Raising myself up until about a third of his dick remained inside me, I brought myself down with as much force as I could reasonably bring, and thankfully the knot slipped in without too much problems. Tears formed in my eyes as I felt my jaw creaking and groaning as it was pried farther apart. Suddenly, the sun rose outside, and the cave began filling with soft light. The pleasure was secondary, I kept telling myself, I just needed to make sure there was no round 3. Finally though, enough had been drained that I was staring down the last werewolf. Instead of growing his knot outside, he crammed himself down my throat before his knot had begun to grow into its full size, and held it there, forcing my jaw to stretch out to accommodate this obscene intruder.
