone dripping with lust and defiance. “I want to feel every inch of your filthy cock sliding down my throat. Make me your bitch, you wild beast.”
The werewolf responded with low, guttural sounds of pleasure, its hips thrusting forward in sync with Liam’s hungry mouth. Each movement was primal and raw, the encounter escalating into a frenzy of lust and dominance. “Yeah, you love this, don’t you?” Liam taunted, pausing briefly to catch his breath. “You love feeling my throat wrapped around your monster cock. Keep going, you savage. Fuck my throat harder.”
As Liam resumed his assault on the werewolf’s cock, his thoughts grew even more explicit. “Imagine swallowing this whole thing,” he mused, his inner voice growing louder, drowning out any remnants of reason. “Feeling it stretch my throat, filling me up with its hot, wild taste. Fuck, I can’t get enough of this dirty dog meat.”
The scene escalated into a frenzy of raw, primal intensity as the werewolf began to inject more potent precum into Liam’s throat. The viscous fluid flowed relentlessly, filling his mouth and sliding down his gullet. Liam’s body shuddered with each gulp, his mind awash with the intoxicating effects of the aphrodisiac. “Damn, this shit is potent! What the hell is this? It feels like I’m swallowing honey or something,” he thought, his voice thick with arousal as he made deep, guttural moans with every taste of the precum.
The unusual texture coated his throat, rendering him into a trance-like state where sex was the only thought occupying his mind. His thoughts hazed, consumed by an insatiable desire to gorge himself on the canine cock. Images of the werewolf fucking him like a bitch, using him like a cum-dump, flooded his consciousness. “Fuck, I need more of this dirty dog dick,” he growled, his inner voice dripping with raw lust. “I gotta have it all in my mouth, feel it throb against my lips.”
In a display of dominance, the werewolf seized Liam’s head with one of its massive paw-like hands, grabbing his hair in a tight fist. Liam’s grip tightened around the werewolf’s legs as his upper body was lifted above the ground. The beast then began to skull fuck Liam with brutal force, using his mouth and throat like a pussy. Each thrust was accompanied by wet, slurping sounds, echoing through the clearing.
Liam’s body jerked violently, his face contorted with a mix of pleasure and pain as he choked on the huge beastly cock. He made guttural noises, struggling to breathe when the massive erection plugged his throat completely. Occasionally, he would thrash wildly, desperate for air and the werewolf would relent slightly, easing its canine cock to allow Liam to catch his breath before resuming its brutal assault on his throat.
The werewolf’s growls and snarls filled the air, each sound a testament to its primal satisfaction. Liam coughed and retched, the sounds mingling with the wet smacking of flesh against flesh. It was evident from the way Liam’s throat bulged with each thrust that the huge canine cock was going deep into his throat.
However, the werewolf’s relentless assault on Liam’s throat came to an abrupt halt. With a powerful motion, it flipped Liam onto his fours, the sudden shift leaving him disoriented and dazed. His face was a mask of hazy lust, drool mixing with the sweat that dripped from his chin.
The werewolf then seized control, pressing Liam’s head and chest hard against the ground with one massive hand. Its grip was unyielding, forcing Liam’s face into the dirt, where he tasted the bitterness of grass and mud. Simultaneously, the beast used its knees to spread Liam’s legs as wide as possible, bending his hips upward in a submissive arch. Liam’s body now resembled that of a whore begging for penetration, his buttocks exposed and vulnerable.
With a primal growl, the werewolf extended its long tongue and began to tongue fuck Liam’s hot hole. The rough texture of its tongue sent shockwaves of pleasure through him as it probed deep inside. The werewolf injected more spit into the slippery canal, making it even wetter and causing Liam to become delirious with arousal. “Oh fuck, yes! Lick my dirty hole, you mutt! Make me your bitch!” he screamed, his voice echoing through the clearing.
Liam’s body writhed with a desperate urgency, his asslips pushing outward as he willed his hole to open wider. The muscles around his asshole relaxed, allowing the werewolf’s long, prehensile tongue to slip deeper into his depths. Each thrust of the beast’s tongue sent waves of pleasure coursing through him, the rough texture massaging his insides with relentless fervour. The werewolf responded to Liam’s pleas with guttural moans and growls, its primal sounds echoing through the clearing. Its teeth gripped Liam’s buttocks hard and firm, holding him steady while its tongue continued its savage exploration. The sensation of the beast’s teeth on his flesh added an edge of raw excitement to the encounter, making Liam feel both vulnerable and exhilarated. “Eat my pussy, you wild mutt!” Liam shouted, his voice hoarse with lust. “Fuck my hole with your tongue! Deeper, you beast! I need it so bad!” His words were crude and commanding, each syllable dripping with desire. He could feel the werewolf’s spit filling his ass, the viscous fluid adding to the wetness and making his hole even more inviting. The raunchy scene escalated into a frenzy of raw, primal intensity as the werewolf continued its savage assault on Liam’s asshole. With each thrust of its tongue, Liam felt himself sinking deeper into a haze of lustful thoughts, his mind consumed by the overwhelming sensations. The werewolf’s dominance was total, its primal instincts driving it to claim Liam completely, to make him its own in every sense.
And then the werewolf’s grip on Liam’s head loosened as it repositioned itself, now using both massive hands to hoist his hips higher. This manoeuvre angled his spread buttocks dramatically upward, leaving his asshole prominently exposed. With deliberate force, the beast spread Liam’s buttocks even wider apart, causing his hole to gape open invitingly. Through gritted teeth, Liam unleashed a torrent of crude pleas and curses. “You gonna fuck me, you filthy dog? Gonna fuck me raw, you hairy beast? Go ahead, you bastard! Plow my pussy with your cock! I need it deep and brutal!” he roared, each word dripping with feverish desire. “No mercy, mutt! Tear into my asshole! Claim me completely!”
With a shift in focus, the werewolf directed its monstrous canine cock towards Liam’s exposed rear. It dragged the bulbous tip along his asslips, smearing precum into a slick trail that glistened under the dim light. The sensation was electrifying yet daunting as the precum coated his puckered entrance. Gradually, the werewolf inched the cone-shaped tip into Liam’s asshole. The initial penetration was agonizing; Liam gasped sharply from the intense stretch. His asshole had never encountered such size before, stretched painfully wide by the beast’s girth. “Shit, it hurts!” he exclaimed, his voice edged with pain. Despite this, as the werewolf pushed deeper, injecting more precum into his rectum, a tingling warmth began to override the discomfort. Fuelled by this new sensation, Liam pressed back onto the invading cock with increasing urgency. “Ram it in, you cunt! Widen my pussy!” he demanded fiercely, his voice thickening with mounting lust..
The werewolf’s massive canine cock, slick with precum, pressed insistently against Liam’s puckered asshole. With a slow, deliberate push, the beast began to force its way in, stretching Liam’s tight hole wider than it had ever been. Liam’s body tensed as he felt the pain of penetration, his asslips straining under the immense pressure. “Fuck, you’re tearing me apart!” he cried out, his voice a mix of agony and raw desire.
As the werewolf continued to thrust, the pain slowly gave way to a throbbing sensation of fullness. The beast’s cock was relentless, each inch that disappeared into Liam’s ass stretched him further. “Oh god, it’s so big!” Liam gasped, his curses turning into desperate moans. “You hairy bastard, stretch my pussy wide!”
With each passing moment, the werewolf increased its pace, pistoning its cock in and out of Liam’s ass with brutal efficiency. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the clearing, punctuated by Liam’s increasingly vulgar shouts. “Fuck me harder, you mutt! Pound my hole!” he yelled, his voice hoarse with lust. “I’m your bitch now, use me!”
The werewolf’s movements grew more aggressive, its hips slamming into Liam’s buttocks with force that made the air crackle. All the while, various fluids—ass juices, spit, precum—squirted from Liam’s stretched asshole with every thrust, creating a messy froth around the base of the werewolf’s cock. The obscene noises of squelching and gushing filled the air, adding to the raw intensity of the scene.
Liam’s body jerked violently with each impact, his asshole visibly gaping and leaking fluids down his thighs. The werewolf’s cock was smeared with the mixture of gunk, glistening under the dim light as it plunged deeper into Liam’s abused hole. “Yeah, keep fucking me like that! Make my asshole squirt!” Liam screamed, his words dripping with degradation and arousal. The werewolf responded with a low growl, its primal instincts driving it to claim Liam completely, to make him its own in every sense.
Then the werewolf’s canine cock, already monstrous in size, began to transform as the knot started to form at its base. The knot swelled visibly, a thick bulbous mass that promised an even deeper penetration. Its appearance was intimidating, the flesh taut and veiny, pulsing with the beast’s mounting arousal. As it relentlessly banged into Liam’s stretched asshole, the knot pressed further, each thrust forcing his asslips wider.
With a sudden burst, the knot forced its way inside Liam’s asshole, causing him to scream in blinding pain. His asslips stretched beyond their limit, tearing at the corners with blood dribbling down. The knot was now lodged firmly inside, and with each thrust, it stimulated Liam’s prostate, inflaming it with unbearable pain and pleasure.
The werewolf then leaned heavily onto Liam’s back, its whole body covering him. It snarled and growled near his face, its hot breath wafting into Liam’s nostrils. It started to bite and suck Liam’s neck and shoulder, growling menacingly. Liam could feel small dribbles of blood flowing from the bite marks, the area starting feel burning. The beast then began to lick Liam’s head, cheek, and mouth. It’s tongue continued to swipe across Liam’s mouth. Liam instinctively opened its mouth and the werewolf’s tongue entered his mouth. Liam then started to suck on the beastly tongue, drinking down the spit.
The werewolf was knot fucking Liam’s distended asshole, its buttocks pistoning rapidly and appeared blurry. The knot started to drag the inside of Liam’s hot ass with every movement, constantly assaulting his prostate. The sensations were a mix of agony and ecstasy that left Liam gasping for breath. “Fuck, you hairy bastard! Knot me harder!” he screamed, his voice hoarse with lust and pain.
The werewolf’s relentless pounding of Liam’s asshole grew more ferocious with each passing second. The knot, now fully embedded inside him, dragged the insides of his asshole along with every brutal thrust, causing a relentless assault on his prostate. Liam’s screams became a chaotic mix of agony and ecstasy, his words devolving into incoherent gibberish as the pain and pleasure melded into a singular, overwhelming sensation.
With each thrust, the knot pushed deeper, the friction and pressure building to an unbearable level. Liam’s body convulsed uncontrollably, his muscles tensing and releasing in waves. The constant assault on his prostate sent shocks of pleasure coursing through him, culminating in an explosive orgasm that left him gasping for air.
Liam’s cock, hard and throbbing, began to spurt cum uncontrollably. Each shot was loud and forceful, landing on the ground beneath him in thick, white spats. His screams intensified with each release, his voice hoarse and raw from the intensity of his climax. “Ahhh! Fuck! I’m coming, coming! Yes! More!” he yelled, each word punctuated by another powerful burst of cum.
Despite Liam’s explosive orgasm, the werewolf showed no signs of relenting. Its hips continued to slam into him with savage force, the knot still deeply embedded in his asshole. The beast’s snarls and growls filled the air, each sound a testament to its unyielding dominance. Its muscles rippled and undulated along its back, a visual display of raw power as it pounded into Liam. The werewolf’s buttocks pistoned in and out of Liam’s ass like a blur, each thrust accompanied by obscene squelching sounds as fuck juices squirted from his stuffed asslips. The scene was a frenzy of raw, primal intensity, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Liam screamed, his voice hoarse with a mix of pain and pleasure as the werewolf’s relentless assault continued.
But as the knot dragged deeper with each thrust, the pain became unbearable. Liam’s screams turned into desperate pleas. “Stop, you hairy bastard! I can’t take it anymore!” he cried out, his voice cracking with agony. “My asshole is fucking burning! You’re tearing me apart!” The werewolf showed no signs of slowing down, its hips slamming into him with even greater force. Liam’s pleas grew more frantic, his words laced with desperation. “Please, please, just slow down, you fucking dog! My ass is gonna explode!” he begged, his voice trembling with fear and lust. “I need a break, you savage mutt!”
Despite Liam’s desperate pleas, the werewolf’s pounding only intensified, its snarls growing louder as it claimed its prize. Each thrust of the knot into Liam’s abused asshole was relentless, battering his prostate with brutal force. The constant stimulation caused Liam’s spent cock to harden once again, a testament to the raw power of the beast’s dominance. Liam cursed under his breath, his voice ragged with frustration. “Fuck, I can’t cum again so soon! I’m spent, you hairy bastard!” he shouted, but the werewolf was not listening. Its primal instincts drove it forward, unyielding in its quest for satisfaction.
Liam writhed in a mix of pain and pleasure, his body responding involuntarily to the rough treatment. His cock, once spent, began to harden fully once more, dribbling precum as it responded to the barrage of deep and rough fucking. With each thrust, the knot dragged deeper, stimulating his prostate with relentless fervour. After a relentless onslaught, Liam felt his orgasm building again. His body tensed, and despite his protests, he started to shoot cum. But this time, the volume was less, each spurt feeling uncomfortable and forced. “Ahh! Fuck! It hurts! Stop, you mutt!” he screamed, cursing the werewolf. The werewolf’s snarls and growls intensified, echoing through the clearing as it continued to pound into Liam’s abused asshole with relentless force. Each thrust was accompanied by a primal roar, the beast driven by an insatiable lust that refused to be sated.
As Liam’s body convulsed uncontrollably during his second climax, the involuntary squeezing of his muscles stimulated the werewolf’s cock further, pushing it closer to its own orgasm. With a final, earth-shaking roar, the werewolf reached its peak. Its massive cock throbbed violently inside Liam’s ass, unleashing a torrent of hot, viscous fluid. The volume was immense, each jet of cum scalding Liam’s insides as it flooded his abused asshole. Liam’s screams mingled with the werewolf’s triumphant roars, a mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through him. The sheer volume of cum was staggering, causing Liam’s stomach to bulge noticeably as the werewolf continued to shoot hot cum into him. Despite reaching its climax, the werewolf maintained its grip on Liam, fucking him with shallow thrusts that ensured each injection of cum was delivered deep into his rectum. The excess cum began to leak out of Liam’s fully stuffed asshole, creating a frothy foam that trickled down his balls and cock before dripping onto the ground below.
The scene was a raunchy tableau of raw intensity, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex. The werewolf’s canine cock was slick with a mix of cum and ass juices, glistening under the dim light as it continued to pump cum into Liam. Liam’s asshole, cock, and balls were similarly coated in the frothy mess, testament to the brutal encounter they had endured.
Liam’s screams grew more frantic as he felt each jet of hot scalding cum inside his abused ass. “Ahhh! Fuck! It burns!” he cried out, his voice hoarse with a mix of agony and ecstasy. The werewolf’s snarls softened slightly as it continued its shallow thrusts, each movement sending another wave of cum into Liam’s stretched asshole. The excess cum leaked out in a steady stream, adding to the frothy mess that covered both Liam and the werewolf. The sight of the frothy fuck juices coating their bodies only served to heighten the raw, primal nature of the encounter.
As the werewolf’s orgasm subsided, the knot that had been lodged deep within Liam’s asshole began to shrink. The gradual reduction of the knot allowed the beast to withdraw its massive canine cock from the thoroughly fucked asshole. With a loud, wet pop, the knot came free, causing Liam’s asshole to gape wider, the insides dragged out like a rosebud. A river of cum and fuck juices immediately started to pour out of Liam’s asshole, creating a frothy mess on the ground below. The werewolf, seemingly unsatisfied with just the penetration, then grabbed Liam’s slacked lower body and tilted it upwards once again. It then began to clean the excess fuck juices using its long, rough tongue. Liam moaned feebly, still feeling drugged out and thoroughly fucked. The werewolf whined and growled as it continued to lick Liam’s asshole, cock, and balls, savouring the combined fuck juices. The sensation was foreign and intense for Liam, each lick sending shivers through his battered body. Despite his weakened state, he continued to curse out the werewolf, “You dirty mutt! You fucking animal!” he muttered weakly, his voice laced with a mix of pain and lingering arousal.
The werewolf then fastened its snout over Liam’s asshole and started to thrust its tongue into the distended rosebud, gently biting the distended insides of the rectum. The sensation was overwhelming, making Liam’s body twitch involuntarily. “Fuck, that feels so wrong,” he groaned, his words barely audible. The werewolf was munching on the distended rosebud noisily, licking and teething it, making Liam’s body jolt with shock-like sensations. With deep, forceful thrusts of its tongue, the werewolf spurred the insides of Liam’s hot asshole, causing more excess cum to flow into its mouth. It gulped down the flow of fuck juices, whining and growling in satisfaction. The sight of the werewolf drinking down the cum only added to the raunchy nature of the scene. In a display of dominance, the werewolf then squeezed Liam’s extended stomach, causing him discomfort. “Ahh! Stop squeezing!” he cried out, but the beast paid no heed. The pressure on his stomach bulge forced more excessive cum to flow freely into the mouth of the werewolf, which eagerly drank them down as if starved for some time.
“You filthy animal,” Liam whispered weakly, his voice a mere thread of sound as he teetered on the edge of consciousness. The relentless pounding had left him battered and bruised, his body a canvas of pain. Deep scratches and bite marks marred his skin, each movement sparking a fiery burn that seared through him. Liam’s body ached with a deep, pervasive pain that seemed to radiate from every inch of his being. The scratches and bite marks on his skin throbbed with a burning intensity, each one a reminder of the savage encounter that had left him broken and used. His muscles screamed in protest with every slight movement, their cries for rest drowned out by the incessant demand for more. Despite the pain, a perverse sense of arousal still lingered within him, a remnant of the raw lust that had driven him to embrace the savage encounter. His cock, though spent, twitched occasionally, a final echo of the intense pleasure that had coursed through him just moments before. The werewolf’s cum still leaked from his abused asshole, a sticky reminder of the brutal fucking he had endured. Liam’s mind was a fog of pain and exhaustion, his thoughts disjointed and chaotic. He could barely form coherent sentences, let alone process the events that had unfolded. All he knew was that he was spent, drained both physically and emotionally, and utterly at the mercy of the beast that had claimed him so thoroughly. The werewolf continued its savage ministrations, each gulp of cum accompanied by a primal growl. The scene was a testament to the raw, dirty connection between man and beast, leaving Liam utterly claimed and subjugated.
As the debauchery reached its climax, Liam’s body finally gave in, and he slipped into unconsciousness, his mind overwhelmed by the intensity of the encounter. As Liam’s body went limp, the werewolf’s frenzied state began to wane. The haze of lust that had clouded Drake’s animal form started to clear, allowing the human side of his consciousness to emerge. The transformation back to his human self was gradual, each moment bringing more clarity and awareness. Drake looked down at Liam’s battered body, and a wave of disgust washed over him.
Liam’s once toned and glistening physique was now marred by a tableau of violence and lust. Deep scratches, some continue to bleed, crisscrossed his torso and thighs, their edges raw and red. Bite marks, some shallow and others deep enough to draw blood, adorned his shoulders and buttocks. His asshole, still gaping with the distended rosebud from the brutal knotting, leaked a mixture of cum and blood, creating a sordid mess around his bruised and swollen genitals. His face, usually so expressive and confident, was now slack with unconsciousness, lips parted in a silent scream, cheeks smeared with dirt and saliva.
Drake couldn’t bear the thought of losing control in front of his mate, especially on their first meeting. The memory of his actions as the werewolf filled him with dread. He had not only violated Liam but had also left him in a state of utter brutality, a far cry from the gentle introduction he had envisioned. The sight of Liam’s battered body stirred a mix of guilt and horror within him. “What have I done?” he whispered to himself, his voice trembling with remorse. “What have I done?” Drake muttered to himself, his voice filled with self-loathing. “I acted like a rabid animal… How can he ever accept me after this? And how could I treat my fated mate in such a brutal manner? This is not the way to claim him, not the way to show him the bond we’re supposed to share.” The realization that he had tarnished their bond so early on weighed heavily on him. He dreaded the outcome of this encounter and how he would navigate the complexities of explaining it all to Liam. “Liam is my mate,” Drake whispered, his voice trembling with fear and regret. “But how can he ever forgive me for what I did when I lost control?” As Drake cradled Liam’s unconscious body, he vowed to make amends and find a way to repair the damage he had caused. The road ahead was uncertain, but he knew one thing for certain: he couldn’t lose Liam now that they have just found each other.
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To be continued…
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