“They’re growing, Beatrix,” he says, admiring my breast. “Soon they’ll be full of milk.”
“Mmmmhmmhm,” I agree and then pop my mouth from his cock. “Nellie is already beginning to leak milk.”
“I know,” says Benjin with a twinkle in his brown eyes. “I’ve been sucking them every night to get a little taste of her…”
His brow furrows and his body jerks. He stands up suddenly and I know well to crawl back from him. My pussy throbs in anticipation as Benjin begins his change.
My beloved has no control over when it comes and goes. Sometimes he will transform twice in an hour. Other times he can go most of a day without changing or changing back. His dark hair spreads over his body like fire, his knees invert with sickening pops, and his hands transform into furry claws. His face becomes entirely like a wolf and his cock has grown into that familiar red monster that I have known so intimately over my months with Benjin.
He growls and I know it’s time to assume the position. I get down on my knees on the fur rug and raise my increasingly plump ass in the air for him. Benjin saunters over to me, his clawed feet ticking on the hardwood before he pads onto the rug. He sniffs at my ass and my cunt, his breath tickling against my well-used holes. I’m wet for him and I know he can smell it. He gives my dewy folds a lick and tastes my nectar. A growl vibrates against my eager mound.
“You’re ready for my cock,” he snarls.
“Yes, oh, yes, please, Benjin,” I cry, arching my back to offer him an even better angle. “Mount me with your mighty cock.”
He snarls savagely and mounts me without hesitation. His furry weight drapes over my back and his clawed hands grab hold of my hips. He has fucked me so many times that his cock finds my soaking cunt on the first stroke and drives to the hilt into my slick, hungry pussy. He whines with pleasure and I wail beneath him, struck by that passing pang of discomfort before my body once more adjusts to his size and the ferocity of his strokes.
It is not long before I feel the swelling of his knot. For the first few days of our new life together, I almost dreaded the painful bulge of that massive knot. But now I long for it. The way it fills me and binds us together.
“You feel it,” he growls, his muzzle against my ear. “You feel what is coming?”
“Yes! Tie me with your knot, my love,” I moan.
His thrusts push that bulge past my cuntlips and into my tight channel. I am finally filled to my limit. His knot and traps his cock deep inside me and he howls above me as he cums. His spurting, throbbing cock sends me over the brink. Each pump of warm werewolf seed into my depths sends another ripple of ecstasy through my body. I am cumming with him. Cumming for him. And I know once I give birth to his pups he will breed me again and again just like this.
In the afterglow of our mutual orgasm, Benjin rests atop my back, panting heavily beside the fire. The door opens and we both look up, expecting Nellie to be returning with the herbs and mushrooms she set out to gather. Instead, a familiar, well-dressed man steps into the cabin.
“Zimon,” growls Benjin.
“Ah, my dear friend,” laughs Zimon. “I’ve caught you in a bind! Ah-ha! So good to see you enjoying yourself with Beatrix. Is it true? Is Nellie yours as well?”
“The elf is mine,” says Benjin, his weight lifting from my back, but his cock still knotted in side me. “You will set us free?”
“Perhaps a cold bucket of water?” Zimon snaps his fingers and a wooden bucket appears in midair. “Oh, you meant from the forest! Are you not happy here?”
“You said there were two ways out,” growls Benjin. “Cure the lycanthropy or find a mate.”
“Yes, well, I have found a lovely island for you to call home,” says Zimon. “Far away from any humans who might run off a werewolf. Would that be sufficient?”
“Is there food?” Benjin asks.
“Coconuts, rats, and fish,” says Zimon. “A veritable bounty for you and your blushing brides.”
“Then I accept,” says Benjin.
“When your pups are born, I will relocate you,” says Zimon. “I would like to see the miracle happen. I’ve never seen a werewolf litter born before. Until then…”
He snaps his fingers and disappears. At last, Benjin pulls his knot from my cum-stuffed pussy. I feel the cum leaking out of my onto the floor and I quickly grasp a towel and begin cleaning up.
“I am going to find Nellie and give her the good news,” says Benjin, stalking to the door of the cabin. “Have supper ready for my return.”
“Of course, my love,” I say, scrubbing up the cum from the floor. “Whatever you desire.”
His lips curl in a savage smile and he sets forth from the cabin. Alone, in the cabin, I reflect on my adventure through Zimon’s monster-filled dungeon. I wanted to escape, to be free again and have my revenge on the wizard, but of all the ways that adventure might have ended, being the mate of a werewolf doesn’t seem so bad at all.
THE END
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Talk to the werewolf
Benjin seemed like a reasonable man. He might be all covered with fur now. And growling. And he might have his big red wolf cock sticking out. But there’s still a man in there somewhere. Considering some of the creatures I’ve talked to since being trapped in this dungeon, negotiating with one that is at least part human should be a snap.
“Hey, wait a moment,” I say, keeping my sword up and shielding Nellie in case the werewolf decides to lunge at us. “Let’s talk about this.”
“There is nothing to talk about,” growls Benjin. “I must mate with you! I must have pleasure!”
“There are other ways to have pleasure,” I say, my gaze flicking to his throbbing red cock and back to his eyes. “There are, um, things that could be done.”
“Could be done?” Nellie wonders aloud over my shoulder.
“Things that won’t get us knocked up,” I whisper to her.
“Oh, yes, right,” she says, raising her voice. “We could give you pleasure, Ser Werewolf.”
He growls, but it is with amusement rather than anger. “I am not a knight. Benjin. Call me Benjin.” Though he is talking, he does not seem to relax at all. He stalks us and circles us as I keep my sword raised. “Tell me of the pleasure you offer.”
“My breasts!” Nellie calls out. “You see them, yes? I could take them out of my robe, let you feel them, and wrap them around you to give you pleasure.”
“Pleasure with your breasts?” He licks his chops. “Maybe. They are very big.”
“They better to wank you off with,” she giggles.
“What about you, Beatrix?” He growls. “What will you offer me?”
“My mouth might suffice to—"
“He could mate with my bottom,” suggests Nellie, interrupting my answer. “Or yours, Beatrix. If you want a turn.”
I see the sparkle in Nellie’s eyes. It isn’t that she is afraid of wanking him between her breasts; it seems the naughty elf just wants a werewolf cock up her ass. Nice of her to include me. The thought does have a certain appeal.
“Your bottom?” His lip curls back. “Yes. Your bottoms. Yes, I could mate with one of you that way. It might, grrrrrr, satisfy me.”
“Or my mouth,” I repeat.
“Mmmmmm,” he licks his sharp teeth again. “Well, which is it? Which of you will dare to satisfy me? How will you do it?”
His tail flicks impatiently. His gaze flicks between us.
What should I do?
Offer to suck his cock
Nellie should offer to wank him with her tits
Nellie should give up her ass to the werewolf
Offer my ass to the werewolf
Let Nellie volunteer to be mated first
“We can do it, you know,” I say. “We can give him what he wants.”
“Really?” Nellie’s big eyes widen even more. “Are you certain? We will be trapped with him.”
“Zimon said it was a way out of the dung
eon,” I say, taking her hands. “And look at him. You’re right, Nellie. I’m thinking about what it will feel like to let him mate me with that big, red cock and it’s driving me wild.”
“Me too,” she giggles. “Yes. I want it. I want to feel it. May I go first?”
“Yes,” growls the werewolf, apparently overhearing you and Nellie. “I will mate you first. Come to me, pretty elf. You will know the pleasure of being mounted by a werewolf. Then it will be your turn, Beatrix.”
“Oh, gods,” I moan, hot lust coloring my face as I nod with acceptance.
Nellie steps past me, closer to the hulking werewolf. He wraps her in his furry arms, his clawed hands prizing her robe from her body, freeing her breasts, and forcefully stripping garment down from her shapely hips. She moans and buries her face in his thick brown fur, nuzzling against his chest and pressing her body against the upright length of his cock. Her hands move slowly, gathering the length of his cock, stroking it as she lifts her face to look up into his bestial muzzle.
“On your knees, elf,” he growls.
Nellie does not simply obey him, she enthusiastically drops to her knees before the werewolf, spreading her knees wide to lower herself further. She strokes his crimson cock in her hands and presses kisses to his furry bollocks, his sheath, and the underside of his lupine length. Ben growls at her, resting a clawed hand on her head as she moans and runs her tongue up his cock. Her moans grow louder as she wantonly parts her lips, engulfing his beastly cock and slurping it like a well-paid whore.
“Gods,” I murmur, feeling a desperate pang of lust.
I wish I was there, beside her, on my knees and pleasuring that forbidden cock. She slides up, lifting her mouth from him, drool spilling down her chin and from her lips. She gazes up into his lupine face and presses her huge, soft breasts around his crimson cock. He growls again as she strokes him between her creamy breasts.
Overcome by lust, I sink back onto a chair and thrust my hand into my tight trousers. With my free hand, I open my blouse and expose my pert breasts to the werewolf. He bares his teeth at me and runs his long tongue over them. I brush my fingers over my stiff nipples and plunge the fingers of my other hand into my hot cunt as I watch Nellie licking his cock and wanking him between her breasts.
“Oh, Beatrix, it tastes so naughty,” moans Nellie between slurps and licks at the flattened head of the werewolf’s cock.
“Your breasts are too soft,” growls the werewolf. “Your mouth too warm. You stop this. Stop now and I will mount you.”
He pushes her away and Nellie falls to the floor, her hair spilling across her face. The werewolf drops to his haunches behind her, still hulking above her as he seizes her shapely hips and turns her over. She looks at me with her face pressed down to the floor, her breasts mashed beneath her, and her big ass raised for the werewolf. I can see fear-tinged lust in her heavy eyes. Those eyes widen a moment later as the werewolf thrusts his snout against her rear.
The werewolf sniffs and snuffles at her ass and her cunt. He laps at her slit with several long lashes of his floppy pink tongue. Nellie whimpers and squirms back against his lupine snout. The werewolf excitedly wags his tail. Nellie’s eyes roll back in her head as the big beast laps at her cunt and his pink tongue slides up the crack of her ass. I fuck myself with my fingers even harder, imagining the pleasure she must be experiencing, listening to the raunchy sounds and breathing the thick aroma of sex in the air of the small cabin.
He is upon her so quickly I would not realize it had happened were it not for the sudden expression of shock and pleasure on Nellie’s face. Her head jerks up from the floor as the werewolf’s furry body climbs over her, sliding his crimson cock into the hot cove of her cunt. He begins to thrust furiously, his tongue lolling over his teeth as he pants like a wolf.
“Ohhhhhhh gods,” cries Nellie. “It is so deep. I can feel it bashing against my womb! Ohhhhh! Beatrix! What have I done?”
I hurry to her, taking holding of her hands as the werewolf thrusts relentlessly into her pussy. She manages to push her upper body onto her elbows, her breasts still partly squeezed beneath her, but now wobbling with the force of the werewolf’s rutting.
“Does it feel good?” I ask hopefully.
“Yessssss,” she hisses.
“Yes! Feels good!” The werewolf agrees, seeming to double the fury of his thrusts.
“Ohhhhh! It is swelling!” Nellie cries, her fair brow furrowed with exertion. “It is growing larger! I do not know ahhhh do not know how it will fit!”
“His knot,” I gasp with realization.
“What?” Nellie looks at me with confusion.
“His knot is inside you. It means he is going to—”
My words are interrupted by a savage howl from the werewolf. In the confines of the cabin, it is deafening. He throws his head back, howling like a wild beast at the rafters, thrusting deep into Nellie’s cunt. His strokes take on a distinctive squelching sound and Nellie’s expression softens from exertion to a blissful smile.
“Ohhhhh,” she moans. “Ohhh, my love! My Benjin! Your seed is inside me! It is making me… making me… Aahhhhhhh!”
She tosses her head and her lips form into a soft oval as she croons with ecstasy. There is little doubt that she is cumming. Her hands grip me tightly as she is mated by the hulking werewolf.
“It is wonderful,” she gasps. “Oh, Beatrix, it is what I have always needed. I am filled with his love!”
I’ll admit to being jealous of the joy I see on Nellie’s face. She whimpers and laughs with pleasure, the werewolf leaning heavily atop her, shifting his weight and finally pulling his cock free of her pussy with an audible pop. The scent of his seed is overpowering as it drips from Nellie’s well-fucked cunt. It is an animal musk that is somehow exciting rather than repellant.
Nellie slumps on the floor, moaning with satisfaction as the werewolf crawls over her and towards me. He gazes into my eyes and growls in a deep voice, “You are next, Beatrix.”
I turn onto my hands and knees, unable to resist his bestial lure. The werewolf’s mighty claws easily tear my trousers down my hips and expose my peachy bottom and my steamy cunt. He snuffs at my hindquarters and runs his tongue over my folds. I lower my face to the floor and shudder as he laps at my cunt and snuffles his warm breath into my crack.
“Oh, gods, what am I doing?” I moan, feeling a tremor of the same doubt Nellie felt just as she was being mounted by the beast.
But Nellie is there to comfort me. She crawls around to my head, that same dreamy expression on her face as she sits back and spreads her thighs to show me her blushing pussy, glistening and dripping with beastly spunk.
“It is our destiny, Beatrix,” she says, stroking her clit and spreading her folds to allow more of the white cum to well up from inside her. “To be mated. To become sisters as our bellies swell with Benjin’s pups. Come and taste him, Beatrix. You will forget your worries.”
The hesitate at the sight of her cum-smeared cunt, but Nellie pulls my face down to her messy folds. I try to resist what she is making me do, but the werewolf’s lapping tongue is driving all thought from my head. My face presses against those slimy folds and the thick, smelly cum smears my lips and chin. I lick it without thinking and the raw, salty taste of it makes me feel woozy. I lick again, clearing my lips, tasting more. And then I am licking her and I can’t stop myself. My tongue is sliding over her cum-salted cuntlips, pressing into her flooded channel, and I am licking up the cream of the werewolf filling my friend.
“Time to mate,” growls the werewolf. He climbs atop me with the same suddenness with which he mounted Nellie. I scarcely have time to cry out against her messy cunt before I feel his hot, slippery cock bulling at my entrance. I arch my back and offer my cunt to him with a hot flush of need. He snarls and impales my pussy on his throbbing beastly cock.
I am driven forward as his furry body mounts mine and my face presses heavily into Nellie’s sopping cunt. Benjin grips my slender hips with
his clawed hands. He thrusts furiously into me, in and out, without respite. My pleasure builds in my core with every stroke of his beastly cock. The hot, furry weight of him presses down on me and all I can do is moan and lick the salty cum already dripping from my the beautiful elf.
Being fucked by Benjin is like nothing I have experienced before. Yes, I have had my share of drunken grapples with boys back in Lesser Crudridge. A few of them even seemed beastly at the time, shoving me around and seeming to care little for my pleasure, but it is nothing like being mounted by the big, furry body of the werewolf. He holds me with savage strength and furiously pounds my pussy. His cock is huge, stretching me, ruling my body, and he is relentless. He has a singular intent and it is to fuck me full of his potent seed.
Will I soon be pleasure drunk and smiling like Nellie? Will I howl and beg him like his bitch for more?
“Mmmmmmmm!” I whine against Nellie’s pussy, my tongue buried deep. I look up at her, over her heaving breasts, and I see the lidded pleasure on her smiling face. I know that it is a fate I wish to share with her. I lift my face from her cunt and look back at the werewolf with his lolling tongue and wild eyes. “Do it! Breed me! Make me yours, Ben!”
“Yes, you want my seed?” He snarls at my ear and licks my neck.
“She does!” Nellie laughs, caressing my shoulders and watching her mate furiously pound my pussy.
“Yes!” I cry.
“Beg for it,” he snarls. “Beg for the knot!”
“Oh, gods, give me the knot, please, Benjin! Fill me with your cum!” His tongue lashes my lips and I open my mouth and stick out my tongue. It is strange kissing him in this beastly form. It feels wrong. It feels wonderful. My pussy spasms around his thrusting cock, my inner walls clutching tightly around his slippery length, and I feel the knot swelling at my cuntlips. It grows and bulges, driving past my squeezing walls and into my cunt. In that moment, I feel him erupt, pouring his seed deep into my fertile pussy.
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