Summary: Newly-turned werewolves can be very intense during their rut, to the delight of the more...adventurous.
Olympic Endeavor
Posted: 13/02/2023
Status: Completed
Author's note: MERRY VALENTINE'S HAVE SOME FILTH
You were prepared for this, had taken all the necessary precautions to make this both fun and safe. The room is locked securely, and has a temporary invisibility spell cast on it so that curious and feral paws don’t try to break it down and possibly rampage in the apartment. The entire room has been soundproofed so that nobody thinks you’re being murdered and tries calling the cops. Hal is on standby, ready to activate the sleeping charm you’ve preemptively set up if needed, and has Rose on speed dial in case things take a turn for the worst.
So, you’re prepared.
Still, you’re starting to think you might have overestimated your own stamina.
…Or you would, if you could think at all between cries of “too much”, and “more”.
Strong, furry hands are gripping your shoulders, forcing your head into the pillow and leaving claw marks you’ll have to treat later, but that feel heavenly right now for your muddled, sex-happy brain. When you’re so far gone, pain and pleasure quickly become the same thing for you.
You started off on all fours, taking up a more…let’s say “natural” position to make it easier on him. Wild as he is in this state, you genuinely aren’t sure he would have managed to enter you if you’d tried doing it missionary or in a more “creative” position. He had no trouble mounting you when you presented yourself to him doggy-style, though.
(And, thankfully, he found your preferred hole on the first try, though you’d also prepared your ass just in case.)
You aren’t sure how long you’ve been at it, but you know it’s been at least an hour, probably two, with absolutely zero breaks or downtime. It’s been non-stop slamming of hips and endless, uncontrollable orgasms. He’s come inside multiple times, thick spurts he’s been pushing steadily into your womb with each snap of his hips against yours, breeding you like a bitch. Good thing you’d gotten your tubes tied a few years back, or you’d be in deep, deep trouble.
But there’s more coming, you know there is, and it’s the reason you haven’t let yourself pass out yet.
You think you hear a ping coming from your shades, laid out on the bedside table. It could be important, so you try lifting a weak arm.
TG : eyyyyy dirky
TG : dirky
TG : dick
TG : *dork
TG : *dirk
TG : actually no dork is good
TG : dork heaps up imma call you if you don’t answer momma lalonde
TG : *heads
TT : I wouldn’t recommend it.
TT : I’m afraid Dirk is a tad preoccupied at the moment, how may I help you?
…And immediately let it fall on the bed when he growls above you, driving even harder into you, forcing a moan out of you that could honestly rival the most talented of porn stars’, as well as another coat of tears to wet the already soaked pillow. Fuck, the entire bed is probably drenched down to the mattress from tears, drool, sweat, and all sorts of other bodily fluids. You vaguely recall squirting once or twice, maybe three times. Your memory’s muddy at best right now, to be honest.
God, you’re gonna drink an entire ocean after you’re done.
TG : oh well i was gonna ask dirk to play w/ me
TG : fuck around in mario party mayhaps??????
TG : hard mode bots with handicaps in their favor for more spiciness
TG : the whole deal
TT : Well, I will forward your invitation to him once he’s available.
TT : And coherent enough to comprehend it.
TG : whats he even doing anyway
TG : or who *wonk wink*
TT : Two words :
TT : Newly-turned werewolf.
The pings continue, then the lenses start glowing red and you know Hal’s intercepted the messages, so you let it go and focus instead on the mind-blowing and possibly literally back-breaking sex that’s being inflicted on you right now.
TG : daaaaaaayum
TG : no fear huh lol
TG : also ain’t that three wrods?
TG : *words
TT : According to my integrated word processor, and grammar rules in general, hyphenated words count as one.
TG : damn hal ur so smart
TG : wanna play mario party while dirks getting he brains blown out
TG : or his coochie i guess
TG : same diff lmao
He’s been getting more erratic, letting out possessive growls and leaving claw marks all over your back, and you know you’re getting close to the main event.
You’re completely limp now as you let him shove into you like some kind of glorified fleshlight. The bed is creaking under the force of his thrusts, and your pussy squelches filthily every time he moves, dragging roughly against your over-sensitive walls. Fuck, it hurts so good.
His claws leave your shoulders, and you immediately feel the sharp pain of fangs burying into your neck, marking you as his. You think you come again, but honestly with everything that’s happening, your senses are in total overdrive, so you barely notice it. His movements don’t stop even as you feel his dick swell at the base, until it gets so big that he has to stop, buried all the way inside, pressed right against your cervix. You’re knotted, finally, and will likely stay that way for at least another hour.
He releases your neck then lies on top of you, crushing you into the mattress with his weight. It’s a bit hard to breathe, but you think it’s worth it once his entire body relaxes at once, and he lets go.
TT : Sure.
TT : Though I’m afraid I won’t be able to focus all of my processing power on annihilating you.
TT : I have to keep track of Dirk’s vitals, lest he gets himself killed in the filthiest, most spectacular way known to man.
TG : lol got it
TG : tell him i said grats on the wild sex if he survives
TT : Will do. I am sure he will greatly appreciate it.
See, the thing about werewolves is that they produce an absurd amount of cum. A little of it, the equivalent of a normal human load, will be naturally let out during intercourse, serving as extra lube of sorts. But once they’re knotted, they empty themselves completely, to the last drop, into whoever or whatever they shoved themselves into.
And the knot won’t go down until they have.
Pressed deep as he is into you, his seed doesn’t have much else to go but forward. And so forward it goes, right into your womb. You feel him fill you up, slow and steady, slowly setting you on fire from the inside, and it’s perfect.
This is exactly what you wanted. This is why you propositioned English in the first place, knowing how he would act as a new werewolf. Being kept down effortlessly, marked up, then bred again and again. Being used as a cumdump with nary a thought given to your own needs or wishes. Fuck yes, that’s the culmination of, like, at least seventy percent of your fantasies. Jack-fucking-pot. Or should you say Jake-fucking. Heh.
Fuck, you’re delirious.
He rolls his hips against you, unable to do much more, and you wheeze because fuck he’s heavy, and your gradually swelling belly is still pressed into the bed. It’s starting to get into uncomfortable levels of pain, when it previously was in the “hurts so good” zone.
Thankfully, Jake’s slowly regaining his self-awareness. He gently takes hold of your hips and flips you both until you’re laid on your sides, his hot body (in more ways than one) spooning your back. His claws are shorter already, less sharp, and his hands more human-shaped. You can feel his tongue lap at all the marks he left on your shoulders, cleaning them of the bloody mess he directly caused, as if in apology. You feel his nose nuzzling you, almost completely shortened from a muzzle into a more human-looking nose, though his face remains pretty hairy.
His hands move all over your body, caressing your arms, your hips, massaging your breasts which were left sore from being pressed hard against the mattress for so long. He tries giving your neglected clit some attention, but at this point you’ve come so much that it just hurts. Not in the fun way, too, so he leaves it alone and kisses your neck.
It’s easy to tell he’s fully come back to his senses, even if he’s still partially shifted. He’s just so gentle with you, holding you like you’re precious, fragile. Normally, you’d take offense to that, would kick him out for even daring to think you’re weak in any capacity…but after all he put you through (though you greatly enjoyed every single second of it), you feel like you deserve this. You’re fine letting him coddle you for a while.
Not like you’re going anywhere soon with his knot still going strong in you, pumping what feels like gallons of thick cum in you.
You feel his hands, now almost completely human aside from a lot of hair, slide over your belly, and then stay there.
You dare a glance down and…
“Wow.” Your voice is rough from all the screaming, and you’d cringe at the sound. But.
How long has it been? Fifteen minutes? Twenty? And he’s been cumming non-stop since.
Fuck, you look like you’re four months pregnant.
You put your hands over his, feeling your belly grow in real time from both the inside and outside, and try and fail to contain a whimper at the sight. Fuck.
He hums, as if agreeing with you. “Lovely, isn’t it?”
You wouldn’t call it lovely, more like nasty and yet extremely hot. If you weren’t so sensitive, you think you’d want to go another round from this alone. Instead, you clench around him, and he groans into your ear in appreciation.
Now that you’ve gotten to the main prize, there isn’t much to do but wait and occasionally look down at your still-growing belly (and boy, won’t that be fun to clean up afterward). Add to that your physical exertion and endorphin high, and you’re about ready to conk out.
“Thank you,” he says, all of a sudden, though you barely react. He’s back to looking completely human now, aside from his dick, which will only turn back once the knot has gone down.
“Mmm wh’t for?” you slur, halfway into dreamland already.
“For, well, letting me do,” he gestures vaguely to your connected bodies, “this.”
You snort.
“S’more for me th’n you, dude.” You definitely weren’t looking to do any good action. You were being blatantly horny and he accepted your advances after you finally managed to convince him that, no, you weren’t suicidal, and yes, you knew how to handle a newly-turned werewolf in a rut and were fully prepared to make this a fun and safe experience. If anything, he’s the one who did you a favor, indulging your low-key dangerous fantasies like that.
He hums again, though he sounds like he wants to protest. But you’re both exhausted, so he lets it go.
“Let me repay you anyway.” Or, you thought he let it go. He’s more persistent than you thought.
Oh well, if it’ll make him happy, whatever.
“Jus’ don’t give me money. G’nna make me feel like a whore. Noth’ng against them, s’a job like any other. Jus’ not mine.”
He chuckles at your half-asleep rambling.
“Nothing of the sorts, poppet.” He nuzzles you, not once letting go of your middle. “I was thinking something like…lunch, perhaps? This weekend, downtown, a nice, cozy little café. Not many customers, but delicious food and fantastic desserts…” He idly traces small circles on your stomach. “Make it a real date. Not that this wasn’t positively smashing.” You snort at his phrasing. Oh, yeah, there definitely was smashing involved alright, not the most glamorous of first dates, but hey you’ve never been a particularly glamorous guy.
“Hmm, sounds good,” you answer, and let yourself fall asleep to his soft ministrations.
“It’s a date, then,” he says, but you’re already out like a light.