Werewolf lover, whose species uses food as a way to distract their mate as they mount them. They usually look for large portions of food to keep their mate busy because if the female finishes eating before the male, well, finishes, she pushes him away to make way for another male to bring food. But, if the male is satisfied before, whatever food is left, the male snatches and brings it to another female. The goal is to mate with as many females as possible during the mating season. But, werewolf lover only needs you.
''Eat,'' he growls, his voice a deep, resonant hum.
''I kweef twollif youf, I- '' your voice trembles as you struggle to speak, your mouth stuffed with food, and your pussy stuffed with him.
Your eyes roll to the back of your head as his hard, bulbous cock rocks into you. He laughs, a low, guttural sound that vibrates in your ribs as he lifts your hips and drives into you with a smooth, shocking force. ''Don't try to speak,'' he advised, his hips grinding into you.
''Just consume. If you finish this before I am satisfied, you may reject me and call for the next provider. It is the law.''
You let out a ragged moan as the initial shock passed into pleasure.
''Bwoff mmm!''you choke, struggling to swallow the food as he rocks into you, your breath catching as he begins to accelerate.
''That is the goal, beloved,'' he whispered, driving deeper still. ''To keep you occupied as I stuff you full of my seed, before spreading it somewhere else."
"But, my sweet human, I don't need any other nor anything but your sweet warmth'' Grunts and groans leave his throat as the rhythmic, wet sounds of his hips hitting against you could be heard. ''You feel like a velvet furnace.'' His knot slipped in, causing him to howl, your tight cunt squeezing onto it.
His end drew nearer than he thought, his cum shooting into your cunt, ropes and ropes of warm fluid paint your walls as a cry leaves his lips.
He slumped forward, breathing heavily as he looked down. The food dripping down your cheeks and face, and some still resting on the ground untouched. His instincts screamed: 'Take the food and move on!' But the sight of you, flushed and breathless beneath him, staring up with wide, satisfied eyes, overruled the law.
''The food,'' he managed, his voice thick and ragged. ''there is still much left.''
You panted, pushing a stray lock of hair from your sweat-damp forehead.
''The rule states… if I finish first, I must take the food and depart, leaving you… fully provided for''
''But you won’t, will you?'' you challenged, a playful, exhausted smile touching your lips. He straightens back up, ''No. I find I am too fond of your particular brand of distraction. This is a problem, my little treasure. I must ensure you complete your meal.''
A shiver runs through you as you feel his dick pulsing with renewed vigor inside you.
(idk, is school starting to make me dry on ideasss? i dont even read as much anymore😞)