I didn't have to wait long. The booth to my right filled again, and a new cock appeared through the hole, this one belonging to something with scaled skin and a distinctly reptilian shape.

Probably a dragon of some sort. I eagerly wrapped my lips around it, tasting something smoky and wild. I was in heaven.

By the time I finally left the gloryhole area, I'd serviced five different partners and my jaw ached pleasantly.

The tingling from the sea creature's fluids had faded to a warm glow throughout my body, leaving me relaxed but still desperately horny.

I'd managed to edge myself the entire time without climaxing, saving my release for whatever came next.

I padded through the corridors, my towel draped over my shoulder, cock still hard and bobbing with each step.

The sauna called to me, that wet heat would feel incredible on my sensitized skin.

As I rounded the corner toward the sauna complex, I could already feel the wave of superheated air washing over me.

The sauna area consisted of three separate rooms of varying temperatures.

I chose the middle sauna, the one offering the most intense heat without being unbearable.

Pulling open the heavy wooden door, I was hit with a wall of steam and the sharp scent of cedar.

Through the haze, I could make out a few shadowy figures seated on the tiered benches.

I stepped inside, letting the door thud shut behind me.

As my eyes adjusted to the dim light filtering through the steam, I realized there were only three other occupants.

Two were engaged in quiet conversation on the lower bench, a lithe elf with luminescent markings tracing his jawline and a stocky human with a dark beard.

But it was the third figure that made my breath catch.

Sprawled across the upper bench, taking up space meant for at least three men, was the largest werewolf I'd ever seen.

Even in his relaxed position, his massive frame dominated the small room.

His fur was a rich, deep brown that glistened with sweat in the heat.

Powerful muscles rippled beneath that thick pelt with every slight movement.

His eyes were closed, but I could see his nostrils flare as I entered. He was scenting me.

I chose a spot on the middle bench, not too close to the werewolf but definitely within his line of sight should he open his eyes.

The heat enveloped me immediately, drawing beads of sweat that trickled down my chest and back.

I leaned against the cedar wall, letting my legs fall slightly open, my still-hard cock on full display.

The elf and human continued their hushed conversation, occasionally casting glances my way but mostly focused on each other. The werewolf, however, remained motionless except for the steady rise and fall of his broad chest.

Minutes passed in the sweltering heat. I closed my eyes, focusing on the sensation of sweat rolling down my skin, the way the wood felt against my back, the lingering tingling from the sea creature's essence.

I was so lost in these sensations that I didn't notice the movement until a shadow fell across me.

I opened my eyes to find the werewolf standing directly in front of me, his massive frame blocking out the light.

Up close, he was even more impressive. He had to be at least seven feet tall, with shoulders twice the width of mine.

His muzzle was long and powerful, lined with teeth that could easily tear flesh.

But it was his eyes that held me captive, amber irises with dark pupils that seemed to glow from within.

"You smell like the ocean," he rumbled, his voice so deep I felt it in my chest more than heard it. "And cum."

I swallowed hard, my cock twitching visibly at his words. "I had an encounter with a sea creature earlier in the glory holes.”

The werewolf's muzzle curled into what might have been a smile.

Without warning, he reached out one massive paw and placed it on my chest, directly over my hammering heart.

His claws were retracted, but I could feel their potential against my skin.

The pads of his fingers were rough, calloused, and deliciously hot against my sweat-slick chest.

"I can smell how aroused you are," he growled, his voice dropping even lower. "You've been servicing others, but haven't found your own release yet."

It wasn't a question, but I nodded anyway, my throat suddenly dry despite the humid air.

The elf and human had fallen silent, watching our interaction with undisguised interest. The werewolf glanced at them over his shoulder, a low rumble emanating from his chest.

"Leave us," he commanded, and they scrambled to obey, gathering their towels and slipping out the door without a word of protest.

When the door clicked shut behind them, the werewolf turned his attention back to me. His paw slid down my chest, across my stomach, until it wrapped around my cock. His grip was firm but careful, mindful of his strength.

"Such a pretty human," he murmured, stroking me slowly. "So eager to please. I wonder if you can take what I have to offer."

I looked down to where his own member had emerged from its sheath, hanging heavy between his thighs.

It was intimidating, as thick as my wrist, with a tapered head and a pronounced knot at the base that was already beginning to swell.

Pre-cum dripped from the tip, sizzling when it hit the hot wooden floor.

"I can try," I whispered, unable to tear my gaze away from his magnificent cock.

The werewolf chuckled, a sound like distant thunder. "Brave little human. Stand up."

I obeyed instantly, my legs trembling slightly as I rose to my feet. Even standing, I barely reached his chest. He towered over me, his presence overwhelming in the confined space of the sauna.

Without warning, he spun me around and bent me over the middle bench, positioning me so my ass was presented to him, my chest pressed against the hot wood of the upper tier. His massive paws gripped my hips, holding me in place.

"Stay," he commanded, and then his touch disappeared.

I remained frozen in position, heart pounding, cock throbbing between my legs. I heard him moving behind me, the sound of something being opened, and then his presence returned.

A dollop of cool lube landed between my ass cheeks, making me gasp at the temperature contrast. The werewolf's finger, as thick as two of my own, began to work the lube into my hole, circling and probing with surprising gentleness.

"Breathe," he instructed as the tip of his finger pushed inside me. "Relax for me."

I forced myself to take deep breaths, willing my muscles to loosen as he worked me open.

One finger became two, stretching me wider than I'd been in months.

The burn was exquisite, a perfect counterpoint to the heat of the sauna.

My moans echoed off the cedar walls as he scissored his fingers inside me, stretching me with methodical patience.

"That's it," he growled approvingly, adding a third massive digit. "Good boy. Take it all."

The pressure was intense, bordering on painful, but my body responded eagerly, my hole clutching at his fingers as they pushed deeper. He found my prostate with unerring accuracy, the rough pad of his middle finger stroking over it until my legs shook and pre-cum dripped steadily from my cock.

"Please," I gasped, pushing back against his hand. "I need more."

"Greedy little human," he chuckled, but his voice was thick with lust. "Don't worry. You'll get everything I have to give."

He withdrew his fingers slowly, leaving me feeling empty and desperate. I heard the sound of more lube being applied, and then the blunt head of his cock was pressing against my entrance. Despite the thorough preparation, I tensed involuntarily at the sheer size of him.

"Relax," he commanded again, one paw stroking soothingly down my spine while the other guided his massive cock. "I won't hurt you. Much."

The pressure increased gradually as he pushed forward, the tapered head of his cock easing the way. There was a moment of burning resistance, and then my body yielded, the head slipping inside with a pop that drew a strangled cry from my throat.

The werewolf froze, giving me time to adjust. "Breathe," he reminded me, his own breath coming in heavy pants that ruffled the hair on the back of my neck.

I struggled to follow his instruction, my body caught between the instinct to reject the intrusion and the desperate need for more.

Slowly, the burning subsided, replaced by a fullness that bordered on sublime.

He was so much bigger than anyone I’d taken in months.

The sheer girth of his cock felt like it was splitting me in half in the most delicious way possible.

"More," I managed to gasp, and the werewolf rumbled his approval.

He began to feed his cock into me inch by excruciating inch.

The stretch was beyond anything I'd experienced before, a relentless pressure that seemed impossible to accommodate. Yet somehow my body continued to yield, drawing him deeper until I felt I might split in two. Was it the ocean-creature’s cum that had made me so pliable?

Or maybe it was just the fact that this werewolf, whoever he was, seemed to have taken control of me completely. Either way, I just needed more cock.

"So tight," he growled, his paws gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. "You’re more capable than I thought you’d be. Most can’t take me farther than halfway."

I could feel his knot pressing against my entrance now, driving any reply I might’ve had from my mind.

His knot still wasn’t fully swollen but already daunting in its size as it pulsed against my ass.

The werewolf paused, buried nearly to the hilt, allowing me one final moment to adjust before the real claiming began.

"Ready?" he asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.