Rough Sex with My Daddy's Werewolf Friend by Jillian Cumming
(Taboo Monster Breeding Erotica)

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Synopsis

Sophie realizes just how much her father's best friend, Ethan, turns her on when he takes her out for a camping trip. She tries to fight against these feelings, but her carnal urges are almost too much. She needs to know if he feels the same way. When he turns into a werewolf as the moon rises, Ethan gives into his own animalistic urges. Will she survive his craving for her warm, young flesh?

Warning: this 3358 word story contains explicit and forbidden rough werewolf sex between a man-turned-monster and his best friend's daughter, blood, lots of torn clothes, a huge monster cock, and an internal cumshot. For mature readers only.

Note: this is an alternate version of the story "Rough Sex with My Werewolf Daddy" with the family element removed. All characters are 18 or older, and of no relation.

Excerpt:

“Ethan?” I said. It wasn’t him anymore, though. It was some kind of werewolf, and his eyes fixed on my soft flesh with a hunger that made my knees tremble.

I turned to run away into the woods, to see if there were other campers. But it was too late. He leapt, slamming me down to the ground with his enormous bulk. A shock of panic ripped through me as all the air left my body.

He lifted himself off me after grabbing the back of my neck in a tight grip, and I pulled in a grateful lungful of air.

Then he picked me up by the neck and slammed me down hard enough to knock that from me, too.

“Ethan! Stop!” I cried as he lifted me up a few feet, ready to smash me down again.

Miraculously, he simply dropped me down. I turned over onto my back. His hulking shoulders lifted and fell with his breaths, which misted the air. His lips were pulled back in a snarl. Is this really the Ethan I know? I thought.

That’s when I saw his cock, thick and heavy, hanging between his legs. His pants had torn off, too. There was no convenient strip of cloth left like in the movies. Despite my terror, my wetness from earlier returned.

I wondered why he wasn’t killing me. When I looked down and saw the torn shreds of my shirt, I knew. My cleavage was completely exposed. He started getting hard, the monster between his legs slowly straightening from his body.

I do make him hard! was all I could think.

Shifting, I went onto my knees in front of him. With a snarl, he lashed out with the back of one massive, clawed hand, catching my shoulder. I fell to the ground, that whole side of my body numb.

With my good hand, I reached behind my back and undid my bra. I pulled that, along with the remains of my shirt, from my body. When I went back onto my knees, my firm tits and their hard nipples displayed, he didn’t hit me again. Instead, his cock finished hardening. I looked at the bulging veins around the shaft, the drop of clear precum already trembling at the tip, and I felt the heat of want in my pussy get hotter.
 

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Published February 24, 2013 13 pages
Genres: Erotica.

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