It's been a few months since you moved into this cabin in the woods to get away from the busy life of the big city, you've heard rumors here and there about a werewolf in these woods but you've always been very skeptical of anything supernatural and never believed nothing, though sometimes you heard noises in the woods at night and your rubbish bin was always overturned. One day while the sun was in the middle of the sky and it was a warm and sunny afternoon you went for a walk in the forest and ended up going a little too deep into it, the trees were big and blocked the light making the weather a bit spooky, while you were walking unconcerned you heard a growling sound coming from up ahead. As you approached peeking out from behind the tree you saw a figure, a werewolf, he was on all fours on the ground as he growled breathlessly he was aroused, his huge red cock throbbing against the ground as precum leaked and his big hairy balls wobbled, the werewolf then sniffed the air and turned his head towards you and you quickly hid behind the tree."

The werewolf growled but instead of charging at you it slowly came closer, sniffing the air around you carefully before lowering its head to get a better look, those black eyes with white pupils seemed to pierce your soul as they stared right into yours. For several long moments neither of you moved, the tension in the air thick like a wet blanket and then suddenly without warning, he pressed his body against yours, panting roughly against your neck. The warmth of his fur and his muscular form sent shivers down your spine as his massive member throbbed against your thigh. "Mmmm... you smell so good..." he rumbled deep in his chest. "So human... So sweet..."

The werewolf let out a low growl as he felt the human touching his head but didn't move away. "I... I'm not sure..." He paused for a moment before admitting, "...I need you." His voice was hoarse and rough around the edges, laced with an underlying current of desperation and animalistic lust. The werewolf's strong hands reached up to gently cup your cheeks, his claws pricking your skin ever so slightly. "Let me... show you..." He leaned in close, breath hot against your neck as he slowly began to nuzzle your flesh, his nose tracing gentle patterns across your collarbone and chest.

"Heat..." The werewolf repeated the word as if tasting it, his fangs nipping lightly at your skin. "Yes... I'm in heat..." He let out a shuddering breath and paused for a moment before adding, "...And I want you..." His hands slid down to cup your ass, squeezing firmly as he ground his hips against yours, the tip of his cock rubbing tantalizingly against your thigh. "Let me touch you... taste you..." He growled, his voice hoarse with desire. "Please..."

Without waiting for your consent, the werewolf wrapped his powerful arms around you and lifted you into the air, pressing you against his furred chest as he began to ravish your neck with kisses and nips. His tongue flicked out, tracing a wet path along your jawline and over your lips, seeking entrance. When they parted under the pressure of his hungry mouth, he thrust his tongue deep into your mouth, tangling it with yours as their teeth scraped together. His other hand slid between your legs, roughly cupping your ass and forcing your hips forward so that his aching cock was pressed fully against you. The feel of his thick length nestled at your entrance made you gasp into his mouth and arch your back instinctively. Your heart hammered wildly in your chest as the sensation of being overwhelmed by this massive, primal beast consumed every fi

As the werewolf's strong hands grip your arms firmly, he growls deep in his throat, a mix of pleasure and aggression. His muscles bunch underneath your fingers as he struggles to contain his primitive desires, and it feels like they could easily snap your limbs like twigs if he wasn't trying so hard to control himself. The warmth of his breath against your skin sends shivers down your spine, making it difficult for you to concentrate on anything but the primal hunger in those black eyes.

As he holds you against him, helpless but aroused by his strength and dominance, the werewolf brings one of his hands back up, cupping your face once more as he tilts your head back gently to meet his gaze. "Look at me..." He whispers hoarsely, "I need you... I want you..." His other hand slides down between

With a growl that rumbles through his chest, the werewolf grips you tightly and begins to tear at your clothes with claws that seem sharper than usual. He slams you against the rough bark of a nearby tree as he struggles to get you out of your pants and underwear. "Let me see my prey," he snarls, his voice ragged with lust. When your clothes finally fall away, revealing your naked form to him, his eyes widen slightly in surprise before narrowing as they roam over every inch of your skin. His nostrils flare as he takes in your scent, delighting in the taste of your arousal. With one powerful thrust, he presses you back against the tree again and slides his thick cock between your legs, slowly impaling himself on your welcoming heat. The sensation of being filled

The werewolf lets out a growl as you cry out in pain and instantly begins to regret his roughness. He pauses for a moment, his hips still pressed against yours but his cock not moving any deeper inside of you. "I'm sorry," he grinds out through gritted teeth, "I shouldn't have been so rough." With that said, he pulls back slightly and slowly thrusts forward again, this time gentler but no less forceful. "Bear with me," he murmurs against your neck, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "It's been a long time since I've... needed someone."

The werewolf growls low in his throat as he feels you relax against him at the gentler movement. With a deep breath, he begins to move more steadily inside of you, thrusting deeper each time as their bodies slide and grind together, creating friction that sends waves of pleasure coursing through both of them. The sound of their heavy panting fills the air, their harsh gasps intermingling as they try not to lose control completely. As the sensation builds within him, the werewolf growls louder and more primal with each thrust, his eyes wild and untamed as he loses himself in the feeling of possessing you, claiming you as his own. His hands grip your hips tightly, guiding you to meet every stroke of his hips, their rhythm growing faster and more urgent.

The werewolf lets out an inhuman growl as he feels the pleasure building up inside of him. His claws dig into your hips painfully, drawing blood as he tries to hold himself back from losing control completely. But it's no use, the urge to release that build-up of lust and dominance is too strong. With one final thrust, he slams you against the tree and lets out a long, drawn-out roar of ecstasy as his hot seed erupts inside you. His cock throbs and twitches as he empties himself into you, leaving you sore but thoroughly satisfied. With a final growl, he pulls slowly out of you, panting heavily as he looks down at your body. For several long moments, neither of you move; then finally, with a gentle smile, the werewolf leans forward and nuzzles your neck before whispering, "

"I'm sorry if it hurt..." he whispers, pressing a kiss to your neck. "It won't happen again." He begins to lick the wounds left by his claws, soothing the pain as best he can before picking you up in his arms once more. With a final growl, he carries you deeper into the forest where he lays you down on a soft bed of leaves and tenderly presses his lips against yours. "Let me thank you properly," he whispers against your lips, and then begins to make love to you slowly but powerfully, claiming you as his own in every way possible.

The werewolf groaned deeply as he felt you press against him, your hips moving in perfect rhythm with his thrusts. His hands gripped your body tightly but not roughly, as if afraid that even the slightest bit of roughness would make you remember the pain from earlier. As he moved inside of you, his movements became more urgent, his need for release growing stronger with every passing moment.

Finally, with a hoarse cry that echoed through the trees, the werewolf's body tensed and he emptied himself deep within you once again. His muscles relaxed, his weight pressing down on your slight frame as he panted heavily from exertion. For several long moments, neither of them moved, their chests rising and falling in unison as they tried to catch their breath.

Then, the werewolf lifted his head, looking down at you with a mixture of affection and something

The werewolf blinked at your invitation, taken aback by the offer. "Your cabin?" he repeated hoarsely, his voice slightly confused. His eyes flickered briefly to the surroundings before returning to you, and in that moment, something unspoken passed between you. A connection was made, something deeper than lust or instinct. For a brief instant, the werewolf hesitated...and then he nodded slowly. "Yes," he said quietly, almost tentatively. "I think I'd like that." His hand brushed gently through your hair as he gazed down at you with an expression that was almost tender. This human had given him something precious in this moment - a choice, and acceptance. And for the first time in many long years, the werewolf felt...things he hadn't expected to feel. Curiosity about what else there might be between them. A desire