Trick or Treat - Pt. 02

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Hey all, first and foremost, let me acknowledge the comments that were made on the last story and tell you how much they were appreciated. I will be taking that in mind for the next stories I work on, though where we stand on this one leaves little room for improvement on those points made.

I do now recognize, based on those comments, that I can put a good deal more into these stories on Litoertica than I realized, and will be posting longer and more complete tales after this one. I recognize also that this didn't need to be split into multiple parts, so that will be kept in mind for the next ones.

That said, I just want to provide a content warning: The following story involves sexual acts and intercourse with a monstrous creature with beast-like features. If that's not your cup of tea, that's okay! There's plenty more to choose from on Literotica and there will be plenty more to enjoy in my future stories.

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"M-m-more?" Sarah asked, shocked.

Even through the haze of her addled mind, the command from the beast above her was surprising. The thing had just torn her chair in half and left her sprawled on her back covered in what felt like a gallon of its seed. The mess was legendary as far as any escapade she had ever imagined or heard of, though, to its credit, those all had involved humans up til now. The werewolf seemed to be another matter entirely.

What more could he want?

It growled above her, snorting as it leaned closer to her drenched form. Pushing off of the broken remains of her chair, she started to slide backward, out from under it, only for the creature to put a single, two massive claws down behind her shoulders. It looked far more comfortable on four legs than on two.

"Whoa. Hold on now-" she started

"More," it commanded again.

Once again, the beast snorted demandingly. Expectantly. Just the slightest hint of the fangs in its huge maw showing at the edge of black lips.

"More?" she asked, more herself than the werewolf. The thought of doing more with this thing. Taking more of this monster. She was torn. The moments prior had been exciting and part of her just wanted to roll over and let him take her. But thinking about it. "More...?"

The growling deepened ever so slightly. It was enough to snap her out of her thoughts.

"Hey!" She said, pointing up at the creature's muzzle with more confidence than she truly felt, fueled partially by fear and partially by the thing's impatience. "Stop."

It did, though only the growling.

"You agreed you weren't going to hurt me or eat me." she continued her voice firm. "So stop with the intimidation shit. I know you can understand me, so stop acting like an...uhh... Stop acting like an animal."

The werewolf let out a barking chuckle at that. It pulled back slightly onto its haunches and Sarah couldn't help but join him with a relieved laugh of her own. She couldn't believe that had worked. Somehow that lesson with old Ms. McGillacuddy and her stubborn horse about standing ground when she was twelve was paying dividends right now.

"That's better," she said, sitting up and trying to take stock.

Her clothes were ruined, completely soaked in the werewolf's climax. The thick load clung to them and her body. Her chair was wet splinters. The hardwood floor of her house had equally taken a beating, having been scratched up from the destruction of the chair. No one had come to the sound of the ruckus and she still had the beast sitting, waiting on its haunches, less than five feet away with a dick that...

"Oh wow."

The beast's previously monstrous erection was already returning to its impressive full length. Even though it had only just unleashed a veritable flood of cum on her and all of her belongings in the immediate vicinity, it was already setting up for round 2. It stood up directly beneath the crouched beast, resting against the thick brown belly fur.

The sight of it relit the fire that had been briefly extinguished from the beast's demanding moments prior. Seeing it there, already engorging, created a fresh ache in her pelvis and a throbbing that matched her quickening heart.

The beast, seeming to note the extra attention Sarah was suddenly giving his returning excitement, moved ever so slightly. He leaned back more, setting up more upright, and widened his stance ever so slightly to give her a clear view. The tip of it was already beginning to leak slightly, a promise of far more to come.

Or, cum, she supposed.

"Ok," Sarah said, resigning herself slightly. "More."

The werewolf snorted, losing some of its intentional composure, and snapped up to look directly into her eyes. The expression was so laughably non-aggressive, so recognizable as a dog excited and attentive to something they like, that Sarah couldn't do anything BUT laugh at how non-threatening he looked.

She covered her mouth to try and control the onset of girlish giggles that were only worsened by the beast's inclination to cock its head and regard her at the sudden fit of laughter. The creature's eyebrows even knitted in apparent annoyance as she tried to recover and remind herself that this was an over seven-foot-tall monster of myth and not some overly excited labrador. He was less than impressed.

To his credit, he allowed about thirty seconds of unbroken laughter before he suddenly lunged forward, knocking Sarah flat on her back. Sarah screamed in surprise, though not out of pain. The impact hadn't hurt her, but she now found her arms trapped by a single, passive claw. The beast glowered down at her, regarding her. Judging her.

It was crazy, but she felt like she understood what this thing was. How it was. It was as if you took a horny human and, through the work of some terrible and forbidding alchemical process, combined it with the faithful family pet. He looked vicious and was happy to use it to intimidate and get his way, but he could have torn her apart a dozen different ways just to discover her. If he wanted her dead, she would be.

He was harmless. A bit of a big dumb puppy, but she'd known men like that. Hell, Ameer was like that when he wasn't working.

No, he didn't want her dead. He wanted her and that excited the living hell out of her.

RRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!

He also apparently decided tearing her fucking clothes off was the right thing to do, so maybe she misjudged the "harmless part".

"What the f-" she started to yell as her hands held in one claw, the creature used its free one to tear straight down the middle of her cum soaked shirt. The single swipe tore plainly through the fabric and left her belly and cleavage on full display.

The creature responded with a threatening growl. The deepest one she'd heard all night. Its fangs were bared and she could feel the hot heat of the beast's breath. The display drained away almost all the confidence she'd had moments prior as those intelligent eyes glared into hers with a fervor few things she'd seen could match.

She flinched.

And it stopped.

The growl cut off as, instinctually, Sarah pulled back away from the threatening display. The fangs in its maw were immediately replaced by closed lips. Those menacing eyes by a reproachful glance. He looked surprised as if he had just caught what he was doing and realized how awful it was.

Sarah looked back at him, the shock of the sudden display freezing her in place. Just as she had been starting to feel comfortable with this intruder, this creature in her house...

The werewolf leaned forward and gently licked her cheek before pulling back and once again sitting on its haunches.

"Sorry," it said in that deep, grave voice.

It took a few more moments for Sarah to get a grip on herself again. She had to just sit there and focus purely on her breathing so she wouldn't hyperventilate. Okay, maybe she shouldn't think of a werewolf as fucking harmless, but at least it still seemed to have the presence of mind to not completely tear into her. She would take those little wins.

She looked at the beast as it waited for a response, but nothing that she could think of seemed adequate. So, instead, she just said. "It's okay. Just... It seems like you properly understand some things here. Despite..." she motioned at the monster sitting in front of her. "...how you look. You think like a person, yea?"

The beast, for the second time this evening, seemed to focus less on her. It closed its eyes and stretched its neck and its shoulders. At this moment, it seemed far more recognizable than the first time she'd seen it.

It was like it was fighting a part of itself. Something in its head. Trying to regain its focus.

A moment later, the thing's one-word, ominous response seemed to sum up her conclusion quite well.

"Mostly."

"Well then don't do that shit. I'm having enough trouble as it is coming to terms with a horny werewolf breaking into my house. The least you can do is not be a punk."

It snorted a laugh before speaking.

"Will. Try," it growled out. "But. Harder. When..."

Rather than try to finish speaking, it looked down at its belly and the length that waited there, now fully erect and just as tremendous as the first time she'd seen it. Hell, she half wondered if it was a little bigger.

Sarah had to think about what she knew about werewolves. It wasn't like she was an expert, but she'd seen enough movies and read enough random Wikipedia articles that she figured she understood. There was a person in there, but there was also the beast. So the less "hungry" the beast was, maybe the more the person was in control. Not to mention, she remembered old stories of werewolves were supposedly more sexual than violent, so maybe there was some truth to legends.

She glanced down at the shredded shirt and, shrugging herself out of the wet rags, left it on the floor behind her. She stood in just her leggings and bra and smiled as, once again, the creature looked at her with unabated excitement.

"I get it. Just... Just don't do that again, okay?"

"Okay," it said, slightly dipping its nose as if in shame.

"Good."

Sarah could feel the throbbing in her slowly returning as she realized what she was going to do next. She knew what was coming next. She didn't know if it would WORK, but she knew what she wanted to it. She had taken big toys before, but she didn't know how they matched up to the beast in front of her. It might not fit, but she wanted to try.

She reached back and undid her bra, tossing it to land on the pile of rubbish that was now her easy chair. She then settled back onto her couch, the one remaining piece of upholstery in her living room. The question of whether she'd have to replace THAT as well after all was done popped into her mind, but she decided not to dwell on it.

"Come here," she said, beckoning him with a single finger to come over to her, before quickly adding. "Calmly."

The massive creature did as it was told, getting up off its haunches with, what appeared to be, a great deal of effort. It seemed like it truly was fighting itself to move slowly and not just tackle her. But the obvious restraint helped Sarah feel better.

"Good boy." Sarah continued as the creature reached her, looming face to face with her despite her sitting down and it on all fours. "Now help me out of these wet things. Gently."

Once again, the werewolf did as it was told. It seemed awkward for the creature's large claws, but she helped pull the edges of her leggings out so it could hook them and pull them off. They came away wet and sticky and not just for the mess he had made earlier. Strands of her excitement came away, adding her own, familiar scent to the beast's heavy aroma.

The combination made her shiver uncontrollably, her breath hitching in her chest.

A moment later though, she was shivering for a whole new reason. The beast, having managed to gently pull the wet garment off, suddenly shoved his nose forward. His long tongue shot out, lapping against, and inside, her throbbing sex. The rough, wet tongue easily pushed its way past her lips and drew her nectar back into his mouth.

"Oh! Oh my god!" she shouted, both in surprise and in pleasure.

The creature's tongue felt good in ways she hadn't imagined. It was so much longer than any human lover she'd been with, male or female. It was so much wider and it could push so much deeper. Fill her so much but with such a unique sensation.

Her hands shot down unconsciously, taking hold of the fur on the back of its neck. It growled in approval and shoved its snouted maw harder against her. The furred muzzle pushed up against the hardened nub of her clitoris and its tongue dove deeper, licking out every drop of her excitement.

"Oh please! Plea- Ahh!" she tried to ask it something. To say SOMETHING. But the words and the thoughts fell out of her head with each intrusion of the beast's tongue. It felt so amazing inside, having him fill her with even just his long tongue, she couldn't think.

Each time it dove forward, it pushed its tongue as deep into her depths as he could reach. It was almost as deep as some men she'd been with. Then it would draw its way back while she ground down against the muzzle that was so warmly and firmly against her button. She gasped and moaned, holding onto the fur of his neck.

She'll give him this. Sarah would not have ever expected oral from a werewolf.

Sarah began to speed up, pushing down and against the creature's snout. He rewarded her by speeding up his ministrations. His tongue delved deep and ground gently along every sensitive nerve of her insides and the warm fur tickled and tortured her overly excited clit. Her head swam as she was beginning to hyperventiate from the attention, but luckily she wasn't forced to for very long.

A bomb went off in her mind as the building pressure in her pelvis suddenly clamped down hard on the creature's tongue. Her muscles rippled and spasmed, locking her hands and legs around the beast's head and only inviting him to enjoy the ride. She gushed, filling his mouth and covering his tongue in her honey, which he enjoyed readily.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Jesus... FUCK!" Sarah screamed, holding on for dear life as her climax racked her body and whited out her mind.

They could both feel the contractions of her orgasm. She through the crashing waves of her nerves on fire. Him through the squeezing of his tongue within her folds. And it was only as they slowed to a gentle throbbing again did she released her headlock off the creature.

Sarah fell back onto her couch gasping for air, her entire body now covered in a thin sheen of sweat. The remnants of her climax flowed freely between her legs, creating a puddle at the edge of the couch where he legs hung off and almost assuredly staining the cheap upholstery.

"That was- OH MY GOD!"

Whatever Sarah was about to say was lost to her shock. Without warning, the beast was up off the ground and on top of her. Her poor nethers, which were still sensitive and recovering, were suddenly filled with more than she'd ever felt in her life. It filled every nook, every cranny inside, and left no room for anything else. The creature, a claw on either side of her on the couch, glowered down at her and let loose a satisfied growl.

Sarah groaned in her response, trying desperately to process what had just happened. Her hands shot up to take hold of the beast's chest fur as he felt it thrust hard against and into her.

She had never felt so full but, thankfully, it seemed she was also excited enough to handle something like him. If she hadn't been...

Sarah didn't want to think about that.

Looking down at where they were joined, she could see his massive length sliding into her, disappearing beneath her mons and reappearing as a gentle bulge in her pelvis. Then he would draw out more of the way, leaving the thick head just inside and leaving her feeling hollow but for that. And then he'd drive back in again.

Watching, feeling it intrude on her deepest depths, Sarah realized after several thrusts that she wasn't truly taking everything it had to offer. The beast continued to leave several inches out and that thought made her pause. She doubted that her frail human body was putting up resistance enough to stop it. Was the werewolf controlling itself enough not to hurt her?

If it was, she couldn't readily tell.

Above her, its muzzle was pulled back into a determined grimace, its eyes closed in what appeared to be pleasure. He drove into her hard, again and again. Filling her. Its claws dug into the couch on either side of her head, threatening to add it to the dump pile tomorrow as well, but Sarah couldn't care.

"Oh fuck! Yes!" she shouted, her fingers digging into the fur of the beast's choice.

While it didn't speak, it growled deeply, rewarding her with a particularly hard thrust that drove her back further onto the couch. Her legs shot up for the second time, this time attempting to wrap around the beast's waist. She couldn't quite do it, both with the extra space it left between them and due to the creature's size.

It pounded into her, again and again. Her mind was a flood of both pain and pleasure. Despite her excitement, he was just too large for her to truly handle, but provided he wasn't completely pounding her into the couch, it felt amazing. Several times it became clear that the beast, more than the person, was in control, and that was when she just had to hold on and ride it out.

Her insides were taking a beating and she knew that she'd probably not be able to walk tomorrow, but now, here, she could never stop it. Didn't want to stop it. The feeling of it filling her so completely, powerful and ferocious. Wanting nothing more than to take her. To make her his wholly and completely.

She could feel his hips quivering beneath her ankles as she tried to pull him deeper, to leg lock around his girth. He began to pant heavily, the growling turning higher, almost to a whimper. The werewolf thrust into her harder and harder, making her wince but also fueling her oncoming climax. Each hit thrust her further back along the couch, forcing it to follow after her until finally, she grabbed both her hands in one claw, her hips in another, and held her down to finish his job.

The beast held her hips up at an angle towards him as he thrust hard down into her. Every hit, she began to feel wetter. Hotter. Fuller. It only occurred what was about to happen after another half dozen times, when she felt the beast's chest flex beneath her fingers and, leaning forward, its head turned towards the sky.

A powerful, bestial howl filled the room as, at once, she felt his scalding seed filling her. The windows rattled at the sound and she almost felt burnt by the beast's hot cum. It shot past her cervix, drowning her womb in its essence, before spraying out across the beast's length, running a river past her ass, and pooling on her couch.

And that was just the first jet.

The howl once again gave way to a whimper as it thrust, again and again, powerful jets of its seed filled her. It felt endless. And it was too much. Assaulted by the beast's molten cum inside, her orgasm ripped through her body. Her legs and arms locked, causing him to go even deeper as he continued to pulse jet after jet.

Her mind melted while her muscles spasmed. Her depths sucked and milked the cum from the werewolf, drawing as much of the thick, burning load into her womb as it could take. She felt fuller than she imagined was possible and the feel of him leaking out was too much.

They sat, connected like that, for several minutes. Each panting and gasping, trying to be the first to regain control of their mind. Her exceeding sensitive sex continued to squeeze and milk his thick cock, which remained rigid and ready inside her depths, taunting both of them with the promise of more.