When Jeremy goes on a hike to the woods with his friend Brent, he doesn't realize that Brent is a werewolf. What he does know is that Brent has a crush on him.
When the moon comes up full and Brent runs off, Jeremy is left alone in the woods, lost and scared. The animal within finally unleashed, Brent finds his lost friend and takes what he wants from him (though Jeremy finds out that he wants it, too).
Warning: this 3089 word story contains dubious consent, graphic monster anal and oral sex with a monster cock, and a very horny werewolf.
Excerpt:
“Look, man,” Jeremy winced slightly as one of its claws cut his skin as it shredded his boxers over his ass, “Try to be gentle, okay? I’m down by this, but I can’t—“ He gasped again. The werewolf had squeezed his ass, the tips of its claws pressing into his supple flesh.
Jeremy didn’t know how much more foreplay his body could handle. It hurt, but it also felt so good. He couldn’t turn around to see, but he thought he might be bleeding now, too. The werewolf growled again, clearly wanting something. Jeremy knew what it wanted.
With one hand, he reached down its muscular and furry body. Its flesh felt hot on his hands, as though the thing was feverish. Finally, his fingered worked their way down to the thing’s tattered hiking shorts. They were the kind with a plastic button and a zipper. The button felt was jammed so tightly against the rest of the fabric that Jeremy was surprised it hadn’t just popped off on its own.
He worked at the button with his fingers, trying to get it through the little loop. When his fumbling efforts wore on, the werewolf began growling again. Jeremy worked faster.
He felt the tips of the thing’s teeth begin pressing more tightly.
Desperate, Jeremy wrenched at the button. It flew off its strings. Triumphant, his fingers unzipped the fly. He reached down through the waistline of Brent’s boxers and wrapped his fingers around the thing’s long, thick cock. He pulled it free.
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