It was the biggest cock I’d ever seen, probably even large for a weredog. It was absolutely huge, nine inches long and obscenely wide not even counting the large knot near the base. Red and covered with veins, it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen! Looking at it, I knew the knot would expand inside me, locking him in until I could make him cum. I couldn't wait to try.
Jen is a happy girl living in a bad neighborhood. After a close call in a dark alley, she's adopted a huge Rottweiler to protect her, but all is not as it seems. Drake is a WereDog, and he plans on making Jen into his personal bitch. There's only one problem, another Alpha Dog stands in the way.
Warning: This 12,600 word weredog sex story is a thrilling erotic fantasy and includes unbelievably hot weredog/human oral sex, big weredog knotted cock, pussy-licking/fellatio/peanut butter/weredog tongue, weredog/f sex, alpha battles, and lots of weredog cum. Extreme Taboo! 18+ adults only!
A little taste:
My mouth was always getting me into trouble. That's a fact in the kitchen and a fact in the bedroom. It was certainly a fact when I met Drake. On this particular night though, it was my mouth’s desire for peanut butter that was going to cause me trouble! I scooped another finger-full from the jar, trying desperately to put out of my mind the man who I could only know a few short days every month. It was bad, I’d gone almost two weeks without his arms so much as holding me. My tongue lashed out, circling my finger and sliding the tasty treat across my tongue. Peanut butter always did make me happier. My hand dropped down to my side as I let the creamy goodness roll in my mouth, and then I felt it.
The sensation rolled across my fingers, slow and undulating, the long flat tongue lapping wet against my hand. It was slow and deliberate, cleaning my fingers and yet, doing it in a way that was too good to describe. The tongue wrapped between each finger in turn, making sure to clean them thoroughly, even taking my index finger into the warm mouth, careful not to touch it with teeth as it lapped away. I looked down and smiled. Drake was sitting there wagging his stub of a tail. He’d always been such a loyal and protective Rottweiler, and now as he lapped at my hand, my body crying out for the attention of a man, I realized what I could do… I looked at the peanut butter jar mischievously, scooped out another small amount, and let my hand dip down under the covers, to my secret folds between my legs.
Drake, to his credit, practically leaped under the blanket, his little stub of a tail wagging like crazy.