Beneath the mammoth monster, Janine settled into a pleasurable rhythm. She gripped him around the nape of his neck, delighting in the coarse texture of his fur as she pulled him closer. This was better than she could have hoped for...
Finn continued his thrusting unabated; if the woman enjoyed it, so much the better. His snarls mixed with her moans, his nostrils filled with the heady scent of their combined arousal. Her full breasts bobbed naturally with each thrust, the nipples invitingly stiff in the cool evening air. She wrapped her legs around his furry rump, shivered at the swaying of his tail across her flesh.
Janine could see well enough even without her glasses to lose herself deep in the werewolf's amber pools. Finn stared at her as he plunged inside her vagina, snarled with every sensation. She licked her lips as lustfully as she could muster, riding a wave of animal heat she had never known.
"Take me," she gasped, her voice breathless from wild pleasure.
The beast's response was immediate, as its muzzle descended on the stiff nub of Janine's left breast. She squealed in delight, flowing with the sexual delight as she felt her skin reach its climactic flashpoint. Her own grinding accelerated in time with the steadily increasing urgency of the wolf beast's thrusts.
Janine's body quivered with the power of climax, enough to shake her wrists free of the powerful paws which had restrained them. She pawed and groped Finn's fur, leading to a deep lover's kiss as she exploded in orgasm. Her release brought the wolf's seed forth, unleashing a howl into the air as freely as he unleashed his semen inside Janine. She rode the pumping of his cock, right up until the time she blacked out.
The young woman awoke from dreams of running and mating with wolves, minutes or perhaps hours later. Time seemed lost to her.
Her torn clothing still lay in scraps on the ground, where the werewolf had discarded it. She was sticky with sexual juices, dirt, and saliva. A vague memory of her leg being cut came to mind; she inspected her left thigh, but found no wound.
Weary, she stood, and dressed herself as best she could. Her afterglow had yet to subside. This would make a fine entry into my journal, she thought. If only I hadn't left it back at camp...
Fear shot from her eyes, charging her body with adrenaline. Guided on her path only by the light of the full moon, she raced as quickly as possible, praying that she could find her way back to camp.
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