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Click here"I am," she crowed when she felt him stuff her as deeply as he could get, her ass wagging like my tail on a scent. "I'm your bitch."
"Damn straight," he snapped, and then his hips went into a blur as he sped up, driving her powerfully forward to sprawl on the sand until, impatient, Clyde reached his claws negligently down to gather her wrists, wrenching them together in one massive paw and then lifting them up and back, the woman screaming as he swept her head and shoulders off the ground and upright before him. He hauled her her up until her back smashed against his chest, her nipples quivering as his paw mauled them. She was arched deeply now, her head back and her mouth wide in a noiseless screech as her eyelids fluttered with the impact of his cock. Her tits jiggled faster and faster as Clyde sped up, snarling in her ear, his whole body surging into her.
She shook like Raputin's chew toy as he pummeled her from behind, intent on filling her completely, and I watched in awe as I saw his furry, cunt-creamed dick slide in and out with no resistance, the girl totally limp now and looking like she was sunk into some sort of orgasmic coma; that's what the look on her face suggested, anyway, a dreamy grimace of ecstasy that told me she was just fine with being wolf-fucked like this, that it was exactly what she wanted. He jabbed savagely into her, her pale flesh slapping against his tawny muscle, and just as I figured she was about to get ripped in half his strokes grew longer, harsher, more regular.
The hair on the back of my neck shot straight up in a primal response again when Clyde howled, long and high-pitched up toward the moon as the tendons in his mostly-human neck stood out and the crickets went dead silent in the trees around me. He drew his ass back, the girl frozen in mid-orgasm, then rocked his hips forward in one final, vicious thrust that lifted her clear off the ground and left her flopping uselessly as his cock punched far into her and began to unload.
Clyde's howl rang through the night, his hips drawing back and then swinging forward, jamming into her again as he shot the rest of his load into her ruined cunt. I could see both of them trembling in the night air, their bodies gone crazy with the intensity of what they were doing, and then the howl faded slowly back down to a deep, menacing snarl as Clyde blinked his reddened eyes. I jumped a little when his paw came solidly down onto her nude rump, making her gasp. "Good bitch," he rumbled, grinning, his hips still moving languidly.
"Holy shit." The girl, still impaled on his cock, was in no shape to do anything but shudder. "Clyde. I... Jesus." She sounded like she'd just been through a struggle with the mailman. Her feet found the sand with some difficulty, on about her fourth try, but she stayed all crouched down.
It took me a moment to realize she didn't want to get up, since that would mean sliding off his dick.
He emphasized that, thrusting at her once more, a low groan ripping out of her throat as she felt him flex insider her. "Get off me, woman," he commanded gruffly, bucking her to the ground with one effortless twerk of his hips. She sprawled, panting desperately with her clothes in rags, and he reared back to tower over her once more. "Let's go back to your place. I want to breed you again."
"God," she gasped miserably, her fingers clenching and unclenching weakly, but then he just bent over and scooped her over his shoulder with her bare ass high in the air. She seemed to spend a lot of her time that way. "Oof," she grunted as he settled her beside his neck.
"Oh, quit complaining." The clearing rang one last time as he smacked her ass once more. I could see the moonlight glimmering off his cum, leaking thickly down her thighs. "You love it." And then he was bending low, his eyes cunning as he scanned the woods, loping off back up the trail with his prey. Their scent, all gamy and rich, bludgeoned me as I shrank back into the bushes and looked away, careful not to make eye contact.
Something told me, as I listened to them slip away into the trees, that I'd probably not be able to treat ol' Clyde with the same easy camaraderie behind the gas station. Something had changed tonight, something fundamental. I'd opened my nose to a whole new world, and I wasn't sure I liked it.
But what the fuck do I know? I'm just a dog.
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So... yeah... werewolves, not vampires. But I love werewolves too, and it's not often I find wolves being written the way I'd like to read them. Seems like people get in their head about whether to approach it as wolf, or man, and you went right for the in between. It absolutely works, I tip my hat to you!
You've got fantastic prose, pacing, and build up here. I couldn't stop cracking up at Boysen, seriously, this is probably one of the most entertaining things I've read here on Lit! Not at all what I was expecting. It's incredibly original! The pop-culture references were golden, I'm probably going to laugh my ass off at the Lady and the Tramp bit for a while. Annnd I should probably talk to a professional about how hot I found this, but... eh, I'm probably beyond the point of repair, so fuck it. Five stars, easily! Bravo!