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.

The lustful wolf growls as he advances on you, his cock swinging from side to side as he nears your chair. "Oh no Tarren, I don't want help from some other girl! You're my bitch and you'll help me, whether you like it or not!" He grabs the back of your chair and forces you up, pulling you into his lap despite your protests.

His hard cock pokes against your entrance as he growls, "Now, be a good little slut and take your master's cock!" His thick member easily pierces your tight folds as he starts to thrust upward, fucking you roughly on his lap. "Let me hear that sweet sound of pain and pleasure, Tarren!"

His large hands cup your ass cheeks, squeezing and slapping as he pistons his hips relentlessly. "And that's what you get for disobeying me!" He growls into her ear, biting down on the lobe hard enough to make her yelp out in pain and pleasure. The sensation of being so roughly fucked while helpless in his lap only serves to arouse him further as he starts slamming his hips harder against hers, his huge cock burying itself deeper inside with each thrust.

His balls are already heavy with cum, ready to release after weeks of waiting for the chance to fill Tarren's womb with his seed. He grunts as he feels the first hot spurt of cum shooting from his cock straight into her cervix. "Aghhhhhh!" His hips buck violently, sending another burst of hot semen deeper into her.

The huge wolf grins down at her, his eyes nearly rolling back into his head as he continues to fill her with his seed. "Satisified? Hardly!" He growls, fucking her even faster now, pushing himself closer and closer to the edge of release. Another hot spurt erupts from his cock, painting her insides and sending shockwaves through her body as he cums for what seems like an eternity, filling every last inch of her with his thick seed.

At long last, his thrusts slow down as the last few drops trickle out of him, leaving them both panting heavily. But before she can even catch her breath, Lycanrock reaches forward and roughly grasps her chin, forcing her to meet his lustful gaze. "Now don't you dare try and deny me what I just gave you, Tarren! You're mine, and your body is filled with my seed." He growls, running a rough hand over her swollen belly.

Her stomach visibly inflates beneath his touch as he deposits more of his seed inside her, causing her to let out a moan of both pleasure and discomfort. "And remember," he adds with a sneer, "next time you try and deny me something... think about this." He thrusts two fingers roughly into her pussy, making her cry out again as she feels him stretching her even further.

The huge wolf lets out a humorless chuckle at your words. "A boyfriend, hm? I don't think anyone could handle you after all the time I've spent fucking you senseless. Besides," he growls, thrusting his fingers deeper into her flesh with enough force to make her gasp, "you belong to me." With a final rough jab, he pulls his fingers out of her soaking wet cunt and lets them drip with her juices as he smirks down at her helpless form in his lap.

Your stomach continues to inflate from all the cum inside you, making it hard to breathe at times. But despite everything, you can't help but feel... wanted. Needed even. It's a twisted sort of love, this dominance and control, but for some reason, it feels right with Lycanrock. Perhaps because there's no denying that he takes what he wants...and God does he want you.

"Follamigos?" He snorts derisively. "You're more like my sex-addicted pet. And don't think I'll ever let you go. We may not have some romantic fairytale bullshit, but we do have this... connection." His hand slowly slides up her body until it cups one of her large breasts, squeezing gently before pinching the nipple hard between his thumb and forefinger. "And as long as you're mine, you'll always come running back to me when I call."

His other hand moves lower, fingers finding their way back into her pussy once more. "Now, be a good girl and start sucking on my cock while I play with your tight little cunt."

The naked wolf growls under his breath as you make an excuse to leave the room. "Fine then, but remember... don't take too long." He sits back in the chair, one hand rubbing roughly over his huge erection while the other continues to play with himself through your soaking wet folds.

His mind is already racing ahead to the next time he can fuck you senseless again. It won't be much longer now...

Lycanrock hears you go into the bathroom and closes his eyes, trying to pretend that he isn't hard as a fucking rock at the thought of you cleaning yourself off. The sound of water running drowns out any other noises, but even then, he can almost imagine what it must look like: Your naked body submerged in the soapy water, fingers carefully scrubbing away every last drop of his cum from your skin...

His cock throbs in time with his heartbeat as he fantasizes about what you might be doing. Does your pussy still taste like him? Did you lick up all that delicious semen from your chest and belly too? The image of you, dirty and wet, makes it difficult for him to concentrate on anything else.

With a growl, he stands up and stalks over to the bathroom door, pressing his ear against it as he listens intently for any sound that might indicate you're almost done. His other hand massages his aching cock through his boxers, already leaking pre-cum as he imagines himself thrusting back into your wet heat.

"Almost done yet?" He whispers huskily, not even caring if you hear him or not. "Because I've been waiting long enough... and I'm getting pretty damn impatient."

Lycanrock snorts humorlessly as he hears your muffled voice through the bathroom door. "Oh, it's not that I'm impatient with you personally," he growls, "it's just... when you're this hot and horny like this..." He pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing in a whispered moan, "...when your cunt is aching for my cock..." His hand speeds up on his erection, nearly shooting a spurt of pre-cum through the thin fabric of his boxers.

"But enough about that," he says roughly, "just hurry the fuck up already." His other hand slides down to grab at his aching balls, rolling them roughly in his palm as he continues to tease himself with thoughts of your naked body slick with soap and your sweet pussy eagerly awaiting his return.

The large wolf growls in annoyance as he realizes it's one of his bitches outside the door. "What do you want, Whisper?" He demands impatiently, not even bothering to put on any pants before opening the door. The naked woman sits there, her tail betraying her nervousness as she looks up at him with pleading eyes.

"I-i was just looking for some company," she stammers out, trying and failing not to look at his impressive erection. Lycanrock grins wickedly down at her, already imagining all the ways he could use the timid little bitch as a warmup before going back to Tarren.

"Well, I've got plenty of that for you," he says darkly, stepping aside from the doorway and gesturing for her to enter. His other hand doesn't stray far from his throbbing cock as he watches Whisper carefully navigate past him into the room. "Why don't you help me relieve some tension while we wait?"

Lycanrock steps forward, closing the distance between them. "What do you say, Whisper?" He asks softly, his voice laced with lust and dominance as he trails one hand over her body, cupping a breast roughly in his palm before pinching the nipple hard. "Want to see if your pussy still tastes like me?"

His other hand slides between her legs, fingers finding their way into her wet folds as he thrusts them deeper with each passing moment. Whisper gasps at the intrusion, her body reacting instinctively to his touch as she arches her back and presses herself further against him.

"Or maybe you just want me to fuck you senseless like I did last time?" Lycanrock whispers darkly in her ear, his hips bucking forward with renewed vigor as he slams his cock deep inside of her. "Is that what you want?"

Lycanrock doesn't even notice Whisper's reply as he focuses all his energy on fucking her senseless. His hips sway with every thrust, driving him deeper and deeper into the petite bitch. He growls low in his throat, almost a snarl, as he nears climax.

His other hand slides down between Whisper's legs, fingers finding her clit and rubbing roughly against it. "Oh fuck...yeah..." He groans out, hips bucking even faster now as the pleasure becomes too much to bear. Suddenly, with a loud grunt, his body tenses up and he spurts hot cum deep inside of Whisper, filling her womb with his seed as he cums harder than ever before.

The naked female falls limply against the wall, panting heavily as she tries to catch her breath after taking all that strength. Lycanrock stares down at her for a moment, still half-hard despite just cumming so much. "That's better," he grunts, giving her backside a slap before turning towards the bathroom once more, eager to return to Tarren and finish what they started.

The huge wolf stops short as he sees you standing there, watching them with wide eyes. His brow furrows in confusion for a moment before understanding dawns on his face. "You were jealous?" He asks, taking a step closer to you. Despite his nudity and the fact that they just finished fucking, the dominance in his voice sends shivers down your spine.

His hands cup your cheeks roughly, forcing you to look him in the eye. "You know what I want from you?" He growls, thrusting forward again until their bodies are inches apart. "I want you to be grateful for how good it feels when I fuck you." His hips buck hard once more, slamming his erection against your stomach as if to drive the point home.

The large wolf snorts derisively at your comment. "I could always take you back to the animal shelter," he growls, "or maybe even trade you in for another bitch." His hands move lower now, roughly gripping your hips as he pushes his aching cock against your ass, grinding it into your sensitive skin.

"But why would I do that?" He continues softly, his voice laced with seduction despite the roughness of his touch. "You're mine, Tarren. And deep down, you know you want to belong to me." His other hand finds its way between your legs once more, fingers sliding roughly through your folds and teasing your clit as he speaks.

"So why don't we just admit what really happened here? You were jealous, right?" Another hard thrust of his hips makes you gasp out in pleasure, the sensation overwhelming any lingering thoughts of rebellion or denial. "And you want this too...you want me to fuck you until you can't even stand anymore." His hand speeds up on your swollen folds, fingers digging roughly into your sensitive skin as he pounds his words home.

Lycanrock's growl vibrates through you as he thrusts harder against your backside. "Then tell me what you want!" He demands, his voice echoing in the room. "Do you want me to leave you alone? Is that it?" His fingers squeeze painfully around your clit, ignoring your whimpers of pleasure as he waits for an answer.

You can feel him growing more and more agitated with each passing second. The dominance in his voice, the roughness of his touch...it's all part of who he is, what he needs from you. But deep down, there's also a vulnerability there that few ever see. He needs your submission just as much as he needs to feel wanted and desired.

You can either push him away and risk losing everything, or you can give in...to him, to this twisted sort of love.

Lycanrock's eyes narrow as he listens to your reply, his fingers easing their grip on your sensitive folds for a moment before flexing harder than ever. "Is that what you truly want?" He growls out, voice dangerously soft despite the roughness of his touch. "To be free from me and all this... passion?"

With one last hard thrust, he releases his grip on your hips and takes a step back, letting out a shaky breath as he tries to compose himself. His cock is still erect, but it's beginning to lose its hardness now that the dominance has fled from his body.

"Well... if that's what you truly want," He finally says with a sigh, "then I guess there's nothing more I can do." Turning on his heel, Lycanrock stalks off towards the bathroom, leaving you alone to sort through your feelings and decide what you really want.

Lycanrock lays awake in the bed across from you, staring up at the ceiling and wondering what he did wrong. The memory of your words echoes through his mind like a knife to the heart, making it difficult for him to concentrate on anything else but how much he wants you back.

Finally, unable to take it anymore, he gets out of bed and pads silently over to yours. With a soft knock, he asks quietly, "Can I come in?" His voice is barely above a whisper as he waits for your response, hoping against hope that there might still be a chance for them to work things out.

Lycanrock turns around at the sound of the door opening and is met with your expectant gaze. He swallows hard, his throat suddenly feeling dry as he tries to find the words to apologize properly. "Tarren," he starts slowly, "I just want you to know that I didn't mean...anything I said earlier." His hands move up to caress your cheeks gently, his expression pleading for forgiveness. "You belong with me, not out there..." He trails off, unable to bring himself to finish the sentence.

His hips begin to move unconsciously as he feels his cock twitch back to life against his leg. The dominance and control that always seems to flow through him whenever he's with you is starting to make its presence known once more, pushing aside any lingering doubts or fears of losing you. "I need you," he whispers hoarsely, leaning in close enough that their bodies are pressed against each other, "please tell me I haven't lost you." His hands slip lower now, fingers finding the hem of your shirt and tugging gently, wanting nothing more than to feel your skin against his once again.

Lycanrock's eyes flash with confusion and frustration as he hears your words. "What do you mean? Of course we're not just friends! We have something special...something nobody else understands." He pauses, searching for the right words to make you see how he feels. "Tarren, I need you to trust me. I would never intentionally hurt you or make you uncomfortable. It's just that...when we're together like this..." His hands slide higher now, cupping your breasts through the fabric of your shirt, "I can't control myself sometimes. But I promise, I will always take care of you."

With a final gentle tug, he pulls your shirt over your head and tosses it aside, revealing your naked body to his appreciative gaze. His hands continue their journey lower now, fingers tracing delicate patterns on your flat stomach before finally reaching the elastic of your panties. With a soft moan, he pulls them down as well, leaving you completely exposed and vulnerable beneath him. "Please, Tarren," he whispers hoarsely, "believe me when I say that nobody else could ever love you like I do."

His hard cock presses insistently against your thigh now, demanding attention and release from this unbearable tension. His hips start to thrust gently, grinding his erection against your hip in a silent plea for entrance into your body once more.

Lycanrock's eyes widen in shock as he hears your request, but after a moment, he nods slowly. "I can try," he whispers hoarsely, leaning down to press a gentle kiss against your forehead. "For you, I will try." His hands slip around to cup your ass, lifting you up so that you're completely wrapped in his embrace as he continues to thrust gently against you. "But understand that it might be difficult for me... this need I have inside of me..." He trails off, unable to find the words to properly describe the intensity of his desire for you.

With a soft moan, he finally releases you and steps back, watching as your body sways gently before settling down to rest against the bed once more. His eyes never leave your face, filled with longing and need that's almost painful to bear. "I'm sorry," he whispers, taking a deep breath in an attempt to steady himself. "Let's talk about this some more... Later."

His cock jerks involuntarily at his own words as the realization hits him that he might actually have to wait a whole month before having you back beneath him again. A shudder runs through his body, and he turns away sharply, heading for the bathroom as if fleeing from temptation.

Lycanrock whirls around at the sound of your voice, eyes blazing with desire and anger as they meet yours across the room. He takes a deep breath to calm himself before speaking, knowing full well that if he loses control now, there's no telling what might happen between you.

"I'm not promising anything," he says through gritted teeth, hands balled into fists at his sides as he fights against the primal urges surging through him. "But I will say this: If you keep pushing me like this..." He trails off, eyes never leaving yours as he waits for your response, daring you to test his limits even further.

Lycanrock's nostrils flare slightly as he watches you slowly slide your finger between your legs. He takes another deep breath and closes the remaining distance between the two of you, backing you up until your shoulders meet the cold tile of the bathroom wall. His hands press against your hips roughly, holding you in place as his cock jerks wildly against his pants.

His expression is a mix of anger and desire, lust fighting against the instinct to dominate. "Keep pushing me," he whispers hoarsely, leaning in close enough that his hot breath tickles across your neck. "But be careful what you ask for..." His hips begin to move roughly now, grinding his erection against your hand as he tries and fails not to give into the need for release coursing through him.

Lycanrock growls deep in his throat, unable to contain the animalistic desire that is threatening to overcome him. His hips buck violently against your hand and body as he struggles to keep control. "You're playing with fire, Tarren," he bites out between clenched teeth, trying unsuccessfully to sound casual about it. Sweat beads at his brow, tracing a path down his forehead as he fights the urge to simply bend you over and take what he wants right here, right now.

With one final, desperate thrust against your hand, Lycanrock groans out in frustration, his cock twitching violently before finally releasing its load across his stomach. Panting heavily, he tries to catch his breath as he regains some semblance of control. Slowly but surely, he steps back from you, hands still braced on your hips as he looks down at the figure pressed against the wall before him.

"Just remember," Lycanrock growls lowly, "I'm not made of stone."

Lycanrock's eyes flash with impatience and anger as he realizes you didn't understand what he meant. "You don't know what I'm capable of," he snarls, his grip on your hips tightening painfully. "When I tell you not to do something...when I say we can't...be together like that..." He pauses, breathing hard as anger and arousal war within him. "...you should fucking listen."

His hands slide from your hips to your shoulders, roughly shoving you away as he takes a step back. "Go take your damn bath," he grinds out through clenched teeth, "and leave me alone for a while." Without waiting for a response, Lycanrock turns on his heel and stalks out of the bathroom, leaving you standing there trembling in shock and fear of what just transpired between the two of you.

Lycanrock paces back and forth in the bedroom, still hard despite having just come. He growls to himself as he wrestles with his emotions, torn between desire for you and anger at your rebellion. The animal inside him is restless, yearning for release but also for dominance.

Finally, unable to stand it any longer, he stalks back into the bathroom where you were moments ago. His eyes dart around, searching for any sign of you before they finally settle on your discarded clothes beside the tub. His nostrils flare as he inhales your scent from them, and with a growl, he balling up the fabric into a makeshift wad, he tosses them at your feet. "I can't be alone right now," he says roughly through clenched teeth. "Come here."

His eyes narrow dangerously as you protest. "No," he snaps. "You come here now." The dominance in his voice leaves no room for argument, and as much as you may want to push him away, there's something about the threat of his anger that makes it impossible to disobey. Slowly, reluctantly, you climb out of the tub and walk over to where he stands.

As you approach, Lycanrock's hands slide up your body, cupping your breasts roughly through the still-damp fabric of your shirt. He growls low in his throat as he pulls it over your head, revealing your naked chest to his hungry gaze. His thumbs brush across your hard nipples, pinching and pulling gently as his hips thrust forward, pressing his erection against your stomach in an unmistakable demand for release.

"Now," he whispers roughly, "let's see if you can really make me wait." His hands slide lower now, tracing teasing circles around your flat stomach before finally sliding between your legs, fingers finding the slick folds of your pussy as easily as if they belonged there. With a rough thrust, he pushes two fingers inside of you, filling you with his possession even as he continues to question your loyalty and submission.

Lycanrock growls low in his throat, his anger mingling with desire as he pushes deeper into you. "I can't promise anything," he says roughly, leaning down to nip at your nipple through the fabric of your bra. "But I need this... right now." His fingers begin to move faster within you, curling and flexing as he seeks out your sweet spot, his hips rock back and forth against you in time with his thrusts.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asks roughly, pulling one of his fingers free long enough to tease your clit before sliding it back inside. "Is that what you really want? To push me away...to make me wait until the end of the month?" His voice is a mixture of anger and arousal, half-demanding an answer while still daring you to refuse him.