Moonlit Mating

The full-moon forest breathed heavy with pine and wet earth. Mara ran barefoot, her thin nightgown plastered to her sweaty thighs. She knew she was being watched. Two enormous wolves glided between the trunks, eyes blazing with golden fire. Her heart raced, but a treacherous, wet heat was already pulsing between her legs.

The first one sprang. A massive paw slammed her onto the grass, shredding her gown. Mara gasped as a hot, wet tongue dragged up her neck and lower, while the second werewolf loomed over her, his towering red cock jutting out, thick and veined. She didn't fight. Her hands found the scalding shaft, fingers wrapping around the pulsing girth.

Without a word, the first wolf thrust into her—hard, deep, one brutal stroke that stretched her tight pussy to the brink. Mara screamed in pleasure, arching off the ground. He fucked her relentlessly, fur scraping her soft skin, claws pricking her hips. The second wolf shoved his fat cock into her mouth, forcing it down her throat. Saliva dripped from her chin, mixing with tears of ecstasy.

They kept switching positions. One came in her pussy, painting her insides with hot, thick seed; the other shot his load down her throat, making her gag on the flood of cum. Mara shattered in orgasm, her body glistening with sweat and their fluids. When clouds swallowed the moon, the werewolves shifted back into men—muscled, scarred, and still rock-hard.

They didn't let her go until sunrise. Only when the first light touched her exhausted, cum-soaked body did the wolves melt back into the forest, leaving behind a sweet ache in every hole and a craving to do it all again the next night.