The wolf-man’s balls were big to match his cock. But softer, muskier. Allie’s nose buried in his pubic hair. It was feathery, fur-like. The wild, dark scent of him was strongest there. When her tongue flicked out over the arc of one heavy swell, he groaned. A shiver ran through him, very much like it would a man.

“Mmm, yeah. Suck it, princess…”

Now it’s ‘princess’ again, Allie thought, bristling. There was no way she could take even one of his big balls in her mouth. Her lips curved around the left testicle first, then the right. She sucked and fondled over them both as best she could.

The globes shifted under her prodding tongue, rolling slightly in their thick silky casing. She made a wet, sloppy mess out of them in no time, but he didn’t seem to mind. Beneath her lips, the wolf-man shuddered. His claws scraped against her scalp. Huskily, he snickered.

Grinding up into her defenseless face, he said, “I could get used to this sort of cooperation.”

Allie thought he had a very narrow interpretation of the idea. But if she’d softened him to the point where he wouldn’t savage her, she wasn’t about to object. A part of her was still hoping he’d let her finish him off with her mouth. These hopes were once again quashed when next he spoke—

“But that juicy pussy is calling my name.”

He pulled Allie off his balls only to topple her over onto her back. She tried to shut her legs, but he wedged a knee between them. Then he wedged in the other knee, prying her thighs apart with ease. Trapping her wrists, he knelt over her, leering. Beneath the beastly shadow of his cock, Allie’s heart hammered.

“W-what is your name?” she stammered out, desperate to distract him.

His sharp-toothed leer grew wider. “Max,” he replied.

“Max,” she repeated faintly.

The absurdity overwhelmed her. It was such a doggish name.

“Well?” he asked with a bite of impatience. Puzzled, Allie stared up at him. “What’s yours?”

“Oh,” she said. “Allie.”

“Oh, Allie…” Letting go of her wrists, Max smoothed his hands down her arms, her breasts, her flinching stomach. “My mouth is watering. I’m really going to enjoy this, devouring you from the inside out.”

“P-please! You said if I—”

“I also said I was going to eat you,” he cut in with chilling frankness, skewering her in place with a glance. His dark claw skimmed over the skimpy triangle of her thong, tracing the cleft in her mound. “I just didn’t say how. Maybe I’m still undecided…”

Allie swallowed anxiously. She reminded herself that he wasn’t human. Who was to say what kind of compunctions he had, if any? She was entirely at his mercy. Both of them knew it. No matter what she did, he still might just kill her. But if there was any chance to tip the scales in her favor…

His trailing claw pricked the nub cresting through the front of her thong. As he did, Allie cracked open her thighs to him, shuddering. Max grinned wolfishly.

“Now there’s a good girl.”

He slid a sharp fingertip along the balmy seam of outer lip and inner thigh. Hooking under the slim, soaked crotch of her thong, he grazed his knuckle along her tender folds. Allie gasped. His eyes lit into her.

“These human underthings are such a tease.”

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Original Publication Date: 12/6/23

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