Courts and Cabals G. D'Moore (classic reads .TXT) 📖

He was on his feet before she finished asking, with his dick pointed straight at her like a heat-seeking missile. She ran to the kitchen, vaulting the granite island with feline grace, and came back with a large bag. Inside were industrial strength condoms made for giant shifter dicks.

Magnum’s biggest model wouldn’t come close to containing Vernon’s length or girth, but there was more to it than that. Otherworldly thick, and ten inches long, might make a six-foot-tall human hung like a porn god, but on an eight-foot werewolf, it was almost average to look at. However, things didn’t end there. Vernon’s triangular tip wasn’t the end of his rod, and there needed to be a condom on the market that contained a shifter’s extra growth and could hold up to the abnormally rough fucking that occurred in these forms.

Becky had clearly planned for this night for a while, since the shifter population in her county was nearly zilch. She grabbed one of the condoms and undid the wrapper. She gripped Vernon’s cock in the other hand and started to jerk him off. She ran her tongue down his length and then returned to his tip.

“I need it all, big boy,” she purred, and then started to tease the tip with her tongue. The teasing did the trick.

His triangular tip split and expanded. Sensitive pink skin slowly edged forward, until another five inches was exposed. It was about the standard thickness of a normal human penis. She gave the newly exposed flesh and experimental lick, and he groaned, barely able to keep his feet.

“The legendary red rocket,” she marveled at it as she fit the condom carefully over it. Without stimulation, it was like a sword going back in its sheath.

With the super condom attached, she stood up, but made sure to grind her body against his in the process. With her breasts in his face, she nibbled at his ears. He whimpered at the very animal sensations flooding his human brain. His tongue darted out to lick her nipples and she purred appreciatively.

Then, suddenly, she grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and yanked his head back. “Catch me if you can,” she bolted.

It might have been a surprise to another man, but he knew Becky Wood. She wanted the thrill of the chase. She wanted to fuck with him before he fucked her. Too bad he was ready for it.

She was clearly faster, but he caught her ankle as she tried to jump away. She let out a snarl and swiped back at him. Her paw hit him in the face, partially-extended claws cutting into his flesh. The quartet of lacerations knit back together instantaneously, but the force of the blow made him see stars for a moment. She succeeded in loosening his grip, but not breaking it. He wanted that ass too fucking bad to let go over a single punch. He smashed her into the ground, where she tried to scramble away.

She was crafty, kicking and roaring as she tried to break free of his iron grip; but inch by inch, he pulled her toward him. She continued to struggle, even to the point her tail smacked him back and forth across the face. Eventually, he got his knees between her legs, and pinned her hips with his massive paws. Knowing she was caught, she finally relaxed. With a grunt, he muscled her legs open to get a look at the pink flesh between them. As a sign of submission, she raised her ass up to meet his dick. Red rocket fully extended, he slowly pushed inside her.

She groaned as the thinner portion slid in. It had a slight slope to it, and she gasped as it dragged along the top of her vaginal wall. Then came the first challenge. The triangular tip the red rocket emerged from had expanded during its release. It created a thick bulge in the middle of his dick. His slow entry came to a grinding halt. Slowly he put more and more pressure into it. She growled, a clear mix of pleasure and pain until there was an audible pop.

“Oh gods,” she threw back her head as her first orgasm hit her . . . hard. Her legs shook beneath him and her breath came out in hurried pants. He waited for her walls to finish contracting against him. If not for the thick condom dulling the sensation against his tender rocket, he would have already cum.

He moved his grip from her hips to her ass, dug his claws into her, and continued to push forward until he was fully inside her. She didn’t protest; quite the opposite, as she groaned in satisfaction as he started to thrust into her. The intensity slowly grew, until he was pounding her ass into the floor so hard, he thought they were going to destroy the foundation.

The wolf took over, and she didn’t complain. She couldn’t do much of anything the way he had her. She turned her head to look at him, her tongue lolled out of her mouth, and her eyelids half closed to show her eyes rolled back into her head. He nipped the back of her neck as a sign of dominance.

He felt the end coming. Despite his increased size and massive cock, the red rocket’s sensitivity made it so he couldn’t last long. It was five minutes tops, but judging by her incoherent cries, he’d made her cum a few times already. That would have to do. His balls tightened in anticipation, and she felt it.

“Do it,” she managed to get out. “Cum for me.”

Vernon howled loud enough to shake the house as he dumped his cum inside her. She roared in reply, her claws digging into the hardwood floor, as she continued to grind her furry ass against him