Willow squealed as Oz also ripped off her panties, carried her
off into the cage (his territory) and pressed her to the floor.
The smell of her womanhood excited him so much
that he throw himself over her in 69 style and slobbered her clit
and pussy with his rough tongue. Willow squirmed and pedalled
but Oz was far too strong. She sighed and decided that she could
as well enjoy her last minutes, closed her eyes, fantasized that it
would be Oz-the-human who licked her into submission, and spread
her legs wide. Soon her juices went flowing. "SLURP!" said Oz,
maybe meaning "Aperetif!"
And then Willow came. Her mouth opened wide for an orgasmic cry, but Oz had other plans and gagged her with his humongous monster cock.
Willow was very keen-minded. She wanted to say "OK, you let me live and I don't bite off things you may need later. Deal?" but a) it was impossible to reason with a werewolf and b) all she managed to get out was "MPPPF! MHHH!" anyway.
She tried sign language but of course 69 meant Oz looked somewhere else.
Finally, she managed to get his attention somehow. Oz withdrew his penis gag and asked "WAFF?" (What the fuck do you want?)
"OK, you let me live and I don't bite off...eh...damn."
"GROAWF!!" (Of course, bitch, you had enough foreplay and want to fuck now! Stupid me!)
Quickly, Oz changed position and impaled Willow on his boner.
She was completely filled, in depth and width. Then he began to
pump with mighty thrusts. Willow clasped her legs around him
to slow him down a bit. She felt another orgasm coming. Her
vagina walls gripped Oz' dick like a vice. He let out a triumphant
howl and squirted liters of werewolf cum into her. Seconds later,
he fell down on her, snoring.
Some things never change.
Willow lie exasperated under him when she felt something was swelling in her vagina. It grew bigger and bigger, stretching her to the limits. Suddenly she remembered that wolves belonged to the canine family and had their own way for not letting the bitch get away. Oz had tied the knot with her.
Tediously, she rolled on top of Oz. She tried to get up, but the dick was stuck in her like it had been superglued.
The pressure and the knot thobbing with the rhythm of his pulse was enough to excite her anew. And his fur kept tickling her clit. Willow had another orgasm.
And so the night went through, Willow tormented by orgasm after orgasm, being unable to get away, the monster knot having also a monster duration.
Until the morning came and the werewolf reverted to human form. It was a bit too late, though, because Willow and Oz already had some very, very embarassing explaining to do...