Discovering new things

It was night when your werewolf boyfriend guided you to his bedroom and plopped you down on the soft bed. You lay on your back, heart pounding as he parted your legs and knelt beside you. All your clothes were swiftly tugged away, his large, hairy hands roaming your body, tracing your tits, your tight nipples then down your flat belly before bending to suck your cock that stood to attention. You whimpered at every sensual stroke of his tongue around your shaft.

“Relax, little one,” the werewolf drawled, his voice a deep rumble that made your cock throb. “I will take care of you.”

You nodded, breathless and eager for more. “Mm… more, please.”

“Such an impatient boy.”

With a low rumble, he pushed a finger into your mouth, thrusting slowly and reveling in your moans. His finger left your mouth glistening in your saliva and he immediately circled your asshole, slickening the tight bud. Meanwhile, he licked and pulled at your nipples, causing the sensitive buds to swell with need.

“Don’t tease me!” you mumbled, dizzy with his touches.

“First, let’s prepare your pretty little hole.”

Gently, he turned you on your stomach, your ass high up in the air. You whined when his big hands spread the globes of your ass baring your pouting hole to his eyes. He licked all around the tight muscle, his tongue slipping inside, fucking you back and forth. Next, you heard the slurp of lube, felt the cold liquid spreading over your asshole. Your werewolf let out a growl of satisfaction as he began to tease your entrance with a thick finger. He caressed round and round then slipped the digit inside. You whimpered and wiggled your hips, your body tensing at the sensation.

“Tight little asshole,” your werewolf drawled, his tone pleased. “Sucks me right in.”

Steadily, he began to work his finger inside you, stretching you. You panted and gripped the sheets, your mind going hazy at the pleasurable fullness. As he fingered you, his other hand reached under your body and wrapped around your cock. He stroked it languidly and cupped your balls. Biting your lips, you glanced down at where his massive hand pumped your erect cock.

“Small yet so hard,” your boyfriend said, his words making your cheeks flush.

“My dick’s not small—”

“What you’ll take in your pretty asshole is thrice bigger than your human cocklet,” he said huskily.

“Hey—ahnn…”

Your protest died on your lips when you took a good look at his monstrous cock. Long, thick and veined, it stood proudly between his powerful thighs, the head dripping moisture. Your eyes widened in shock and a torrent of lust assailed you. Compared to him, you were indeed small. He pumped your cock harder and leaned over you, his husky voice warming your ear.

“Now you see, little one,” he said, licking the column of your neck. “But don’t worry. You will take me just fine. You were made for it.”

From that moment on, everything turned into a blur of moans and orgasms. He continued to finger you, adding another finger and then another, stretching you to the limits. At the same time he pumped your cock and stopped only when you were a gasping and writhing mess beneath him.

More lube was laved over your asshole until finally, he positioned his monstrous dick at your puckered hole. You looked at him when he began to push inside you, stretching your muscles to fit him. The stretch was overwhelming but he kept going until he bottomed out. The heaviness and burning sensation made you cry out. He stayed moveless inside you, giving you time to adjust, his hand never leaving your cock which was drenched with your releases from your earlier orgasms.

“Good boy,” he praised, his breath hot against your ear. “Doing so great for me. You feel so good. Relax, relax your tight arse.”

You did as told and with each slow thrust, the discomfort faded and got replaced by a deep, toe-curling pleasure. You clutched the sheets as your towering werewolf fucked you and filled you repeatedly. His hand on your cock was a constant pressure; pumping fast then slow. He kept that maddening rhythm, delaying your pleasure. The slurpy sounds of skin slapping of skin echoed in the room, combined with your blabbering whispers and his feral growls.

“Such sweet sounds,” the werewolf said, his voice thick with desire. “That’s it—fuck, taking me so deep up your guts.”

“Hnn—“ You inhaled. “Just like that, ri—right there, baby.”

Your werewolf kept the same relentless speed as he pounded your ass but gripped your cock and pumped it faster, making your writhe and whine from under him. The dual sensations were making you mad with desire.

“Come for me now,” he commanded, slapping your asscheek. “Come with me inside you.”

His words pushed you over the edge, the tight coil of heat in your belly snapping. You cried out his name as your muscles convulsed and you came hard, your own cum splashing against his hand and your stomach. Roaring loudly, he followed moments later, nudging so deep inside you that you saw stars. He filled you up, his seed overflowing from your now gaping asshole.

It was moments or ages later when you returned to reality. You lay spent against the tousled sheets, his massive form hanging over you. He was on his hands and knees to keep his weight from crushing you, his cock still hard inside you as he licked your neck, imprinting his scent everywhere.