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Words failed me, so I simply nodded, bracing myself against the bench. That was all the permission he needed. He withdrew almost completely, leaving just the head inside, then slammed forward in one powerful thrust that drove the breath from my lungs.

The force of it pushed me up against the upper bench, my chest sliding across the slick cedar as a shout tore from my throat.

The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect storm of pleasure and pain that left me gasping.

He held still for a moment, letting me feel every throbbing inch of his massive cock buried deep inside me.

"Fuck," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of our heavy breathing.

The werewolf's response was a low, rumbling chuckle. "We're just getting started, little human."

He began to move then, setting a rhythm that was both punishing and perfect.

Each thrust drove me higher up the bench, the wood slick with our combined sweat.

His cock stretched me impossibly wide, the ridge of his head dragging against my inner walls with each withdrawal before plunging back in to claim me completely.

My own cock was trapped between my body and the bench, the friction adding another layer of sensation to the overwhelming assault on my senses. The heat of the sauna intensified everything, the slide of sweat between us, the burn in my lungs, and the way my skin felt hypersensitive to every touch.

"Damn you’re good," the werewolf growled, his pace increasing. "Such a perfect little cock sleeve."

His words sent electricity through my spine, and I pushed back to meet his thrusts, desperate for more. The sound of our bodies colliding echoed off the cedar walls, punctuated by my increasingly desperate moans and his animalistic grunts.

The werewolf's knot was swelling now, catching against my rim with each thrust. The pressure was incredible, a promise of the complete claiming to come. I could feel my body beginning to yield even to that massive obstruction, my hole stretching wider with each pass.

"I’m going to knot you," he panted, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Going to fill you so full you'll taste my cum."

"Yes," I gasped, the word torn from my throat as another powerful thrust sent shockwaves through my body. "Please, I need it."

The werewolf's response was a feral snarl that raised goosebumps across my sweat-slicked skin despite the sauna's oppressive heat.

His massive paws shifted their grip on my hips, claws extending just enough to dimple my flesh without breaking skin.

The slight pain only heightened the pleasure coursing through me.

His knot was growing with each thrust now, the swollen mass of flesh catching more insistently against my stretched rim. The pressure built steadily, my body caught between the instinct to resist and the overwhelming need to be completely claimed by this magnificent beast.

"That's it," he rumbled, his voice barely human now. "Open for me. Let me in."

The next thrust came with devastating force, his knot pushing past the point of no return. There was a moment of white-hot pressure, my vision blurring as my body was forced to accommodate the impossible girth. Then suddenly, it was inside, my hole clamping down behind it like a vice.

The sensation was indescribable. I felt utterly full, stretched beyond my limits, connected to him in the most primal way possible. His cock throbbed inside me, the knot pulsing against my prostate with each beat of his heart. I was locked to him now, completely at his mercy.

"Perfect," he growled, his voice thick with satisfaction. "You took my knot like you were made for it."

He couldn't thrust anymore with the knot fully seated, but he didn't need to. The constant pressure against my prostate was driving me toward the edge of madness. Every slight movement sent waves of sensation through my body, my neglected cock leaking steadily onto the bench beneath me.

The werewolf leaned forward, his massive frame covering mine completely. His muzzle brushed against my neck, hot breath sending shivers down my spine as he scented me. When his tongue dragged across my pulse point, I nearly came on the spot.

"Mine," he rumbled against my throat, the word vibrating through my chest. "At least for tonight."

His hips began to make small, grinding motions, working his knot deeper inside me.

The sensation was intense, a constant pressure that had me gasping and writhing beneath him.

My hands scrambled for purchase on the slick wood, needing something to anchor me as pleasure threatened to consume me entirely.

"I can't," I panted, my body trembling with the effort of holding back my climax. "It's too much."

"Yes, you can," he commanded, one paw sliding around to wrap around my throat. Not squeezing, just holding, a reminder of his complete dominance. "You'll come when I allow it, and not before."

The casual display of control sent another spike of arousal through me. I was completely helpless, impaled on his massive knot, utterly at his mercy. The werewolf seemed to sense my surrender, a satisfied rumble emanating from deep in his chest.

"Good boy," he murmured, his free paw stroking down my side. "Feel how perfectly you fit around me. Like you were made to take my cock."

His knot pulsed inside me, swelling even larger as his climax approached. The pressure was incredible, stretching me to my absolute limits. I could feel every ridge and vein of his cock throbbing against my inner walls, the heat of him seeming to radiate through my entire body.

The werewolf's breathing became ragged, his grip on my throat tightening slightly. "I'm going to fill you," he growled, his voice barely recognizable as his wolf nature took over completely. "Going to pump you so full of my seed you'll be dripping for days."

His words pushed me closer to the edge, my cock throbbing desperately between my body and the bench. The constant grinding of his knot against my prostate was torture in the most exquisite sense, keeping me balanced on the knife's edge of release.

"Please," I begged, my voice hoarse from the heat and exertion. "Let me cum. I need to cum."

The werewolf's response was a low, predatory chuckle. "Not yet, little human. You cum when I do. Together."

His hips gave one final, powerful grind, and then he was erupting inside me. The first pulse of his release was so intense I could feel it hitting my inner walls like liquid fire. Wave after wave of thick, hot cum flooded my insides, the werewolf's knot ensuring none of it could escape.

"Now," he commanded, his voice a primal snarl. "Cum for me you little cock slut."

The permission was all I needed. My orgasm crashed over me like a tsunami, every muscle in my body contracting as pleasure consumed me completely.

My cock pulsed between my body and the bench, painting the cedar with rope after rope of my release.

The sensation seemed to go on forever, intensified by the werewolf's continued climax filling me beyond capacity.

I could feel his seed deep inside me, so much of it that my stomach felt distended. His knot continued to pulse, ensuring every drop stayed exactly where he wanted it. The claiming was complete, total, and utterly overwhelming.

As the waves of pleasure finally began to subside, the werewolf collapsed forward, his massive weight pressing me into the bench. His breathing was as ragged as mine, hot puffs of air against my neck as we both struggled to recover.

"Incredible," he rumbled after several minutes, his voice returning to something approaching human. "You took everything I had to give. You’re the first human that’s pulled it off.”

I could only nod weakly, my body still trembling with aftershocks. The werewolf's knot showed no signs of deflating yet, keeping us locked together in the steamy heat of the sauna. I didn't mind. The fullness inside me felt right somehow, like this was exactly where I was meant to be.

"You know, I don't think I can even move," I finally managed to say, my voice hoarse from shouting.

The werewolf chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest and into my back. "You don't need to move. Not until my knot goes down." His massive paw stroked my sweat-slicked hair with surprising gentleness. "That'll be a while yet."

"How long?" I asked, genuinely curious. I'd been with shifters before, but never a werewolf of this size or... intensity.

"Half an hour. Maybe more." He adjusted his position slightly, taking some of his weight off me while remaining firmly locked inside. "You're not in a hurry, are you?"

I laughed weakly. "No. Not like I could go anywhere if I wanted to."

His muzzle nuzzled against my neck, inhaling deeply. "You smell good with my scent all over you. Inside you."

The possessiveness in his voice sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt my spent cock give a valiant twitch against the bench. The werewolf noticed and let out another rumbling laugh.

"Insatiable little human," he murmured, his claws tracing feather-light patterns down my sides. "I think I chose well tonight."

The heat of the sauna had become almost unbearable, our bodies generating even more warmth in our joined state.

Sweat poured down my face, pooling in the hollow of my throat and the small of my back.

Yet I couldn't bring myself to care about the discomfort.

Not when I was so perfectly, completely filled.

“Let’s go cool off,” the werewolf said, suddenly wrapping his arms around me.

He lifted me off the floor easily, holding me to his chest with one hand while we were still bound together.

With the other he pushed the door open, walking us past the other members of the bathhouse who stared openly.

I turned my gaze to the ground, unable to meet their gazes.

Something about being knotted felt too… intimate to share with others.

But at the same time my cock gave a heavy twitch knowing that I was being watched.