This entire night, I had resisted whenever a werewolf had tried to knot my face, pulling away or turning to prevent a lock in my mouth. Judging by his size, he had to be the Alpha of the pack, and he was sporting an equally impressive dick. When he was in my ass, it was much easier to dent the pleasure I was feeling, given it was purely psychological, but when he crammed it into that quivering mess, it was quickly brought to the forefront. And still we pulled ourselves together, until it finally squeezed itself enough to be forced into me. All the while, I stared at the entrance to the cave as daylight grew brighter and brighter. Right, I thought to myself, just one last load before I run, and begun picking up the pace. Tears formed in my eyes as I felt my jaw creaking and groaning as it was pried farther apart. The pleasure was secondary, I kept telling myself, I just needed to make sure there was no round 3.
