#werewolf core

[pamiwerewolfybunterfly]

Awwwwwww Us Core

[cuckolded-by-the-king-of-dips]

“Even a man who is pure at heart and says his prayers by night, may become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms and the moon is shining bright.” ~Van Helsing

[badwolfdogbutch]

Moons out cocks out

[raddalonenshoneytrove]

Medieval werewolf core 🐺

[trashmyash]

Getting werewolf-y in the club

[pursuitseternal]

“The Mutt of Oromë” update to “Tamed by Light:” ready for reading!

Summary: the army of Thingol marches, and Sauron must endure the ride locked away with this favorite stinking dog, Huan. But he cannot help but wonder, where his mistress is on her ride… and if she will find him in dreams again…

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Saurondriel | First Age | Explicit

Cw: Good boy behavior, aggravated snapping at your love’s brother, wet dog smell, forced proximity with the canine enemy, Beren’s thick, Scottish accent, NSFW DREAM EDITION II

A small canvas tent, plain, unremarkable. Except for the She-elf who laid on her bedroll, stripped of her armor, her garments. Waiting and naked. Sauron hesitated, glancing down as he took in his own humnalike, equally naked state.

“Galadriel,” he growled her name, a question, and taunt, a plea all in one single, sweet word.

“I’ve had enough words today, too many for an immortal life, so do not speak, my friend,” she whispered, reaching her arm towards him. “Do anything else with that mouth than talk.”

He obeyed, lowering his body to glide alongside hers, the soft heat of her skin warming him, that instant rush of need piercing his gut to touch her. One hand cradled her cheek, sweeping her fingers through those almost-iridescent locks. “Do you know… how could you know how to call me to you?”

“As if I would let you slip into my dreams last night and not want more, Sauron…” she pecked at his lips, sucking them into her own mouth with a ferocity. A hunger. A lingering rage from her day. “Now, use that mouth, my love, and let’s try to break this curse once and for all.”

“Yes, mistress,” he breathed, inhaling her own air as he spoke, tasting her on his tongue. Her hands caressed over his skin, stroking his already hardened length. A press of her thigh and his body shifted over hers at her command. His cock firm in her grip, she teased that thick, blunted head over her entrances, sliding over her slick seam. Already wet and aching and empty. Already to be filled.

“I wanted nothing more than to sleep all day again,” she breathed into his mouth, guiding him deep into her sweet and secret spot. “Nothing more than to find your soul and try to free you, my beast, my friend.”

He chuckled, his voice mingling with her unbridled groan as he thrust, the sweet friction of her walls dragging over every bit of his cock. “Once I’m freed, will you take me as such in your real bed?”

“Once you’re freed, you think I’d let you out of it?” She bit his lips, nipping them, her hands clawed around the perfect swell of his ass as he continued to move inside her.

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[pursuitseternal]

“The Mutt of Oromë” might be Sauron’s company, but his mind is fixed on Galadriel… update coming for “Tamed by Light”

Summary: the army of Thingol marches, and Sauron must endure the ride locked away with this favorite stinking dog, Huan. But he cannot help but wonder, where his mistress is on her ride… and if she will find him in dreams again…

Saurondriel | First Age | Explicit

Cw: Good boy behavior, aggravated snapping at your love’s brother, wet dog smell, forced proximity with the canine enemy, Beren’s thick, Scottish accent.

Sneak peak below…

Sauron swerved from under her petting, sticking out his tongue to kiss her hand. She did not withdraw, no, instead he watched as her eyes closed. Briefly. Relishing his tongue’s warmth and wetness for just those few laps.

“You don’t know where that mouth has been,” a cold, commanding voice snapped at them. They turned swiftly, the chilling, distant stare of Finrod Felagund scrutinizing them from up the path. His blue eyes were exacting, his mouth curved in a frown of disapproval. “Probably gnawing on the bones of our allies,” he hissed, his nostrils flaring. Just like his sister.

“Or our enemies,” Galadriel added. There is was, Sauron chuckled only on the inside. The arrogant tilt of her head, the cock of her chin. The equally flaring nostrils. “You can’t underestimate the advantage that he could be once more against Carcharoth. Against Morgoth.”

“He would have more advantage if he could be more of his own form rather than you pet, Sister.” Finrod scanned that irritated gaze over the wolf beside his kin. “Of course, that assumes he won’t betray us the moment he does find freedom from his curse. Perhaps better to keep him on your leash, at your side, or snuggled at the foot of your bed.”

“Who’s to say I won’t stay at her side once I do break this curse, Felagund.” Sauron grinning as he looked up at them. “Of course, I would hope to advance to in her bed than at the foot of it.”

That really stoked Finrod’s temper, and Sauron could almost see his pulse raise and throb in the bulging vein of his neck. His fist gripped on the hilt at his hip, knuckles going white. But his sensibilities won out, the King of Nargothrond spinning on his heel and marching down the hill to join the rest of the warriors.

Galadriel’s mouth turned in an amused sort of frown. As if she knew what he said was wrong… and yet, not against her own… well her own dreams. “My friend, you really shouldn’t be provoking my brother,” a gentle chastisement.

“It’s just so easy,” he shrugged those wolf-shoulders, “and so much fun.”

“For my sake, Sauron, please,” she smirked, patting his head again, “play nice and be a good boy.”

Thanks to @marimosalad and @klynnvakarian for their accompanying fan works in the moodboard! 😘😘

[pursuitseternal]

Freaky Friday (or whatever day you get to this)

Kinktober is upon us; let’s set the mood!

Share a snippet/sneak peek from a freaky WIP or a project you recently worked on and tag your fellow smut connoisseurs to see what everyone's been up to. Enjoy the spice and happy creating!

Thanks for the tag @lady-of-imladris !!

*searches through collection of questionable content* Well, I will have to go with my specially prepared Spooktacular Werewolf!Sauron fic.

I give you a snippet from “Trespassers Beware:”🐺

CW: bestiality, werewolf orgy (is that a thing? It is now), possession of wolves, shadow Sauron who can’t take form (hence the use of the wolves)

As if to answer your desperate prayer, something hot trails over your mound. All you see is the hulking frame of that Great Wolf, eyes gleaming up from between your legs. “This wolf is strong, hungry,” your lover’s voice curls inside your mind, as if stoking your desire from within. “A most worthy alpha to use for what I have waited centuries to do to you once more.” His laugh spiked a new sort of shiver down your spine as the animal chuffed and sniffed your folds. “You better beg me to stay in control of this monster…”

“You wouldn’t for one second relinquish control to another,” you snap in return, “no I trust you to be in complete control to enjoy this perverted union.”

“Thousands of years and you finally have learned your fate,” his words brushed like a loving caress. “None shall have you as I have, not in this world or the next….”

His words soften as you feel the cold press of a snout between you folds. Hot and cold mingle in one delicious mix, making your every nerve light on fire. Hot breath, chilled nose. Hot tongues and saliva between your legs and around your wrists as you lay on the freezing ground. An offering to the Wolf Lord himself.

Suddenly you feel heated mouths panting on you. A tongue slips between your folds, lapping and licking with ferocity. A hunger barely bridled. But you can see nothing but black fur now wreathing your vision. More beasts descend upon you, eyes glowing. All under his influence.

“If I must only take what is mine through these wolves, I might as well make use of them all.” His voice tickles in both your ears, sounding from between your thighs, echoing inside your very mind. “And I will use them all at once, in case you doubt my power…”

Maws lower to both your pointed nipples, coating both in matching swirls of wolf-tongues. Your body floods, unable to take the contact on your skin. The heat and the wet saliva that trickles from your cunt, slipping down the side of your body as all three mouths make sloppy work of your pleasure. A graze of teeth against one nipple sends a scream from your lips, you try to lift your hands, but more fangs press softly into your wrists.

And then you hear that low, throated laugh shiver through your body and mind again.

“Why such a hurry?” he chuckles. “I am starved since last we coupled, as are you from the smell of you. Be still, Princess, my tongues will do you some good.”

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