Werewolf Spider-Man

Zoey doesn’t need to respond. Not when her clit throbs, swollen and red as it brushes against Rumi’s. She’s not alone, either. Rumi’s pretty mound glistens in the low light, and Zoey can see a trickle of wetness dripping from her vulva. Part of her wants to taste Rumi, to lap at her like a shriveling man in a desert. The other part of her is afraid that the moment she puts her tongue between Rumi’s lips, she’ll forget why she’s here in the first place.

Rumi stands up. She holds her hand under her clit. Zoey stares at it grows, glowing and pulsing, until it takes the shape of a cock.

“Nothing wrong with patterns now, eh?” Rumi teases as she slides the tip up and down Zoey’s greedy cunt. It slips, bumping against the inside of Zoey’s thigh. “Are you always this wet?”

Zoey wishes she was dry, that she doesn’t enjoy any of this. But the truth is that she is pliant. She will do whatever it takes to survive. It’s the core of who she is, and she hates herself for it.

Her discontent shows.

“What is that?” she asks, trying to distract Rumi. “Is that your real—"

“Just a bit of demonic shapeshifting. You don’t like it?"

“I-I’d rather fuck you as you are.”

“Very well. Maybe another day.” Rumi reverts to her original form. “The dick’s less sensitive, anyway.”

The low bed bounces as Rumi slides up next to her. Their bodies slot together almost perfectly, as Rumi lifts Zoey’s calf onto her shoulder and aligns the seams between their legs together. She’s copiously wet, too, and their fluids mix together as she starts to grind against Zoey.

“Heavens, you’re gorgeous,” Rumi gasps. She moves faster, feeding off Zoey’s moans as their sensitive clits bump together. “I knew you were pretty. But in person…”

Zoey stares up at her regal profile and lets out a self-effacing snort. “You too.”

“No, you don’t get it. Your freckles, the way your breasts bounce as you rock against me…” Rumi reaches down to palm one of her tits, flicking the nipple between her fingers. “And you’re even lovelier when you’re dripping all over me.”

Rumi’s beautiful, too. The kind of beauty one fights a war over, Zoey thinks. But looking at Rumi’s face only stifles her pleasure, reminds her exactly how she got here, so Zoey closes her eyes, letting her eyelashes flutter as she gasps, as if it were a decision driven by arousal instead of disgust.

It doesn’t take Zoey long to come. Not when Rumi manages to drag out the pent-up libido the Saja Boys stoked and never put out. Not when every movement of Rumi’s shapely hips sends jolts of ecstasy to her nervous system.

But Rumi keeps going.

“Please,” Zoey pleads, shivering with the aftershocks.

Her traitorous pussy disagrees. It keeps squeezing, eagerly taking all the stimulation Rumi gives it. Zoey can feel dallops and dallops of cum spilling out of her entrance, smearing all over her ass and sheets.

Can Rumi knock her up?

It's a terrifying thought. She resolves never to find out, to never let any demon inside her cunt, no matter how irresistible they are. Not when their seed can take root inside her and chain her to them forever. Yet somehow, the thought of getting fucked beyond any semblance of safety, leaking with cum as Rumi takes her again and again, pushes her over the edge.

“Stop! Rumi, please,” Zoey begs again, even as her lips clench weakly. Her legs tremble to the point of kicking, and a flood of liquid splashes out of her poor overstimulated pussy. “I can’t do this. I’m going to…I’m going to…”

“You’re going to squirt?” Rumi reaches down, slamming her fingers into her squelching cunt, and Zoey yelps. “I’ll stop when you stop coming.”  

“Aren’t you bored?” Zoey bites her lip. It’s a mistake, because the sight only sets Rumi off.

“Of you? I could never be bored of you. And I’m a demon, if you’ve forgotten,” as if Zoey could ever forget. “We have long, long libidos. The first time I had sex, I went for an entire day. And with you, I could go on for—"

“But I’m not a demon! I can’t keep doing this. Please, Rumi. Please. Just stop.”

“But you’re so pretty,” and how can a demon queen look so earnest? “How can I keep my hands off you?”