Werewolf who you have to pay a ‘toll’ to every time you need to cross the clearing in the woods to get to your grandma’s house.
Simple- you have to let him breed you. A brutal, possessive claim every time you cross his woods.
His hot breath washes over your skin, his claws flexing with anticipation. You know what's expected of you, and the thought of submitting to such a dominant creature sends shivers down your spine.
With a low, rumbling growl, he pins you on the ground on all fours, lifting your skirts and ripping off your undergarments to reveal your hole already clenching in anticipation for him.
No words are spoken during these 'payments', only his growls and the wet squelching of both your juices.
His cock rubs on the curve of your ass and then on your hole. His cock is throbbing as his precum coats your flushed skin, his mouth drooling saliva from its fangs as he sniffs your delicious arousal. So warm, so fertile, he growls in satisfaction.
Your screams echoes through the forest as the werewolf's enormous cock stretches you wide open, burying itself to the hilt inside you. He begins to rut into you with savagely, heavy balls slapping against your ass with each powerful thrust, claws digging into your skin, leaving deep gouges as it holds you down and pounds into you relentlessly.
Pain and pleasure blend together in a dizzying mix as he claims you, marking you as its own. But despite the agony, a dark, an insatiable part of you revels in being taken so brutally, so thoroughly dominated by him.
You're being used like a toy, a mere vessel for its base urges. And you look forward to it every single time.
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