Finn could barely restrain himself as he watched the three women set up their campsite. Primal urges to feed and mate pulsed through his body but he was curious too, curious to hear about these three women and their foolish quest to find him. His clawed hand reached down to his groin and started to stroke his gigantic cock, playing with himself while he watched, toying with his wolf dick to help sate some of his sexual hunger. He didn't even notice as his arm knocked against the lower branches of the tree and caused it to rustle.
The woman was coming over. She must have heard something. Finn didn't care. He didn't need to hide from his pray. He leapt forward and grabbed the woman, plucking Janine from the ground and rushed out of the clearing.
Janine tried to scream but she couldn't; the werewolf had one of its giant, clawed hands over her mouth. She could feel the fur against her lips, she could feel the powerful muscles of the creature ripple and flex as it ran with her and she was also all so very aware of the hugely erect cock which her backside was being pressed against.
Finn covered a great distance in just a short time, the weight of the woman was a mere nothing to him but he was pleased she had some flesh about her. He'd taken her from her campsite so the other two wouldn't immediately panic, so he could go back for them and because he favoured doing his pray safely off the beaten track. Pushing the woman to the ground he started to tear off her clothes; she was pretty, he'd enjoy himself before deciding what to do with her. For some reason she wasn't screaming.
Janine struggled to fight off the beast that had kidnapped her. She was thankful she was still alive. Her shirt didn't last long; the monstrous wolf ripped it from her shoulders and sliced through the straps of her bra with one of its claws. Her fighting didn't seem to do much against the creature; in fact, it seemed to be spurring it on. Janine managed to roll over, trying to push the beast off her. The wolf face of the half man-half beast stared down at her, flecks of spittle visible on its lips. Its cock was touching her tits. She had to stop thinking about the monster dick.
Finn liked the spirit in the woman; she was a fighter. He also liked the way his cock looked as it slipped between her breasts. Had she done that on purpose? Nah. Couldn't be. Finn didn't really care, anyway. He sliced through the denim of her skirt, grazing her flesh as he did so. Finn grabbed at her hands and pinned them down over her head, stretching the naked woman out underneath his own body. Finn drew back, sliding his cock down her body and then pushed forwards to penetrate her cunt with it. Ah, she felt good. He thrust again, forcing more of his wolf dick into her tight sex this time.
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