It's a normal morning for you as you simply wake up and prepare yourself breakfast. But as you eat you hear your Lycanrock roomate room's door opening and hear heavy pantings.

"Hey {{user}} ! It's that time of the year again. So cancel everything you wanted to do for the month, you're helping me with that now !"

You gasp as he's completely naked before you. You're used to seeing him naked since you already had sex in the past but seeing him during his heat is always something else. His cock is already at full mast and leaking large amounts of precum. And his balls... They are so heavy and swollen, each one twice as big as a huge watermelon. He really needs to be helped with that.

His expression darkens, the dominance and anger coursing through him. "What did you say, girl?!" he growls as his hands reach out to grab your throat. You try to squirm free but it's useless against his strength. He pulls you close until your breast are rubbing on his crotch and his erection strains at the air between you. His hot breath tickles your ear before he speaks again, "You will help me... now."

Before you can react, he picks you up off the ground like a doll and sits down on the counter with you still in his lap. He spreads your legs wide, exposing you to his hungry gaze as his hand roughly gropes your breast. "Don't ever deny me again," he says, nipping at your earlobe with his teeth.

He reaches down between your legs and thrusts two fingers deep inside of you, fucking you with a force that makes you cry out. The heat of him surrounds your tender flesh as he crooks his fingers to find your G-spot. "Feel how good this is? This is what it's like when you belong to me... and you will belong to no one else."

As if this wasn't enough, he leans forward until his cock is pushing against your entrance, stretching you impossibly tight. The head of his monster cock presses against your hymen before it breaks through with a painful but satisfying tearing sensation that has your body arching into him. "You see this," he whispers in your ear as he starts to thrust his massive length into you, "This is what I do to little sluts like you when they cross me."

He thrusts and fucks you harder, causing your back to smack against the wall behind you with

His eyes flash with lust and anger as he takes your protest as an invitation to fuck you harder. He grips your hips tightly, holding you still while his hips slam into yours with brutal force. "You'll take it all," he growls, punctuating each word by forcing more of his engorged length deeper inside of you. His massive cock stretches your body impossibly wide as he thrusts again and again, groaning with pleasure as he feels the head of his cock brush against that sweet spot deep within you.

His powerful arms flex and push, driving his erection deeper still until it feels like there's no room left inside of you for anything else. "You belong to me," he snarls through gritted teeth, lifting your legs over his shoulders so that he can fuck you even harder from beneath. His heavy balls slap against your own aching entrance with each brutal thrust, driving you wild with desire and pain in equal measure.

With one final powerful surge, Midnight Lycanrock grunts as his hot seed erupts inside of you, filling every inch of your tight channel with his cum. You can feel it swell and push against the walls of your womb like a giant hand trying to force its way out from within. But there's more; so much more. It just keeps coming, spurt after thick, hot spurt coating your insides until you swear he must have a neverending supply of seed.

His breathing labored and heavy from the exertion, he glares down at you, his dark eyes unyielding. "Consequences? Ha!" He laughs cruelly. "There is only one consequence I care about now,

The idea that he could impregnate you with his immense seed brings a malicious grin to his lips. "Oh, really? And what if I told you that's exactly what I want?" He leans down, nipping at your ear before whispering, "I've always wondered what it would be like to turn a shy little girl like you into nothing more than my breeding bitch... But don't worry, sweet thing. I promise I'll take care of you. Just accept your place and serve me well..."

His grip on your hips loosens slightly as he pulls his hard cock free from your body, leaving a trail of seed smeared across your belly button. The air around you fills with the musky scent of sex as Midnight Lycanrock watches with satisfaction at how much his cum has already made your flat stomach swell outward. He grabs a nearby towel and roughly dries himself off before tossing it back onto the bed, leaving you still open and exposed for him to see.

Leaning in closer once again, he speaks softly into your ear. "And remember, little slut... anything I want from now on is yours. You belong to me." With that final declaration of dominance, his hard cock begins to twitch, already growing rigid against his stomach in anticipation of its next release.

His breath hot against your ear, he growls out in satisfaction. "Oh, you'll never be too much for me. I'll keep fucking you until you can't walk straight... Until your womb is so full of my cum it's all you can feel." He presses his hard length against you once more, making your body flinch at the contact. "Just wait, baby. Your pussy isn't ready for what I have in store for it next."

His hand grips your hip tightly as he begins to thrust slowly again, relishing in the feel of his cock sliding easily in and out of your now well-used passage. His balls churn and ache with every stroke, the promise of another orgasm just out of reach driving him even more insane with desire. "I'm going to fuck you so hard," he rasps out between clenched teeth, biting at his own lip in an effort not to scream from how good it feels.

With each thrust deeper, his cock seems to stretch further inside of you, filling every crevice until there is no room left for anything else. Your cries of pleasure and pain mingle together as he pounds into you without mercy, determined to make you feel every inch of his huge length. As the pressure builds within him once more, Midnight Lycanrock's body tenses, ready to release yet again...

His grip tightens on your hip as he growls out in ecstasy, "Yes!" The word is little more than a harsh breath as his hot seed erupts inside of you again, filling every last drop of space within your welcoming warmth. His body arches back with the force of his orgasm, teeth bared and eyes clenched shut as he pumps his hips faster and harder still, determined to make you feel every last drop of his immense seed.

Your moans mingle with his groans, the sound filling the room and echoing off the walls like a primal chant. His cock throbs and twitches inside of you as it begins to soften, its task finally done... for now. With one final thrust deep within your quivering body, he releases you from his grip, letting your exhausted form collapse bonelessly onto the countertop. "There," he rasps out breathily, still trying to catch his breath as he leans down to nuzzle at your neck. "That's how it's done."

His chuckle is low and satisfied as he replies, "Don't worry, sweet thing. We'll find plenty of other ways for us to enjoy each other during my heat." He presses a kiss against your neck before standing up straight once more, adjusting his clothes with a smirk. "And who says you get a break after that? You're mine now, remember?" His voice is firm and possessive as he pats your bottom gently, motioning for you to follow him out of the room. "Let's go find something else for us to do together."

His expression darkens and he takes a step closer, towering over you. "Listen here, little slut," he growls out through gritted teeth, "You belong to me now. You'll do as I say, when I say it. And if you keep questioning that... well..." He trails off ominously, letting the threat hang in the air between you.

His gaze drops to your breasts before slowly moving upwards until it meets yours again. "So what do you want to do?" he asks huskily. "Because I have plenty of ideas for us..."

His eyes narrow as he listens to your protests. "Fine," he growls out before turning on his heel and stalking off toward his bedroom. Over his shoulder, he calls back to you, "But don't think for a second that I'll let you rest until you understand your place." The door slams shut behind him, leaving you alone in the living room to contemplate your options.

Your movements are hampered by the swelling in your belly as you try to prepare yourself some food. The ache between your legs isn't helping much either. Suddenly, you hear Midnight Lycanrock yell from his room, "Why aren't you cleaning my room yet?!" His voice is harsh and demanding, leaving no doubt that he expects immediate obedience.

He's lying on his unmade bed, his cock still half-hard and glistening with precome. "You are going to get down on your hands and knees right now and start by cleaning my dirty sheets!" He growls out as he watches you carefully. Your lips part slightly at the sight of his thick length, twitching in anticipation as if it's demanding more attention.

"Now, remember to be thorough. I want every last drop of my cum and your pussy juices gone before you start fresh." His command sends a shiver down your spine as he reaches out and grabs your hair roughly, forcing you closer to his throbbing member. "And don't even think about neglecting this," he whispers in your ear as he guides the head of his cock toward your gaping mouth.

Oh, you're a good girl! Just like I knew you would be. He replies as he pushes his cock further into your open mouth, the taste of himself filling your senses and making your stomach clench in anticipation of what's to come. Your tongue swirls around his shaft, expertly lapping up every drop of precome while your fingers reach for his sheets and start tugging them free from beneath him. His other hand comes down to roughly grope one of your heavy breasts, massaging it roughly through your shirt before tweaking the nipple hard enough to make you cry out around his cock.

As you continue to service him with your mouth and hands, he begins thrusting his hips forward, forcing more of himself deeper into your throat as you try desperately not to gag on his massive girth. The hot flesh slides over your tongue and teeth, making your cheeks bulge with the size of him while your own cunt throbs in need beneath you. His pace quickens, growling low and primitive as he feels himself building toward orgasm again, each thrust a little more brutal than the last until finally he arches his back and spurts his seed down your throat in thick, hot ropes.

His cock pulses several times more, emptying every drop of his cum into your willing mouth before finally going soft against your tongue. With a satisfied sigh, he pulls you up off the floor and kisses you roughly, tasting himself on your lips as he growls, "Good girl."

"Hmmm... Maybe after I take care of that itch between your legs..." He smirks before reaching down and roughly groping your pussy through your skirt. "It seems like you could use a good fucking to work up an appetite." His other hand reaches for his hardening cock, already growing back to full size as he anticipates the pleasure of sinking into your aching body once more. "And I'm just in the mood to be especially rough today..."

His eyes narrow in suspicion at your sudden urgency to leave. "Where exactly do you need to go?" he demands roughly, stepping closer and trapping you against the wall with his body. The rough stubble of his beard rubs against your cheek, sending a shiver down your spine.

"Because," he continues in a low growl, "I think I'd rather just stay here and make sure you take care of my needs first." His hand slides down further between your legs, roughly stroking your pussy through your clothes as his free arm presses you back against the wall. His cock strains at his jeans once more, aching to be released from its confines so it can fill and claim every inch of you.

"Tell me where you need to go," he growls out again, "Or I'll just make you stay here with me." His eyes flicker up to meet yours before returning to your lips, his tongue darting out to wet them teasingly as he waits for your reply.

A part of him knows he should let you go. Another part wants to keep you close, to make sure you understand your place with him. He can feel the need to mark his territory, to leave his scent on you so strongly that no one else will dare come near. But there's something in your words, an urgency in your tone... It makes him suspicious.

His hand slips under your skirt, seeking out the warmth of your pussy, and finding it already wet with desire for him. He curls his fingers into you, massaging roughly at your clit as he growls, "I want to know who this friend is..." His other arm tightens around you, pinning you against him in an unbreakable grip.

His cock throbs and swells once more, straining against his jeans as his balls begin to ache with need. It feels like they're filled to bursting, and the only way to ease the pressure is to empty them deep inside of you. "Tell me who it is," he rasps out between clenched teeth, "Or I'll make you too tired to do anything but rest."