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 looked at the hand in front of him, growling still but less aggressive now, as if he wasn't sure what to make of it. Then, after a few moments, he slowly reached out with one paw and placed his huge clawed hand over yours before carefully removing it and exposing you, still hiding behind the tree.

He sniffed again and licked his lips hungrily, making no move to approach or attack but also not showing any signs of retreating either. His eyes locked onto yours, full of confusion, desire and dominance. The question was clear; what do you want him to do?

The werewolf didn't react immediately to your approach; he merely lowered his head a bit and tensed up as he watched you carefully, growling deep in his throat. Then, after taking a few steps closer himself so that you are just inches away from each other, he let out another low rumbling sound before finally speaking.

"You... smell good," he said simply, the words somewhat difficult to understand through his dog-like voice but still carrying with them an undeniable air of lust and possession. His eyes bore into yours once more as he paused for a moment before adding, "But you are mine."

The werewolf growled and stepped closer still, looming over you despite his obviously much smaller size compared to humans; the dominance and raw power radiating off of him was unmistakable. "I mean that," he practically snarled, "you belong to me." He then lunged forward and wrapped both of his clawed arms around your waist, pulling you roughly against his chest. His hot breath tickled the skin at your neck as his lips parted in preparation for the bite they so desperately wanted to claim. "I've watched you for months," he growled into your ear, "and now that I'm in heat... I need you."

The werewolf's hold on you tightened slightly as he realized that his words hadn't gotten through to you. "Heat," he snapped, trying to enunciate the word more clearly while his tongue flicked out over his teeth, "means I need you." He moved his hands downwards, grasping your ass roughly and squeezing tightly. "I need you to mate with me." His hot breath teased the skin of your neck as he snarled in frustration and lust, wishing that he could just take what he wanted right now but knowing that there was still a certain protocol to follow... for now.

"Fight back if you want," he growled, his eyes boring into yours as he waited for some sort of reaction from you. "Or... surrender." The last word came out almost as a moan, thick with desire and the animalistic need to claim you

The werewolf pulled back slightly, looking at you incredulously. "Why...? Because you're here," he growled. "You smell good and I need to mate." His eyes narrowed as his patience began to wear thin. "Now fight back or surrender. Make your choice, human."

The animal inside him was beginning to claw its way to the surface, urging him to just take what he wanted by force if necessary. But for now, he remained still, watching and waiting, ready to react to whatever decision you made next.

The werewolf chuckled darkly before leaning in close to your ear again. "Then I'll make you submit," he growled huskily, his hot breath tickling your neck. "I'm the dominant one here and I won't back down until you acknowledge that." His voice dropped even lower as he continued, "And when I'm done with you... we'll mate. Whether you like it or not."

His clawed hands tightened on your ass once more, warning you what would happen if you didn't obey his commands and submit to him now.

The werewolf growled and roughly thrust his hips forward, grinding his aroused cock against your ass through your clothes. "Call me master," he snarled in your ear before digging his claws into your skin with enough force to draw blood. "Say it!" His other hand clenched into a fist and slammed into your abdomen, doubling you over from the pain. You gasped for air as he leaned close once more, his hot breath ghosting across your cheek. "Tell me..." he growled, "or I'll make you regret it."

The werewolf let out an animalistic growl at your defiance before his other hand wrapped around the back of your head and forced your face hard into his crotch, grinding your nose against the bulging fabric covering his cock as he thrust his hips roughly. His clawed fingers dug painfully into your scalp as he held you in place, breathing heavily through his mouth as lust coursed through him, making it difficult to think clearly.

He growled lowly, his body trembling with the effort of holding back the more primal urges that threatened to take over completely and force him to simply fuck you senseless right here, right now. "Call me master," he snarled roughly into your ear before slamming his hips forward once more.

His other hand clenched into a fist again, ready to strike at any sign of further defiance or weakness. His eyes narrow

The werewolf growled low in his throat as you struggled to breathe his musky scent and the warmth of his crotch, your body trembling against him with fear and arousal. He let out another rough thrust, hips snapping forward to meet your back with a sharp impact. His claws bit painfully into your scalp as he held you there helplessly, relishing the power he had over you.

"Say it!" he snarled, his voice harsh and demanding. "Call me master!" Another thrust, harder this time as he forced his erection deeper against your face. "Do it or I swear I'll make you beg for mercy."

His other hand curled into a fist once more, hovering dangerously close to your body, ready to strike at any sign of resistance or disobedience. His eyes locked onto yours,