Whatever shred of humanity you had left is buried and gone. You don't know if this is really you, or if this 'beast' you've allowed to surface takes over any motion and thought urging nothing but to embrace this darkness; this aggressive nature. But why does thinking about this matter to you if this is what you want?
The strength and virility of the monster you have become is intoxicating. You've never felt so alive and free; never considered how pleasurable it was to act out your primal impulsive as a wild dominant animal. Only...you seem to enjoy it too much. So much so that you feel little consideration for everything you have done. How your actions have twisted this poor woman into the feral bitch of your making. You have such a beautiful shewolf beneath you, a mate you've created for your fiendish desires. You've already buried your throbbing mast inside; your bulbous knot screaming to pop and nestle within, wanting to unload and fill her womb.
Yes. You can't stop now. Wolves need to breed. Need to bear your bitch pups. Start your pack. Rear your pups. Breed more.
Your lupine lips stretch showing your fangs to your scared mate, spilling a threatening growl as you lower yourself and hover your snarling muzzle to her face. Your claws grasp her furry shoulders, tips cutting into her hide forming thin red marks, the smell of her own blood hitting flared nostrils. Your shewolf shrugs and curls tighter into herself, whimpering anxiously as she tries to nod her head and dart her eyes wanting to escape that fierce glare of yours.
You let out a snapping snarl widening your maw, suggesting you are ready to bite if your bitch doesn't behave. While your aggressive act causes your bitch to tremble she eventually gathers the courage to look back to you, albeit reluctantly.
Her fear. Something about seeing her frightened to your dominant display makes you glow in delight, growing uncomfortably annoyed in delaying your copulation further. You don't wait to patiently persuade your mate with time, needing to keep rutting; needing to fuck and pour your stud essences into her womb urgently. Her fear makes you that much more aroused, rocking your pelvis; resuming your humping.
The shewolf continues to whine and writhe, sounding both the rush of carnal stimulation you pound against her as well as her hesitation and disdain. You keep flashing your fangs and snarling close to her cheek and ears stunning your bitch's resistance, finally resorting to clamping your salivating maw over her shoulder to end her constant wrestling. Her body tenses, limping as your bite seems to subdue your mate's antics thrusting faster and harder until that welcoming pop of your knot sounds in your ears, your wolfhood surrounded by the slick wet heat of your bitch's temple.
Fuck. Mating like feral wolves feels so great. Letting the beast run free to do as you please and take what a wolf wants; it is as if you found your true calling, the real you finally able to roam free.
And with a shocking twist; your bitch seems to finally submit to your dominant lust feeling her arms and legs starting to reach and wrap around your body. Elation surges as you start to pant releasing your mate from your vice maw, reveling at how her paws and limbs run over your beastly figure; your fur and hide. Her vocal tones shift from her distressful whimpering to whines of bliss, the snout of her muzzle lean in and nuzzling beside your neck. Her hips even starts to buck into your thrusts, working with you in massaging that swollen rod ready to drink in your precious milk.
Her fear was tasty. Her submission is delicious.
You manage to buck harder and faster than before, eagerly ready to erupt and give your bitch what she now equally demands. Your climax excels, your spear drooling; gushing with spurts of your seed as the well cracks. The orgasm from last night was incredible, yet the one approach feels like it will be heaven. Everything you wanted has come to you. Nothing else can matter; can top this. You love being a w...
Sharp wet pain suddenly burns over your neck. Your same neck that suddenly feels lighter on your left side. The pain is so hot and great that it nearly trumps the ecstasy of your relief pouring between you and your mate. The endorphins and adrenaline of your rut helps keep you conscious for a little longer before the pain washes it all away. Until that pain starts to ebb as much as your mind.
You manage to lift one forepaw from your bitch's shoulder to grasp your neck. All you can feel from the numbness rapidly spreading over your chilling body as a warm wetness oozing from a missing chuck. Dazed beady eyes wearily glance down to your mate just as it starts becoming hard to breath, hard to do so when part of your throat is damaged and blood is filling it and your lungs.
Your beautiful shewolf; your submissive mate...holds the missing part of your furry neck in her clamped fangs, muzzle stretched into a menacing snarl as her once doeful feral eyes pierce through you with nothing but hate and rage.
You can't even form whines or whimpers thanks to the hole in your neck as you start to loose strength, toppling off the shewolf falling beside her. Your tie keeps you together...until the shewolf lies up and forcefully yanks your knot from her sex howling in pain doing so, but appearing happier to be rid of it. She scrambles to all fours, staring you down as she watches your limp form twitch and squirm, the grass and earth pooling with your blood. She growls wildly, snorting as she soon turns away and starts sprinting away leaving you there.
Everything you wanted, huh?
You better hope that you are having a dream turned nightmare, or that you'll suddenly be snapped back to reality by whatever magic that website did to you and the participate. Because if this real, and this is how you die...and heaven and hell exists...take a wild guess where you are going after everything you chose to do. Perhaps someone knows a better way to end your story, or continue it somehow dues ex machina everything to where you can learn from your mistakes, perhaps act like a better person. But; until that day comes, this is where you...
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