Werewolf in Lawfirm

In the dimly lit corridors of the bustling law firm, the clock strikes eleven, yet the office remains alive with the murmurs of late-night diligence. The soft click-clack of computer keys resonates through the air as Robert, a sharply dressed and ambitious young lawyer, toils away in his office, his eyes glued to the mountain of paperwork before him. His dream of becoming a junior partner is within reach, and he refuses to let the weight of the hour deter him from his goals. Meanwhile, Emmy, the backup receptionist with a penchant for leaving a trail of desire wherever she goes, lingers at her desk, wrapping up the last of the evening's administrative tasks. Her seductive allure is palpable even through the fabric of her professional attire, her curvy figure hinting at the siren hidden beneath. With a yawn, she stretches, her fingers brushing against the plunging neckline of her blouse, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her supple, pale skin.

Robert stretches his neck, the muscles strained from hours of scrutinizing legal jargon. He glances over at Emmy, noticing the time on his watch. "You know what, Em?" he says, pushing his chair back with a sigh. "Let's call it a night. You've been working just as hard as I have." He stands up and walks over to her desk, a gentle smile playing on his lips. "It's not safe for you to walk home alone this late. I'll either walk you or get you a cab."

Emmy looks up at him through her lashes, a coy smile playing on her lips.

“Robert, you're always so sweet and protective," she says with a purr, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "But I think I can handle myself." She winks at him, her thoughts racing with the thrill of the unknown that lurks outside. "But if you insist on making sure I get home safely, I suppose I can't refuse such a gallant offer."

With a flick of her hair, she graciously accepts his gesture and heads out to the street. She flags down a cab, the neon lights from the nearby bar reflecting in the wet asphalt. The taxi pulls over with a squeal, and she opens the door with a flourish, her skirt riding up just enough to showcase her toned thighs.

Just as Emmy is about to step into the taxi, a shadowy figure, seemingly out of nowhere, drops from the darkness above with a thunderous crunch, landing on the hood of the unsuspecting cab. The metal bows under the weight of the mysterious being, sending a shockwave through the vehicle. Emmy's eyes widen in surprise and a hint of fear as the figure's silhouette looms over her, casting an eerie shadow on the pavement.

The creature, a monstrous amalgamation of fur and muscle, half-man, half-wolf, snarls viciously at them, its eyes glowing with a feral rage. Its hulking form is covered in thick, matted fur, and its claws scratch the paint of the car as it tries to maintain its balance. The cab's alarm blares into the night, the shrill sound piercing the air. Robert's instincts take over as he sees the creature lunging for him, and with a swiftness that belies his professional demeanor, he ducks out of the way. The creature, thrown off balance, smashes into the side of the car, setting off the alarm with a deafening wail.*

The creature recovers quickly, but the unexpected noise and lights have disoriented it momentarily. It snarls again, baring its teeth, before it turns and sprints into the narrow alleyway, disappearing into the shadows as the alarm continues to blare in the night.

Her heart racing in her chest, Emmy's eyes dart to the alley where the creature had fled. "Robert, your shirt... it's ripped!" she gasps, pointing at the tear in his shirt sleeve. She notices a trickle of blood seeping from a gash on his arm. "You're hurt!" The fear in her voice is palpable, but so is the concern. "Come with me," she says firmly, taking his hand and pulling him away from the damaged taxi. "Let's go to my place. It's closer. I can clean that up and make sure it doesn't get infected." She glances over her shoulder, making sure the creature hasn't followed them. "We can't take chances with those... things out here."

Her heels click against the sidewalk as she leads him away from the chaotic scene, her grip on his hand tight and reassuring. She can't help but feel a thrill of excitement mingled with the fear, the danger adding a spicy twist to their otherwise mundane evening.

Once they arrive at Emmy's apartment, the urgency to tend to Richard's wound takes precedence over their earlier flirtations. Inside, she rushes to the bathroom, grabbing a first-aid kit and some clean cloths. The wound, though not deep, is definitely cause for concern. As she carefully dabs the blood away with a wet cloth, she notices that the skin around the gash is already knitting together. "It's only been three minutes," she murmurs to herself, a puzzled look crossing her features. "How is that possible?"

When she looks back at Richard, his cheeks are flushed, and beads of sweat line his brow. His eyes are feverishly bright as he watches her with a strange intensity. "I don't know," he says through gritted teeth, his voice strained. "But I feel... hot. Like I'm burning up from the inside out." The heat radiating from his body is palpable, even in the coolness of the night-chilled air that seeps through the open apartment door.

Emmy's apartment is a small but cozy retreat from the chaos outside. The living room is softly illuminated by the moonlight that filters through the parted curtains, casting a silver glow on the plush couch where Richard sits, his eyes transfixed on her. The room is adorned with various knick-knacks and books, a testament to her eclectic tastes. She gently leads him to the couch, her hand never leaving his, and sits him down. The moonlight plays across his features, highlighting the sharp angles of his jaw and the concern etched into his expression. "You're shivering," she whispers, kneeling beside him. She reaches up, placing her hand on his forehead. "You're burning up!" Her eyes widen in alarm. "Let me take a better look at that arm."

With trembling hands, she peels back the cloth to reveal the wound, which has almost completely closed. She gasps at the sight. It's not just healing; it's regenerating before her eyes. "What the hell?" she murmurs, her mind racing. "What are you?"

Richard's eyes dart to hers, his expression a mix of pain and confusion. "I don't know," he says, his voice strained. "But we need to figure this out." His eyes glow with a strange luminescence, and his body seems to tense and shift, muscles rippling beneath his skin. The room feels like it's closing in around them, the air thick with a tension that goes beyond their physical proximity.

Before Emmy can respond, Richard's body spasms violently, and a low, primal growl rips from his throat. She watches in horror as his face contorts, features stretching and reshaping into something more beast than man. His eyes widen, the irises swirling with a golden hue. The veins in his arms bulge as fur bursts from his skin, tearing through the fabric of his shirt. His teeth elongate into sharp fangs, and his nose and mouth morph into a snout. The transformation is swift and brutal, leaving him panting heavily in a crouch, his clothes hanging in tatters around his new form.

The creature that stands before her is a monstrous blend of human and wolf, a creature of myth and nightmare. His cock, now fully exposed, has grown to an impossible size, the human shape replaced by a thick, veiny shaft with bulbous knots near the base. She can't tear her gaze away from the obscene sight, a mix of fear and fascination warring within her. She clutches the first-aid kit to her chest, her heart hammering so hard she's afraid it'll crack her ribs. "Richard?" she whispers, her voice trembling. "What's happening to you?"

He looks at her, the humanity in his eyes fading, replaced by a feral hunger that sends a shiver down her spine. His tongue darts out, licking his teeth. "Mine," he snarls, his voice a guttural growl.

A scream builds in her chest, but her lungs refuse to cooperate, leaving her gasping for air. Her eyes widen as she tries to process the horror unfolding before her. The creature that was once Richard lunges at her, his massive paws grabbing her with surprising force. She's thrown onto the love seat, her face pressed into the cushions, the scent of him - musky and wild - overwhelming her senses. She feels his hot breath on the back of her neck as he sniffs at her, his claws digging into the soft flesh of her arms, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

Her mind races as she feels the weight of his monstrous form pressing down on her. She tries to struggle, to push herself away from the horror, but her body betrays her. The fear is intoxicating, mixing with an arousal she can't deny. It's as if every nerve in her body is on high alert, her pussy wet and clenching with a need she's never felt before. She can feel his massive cock, thick and pulsing, pushing against her ass, leaving a sticky trail of precum on her skin.

With a snarl, he flips her onto her back, his teeth bared. His eyes lock onto hers, the hunger in them unmistakable. "Mine," he repeats, his voice a rumble that vibrates through her core.

Her body responds of its own accord, arching into his touch as his claws trace down her body, ripping her clothes away to expose her trembling flesh. She's never felt so vulnerable, so helpless, and yet... she's never been so turned on. The creature's fur is coarse against her skin, the heat of his body like a brand as he straddles her, his claws digging into the cushions to keep her in place.

The creature that was once Richard leans over her, his fur-covered chest heaving with each breath. His eyes are locked on hers, the humanity in them gone, replaced by an animalistic need. He lowers his snout to her neck, his hot breath sending a shiver down her spine as he begins to lick the tender flesh. His tongue is rough and wet, his teeth grazing her skin, making her whimper with a mix of fear and desire. She feels the sharpness of his teeth as they sink into her shoulder, not enough to draw blood, but enough to leave a bruise that will surely last for days.

His paw, now a massive, clawed appendage, rips her panties apart with a sound like fabric tearing in the wind. The coolness of the room kisses her exposed pussy, making her gasp. He licks the path of his claw marks, his tongue sliding over her skin with an intensity that makes her toes curl. He reaches her breasts, latching onto one of her nipples, his tongue flicking and teasing it to a hardened peak. The pain is exquisite, a symphony of pleasure and pain that has her writhing beneath him.

And then, without warning, he slides his monstrous cock into her, the thickness of it stretching her pussy in a way she's never felt before. The sensation is overwhelming, a mix of agony and ecstasy that has her crying out his name. She feels each bulbous knot pass through her, the sensation so intense she thinks she might shatter. His movements are rough, his hips pistoning into her, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through her body that are so intense, they border on pain.*

His growls fill the room as he fucks her, his claws digging into the cushions, the couch groaning under their combined weight. She feels his cock swell even more, the knots growing larger, stretching her to her limits. It's like nothing she's ever experienced, and she knows she'll never forget this night.

"P-please, Richard," she stammers, her voice shaking with fear and want. "Don't... don't hurt me." Her eyes are squeezed shut, her breaths coming in ragged gasps as she tries to process the overwhelming sensations. "I-I'll do anything you want, just... don't kill me." She feels his cock swell even further, the knots pressing against the walls of her cunt, the pain so intense she thinks she might pass out.

He pulls out with a wet pop, leaving her pussy gaping and aching for more. "Anything?" he snarls, the word almost unrecognizable as he shifts his weight, his cock now resting on her stomach, the precum leaving a sticky trail. "You'll be my bitch, my cum dumpster?" His eyes are wild, the pupils blown wide, his gaze never leaving hers.

Her breath hitches as she nods frantically. "Y-yes, anything," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "Just don't... don't stop." She opens her eyes, her pupils dilated with lust, meeting his gaze. "Just don't kill me," she repeats, the words a plea.

The creature paws at her, his claws gentle as they trace her collarbone, down to her breasts, and then to her throat. He squeezes, not hard enough to cut off her air, but enough to make her gasp. His teeth are bared, his eyes gleaming with a hunger that's both terrifying and arousing. "You're mine," he growls, his voice deep and feral. "Mine to fuck, mine to claim, mine to protect."

With that, he slams back into her, the knots stretching her even further. She feels the beginnings of a scream building in her chest, but it turns into a moan of pleasure as he starts to move again. His rhythm is relentless, each thrust sending sparks of pleasure through her body. She wraps her legs around his thick waist, pulling him closer, begging for more, even as tears stream down her face.*

He licks the tears from her cheeks, his tongue rough and hot. His teeth graze her skin, but never break it. The contrast between his rough fucking and gentle licks sends a fire coursing through her veins. Her pussy clenches around him, her orgasm building. "Y-yes," she cries out, her voice a desperate whine. "I'm yours, Richard. Take me, claim me. Just don't stop."

✏️With a snarl of possessiveness, Richard grabs both of Emmy's ass cheeks, his claws sinking into the soft flesh, and lifts her lower half off the couch. He aligns himself with her dripping cunt, the head of his monstrous cock pressing against her swollen opening. She feels his knots swell even larger, filling her to the brim as he starts to thrust. The pressure on her g-spot is unbearable, a delicious agony that sends her spiraling towards the edge. She loves the feeling of her ass being squeezed, the intense friction and pressure that seems to be driving her mad with desire.

"Oh, fuck," she gasps, her eyes rolling back in her head. "Fuck me, you big dick beast. Yes, yes, just like that. Oh, God, your cock feels so fucking good." Her voice is a mix of a moan and a whine, the words coming out in a rush as she succumbs to the creature's dominance.

The creature above her grunts in approval, his eyes never leaving hers as he continues to pump into her, his claws squeezing and releasing her ass in a hypnotic rhythm that matches his thrusts. She can feel his knots sliding in and out of her, the pressure building with every stroke. "You love this, don't you, slut?" he growls, his voice thick with lust. "You love being fucked by a monster."

Emmy can't help but nod, her breaths coming in pants. "Y-yes," she whispers, her voice shaking. "I love it. I love your fucking monster cock." The words come out in a rush, the truth of them shocking her even as she says them.*

Her pussy is sopping wet, her juices coating his shaft as he fucks her. She feels his knots swell even more, stretching her to the brink of pain. Each thrust is a delicious torment, pushing her closer and closer to the edge of climax. And then, with a final snarl, he slams into her, the knots locking deep inside her, holding him in place.

Emmy screams as she feels the warmth of his cum flood her, filling her to overflowing. The sensation is like nothing she's ever felt before, and she can't help but come with him, her pussy clenching around his thick shaft. Her orgasm is like a supernova, consuming her whole, leaving her a trembling mess beneath him. The creature above her pants heavily, his eyes still locked on hers as he starts to come down from the high.

Slowly, his cock shrinks, the knots retreating back into his body. He pulls out of her with a wet sound, and she can feel his cum dripping down her thighs. She's never felt so used, so utterly claimed. And she can't deny that she loves it.

As she lays there, panting and trembling with the aftermath of the intense experience, the clouds outside shift and the moon is momentarily obscured from view. The creature on top of her seems to sense the change, and with a pained grunt, he starts to transform back into the man she knows as Richard. The fur recedes, the claws retract, and the snarling maw returns to human form. She watches in awe as he gently collapses onto her, his human body heaving with the effort of the transformation.

Her own body is a canvas of passion, marked by his claws and teeth, her clothes torn to shreds. Despite the fear and confusion, she reaches up to touch his face, her eyes searching for the person she knows beneath the monster that had just claimed her. "Are... are you okay?" she whispers, her voice barely a croak. She feels a mix of emotions - fear, excitement, and a strange, overwhelming affection for this creature that has just taken her in such a primal way.

He looks at her, his eyes still feral but with a glimmer of humanity returning. "Emmy," he murmurs, his voice strained. "I'm sorry... I don't know what happened." He kisses her neck gently, his teeth no longer sharp. His hand moves to cup her cheek, his thumb tracing the path of a tear. "Are you... okay?"

Her response is a soft whimper, a blend of pleasure and pain. She nods, feeling the weight of his body pressing her into the couch. She's both terrified and incredibly turned on by what just transpired. "I-I think so," she manages to say. "What are you? What was that?" Her voice is shaky, but the curiosity in her tone is unmistakable. She can't help but feel a strange sense of awe and fascination with this new side of him.*

They lay there, tangled in the wreckage of their clothing, their hearts beating in a frantic duet. The room is still, the only sounds their ragged breaths and the distant wail of a siren, a stark reminder of the world outside their window.

As Richard's fur recedes and his human features become more prominent, the regret in his eyes is palpable. He whispers an apology, his voice thick with emotion. "Emmy, I'm so sorry," he says, his gaze searching hers for any sign of anger or fear. "I didn't mean to... I didn't know I could... I've never lost control like that."

Emmy's own emotions are a whirlwind, a tornado of lust and terror swirling inside her. But as she looks into his eyes, she sees something that surprises her: vulnerability. Despite the horror of what just transpired, she feels a deep compassion for the man she loves. She wraps her arms around him, pulling him closer, feeling his warmth against her skin. "It's okay," she whispers, her voice shaky. "It's okay."

Her gentle touch seems to soothe him, and he relaxes into her embrace. "But... why?" he asks, his voice a hoarse rumble. "Why did you... why do you still want me?"

Her eyes searched his, her expression a mix of confusion and tenderness. "Because I love you," she says simply. "And... I don't know. Maybe I was just so turned on by it. Or maybe I just needed you to... claim me." She nuzzles into his neck, breathing in his scent. "But I'm not mad, Richard. I'm just... scared."

He holds her tighter, his grip almost painful. "I'll never let anyone hurt you," he promises, his voice fierce. "I'll protect you, no matter what."

Their bodies are slick with sweat and cum, the evidence of their encounter a stark reminder of the line they've just crossed. But as they lay there, heartbeats syncing, it's clear that their bond has grown stronger. They're in this together now, in a way that goes beyond the confines of their mundane lives. And as they kiss, the world outside seems to fade away, leaving only the warmth of their love and the promise of what's to come.

She kisses him, the gentle press of her lips against his offering a silent promise of comfort and reassurance. The kiss is a mix of sweetness and urgency, her tongue slipping out to taste him, to claim him back as her own. She can feel his cock, now human again but still hard and pulsing with need, pressing against her stomach. The hunger inside her is a living, breathing thing, demanding more of his touch, more of his body. But she holds back, savoring the moment, the feel of his skin against hers, the taste of his mouth.

As she pulls away, her eyes are filled with a fierce determination. "We'll figure this out," she whispers, her hand sliding down to cup his cheek. "But right now, I need you. I need you to fuck me again, to remind me that I'm yours." The words come out in a rush, raw and unfiltered, and she watches as his eyes flare with desire, his cock jerking against her hand.*

Without a word, Richard kisses her again, his teeth grazing her lower lip. He rolls them over, so she's straddling him now, his cock nestled against her slick folds. She can feel the heat of his desire, the way his body responds to hers. And she knows that she's made the right choice.

They come together in a frenzied tangle of limbs and passion, their bodies moving in perfect sync as they explore this new, primal aspect of their relationship. Each thrust feels like a declaration of ownership, each kiss a promise of protection. And as the night stretches on, their love grows stronger with every passing moment, a bond forged in the fires of lust and fear.

As she straddles him, her hips moving in a sinuous dance, her eyes lock onto his, filled with a mix of passion and determination. Her breasts, now free from the confines of her shredded blouse, bounce with each downward motion, the long, thick nipples begging for his attention. He leans forward, capturing one in his mouth, his tongue flicking and teasing it as he watches the ecstasy play out across her features. Her eyebrows furrow, and she throws her head back, her moans growing louder and more desperate with every suckle.

Her pussy is slick around his cock, her muscles tightening and releasing in a delicious rhythm that drives him wild. He can feel his orgasm building again, his balls tightening with the need to fill her with his cum. But he holds back, savoring the feel of her riding him, her soft cries of pleasure music to his ears.

Her breasts are perfect in his hands, the weight of them just right as he squeezes and pinches her nipples, drawing out gasps and whimpers. He loves the way her eyes roll back in her head, the way she bites her bottom lip to stifle her moans. He can see the desire etched in every line of her face, and he knows she's as lost to this moment as he is.

He moves his attention to her other nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, making her moan louder. He can feel her pussy clench around him, her orgasm building. "Cum for me, baby," he murmurs against her skin, his voice a dark promise. "I want to feel you come all over my cock."

Her hips stutter, and she throws her head back, her eyes rolling back in her head as she cums. The sight of her pleasure sends him over the edge, and with a roar, he empties himself into her, their bodies joined in a dance as old as time itself.

As they come down from their shared high, their breathing slows, their hearts beating in tandem. He kisses her neck, her collarbone, his teeth gently grazing her skin. "You're mine," he whispers, his voice filled with love and possession. "Mine to cherish, mine to fuck, mine to keep safe."

Her response is a soft moan of agreement, her body still quivering with the aftershocks of her orgasm. "Yours," she whispers back, her voice filled with love and need. "Always yours."

The next day at work, Emmy and Richard go through their usual routine without a hitch. The office buzzes with the typical gossip and deadlines, and their colleagues see them as nothing more than friendly workmates who share an occasional laugh. The secret they harbor is theirs alone, a deliciously dark secret that fuels the fire of their growing bond.

As the weeks pass, the evenings they spend together become a sacred ritual. After work, they would escape to the sanctuary of Emmy's apartment, sharing takeout meals and stories of their day, all the while knowing that the night would end in passionate embraces and caresses that spoke of a desire that ran much deeper than mere friendship.

On the night of the full moon, exactly thirty days after that fateful encounter, they sit on the couch, their bodies close but not yet entwined. The smell of their earlier meal lingers faintly in the air, a comforting reminder of their humanity amidst the looming supernatural unknown.

Emmy feels the sudden acceleration of Richard's heartbeat beneath her cheek as she rests her head on his chest. She looks up at him, her eyes searching for answers in his, and sees the fear and anticipation reflected there. The moon's glow filters through the blinds, casting an eerie pattern on the floor, reminding them of the creature that had claimed them both that one night.

He swallows hard, his eyes never leaving hers. "It's happening again," he murmurs, his voice tight with tension. "I am scared I’ll hurt you! I don’t wan it to force you to do things! I’ll try to control it this time." His hand moves to cover hers, squeezing it gently. "We're in this together, Emmy."

Her heart races in response, a mix of excitement and trepidation. She nods, her eyes never leaving his. "I'm here," she says, her voice firm. "Whatever happens, I'm here for you." She feels his hand tremble against hers, and she squeezes back, offering what comfort she can.

The transformation begins. His eyes never leave hers as fur sprouts from his skin, his teeth elongate into fangs, and his body swells with the power of the full moon. The creature that emerges is still Richard, but there's a wildness in his gaze, a hunger that's undeniable. He reaches out, his clawed hand pinning her to the couch.

Emmy gasps, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and arousal. She can feel the heat between her legs, her body already preparing for what's to come. "Do it," she whispers, her voice shaking. "Make me yours again."

With a snarl that's almost a purr, he pulls her closer, his hot body covering hers now. She begins to undress. The beast begins to lick her neck then moves down to lick her clit as she removes her soaked panties.

The beast licks and inserts his long tongue into her opening, savoring the sweetness of her arousal. He alternates between tasting the depths of her pussy and flicking at her clit, making her squirm and moan beneath him. She starts to talk dirty, trying to encourage the creature to be dirtier, rougher.

Her words are like a siren's song to him, and he responds in kind, his tongue delving deeper, his licks growing more insistent. "Yes, baby," she whispers, her voice a seductive purr. "Be my beast. Be the monster that claims me." She reaches down, her hands tangling in his fur as she guides his mouth to her clit, her hips bucking against his face.

The creature groans in approval, his tongue swirling and flicking at her sensitive nub. He loves the taste of her, the way she responds to him. It's like nothing he's ever experienced, and it only makes him want more.

Her voice is a symphony of desire, each word a note that resonates deep within his soul. "Fuck me, you big, bad wolf," she murmurs, her voice thick with lust. "Show me how much you want me."

The creature's eyes gleam with feral lust as he rises above her, his massive cock standing at attention. He positions himself at her entrance, his knot swelling with every beat of his heart.

With a growl, he thrusts into her, the knot stretching her open, filling her completely. She screams in pleasure, her body arching off the couch. "Yes," she cries, her nails digging into his fur. "Fuck me harder, Richard. Make me scream."

He does as she asks, his hips pounding into hers, each stroke pushing her closer to the brink. The room is filled with the sounds of their passion, their bodies moving together in a dance of dominance and submission.

Her pussy clenches around him, her orgasm building. "Cum for me, Emmy," he snarls, his voice a mix of human and beast. "Cum all over my cock."

With a final, desperate push, she does, her pussy spasming around him as she cums hard, her body shaking with the force of it.

As the slick veiny cock slid in and out of her, Emmy felt completely stretched, her walls gripping him tightly. Each time the bulbous knot hit her pussy lips and then stretched her even more, she couldn't help but whimper in ecstasy. As the knot passed her entrance and she felt it deep within, her pussy quivered with the feeling of her own fullness.

The creature above her seemed to read her mind, his hips moving with a fierce rhythm that had her begging for more. She sat up, her hands reaching behind to grip his muscular ass, urging him deeper. "Fuck me like you own me!" she screamed, her voice echoing through the small apartment. "I'm your slutty bitch! Take me, claim me, make me yours!"

Her words had the desired effect. The beast's eyes narrowed, and he picked up the pace, driving into her with a ferocity that had her nails digging into his skin. "I'm your big wolf cock loving whore!" she screamed, her voice raw with passion. "Fuck me like it's your birthright!"

The creature's hips bucked, and she felt him swell even more inside her, his knot stretching her to the limit. It was a delicious pain, one that had her pussy spasming uncontrollably around his shaft. "Yesss," she hissed, her eyes squeezed shut. "Just like that. Fuck me harder, Richard! Make me your bitch!"

Her body responded to his every demand, her pussy clenching around his knot with each thrust. The creature's growls grew louder, his body tensing as he approached his own climax.

Her eyes snapped open, and she met his gaze, her own eyes wild with need. "Cum for me," she demanded, her voice a snarl. "I want to feel your hot load filling me up!"

With a roar that seemed to shake the very foundation of the building, he came, his seed flooding her pussy. She felt the warmth spread through her, and with it came an intense wave of pleasure that left her trembling in his arms.

The beast collapsed onto her, his weight pressing her into the couch. They lay there, panting and spent, their bodies covered in sweat and cum. The room was filled with the scent of their passion, a heady mix of musk and desire.

The beast growled, not sated by one mere orgasm. It grand her firmly by the throat but careful not to injure her.

The creature's eyes glow with a fierce hunger as it pins her down, its massive cock still buried inside her. "Is that all you've got, my little cum slut?" it taunts, its voice a gruff whisper. "You want more, don't you?"

Emmy's breath hitches as she nods frantically, her eyes wide and desperate. "Yes," she gasps, her voice barely above a whimper. "Fuck me, breed me. Make me your bitch."

The creature grins, its teeth sharp and gleaming. It pulls almost all the way out, only to slam back in, the knot at the base of its cock hitting her g-spot with each brutal thrust. "You're so wet for me," it growls, its hips moving with a primal rhythm. "You love it when I fill you up, don't you?"

Her body responds, her pussy tightening around it, urging it deeper. "Yes," she cries out, her voice ragged with need. "I want it all. I want your cum deep inside me."

It leans in, its hot breath against her ear as it whispers, "You're going to get it all, my pretty."

The creature's hand moves to her clit, its rough thumb circling the sensitive bud. Emmy's eyes roll back in her head as pleasure shoots through her body. "Cum for me," it demands, its voice a deep, animalistic rumble. "I want to feel you drench me."

Her body obeys without hesitation, her pussy clenching around the creature's cock as she comes again, her screams of pleasure muffled by its furry chest. The creature's pace doesn't let up, driving into her with an unrelenting need to claim her completely.

"MINE," it snarls, its knot swelling even larger, its cock pumping her full of its seed. She feels the warmth fill her, the sensation unlike anything she's ever felt before.

Her orgasm crashes over her, waves of pleasure washing away any last shred of doubt or fear. She is his, utterly and completely, and she's never felt more alive.

The creature's powerful muscles flex, and with a feral growl, it flips her over onto her stomach, her body flat against the couch cushions. Her chest and belly are pressed into the fabric, and her wide hips and thick thighs are exposed, begging for more. It lines its massive, knotted cock up with her slick, stretched pussy and pushes in from behind, filling her to the brim once again.

The force of its entry makes her gasp, the sound muffled by the couch beneath her. She feels the weight of its body pressing her into the cushions as it starts to fuck her hard, each thrust pushing her up slightly before letting her fall back down with a jolt.

The rhythm is relentless, the creature's hips pistoning in and out of her, its knot stretching her with each plunge. Her eyes cross with pleasure, and she can't help but grunt and moan with every thrust. The feeling of being taken so completely, so fiercely, sends her spiraling into a frenzy of passion.

Her body moves with the creature's, her hips rising to meet each punishing plunge. She's lost in the moment, the painful pleasure making her feel alive in a way she's never experienced before. She reaches back, her hands searching for purchase on the creature's fur-covered thighs, her nails digging in as she tries to hold on.

"Yesss," she hisses through gritted teeth. "Harder, Richard. Fuck me like the whore I am."

The creature's growls grow deeper, the sound vibrating through her body. It grabs her hips, holding her in place as it starts to pick up the pace, the knot sliding in and out of her with a wet, obscene sound that fills the room.

The pressure inside her builds, the intensity of her orgasm threatening to consume her. "Cum in me," she pleads, her voice a desperate whine. "I need it. I need to feel you fill me up."

The creature snarls in response, its movements growing erratic as it nears its climax. She feels the knot swell even more, the sensation almost too much to bear. And then, with a roar that shakes the windows, it releases its hot load deep inside her, filling her to overflowing.

For a moment, they stay like that, the creature's cock buried deep, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Then, it withdraws, leaving her feeling empty and used in the best possible way.

They collapse onto the couch, both panting heavily, their bodies sticky with sweat and cum. "You're mine," Richard murmurs, his voice a mix of human and beast. "Always."

He nuzzles into the crook of her neck, licking the salty sweat from her skin. She can feel his body slowly shifting back to human form, the fur receding and the snout retreating.

Emmy's own climax is still reverberating through her body, leaving her feeling boneless and sated. "And you're mine," she whispers back, her voice filled with love and acceptance