"I know what you are," Casey said. Jordan's cum was still decorating her face, dripping down her nose and cheeks and flowing down onto her exposed bra and cleavage.
"And what is that?" the man asked with a soft smile, unconcerned.
His hands moved to Casey's hips, and he guided her backward until she was pressed up against the wall of the alley. Jordan didn't seem phased at all by her words; in fact, he seemed very much in the mind to continue where they had left off. His thumbs hooked around the top of her black shorts, and he peeled them down off of her slowly. They were hugging onto her ass tightly, but once he had them past her knees, they fell onto the ground.
"You're the one who set the fire at the dorm, the illusionary fire I should say," Casey was about to continue, but Jordan's hand pressed up between her legs, his fingers rubbing against her through the black panties, and she moaned out in response.
"What were you saying?" he teased, feeling just how damp she was. "I don't know why you think you know anything about that fire, Casey. I thought you were just visiting Hilbury."
His fingers caressed her again, and this time he tugged her panties to the side, exposing her lips to him. With his other hand, Jordan guided his cock forward against her, nestling the head against her folds. Casey wanted to speak, to put a stop to this and tell him that she knew he was the trickster, but she couldn't. This just felt too good.
The werewolf cum had made her eager for sex, and then the trickster's spell had made her desperate for it. Feeling his hot cum shot all over her face and down, her throat had only made things worse. She needed to get fucked right now; there was nothing more important to her. It felt as if there was a hole in her very soul, and the only thing that could fill it up was the cock teasingly pressing against her. Monster or not, she wanted him.
"Nothing to say now?" Jordan chuckled. His cock rubbed along her until it was glistening in her arousal. "Do you want me to fuck you, Casey?" She nodded enthusiastically; there was nothing that she wanted more than that. "Alright then."
Jordan's strong hands slid down to her thighs, spreading her legs wider and pinning her back against the wall. He slowly stepped in closer to her and slipped between her legs. The trickster pushed the head of his cock against her. His fingers caressed along her toned thighs, gripping onto them tightly as he lifted her up into the air, trapping her between his chest and the wall.
"I can already tell we're both going to enjoy this, Casey," he murmured. She smiled in agreement. Spell or no spell, she needed to be fucked right now.
Jordan pushed forward into her. His thick cock head sank into her, spreading her lips and sliding deeper into her. Casey shuddered at the feel of him, at having another cock in her after days of being desperate for one. She never wanted to go this long without sex again. Jordan's cock drove further into her, finally beginning to fill up that hole she felt. The pleasure followed immediately behind it.
While no werewolf cock, Jordan was well hung, and she could feel her body slowly adjusting to his size. Jordan held her legs further apart as he stepped between them. With one final thrust forward, his cock was entirely inside her, nestle perfectly within her tight folds.
"You are one tight girl, Casey," he murmured. His hands crept up her thighs, moving back to hold onto her ass. His fingers probed in against her full cheeks, slowly working her back and forth on his cock. "I knew you were something special when I saw you walking down the street. And it wasn't just your ass and tits." His hands tightened on her backside, and his eyes drifted down to stare at her half-exposed breasts. "Although they certainly helped."
