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Blind hunger. Under the full moon the beast raged, tearing limbs from the men carrying torches and spears that had marched boldly into the wood to dispatch of the monster. Only to die trying. The wolf let out a long howl at the snap of the final man’s neck and sunk his teeth into his flesh.
Halfway through his meal, his nostrils flared and a new hunger seized him. Not all of these men were dead. He prowled the crumpled bodies- and sure enough- a young man was still breathing. Handsome and muscular under his useless padded armor. He bled from the shoulder where he had been bitten, and bruised on his face where he seemed to have been thrown against a tree.
The wolf dug at the fabric of his clothes, shredding it easily with his long claws, but careful not to shred the man’s flesh any further. He lay on his stomach, ass up and irresistible.
The wolf’s cock twitched, emerging slick and red from his sheath as his fur-covered balls drew up. The shaft was as wide as the man’s wrist, with a glistening, tapered end. The wolf knelt over the unconscious man, lining up the point to prod at the man’s tight entrance.
Persistence won the day and the wolf forced the tip past the ring of muscle. The sensation was maddening, the feeling like his cock was about to be crushed inside the tight hole, even by only the weakest throbbing the man’s body responded with.The beast pushed further, holding the position until he could slide freely in and out.
The wolf let loose a snarl, and began pumping it's hips. The slightest moan escaped the young man, but his eyes remained closed.
More of the wolf’s cock emerged, lengthening with each thrust until a knot grew at the base of his cock. The monster thrust roughly, crushing the knot against the man’s hole to no avail.
“No- nooo-” The man finally stirred. The wolf pounced on his shoulders pinning him to the earth as it rutted mercilessly, fighting the struggle- however weak- of the militia man. He was strong, but no match for a beast the size of a werewolf.
The wolf came in a jet and the man croaked out a groan before passing back out. The wolf panted hard. Satisfied. It lingered inside it's prize for a few minutes before it dismounted.
Almost tenderly, it scooped the man into his arms. This one he would keep. His instincts told him the man was stuffed with his pups, or should be. Breed him. Keep breeding him until he could smell his seed take hold.