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Wolf

I could smell her. So sweet. So mine.

I could hear her breathing, even and slow. She was deep in slumber.

And that’s why I went closer, that’s why I broke in.

Although I cared little whether my female knew what I was doing, I didn’t want to frighten her. If she saw me, she would be terrified.

She’d run from me.

And as much as I wanted her to do that, as much as I wanted to chase, pin her to the forest ground, and rut between her thighs like the nasty fucking beast I was, I wanted her running because she knew how much it turned me on and she was desperate to please me.

Breaking the lock on the door was easy, as easy as snapping the bones of a rabbit I intended to eat. Human contraptions were nothing but flimsy tools they thought could keep the nightmares away.

My body was too big and wide to clear the entrance, and I had to twist and shift my shoulders in order to clear it.

The cabin smelled like age and musk, like human males who’d come and gone from this place. I snarled at the thought of my female anywhere near another male. I’d rip their throats out for even thinking of her.

But underneath that old stink was the sweet scent of her .

I inhaled deeply, feeling desire settle right in my dick, the heavy length hardening. I followed the scent of her and stepped into the small enclosure where she slept soundly. And for long moments I just watched her, my mouth watering for a taste, saliva dripping from my fangs and jaw because she made me starved.

I looked around the small room, noticing a large bag on the floor. I moved toward it, the heavy thud of my feet, and the scrape of my claws on the wooden floor loud enough I expected her to wake from it. But my female slept on.

I crouched onto my haunches and curled the tip of a black claw around the small metal hook that kept it sealed, pulling it open to reveal its contents. I reached inside and picked up the first item I touched, a soft piece of fabric that smelled enticingly like my female.

Slowly swiveling my head back toward where she slept, I brought it to my snout and inhaled deeply, the scent of her pussy faint on the cotton.

I felt my cock become fully erect, a bead of seed lining the tip.

When I stood, I still held the piece of fabric, envisioning the material cupping her pussy.

My mouth watered, and I moved closer to her, curling my paw tighter around the material for a second before letting it drop to the ground.

I saw the same metal piece hanging from her covering and reached out to pull it down, like I’d done with the bag.

The zzz of the two halves of material coming undone had the predator in me growing more anxious. And when I pulled the top piece away from her, it gifted me with the sight of her lush body.

“Mmm,” I growled, not caring how loud I was.

She was covered from ankle to chest, but I could still make out her curvy body as her clothing fitted to all that womanly perfection.

Her thighs were nice and thick, and all I could do was imagine that the female who was mine would need meat on her bones to handle the primal fucking I’d give her. I couldn’t have a mate who was all skin and bones, not with how big and strong I was. I’d break her in half.

Her belly was full and rounded, and her hips wide—so that all I could picture was gripping on to them as I forced her to take my too gigantic cock.

My shaft was hard, the thick knot in the center growing as I envisioned all the filthy things I’d do to her once I had her back in my lair.

Gripping my shaft, I tightened my hold around that swollen girth. The knot was a primal part of my anatomy that would lock inside of her so I could pump her full of my cum. It would ensure I wasted no drop.

I couldn't help but imagine her tiny body under mine as I pistoned in and out before finally feeling her walls clamp around me as she found her release. She was so much smaller than me, like a little bird.

I groaned at the vision my mind conjured up of her pussy tightening. That’s what would push me over the edge and into my own carnal ecstasy.

I pumped my paw faster and harder. Every muscle in my body was tight, and I had to open my mouth slightly to get enough oxygen.

Holding in my growl of pleasure was torture, and as much as I wanted her awake so she could watch me pleasure myself in front of her, jerking off at the sight of her sleeping was a turn-on I wouldn’t deny myself.

My big, hairy balls tightened with my impending orgasm, and I kept my upper body hunched over as I gripped the wooden frame above me with my other hand. My claws dug into the wood and I hissed through my fangs.

The slap slap slap of my paw moving swiftly over my ribbed shaft was obscenely loud, which only fueled my need to come even more.

And when she breathed out softly and turned her face toward me, I couldn’t hold in my purr of pleasure.

I felt the ridges that lined my cock become more pronounced as my pleasure rose. I felt the crown swell, and glanced down to watch a thick, white drop of cum spill out of the slit at the tip.

With my focus back, lowering my gaze to her ample tits and watching as her nipples stabbed through the material, pushed me over the edge. I came, feeling jet after jet of milky white seed spray out of my cock and coat her cotton-covered breasts. I positioned my dick so I could mark her full belly and thick thighs, needing her to be covered by my cum so she smelled only of me.

A growl rumbled from me. It was low and deep, but not loud enough she’d wake. I dug my claws even deeper into the banister of her sleeping platform, scraping them down slowly so they left deep grooves.

The pleasure was endless, but this wasn’t about getting off, even if it felt incredible. This was about marking the female I’d deemed as mine.

This was about making her smell like me, so all other predators would know I took her and if they so much as came close to her, I’d rip their throats out.

I squeezed my paw around the crown of my cock, pushing out another drop of seed and angling myself so a thick line of cum dribbled out of the tip and covered her mouth. For a second, that single rope of cum connected us.

Oh, she was perfect with my seed painting her, and even prettier when I reached out with my oversized paw and ran a digit over her mouth, smearing it into her plump lips.

I leaned in, her curvy body so much tinier than my beastly form. She was so soft, all smooth skin and dark waves spread out around her.

Her breath moved along the fur of my neck, smelling like fermented berries. My mouth watered to see if she tasted as sweet.

I ran the tip of my snout along her cheek, scenting her, my cock hardening all over again. So perfect.

I didn’t deny myself as I let my tongue move along the side of her face, tasting my little human female.

There was no more waiting. It was time I finally made her mine.