Damia Marcheur and the Werewolf's Knot by E.Z. McCain

Author:E.Z. McCain
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: teen, magic, werewolf, bestiality, fantasy, domination, zoophilia, schoolgirl, alpha, rape

Chapter Three

The werewolf filled her whole pussy with his cock. Damia screamed.

Which turned out to be a bad idea. In screaming, Damia emptied her lungs out. And the wolf on her back wasn’t giving her any chance to fill them again. He pounded her like a jackhammer, pulling his cock out until there was nothing in her but the tapered tip, then slamming it all the way in! Just the impact against her body was enough to knock her wind out. But on top of that was the matter of his cock. It had looked huge when he’d been licking it. But it was much bigger now. And Damia could feel it getting bigger still!

When Damia used her toys, sometimes she had problems fitting them in. She was a very small, slender girl, and her pussy was tight. Very tight. It held one finger snuggly. If she wanted to stick two fingers in, she had to really work at it, stretch herself out slowly. (She’d loved the first dildo she’d bought, a translucent thing with spiraling ridges down it. But it was seven inches long and an inch and a half wide, and that proved way too much for her poor little pussy. She’d spend ten minutes with her fingers just stretching herself till she could get the dildo’s head in, and then she’d be sore for the rest of the day.)

Damia had no idea how big Gavaudan was. But he was much, much bigger than her old dildo. And in the first couple thrusts he’d stretched Damia’s pussy wider than she thought it could be!

From hands and knees, Damia collapsed forward. Mossy forest floor rubbed against her face and dirt got in her open mouth. Her ass was still up, though. The wolfman was helping with that. First he’d been gripping her hips in each of his wide paws, working her body against him, pushing her away as he withdrew and yanking her into each of his bone shaking thrusts. But now one of his paws was traveling down the inside of her hip, caressing claw tips gently along her inner thigh, pressing one furry finger against her clit. Carefully, he took her earlobe between his teeth, rolling it between them, incredibly gently. It wasn’t just a beast fucking her. It was a man, too — or the muscle memory of a man, bedroom technique practiced until it was routine.

Damia’s first orgasm hit her when Gavaudan started playing with her clit. She went limp, she couldn’t help it — but he held her up with one huge paw on her hips. After that, the orgasms would come like sets of waves. One would hit her, and she’d scream, and Gavaudan would start pounding her even harder and faster, and she’d cum again and again and again. Then she’d lie there, her face in the dirt, panting and gasping for breath. And after minutes or moments, she’d cum again and the cycle would start all over.

Damia didn’t know she’d passed out until she came to.

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