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again.
    “ Who…?”
    The
word ended in abruptly, the question forever cut off. The wolf
snatched her away from the wall and tossed her to the floor easily.
Her knees hit hard stone and she shrieked with fresh pain. Her body
jackknifed as she tried to raise herself up on her knees and her hips
were snatched up high, her legs rudely thrust apart.
    The
sound of the wind was very loud. Her kneecaps scraped and her palms
ached from being scraped along the small pebbles on the floor. She
could smell the werewolf’s scent: a high musky scent that she
knew came from his being aroused.
    Hardness
probed at her opening. She struggled, fighting against the sensation
of it. Heated and thick, it pressed insistently against her soaked
folds and she beat her fists into the floor, first in anger then in
ecstasy as he took her over, driving fully into her.
    He
locked into place. She felt it. The already enormous cock grew in
size and then simply locked down; he simply could not withdraw fully
from her without ripping her apart. Her own hips pumped in rhythm to
the werewolf’s thrusts and her own fluids leaked from her. The
wolf’s breath tickled her ears, his teeth grazed her neck: tiny
little bites that made her scream in both fear and lust.
    The
beast howled and the moonlight faltered on the stones. For one brief
moment the paws holding her became hands and she stared at them as
they circled her, tweaked her nipples almost playfully before
transforming once more into hairy paws tipped with razor-sharp claws.
    Reality
faded in and out with each heavy and hard thrust. The wolf’s
member grew thicker and pain began to filter in through the pleasure.
The rigid cock slid along her swollen pussy, and then out just a few
inches. Friction and heat combined to force a tremendous orgasm from
her. The hot liquid made the wolf shudder and howl again then a flood
of steaming white seed spurted from his cock.
    They
unknotted. Layla would have fallen to the floor if he had not held
her up. Cries came from her throat and lips and a shaggy paw stroked
along the column of her spine. The moon died out and she felt the
beast changing, turning human. She tried to turn over but strong arms
held her face down, refusing to allow her to see who had fucked her
so well and hard.
    Her
own hot come trickled down her thigh, staining the streams of his
semen that ran from her aching slit. The world spun and she managed
to get a plea out before the moonlight came back and the beast
returned. Layla slid into a dark and merciful sleep, her mind simply
unable to handle any more.

    ***
    Lucas
stood over her, his lean body naked and the sun filtering through his
black hair. His green eyes were half-closed and his strong white
upper teeth deeply imbedded into his full bottom lip.
    Layla
smiled, knowing that she was the author of his pleasure. Her hands
slid around his hard cock and her head bent to it as well. She
flicked her tongue along the taut helmet, enjoying the taste of the
tiny drop of pre-come that spilled forth from the narrow hole there.
    Opening
her mouth wider she slid it down the length of his manhood. Lucas
groaned, his fingers tangling into her hair as she sucked her mouth
closed, applying pressure with both her lips and fingers: squeezing
and suckling him lovingly.
    Her
free hand came up, cradling the heavy sac of his balls in her palm.
Lucas began to pump his hips and she worked harder. His fingernails
left tiny tingling trails along her scalp, making her gasp in painful
pleasure.
    A
hard knocking yanked Layla from a heavy sleep. She opened her eyes
and the room spun. Her head ached and when she blinked several times
it was to see her own bedroom ceiling staring blindly down at her.
    The
knocking continued and she staggered out of bed. She was still in the
dress she had worn the night before but barefoot. The dress was torn
and stained and there were long scratches and scrapes on her knees.
The memories of the night before surfaced and she stared at the