Lena stumbled through the dark pines, her flashlight dead and her heart hammering. The full moon hung fat and yellow above the trees. She had no idea how far the trail had gone wrong until the low growl stopped her cold.
He came out of the shadows on two legs at first, tall, broad, naked. His cock already hung heavy between his thighs, thick and veined. Before she could scream he grabbed her by the hair and spun her around, bending her over a fallen log.
“Stay,” he rasped. His voice was already rougher, deeper. Fur sprouted along his arms. Bones cracked and popped as he shifted behind her. Claws shredded her jeans and panties in one yank, leaving her bare ass in the cool night air.
The werewolf’s snout pressed between her cheeks. His hot tongue dragged straight up her slit, rough and wet, tasting how soaked she already was. Lena moaned despite herself. He licked again, harder, the tip flicking her clit before pushing inside her cunt in one thick thrust.
“Fuck,” she gasped. Her hips pushed back on instinct.
He didn’t wait. The beast rose up, grabbed her waist with clawed hands, and drove his cock straight into her. It was massive, stretching her open in one brutal shove. Lena cried out, half pain, half filthy relief. He started fucking her like he meant to break her, hips snapping, balls slapping her clit with every stroke.
Her pussy clenched around the thick shaft. The werewolf snarled, leaning over her so his fur brushed her back. He fucked harder, deeper, the knot at the base of his cock swelling and catching on her entrance with every thrust.
“Take it,” he growled. “Take the whole fucking knot.”
He slammed forward. The knot popped inside. Lena’s eyes rolled back. She was stretched wide, locked on his cock while he ground against her. His claws pricked her hips. He pumped short, vicious strokes, the knot rubbing her G-spot with every movement.
She came hard, cunt pulsing around him, juices dripping down her thighs.
The werewolf howled. His cock jerked and flooded her, hot cum pumping deep, the knot keeping every drop inside.
He stayed locked in her for long minutes, panting, licking the sweat off her neck. When the knot finally shrank he pulled out slow, cum spilling out of her stretched hole. Lena stayed bent over the log, legs shaking, pussy gaping and dripping.
The werewolf shifted back to human form behind her, breathing hard. “You’re not leaving tonight,” he said, voice still rough. His fingers slid through the mess between her legs. “I’m not done using this cunt.”
He hauled her up, carried her to a small cabin hidden in the trees, and fucked her again on the wooden table. This time he took her on her back, legs spread wide, watching his cock disappear into her while he told her exactly how many times he was going to knot her before dawn.
By morning Lena was sore, marked with bites, and full of his cum. She didn’t ask to leave. She just spread her legs again when he woke up hard.
