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ragdoll-exoart · 2 years

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Courting a Drider by accident - I

This fic has mature content with non-con elements, predator x prey. Only read it if +18

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Drider x female human

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The drider slammed her back against the trunk of a tree.

"You naughty little human, you'll pay for what you did to me!" He hissed menacingly as he clutched his bleeding forearm. The human hunter would've sliced it off if the Drider didn't have such good reflexes. Well, even without an arm, he still had another three to compensate along with all his eight spider legs.

He also underestimated her, acting like a cat toying with a rat before killing it, so the cut was well deserved.

"I'm not scared of you, you ugly fiend!" The woman said defiantly, looking up to the monster who towered over her. She tried to move, but her back remained glued to the trunk behind her. She probably was trapped by one of the webs made by the drider that she didn’t notice. The female warrior shouldn't have fight with him so deep inside the forest, in the monster's territory, now she was trapped, her sword on the ground just under him and far away from her reach.

"O-ho! You should be," He lowered his torso to have a better look at the face of the human who dared to trespass his domains. He grabbed her by the chin with one of his hands and opened a devilish grin that exposed his bare fangs and his sharp teeth. "It's been a while since the last time I ate human flesh," Paralyzed by fear the woman didn't move a muscle as the drider approached his face just under her jaw, inhaling deeply. "And you smell so, so good," His voice was low and hoarse. "Must taste as good as well,"

Her brain suddenly woke up from the daze as if predicting her incoming death and she finally found strength to react. The drider quickly backed away as the woman tried to cut his throat with a pocket knife.

"G-get away from me!" She shrieked in a tremble voice, not sounding as courageous as she wanted to be, but she was a warrior and wouldn't give up without a fight.

The drider checked her over with more amusement than annoyance. Oh, she probably looked pathetic with her back glued to a tree and only a small knife to protect her life. He huffed out a snort. "You're a dangerous one, aren't you?" In a blink of an eye, her weapon was gone from her hand. "I must be careful with you, right?" His voice was filled with sarcasm as he played with the stolen knife between his long fingers, examining curiously the metal blade.

"You'd better be," She spat in anger, aware that she was far from threatening, as she was clearly all barks and no bites but wanting to take off all frustration from inside her chest. "Come closer again, and I'll bite your face off!"

The drider retreated back a little, looking as astonished as if a horn just sprouted on her head. He leaned down his torso just enough to maintain their heads at the same level, his three pairs of eyes searching through her facial expressions. The woman did her best to conceal how awfully frightened she was trying to simulate a mask of anger as she kept her eyes locked with the monster's.

The seconds stretched and was odd the way how the whole body of the drider stayed still as a statue while he examined the woman. Her heart was beating at a maddening pace and her legs felt like jelly. The woman prayed inwardly that the creature ended everything quickly. As he opened a grin full of teeth, her only thoughts were how HE was the one who could actually bite her face off. "Human teeth aren't so sharp, you can't hurt me,"

"T-try me," She said defiantly.

He chuckled darkly. “A little man with a big mouth,”

“I’m not a man! I’m a woman!” She complained, always tired of people who didn’t acknowledge her skills due to her gender, always mistaking her for a boy. She was about to die, yes, but she would do so with her honor as a woman!

“I’ve heard female humans taste way better than men, I’ve always wanted to try it,” He said as he licked his chops.

“Well, I would try a drider too, but I bet you taste awful!” She said without thinking and blushed as soon as she noticed how twisted her words could ring on the wrong ears.

The drider was taken aback by her words. Then he grabbed her face in one hand and narrowed his eyes at the woman. “Careful with your tongue, human,” She struggled and used her own hands trying to release herself from his grip, but he had an extra pair of hands to grab them and hold her firmly in place. With only his thumb and middle finger, he pressed each one of her cheeks, forcing her jaw to open. He slid his index finger inside her mouth and she closed her eyes in anticipation, thinking he was about to rip the inside of her mouth using his nail but it was retracted, she could feel it as he caressed her tongue. The moment he let his guard down and relaxed his grip, she closed her jaw with all the strength she could muster to bite his finger off. He hissed but didn't pull it off even as she continued to chew it in attempt to hurt him as bad as possible. "See? You are weak, can't you try harder?" His skin was sturdy but she was determined and felt a small victory when the metallic taste of blood invaded her mouth. He hissed again and when she looked up, the drider was biting his own lower lip in an expression of pure delight.

The woman had an awkward feeling and tried to take his finger off her mouth, but he didn't allow her to budge.

"Are your intentions true?" He said in a hoarse voice. "Do you spit or swallow?"

She started to panic by the way he sounded. Of course she was only imagining the double meaning of his question. About what intentions was he speaking of? His blood tasted awful and way too strong. The only thing that crossed her mind and was plausible was the fact that perhaps drider's blood was toxic for humans. It seemed better for her to die quickly, so she sucked his finger and swallowed all the blood and saliva in a big gulp. He pulled his finger as if she just burned him and looked at her with a startled expression.

"Y-you sure of it?" He asked with such insecurity that the woman felt as if she was unexpectedly talking to a thirteen old boy. She didn't understand what the hell was happening, but if he somehow was feeling intimidated by her, it was best to stay in character.

"The only thing I'm sure of," She started, her voice now in a tone of renewed confidence. "Is that if I were a monster like you, I would pin you to the ground and rip each one of your limbs, very slowly and painfully,"

He drew on a breath. "Slowly?" His voice was shaken. Whatever the woman was doing, she was walking on the right path.

"Yes, very, very slowly. I would want to keep you alive as long as possible, make you suffer until I was done with you.” Again she blushed a little by the double implication of her words.

"Oh fuck," He breathed and made a painful expression as one of his hands felt downwards to touch his lower belly, exactly where a human crotch would be, though in his particular case it was at the junction where his humanoid part fused with the spider body. It was covered in thick dark hair, just like a tarantula, but she could see something poking out of it, shinning and dripping.

Oh no.

It couldn't be his... could it?

"And what would you do... after?" He asked giving a stroke on it. Oh yes, that was definitely a drider's cock.

"A-after what?" She asked stupidly, unable to take her eyes out of that.

"Would you let me live?" He asked in ragged breaths, still touching himself with a dazed expression on his face.

She had to give the worst answer imaginable that could act as an ice bucket of water on him. "Oh no, of course not," The tip of his cock twitched, as if it was a being with its own free will. "I would feast on your flesh until your last breath,"

He grunted and made a frustrated expression as his cock furiously expelled a long white stream, he wrapped his hand tightly on it in an attempt to prevent it from happening, but his cum kept coming out, a load so long and heavy it looked like he was peeing.

Oh no, what she just did?

“H-hey! What’s your problem you stupid monster??” She asked exasperated by the absurdity of her situation. Of all the possible scenarios she imagined as she hunted down the drider, she never expected that it would end with him jerking off to her and climaxing as she said how she would torture him.

“What’s MY problem?” He laughed like a maniac, his lips stretched in a way that exposed too much of his teeth and fangs, a mouth that could easily take apart any limb from her body. “Oh, you are so cute, brave woman, coming from so far away just to courtship me,”

She blinked stupidly at him and gasped. “I did not!”

He pulled her easily from the tree only to slam her against his body, one pair of hands holding her by the arms as another pair held her just under the knees, making her straddle him in the air as their faces were awfully close. “Don’t deny it, little human, not when you so boldly state that you also want to carry my offspring.”

Before she could state otherwise, she felt a sting on her neck and she cried in pain as the drider buried his fangs and teeth on her flesh.

“Stop, it hurts!” She complained in a crying voice, while she grabbed him by the hair, trying to pull him off.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” He said in a voice so sweet it almost dripped honey. Then he kissed where he bit her and slurped the area. That honey was probably her blood. “Don’t you want your belly stuffed with my eggs?”

‘No’, her rational mind thought. ‘Yes’, said the warmth that was spreading through her lower belly. Her mind was fuzzy.

She heard him breathing a laugh near her ear. “Don’t worry, I’ll take very good care of you,” The drider said as he carried her more deep inside the forest and far away from human civilization. A primal instinct screamed that he was carrying her towards his lair, a place where he had absolute power and safe enough for them to mate without being disturbed or endangered by anything. If something bad happened to her, no one would ever find out.

The woman had no clue about drider’s reproductive habits, in particular the fact that female driders often killed the males after their coupling and they consider an honor to serve as the food that will nurture the future generations. It turned him on not just the things she said to him, but also the fact that she didn’t cower in fear or plead for her life even after being captured by him. Easy prey is too boring.

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la-hannya · 10 months

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Gurl, that's a very dangerous sentence to use while in that position.

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rogue-unleashed · 5 months

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The Catfolk

Chapter Three: A Quiet Afternoon

Summary: Just as you settle in, Jargal thinks it’s time to stir the pot. Warnings: cursing Word count: 1984

It was weird and still a little bit scary.

It has been a week since you agreed to stay with the Maeko, and although they lived very differently like the people at the mansion, it wasn't too hard to learn the ropes of being with the catfolk.

You stayed in Bataar's hut. You don't know how, but you missed the stairs to the upper floor when you first arrived and looked for a weapon. There wasn't anything special up there, just a bed and a few trophies he hunted down over the years. You slept on the furs downstairs, it was warm and surprisingly cozy.

During the first days, you didn't dare to leave his side. You learned that he was the chieftain of the Maeko, the tribe of tigerlike catfolk. At least, most of them were tigers, since there were a few exceptions among them. Like Duren, a kind lioness who helped you prepare food, and Ekna, the cheetah. She was direct and a bit rough with her words, she didn't speak your language that well, but she made sure you understood all the tasks she gave you.

And of course, there was Jargal, the black panther that still terrified you whenever you saw him. He snarled and stared at you with a gaze that could kill. Duren and Ekna said that you shouldn't worry about him that much, since it was Bataar who took you in, and he didn't question his choices that much.

Still, you tried your best to stay out of that panther's way.

Bataar, on the other hand, was so much different. He had a lot to do during the day, but he took time to check up on you, making sure that everyone treated you right and such. Every night, he escorted you back to the hut, asking you about your day. It warmed your heart and you felt nothing but gratitude towards him.

But it made you wonder.

"How can it be that Bataar doesn't have a mate?", you asked one day while you sat down with Ekna and Duren to wash some clothes.

"What do you mean?" The cheetah perked up her ears curiously as she asked.

"He is so nice and always ready to help everyone. And he is the chieftain! Why is he leaving alone?"

"Well", Duren sighed, "It wasn't like that all the time. He had a mate, her name was Yagan."

"She was strong and kind, and they had many cubs!", Ekna added with a sour smile.

"But she died a few years ago, and ever since, Bataar hasn't had anyone in his bed."

It made sense. You remain silent for a while. Poor Bataar. You only knew him for a week now, but you already had a feeling that you wanted him to be happy. He truly cared about his tribe and wanted the best for everyone.

Once you finished the clothes and parted ways with the females, you realized that this was the first time that there wasn't any kind of task left for you. There was still plenty of food for yourself and Bataar, you already fed the chickens and cleaned up the house in the morning, and now that you were done with the washing too, there was nothing left to do.

You took a deep breath from the warm afternoon. For all your life, you were a servant, and while you did a very similar job here too, it was still different. They didn't make you stay, you were not the Maeko's or Bataar's possession.

You were more or less free, and it was still a lot to take in.

So after a little walk around the hut, you decided to find Bataar and ask him if you could help him in any way.

In the morning he always took a long walk around the village, just inspecting everyone and everything. After that, he spent his time with his warriors and hunters, making plans for their next move. The Maekos were hunters and adventurers, always seeking something new, for trading all kinds of goods, but also, just for the thrill of it. And you liked that - it was so different from your past life, it offered something fresh, something new.

But for the afternoon, it was hard to predict where to find him. Sometimes he went out for a quick hunt or trained with his warriors, but you often found him having a nap in the shade of a tree.

So you just paced around in the village. After a while, the Maeko got used to your presence, and there were no side eyes toward you. Although, you weren't the first human in the village. Ekna and Duran already told you that there were many times that tribe took in humans. In the past, there were human slaves around the village at all times, but the tradition of slaves faded away for good for a while now. It was never forbidden for humans to join the Maeko if they were worthy. And you also learned that some of the catfolks got a bit too excited about their new human neighbors, so much so that from neighbors they quickly became mates.

You still didn't know how to feel about that.

"How is it feel like to be the chieftain's little fucktoy, human?"

You almost jumped as you heard a raspy voice from behind. You turned back with a little yelp immediately, and your blood went cold.

There was Jargal, leaning against a tree, polishing his knife with a cloth, with a glare on his face. He was taller than you, and as he only wore a leather vest on his upper body, you could see the muscles under his fur, and it didn't make him less scary. You were in such a panic that for a while you didn't even realize what he just said.

"His what?" you muttered with confusion, and the beast laughed.

"Don't pretend like you have no clue what am I talking about." He put the knife back onto his belt with a huff and closed the distance between you. You wanted to back away, but your back hit a wall. He squeezed you between the wall of a hut and his bulky, muscular body.

"I thought after losing Yagan he would never pick anyone else, but he couldn't resist your soft little body, right?" he growled, with a smile that made you shiver. "You trembling like a bunny, huh? He should take better care of his belongings. Leaving you alone like that? What if somebody would steal you away? His little doll?"

You just couldn't handle it anymore. Not the way he was looking at you, how he talked about Bataar, and especially how he leaned even closer to you. He was threatening, yeah, and you were more than terrified of him and what he could do to you, sure. But you just couldn't take it anymore.

"I am nobody's possession and if you don't back away right now..."

"Nobody's possession?" he asked, not even acknowledging the fact you were trying to threaten him with something. "You telling me that it's been a week and he still hasn't claimed you?" he laughed viciously.

"Claim me?"

He really thought all along that you and Bataar were sleeping together...? Why would he...?

"You really are dumb, aren't you?", he leaned even closer, now his fangs were just inched away from your face as he grinned. "But that's okay. So you are nobody's possession, huh? It won't be long before someone would sweep you away and..."

"Jargal!"

A crispy voice made the both of you flinch, and you turned your head to the owner of it. An older, female catfolk appeared from the other side of the hut.

"Don't bother the human, at least not next to my house, you moron."

The panther grunted with annoyance but then stepped back with a cocky smile.

"Looks like you got lucky today. We'll see how long he can keep you by his side."

"Come on, don't you have anything better to do than being a menace?" the hag growled again, waving with the wooden spoon in her hands as she came closer. "If you keep that up I will ask Bataar to send you away for herbs you will never find."

Jargal just growled and with a final, intimidating look at you, he walked away with a puff. You turned to the old female, trying to say thank you, but as soon as you smiled at her, she bashed at you too. "And why are you still trembling like a reed in the wind? Do you want him to come back? Now come inside, you should eat some soup before you faint on me or something."

She didn't even wait for your answer, just turned her back on you and slowly shuffled back to the hut. She really seemed old now that the threat disappeared, you almost heard her bones rattling as she took off.

Her name was Altan. She talked a lot, mostly to herself. How the young ones annoyed everyone around the village, especially Jargal, how Bataar should finally get rid of him, and how Yagan would have never let anyone be so disrespectful to Bataar. She rambled about how the tribe has changed since she was a child and you found yourself smiling at the whole scene. The old ones are the same in every species, as it seems, right?

Someone knocked on the door, and as you both turned in its direction, you saw a familiar face.

"Ah, there you are", said Bataar with a smile as he came in. "You're not bothering Altan, are you?"

You tried to answer, but Altan cut you off.

"Nah, other than nearly pissing herself in front of my hut, nah", she waved it off as she was preparing some kind of ointment in a dish. Bataar looked at you with confusion.

"What?"

"You should be more careful, Bataar", said Altan more seriously this time. "Jargal is getting out of hand."

His curious gaze quickly turned into worry as he took a few steps closer to you.

"Did he hurt you?!"

You shook your head. "No, don't worry about me. He disappeared when Altan scolded him."

Bataar growled quietly, his white brow spots furrowed as he looked out the window of the hut.

"I will have a word with him."

"Oh yes, because words will help you keep Jargal away from your new little pet, of course."

You both stared at Altan for long seconds.

And after that, there wasn't really a conversation. Bataar walked you back to the hut, quietly, and you weren't sure what kind of silence it was.

It wasn't awkward.

Maybe a little bit, but you didn't feel embarrassed or ashamed. You slowly glanced up at him, wondering what could be on his mind. You wanted to ask, but... You still felt like a stranger next to him sometimes. You didn't blame yourself for that, since it was only a week ago when he saved you.

But still.

When you reached the hut, you opened the door but then stopped. Bataar looked at you, and as you glanced up at him, you felt a tug on your heart.

"I..." You opened your mouth to say something, but you closed it quickly. You weren't sure what to say, but you desperately wanted to tell him something.

"I think you should rest now." Bataar cut you off from that. You weren't sure, but... He looked just as confused as you.

"You might be right." You nodded, looking away sheepishly.

"We'll go out hunting, so don't wait for me tonight."

You looked up, a bit surprised. You didn't know you would be alone tonight. Maybe your face said too much though, because Bataar smiled, and patted your head lightly.

"Don't worry. We'll see each other tomorrow."

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wistfulfables · 3 months

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I made a thing!

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moesisterson · 1 year

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I've a sudden urge today to draw Sonic and Elise getting married

Too bad Christmas art takes priority :c

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monster-crave · 20 days

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She really loves her bull.

Cover art for an ongoing comic: patreon.com/monstercrave

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jezzlen · 7 months

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that moment when no cow gf i think it's about time to raise the age rating of this blog a "tad" bit

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ragdoll-exoart · 1 year

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Welcome to the Witch’s Hut - II

This fic has mature content. Only read it if you are +18

If you don’t like the theme, don’t read! Check the tags!

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Werewolf x female human

II - Hans

Lily was inside her hut, reading an old book behind the balcony. It was nearly midnight and the witch wasn't expecting any customers at this late hour. Nonetheless, the hanging bell announced a visitor when the door opened. Lily didn't acknowledge the presence of the stranger, slightly annoyed by the interruption, and kept her eyes glued on the book, wanting to at least finish the page she was reading.

The visitor stood in the middle of the room in complete silence, waiting patiently for the tiny woman with unruly purple locks of hair to finish her task. When she finally decided to question the reasons for such a late visit, she was startled to see that the person in question was a male nearly seven feet tall. She felt uncomfortable that the owner of such an imposing figure was able to erase his presence so well. Then she skimmed her eyes over the man and understood what he really was.

A wolf in sheep's clothing... a giant deadly sheep, this one.

She wasn't afraid, of course, he was the one inside a witch's territory. No matter how powerful he could be, the hut was her temple and Lily was like a goddess inside her place.

But there was no need to feel alarmed just because she was caught off guard. She couldn't feel any harmful intentions coming from the werewolf who stood in the room using his human form. As a man he was tall and muscular, his shirt had a few buttons open, showing his chest, hairy like his forearms. A stubble covered his face and his hair was short, with a chestnut color that matched his eyes.

As Lily studied his appearance, he studied her back, and the faint smirk forming on his lips showed that he liked what he was seeing. His canines were slightly sharp even in his human form.

She lifted an eyebrow and stared at him with her best expression of disdain. "Can I help you?" The fact that he waited for Lily to talk first indicated to the witch that he wasn't stupid at least.

He shuffled the hair on the back of his head, sheepishly, showing a small flush on his neck and cheeks. He gave two steps towards her. "I don't know if you can help me," He said hesitantly, looking around. "Truth be told, I don't even know how I came to find this place,"

The witch opened a smirk. For her hut to allow and invite him at such a late hour, it was meant as a gift delivered to her on a silver platter. Obviously, the werewolf wanted something very dirty.

"Just tell me what you've been thinking," She said nonchalantly as she played with a purple lock of hair.

"Oh, I- I—" He turned red as a tomato.

"You, you," She teased. "I'll ask again, what have you been thinking at such a late hour to arrive at my place?" She smirked mischievously. "I warn you that I'm a witch and I'll know if you are lying to my face,"

He averted his gaze and opened a nervous smile. "I was only thinking about having a female company tonight, if you know what I mean,"

She giggled. "Yes, and we both know this isn't all you've been thinking about," Lily said in a flirty voice as she batted her eyelashes at him.

The man let out a breath as if she punched his stomach. Then he looked at her as if seeing her for the first time. He gave a few steps towards her until only the balcony was between them. He opened a charming smirk as he leaned closer to the witch, supporting his weight on his elbows. "If you know what I want, why do you ask?" He asked in a hoarse voice.

Lily shrugged. "If you want something, you have to at least have the balls to say it aloud,"

He bit his lower lip as he leered at her with a dark gaze. "It's not about balls, dear, it's about a knot and I doubt someone your size can take it," He said in a way that indicated that he wanted to be wrong about it.

The witch laughed. "Oh I see, Mr. werewolf can be blunt,"

He never stated clearly what he was, but didn’t seem fazed by the fact that she was aware of his condition. After all, as a witch, it was her job to know and notice things that ordinary people usually didn't. He opened a smile full of teeth. "I can be many things, love. I can be a gentleman for you if you are in the mood for some adventure today,"

Lily chuckled darkly. "You can be many things, but a gentleman it's not one of them,"

"We barely met and you already know me so well," He said in a flirtatious voice.

"Not yet. It seems I need to know more about this knot you mentioned,"

"You aren't scared," He declared, clearly amused and somehow relieved. He tickled her under the chin with his index finger and opened a mischievous smirk. "Does this mean that I can be a big bad wolf to you?"

"You can try,"

"Oho! You're bold and talk big, my love, I hope you don't cower when you see how big and bad I can be..."

"I'm a witch, Mr. Werewolf... way older than I appear to be, I saw and heard many things in this life. Do you really think you can impress me?" She said in defiance.

He stared her down and looked unsure for a moment. "You know that I mean to fuck you AFTER I transform, right?"

Lily let out a giggle. "Oh, I expect nothing more! Fucking humans seems too bland for me nowadays... but receiving a werewolf's knot... that would be a first!" She winked at him. The witch had a few friends who had the experience of mating with werewolves and was always curious about how it felt. It was good that she knew a little about what to expect, though it was still a dangerous business.

The werewolf regarded her in silence for a few seconds. "I see... Do you really want to do this or do you just want something in return?"

The werewolf wasn't stupid after all. He was aware that everything had a price for a witch. She smiled. "Can't I have it both ways?"

"Oh, you can, and you will," He said in a flirty tone. "Just tell me what you want from me,"

"At this moment I just want a mean werewolf to make me his bitch and bury his knot inside my pussy,"

"You just read my mind," He said in a breathless voice and got closer to her ear. "I'm Hans, by the way. And I hope to hear you scream my name lots of times tonight," Her eyes were closed and the sound of his voice sent shivers all through her body.

"You can call me Lily,"

Hans followed Lily inside one of the rooms. The hut was way bigger inside than it appeared on the exterior. They walked through long corridors until they finally found her bed chambers.

They barely reached her bed and Hans was already taking her clothes off, unbuttoning her dress from behind.

"I told you I don't want to fuck a human," Lily admonished him.

Hans grinned maliciously. "As you wish," He said and shoved Lily on the bed. Before she could even start to scold him, there was in front of her a fully transformed werewolf, almost twice her height, all covered in brown fur, with gold-yellow eyes and very sharp teeth. The witch felt her core throb in anticipation.

She asked for a big bad wolf and he gave her that. He ripped her clothes off with his claws and teeth and put her on fours. Hans didn't have the courtesy to lap her pussy a few times to get her ready for him, he mounted Lily without ceremony, sliding his red cock inside her cunt easily, as it was thin and wet at first, engorging in size and girth as he penetrated her vigorously like a wild animal.

Lily screamed his name like Hans predicted she would do, but never asked him to stop. Oh, she enjoyed the rough approach quite a lot and it excited her to find someone who had the balls to act so bold like that, especially under a witch’s roof.

Hans held Lily by the hips with his enormous paws as he rutted her mercilessly, resting his jaw over her shoulder and grunting near her ear. She teased him before that he wouldn't impress her with his size, but he actually did, and the moans she let out were a mix of pain and pleasure as he hammered his cock into her cervix.

When he was near his climax, he buried his cock even deeper inside her pussy and she screamed in pain and complained to him, but there was nothing she could do about it, as his knot got inside her as well and swelled quickly while his cum poured straight into her womb, filling her. The knot locked them together and she just couldn't release herself from him.

Lily cursed out loud, and the werewolf let out a grunt that sounded more like a laugh. His knot was as large as an orange and he continued to release his seed in her body and she knew that it would take a few more minutes until it deflated. But the excruciating pain soon was replaced by immense pleasure as his knot continued pulsating inside her pussy, sending waves of pure bliss near the nerve terminations of her clit. Lily moaned his name as she came around his cock, her inner walls all stretched by him. Hans grunted and locked his jaw as if he had a second orgasm as well.

Another wave of pleasure took over her, followed by another, as the knot was still there and pulsating. It was a mix of pure ecstasy and intense agony like she had never felt before. Her legs were trembling when Hans finally dislodged himself from her and Lily was uncertain if she should hex him or let him mount her once more.

It was easy to settle her decision when his warm tongue lapped her pussy, not only cleaning it but also teasing her so she would take him again as soon as they both recovered.

Hans took his time licking her folds, slowly but in a lascivious way. She shifted her body so she could stay on her back while looking at him pampering her. There was a thrill in watching a dangerous creature taking such good care of her and bringing her only joy and fulfillment. Lily felt her mouth water as she thought about giving Hans oral pleasure herself. She found her release again on his tongue, but before she could say anything, he put the witch on her fours to mount her once more.

Perhaps another day.

She gasped when he entered her again, knowing that it would be a long night since werewolves are well known for their endless stamina. Oh, Lily was pretty sure that she wouldn't be able to walk properly the following day. She almost laughed at the thought, now aware how good and straining it felt to be a werewolf's bitch.

In the end, Hans wouldn't have to give her anything back. He had left enough werewolf material all over her sheets, like semen, fur, drool... she only had to collect them later for studies and potions.

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