(All characters are 18+)
Olivia cowered on the bed. Death stood before her, disguised with rippling fur and muscle. And the most powerful and primal of weapons hung beneath its legs: dripping, twitching, throbbing.
There were only two choices: run and fight, or submit.
She chose wisely.
Turning around on the bed, she got down on all fours. Presenting herself to this monster, her husband, to use as he pleased. And it turned her on SO fucking much. Fear and arousal becoming almost indistinguishable, transforming into something more powerful.
Her monstrous husband watched as his wife willingly gave herself to this animal, to him. He didn't think it would be this easy. This beastly form. Her body almost begging for it, wanting to feel it inside of her.
He couldn't blame her. He felt impatient to feel her through this cock. To taste and smell her. Those senses were almost as strong as his sexual desire. The need to taste. To sniff. To have every part of someone.
And he would.
The beast approached her quivering body that she offered him. His cool paws grip firmly around her waist, dragging her sharply to the edge of the bed. Claws poking, but not breaking her skin. He slaps his angry red dick on top of her submissive ass. It announces itself with an audible *THWAP*
"Feel that? I'm about to wreck you with it," he growled with malice. If she were lying on her back, it would almost reach her belly button. It seemed entirely too big, too oddly shaped. But her body was begging her to.
Something began teasing her lips, moving itself up and down. Facing the other direction and on all fours, she couldn't see what it was and was too scared to look. Either a paw or what he had just slapped her with.
A moment later, the mystery was solved.
His precum-moistened tip slid into her, an audible moan escaping her lips. Her body struggled to welcome him, but make no mistake, it was a warm welcome.
This was too easy. The beast wanted a bit of a fight, a struggle. There is no thrill of the hunt if the doe lies down in front of you, welcoming their own evisceration.
James wasn't like this when he was human. This was the beast. He was now animal, with animal urges. And right now, he need to fuck the shit out of his wife and unload what felt like a liter of hot salty cum inside of her.
They began to fuck.
To Olivia, his first thrust felt like it would split her in half. She had never taken something so big, something so feral inside of her. Her husband, when human, was average sized, and she very much enjoyed sex with him. But this, this was something entirely different.
The red hot poker radiated warmth inside of her. Hopefully, that heat would help her loosen and relax, to accept him. Her fear was beginning to subside somewhat, replaced by the slight agony of their intercourse. She could hear him growling behind her, huffing, panting. Hear the wet slaps of him entering her, and his testicles hitting her thighs.
*slap* *slap* *slap*
The slapping, moaning, and growling continued like this for a few minutes. Olivia's body began warming to him. His thrusts no longer threatening to break her, but being absorbed. His hot red rocket receiving its own massage inside of her. Her body was desperately trying to keep him lubricated, to earn its reward.
The pleasure James and the beast felt was unlike anything he'd experienced. There was no thinking, no thought. His sole focus was using this docile cocksleeve of a wife for his pleasure, before emptying himself deep inside of her. Deeper than ever.
But first, he wanted a taste.
He casually withdrew his entire length from her, her body still rocking back and forth for a moment. A small amount of fluid enticingly dripped from her. The smell of her was driving him mad. Not only could he see, hear, and feel her arousal, now he could SMELL it.
He lowered his head and lined up her sexy mess directly in front of his snout, inhaling deeply. Like sniffing a fine wine before tasting it. Picking out all the individual notes: moderately acidic, an earthy metallic tang, a hint of fear, the thrill of being used by a monster, a hidden desire to be bred.
His tongue could no longer wait and it slurped out of his mouth. The wetness slapping up against her pubic mound, before slowly drooling upward, wiping across her vulva and finally her anus.
Olivia shivered.
She'd never felt a tongue anywhere near her asshole. Her nipples stiffened from the sensation.
Flavors exploded in James' mouth. It was addictive. He wanted more. He continued to lap at her with his cool, wet tongue. How had never tasted this before? James had eaten his wife out, frequently, but not like this, never this thoroughly. He was now infinitely more well-equipped for the task. And much more eager to do so.
Olivia moaned each time she felt the wet tongue hit her body. She missed his cock inside of her already, but this tongue was proving to be a suitable consolation prize. Every part of her lower half was being licked, tasted, and slobbered on. The sensation of this tongue was far different from her husband's. It might take a little getting used to, but not much. She tried not to cum.
Now high off of his wife's many exotic flavors, the werehusband decided he wanted release. He wanted to flood her. To see how much of his new seed her body would accept.
James picked Olivia up like a doll and flipped her, from all fours to lying on her back.
He lightly drug his claws down the front of her, horrible images filling his mind as he did so.
She writhed in front of the beast. Still aroused by the danger of it all, she began to rub herself, hoping to entice the beast to re-enter her. The other hand cupping her breast and massaging her erect nipple, pink and pale.
