priest who's a werewolf. he disappears on the full moon to come back covered in blood. keeping his affliction secret, he prays for his ailment to pass, believing it a curse.
until he comes upon You. he's prowling on one full moon, searching for prey to sate his bloodlust, when he scents you on the air. his mouth waters and he lopes in your direction, searching the forest for you.
there. you emerge from a cool lake, and the sight of moonlight on your skin makes him growl and snarl with need. in his werewolf form, you see, his lust overpowers all his vows. he must have you.
when he reveals himself, you should be afraid. you knew he was out here—you've seen the animal corpses. but you can sense that he's not here to devour you, at least not in that way.
he rises to two feet as you approach, his cock already sliding from his sheath. it's pink and wet, with bulges at the base that entice you.
werewolf priest wastes no time pinning you down, licking your face, his tongue traveling down your naked and willing body. he laps you between the legs, then buries that long tongue inside you, opening you for his girth.
then, once you're moaning and wet, he rolls you onto your hands and knees to mate you.
his cock is big, too big, but he's got you so slippery that he glides in. now you're stretched full, as full as you possibly can be. after years of celibacy, he fucks you mercilessly, softening you and loosening you for him so he can, soon, squeeze his knot inside you.
one, then two times you climax, drenching him. but still he wants more, that fat knot spreading you open wider and wider with every thrust. when you're finally ripe, he shoves it inside.
it swells there, stoppering you up as his cum gushes out. it fills you obscenely, and with his knot in place, nothing can escape. you whimper as your belly rounds with how much there is trapped inside you, but werewolf priest whispers that you'll be all right.
you fall asleep together beside the lake, his furry arms and legs wrapped around you like a blanket.
when he awakes, now in his human form, he curses himself for breaking his vows. but you smell so good all covered in him, and as he imagines you swollen up with his young, he has to fuck you again.
perhaps this wasn't a curse, but the way he found his true path.
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