#beowolf

Ruby’s eyes flew open as she felt something cram its way between her lips, forcing her jaw to the limits of its tolerance as whatever it was pushed into her mouth and then down her throat.

What she saw made no sense. Nothing but veins hidden under a swell of black fur…at least, until she managed to catch a glimpse of the white mask of bone above.

A Grimm was in her tent. A Beowolf. And it was-!

She pounded her fists against its belly, uselessly. She might as well have been punching stone, as the Grimm shoved its fucking cock so deep inside of her that she swore the spade-shaped head was buried somewhere south of her collarbone.

Even as she choked and struggled, the fat balls pressed down over her nose smothered her, ensuring that the few faint gasps of air she’d managed to suck down before her throat was plugged were absolutely saturated with pheromones and musk. The Beowolf smelled like sex, fresh sweat and the unmistakable musk of masculinity mingling with the slightest tinge of blood, ensuring that even as his scent drowned her brain she was unable to forget what he was.

He didn’t even bother to pin her arms and legs down as he started to thrust, letting her cock and punch and flail for all the good it did as he languidly raped her throat, each thrust slamming his nuts into her face hard enough to make Ruby see stars.

To her increasing shame, her body was responding. Unwanted though it may be, her baser instincts recognized when a powerful male was present, and knew the appropriate responses. Her thighs rubbed together as heat flushed in her belly, each sloppy jet of precum poured into her stomach only stoking it higher.

The knot started to swell, battering at her lips, but oxygen was becoming a serious concern and Ruby was barely able to muster up the focus to realize what that meant.

And then, there was no way to ignore it. The beast’s knot slammed through her lips, throbbing to its full size and swelling to lock itself behind her teeth, ensuring that nothing prevented it from dumping its addictive, corruptive cum straight into Ruby’s belly.

to her horror, the silver-eyed Huntress trainee squealed silently around the improvised gag, a quick and filthy orgasm rocking through her as her body reacted to its violation. The oxygen deprivation hadn’t helped, blanking out the whole world except for her attacker, forcing her to focus on him.

Now, though, the situation was getting critical. As her belly stretched and swelled, Ruby clawed desperately at the Beowolf’s underbelly as her lungs screamed for air. Her vision began to go dim, and she wondered if this was how it ended for her? She would never learn the truth about her mom, never live up to her legacy…her path towards being a hero was cut short, used as a disposable cocksleeve to help a Grimm dump some cum and without even being considered worth a single second of consideration towards letting her live to be fucked a second time.

It was that thought that was the final one to cross her mind before darkness overcame her. The last thing she saw was the throbbing nuts of the Beowolf clenching as they pumped another rope of jizz into her guts.

…And then her eyes opened again. She bolted upright, gasping in panic, hands flying to her chest.

She was alive? Ruby looked around her tent. No claw marks, no rips in the walls…she felt a bit bloated, and her throat was sore…but maybe she’d just been breathing through her mouth? And if her sleeping bag had fallen over her face…?

It seemed weak, but it was the only explanation she could think of. Hopefully the stomach thing was just her imagination, she’d hate to have some kind of bug out here.

mind still whirling with shame from the form of her ‘dream’, Ruby uneasily lay back down to sleep.