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The Werewolf
Mysterious, Massive, Muscular, Powerful, and Sensual are a few of
the ways to desribe the Werewolf. The Werewolf is known by many names;
in the New World, they are known as Canis Lupus Maximus. The Old World
knows them as Canis Lupus Lycanthrope. On a full moon lit night his
mournful howl echos through the highlands, valleys, canyons and over the
Lochs.
Feeling strangly drawn to the source of the howls, you peer through
the dense underbrush, and there silhouetted in the moonlight, a creature
few humans have or will ever see. Standing between six and eight feet
tall at the shoulder, easily weighing over four hundred pounds, and
covered head to foot in jet black fur. You have laid your eyes on
something that is terrifying, yes strangly erotic and appealing to you.
You can easily see in the bright moonlight that it is a male, the
light glints off his large sheath, the large orbs between his legs
moveing slightly as he looks around and sniffs the air before he howls
low again, the hair on the back of your neck stands up, and for a moment
your blood runs cold as the memories of your ancestors screams at you
to run, but as you step back "Snap" goes a small twig under your foot.
Before you can react and run, you glance back to see his ears moveing
about, and then his gaze fixes on you, and you hear a low muffled growl.
You leap forward but you are caught in mid air and you feel the sharp
teeth on your neck, not hard enough yet to break the skin, but to let
you know that struggling is of no use.
In a quick decision, you reach back and grasp his thick sheath,
moveing your hand over it slowly to let him know you are no threat, and
you want to please the large male.
He slowly releases his teeth from your neck and presses closer to
you, the sheath now pressing to the middle of your back, as he towers
over you, abit of drool running down your shoulder as he initiates
mateing with you.
He presses you forward and you end up falling in a pile of dry leaves with your butt in the air.
Turning slowly to look at him and notice a large tip emerging from
his sheath, it drips precum on the dry leaves as he steps closer,
leaning down to sniff at the seat of your pants, growling deeply as he
bites at the beltloop, tugging at it with determination, you reach under
yourself and undo the clasp and unzip your pants, his ears twitching as
he hears the sound, but hes too focused on your pants, You shivver
wildly as you start to pull them down, exposing your warm rump to the
large male. He presses his nose under your balls and sniffs deeply, by
now several more inches have emerged from his sheath and his tip
thickens. Taking a chance you turn slowly so you can see it better,
whimpering like an Omega wolf, you slip your head under his chest and
press your nose to his tip.
The werewolf growls happily and presses it to your face, smearing
precum along your nose and lips, marking you as his mate, his toy now.
you press the tip to your lips and whimpr again as you taste the warmth
and sweat of the large male, yet you are suprised as he seems to have a
foreskin aswell. Pressing at it more, the skin folds back and forms a
large round ring just behind his head, almost like a ball. You hear a
deep growl as he humps at your mouth a few times and with a loud wet pop
you see a large knot slip from his sheath and start to swell.
He grips your waist and pulls you out from under him and tosses you
to the ground, then rolls you over so your on your hands and knees. In a
flash he is on your back, his arms holding you tightly inplace as he
presses the large tip between your cheeks, the precum so warm it almost
burns as he pokes and prods, looking for the opening in his new mate.
With a loud grunt he finds it and starts to press in, the precum and
foreskin make his entry less painful than you had thought, but it still
burns and stings, and as you try and cry out, he places his teeth on
the back of your neck and bites, letting his bitch know to be silent. He
pops the tip inside and you whimper. For such a large beast he treats
you gently, but as his need builds he starts to thrust eagerly, pressing
the knot to your sore rings as he breeds you.
Just when you think he cant last any longer he pulls you back hard
into a thrust, poping his knot in you as he starts to fill you with his
seed. the sensations make you want to scream, and just as you are about
to, you hear the most beautiful sound, his deep and low howl, the tone
piercing your very soul as it shakes your body, instead of a scream, a
low howl emerges from your throat as you join the male in a mateship
howl.
He lays on your back and licks your neck, growling and sniffing
happily as he pants, off in the distance you can hear several more holws
as you know you are not alone.
Now here is your chance to experiance just a taste of the mating ritual, and howl in joy.
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| Total length |
9.25 |
| Usable length |
8 |
| Head width |
2.2 |
| Head circumference |
6.75 |
| Shaft length |
4.5 |
| Shaft width |
2 |
| Shaft circumference |
5 |
| Knot length |
2 |
| Knot width |
2.25 |
| Knot circumference |
8 |
| Width near base |
2.5 |
| Circumference near base |
7 |
| Length behind knot |
2 |
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