Jamie's mind is made up. He's hardly the entire monster the book spoke of but she needs to find something to mate with, and Bruce is a large Irish Wolfhound whose always been playful with her. He'll do for now, she thinks.
She pulls on poorly fitting sweatpants and a button-up that strains at her breasts. Her sandals are too big, but they suffice for the trip to her neighbor's back yard. Bruce is asleep in his doghouse there and as she approaches she imagines him vividly. Mounting her, biting her, breeding her. She reaches the gate, with its keypad lock and quietly enters the code Bruce's owner gave her weeks ago. The lock whirrs quietly as it works and admits her into the yard.
The yard is large for this part of town, with lush well-tended grass and a big oak tree. Bruce's dog house is near there and Jamie drops to her hands and knees to approach, rump wiggling as she approaches the little structure. She smiles in at the big wolfhound and whispers his name. "Bruce..." He wakes quietly, with a slight whine, and then sees her extended hand and licks it gently. She strokes him slowly and then pats the turf beside her, gesturing for Bruce to come.
He exits his house, standing several feet tall, with wiry grey fur, and he stretches. Jamie's hand rubs his back and then his belly and the hound rolls over for her. Her hand creeps lower and strokes his sheath and Bruce whimpers. Jamie struggles out of her sweatpants as she strokes the dog's cock and it grows harder. She turns, presenting herself to Bruce, but the dog only whimpers and nuzzles her hip.
Frustrated, dripping wet, she growls "Breed me," and the world seems to swim with red for a moment. Bruce's eyes pick up that garnet gleam and he obeys, standing and then mounting her, his weight on her back and his throbbing length seeking her drooling sex. She reaches back to guide him in and as he slips into her she gasps in pleasure, arching her back. The hound begins to buck and hump atop her, and it sends waves of pleasure and pain through her body in equal measure.
She had anticipated the pleasure, but not the pain, the rawness, the tearing, the teeth biting her shoulder, the tears at her eyes, her lip bleeding where she has bitten it. The hound bucks faster and faster and then she feels a fist-sized knot slide into her, splitting her and she stifles a scream in the dirt as she is tied to the hound and they cum in unison, waves of pleasure rolling across her body as Bruce's seed fills her womb.
Tied to him, she struggles to get free and...