All worries and laments melt away as much as your humanity, anxious whines shifting to fierce growls and snarls as you start to match the wild ferocity of your shewolf's actions. Passionate kiss's turn fully into fevered licks and nips, claws kneading and cutting into each other's hide desperately wanting the one desire that has been plaguing your impulses and thoughts all night.
In your lustful haze; your beast side inflicts amorous pain upon your lycan mate's shoulder, your salivating fangs piercing deep and holding tight. You feel her furry body writhing in your violent embrace, her voice belting a shrieking yelp as she tosses her head back. She trembles and spasms, puddy in your hands (your paws) as you squeeze tightly; grinding heavily and urgently. You don't fully consider if you have caused your shewolf pain from your action, such concern fleeting and empty as you hear the shebeast's heated pants; feel her padded paws and claws reaching high above your hairy shoulders. Her pelvis bucking into your throbbing girth seeking to finally unite.
Your fanged grip remains unrelenting as you both topple and fall, managing to miss the comfort and softness of the bed for the carpet floor. The shewolf yelps again, thrashing from the shock as she barks and snarls. You finally release your maw from her shoulder swiftly pulling back, only to roar and startle your shewolf. She quivers and tenses curling her arms and forepaws closer to her chest, whimpering in submission to your dominance...even if her bedroom gaze and smiling muzzle suggest she is more turned on than frightened.
Good. Such a lovely willing bitch. She'll make a wonderful mate. A wonderful mother of your pups.
She even squirms and rolls onto her belly for you, feeling her body bump and push you up onto all fours as she does, knowing this posture will be better suited for your rut. You are wolves; after all. You should mate like one. And your shewolf knows it.
You happily growl; panting as you adjust your position and rise above your shewolf, your arms wrapping around the lycan woman's sides as you rest your head behind her scruffy neck. There is little effort needed from here, your loins hurriedly smacking into your bitch's swollen animal lips; your knot slipping eagerly inside pumping hastily. The moment of carnal connection is intense, your feral eyes already starting to roll back in pure pleasure as your mate with your shewolf; your primal essences in danger of escaping too soon. Such threat is made worse as you feel the shewolf rocking back into your humping thrusts wanting the same thing you do; wanting that red knot deep and stuck between.
And; not even a minute later, that yearning is met. With a slick pop your animal ears can detect, the two of you gasp and whine in ecstasy being tied together, your tails flagged and wagging sporadically as your body's instinct solely focuses now more than even to push deeper. Stay locked. Keep all that you will give inside. Keep pumping. Keep humping. Keep fucking. Keep...keep...
Eventually; there is only so much you can hold back before you cave. That intense rapture only heightens the moment you start to gush, ropes of your primal seed filling your mate's temple swimming up to feed her womb. You lift your head back as you bellow a triumphant howl, your mate singing only a second sooner than you; announcing to the world, and the wild, of your union.