The thick white werewolf cum was dripping down Casey's face and her chest. It was amazing how much the monster could unleash with every load. She didn't have a mirror handy, being deep inside the abandoned mine, but she could tell her entire face was marked by the werewolf. Heavy white strands of spunk crisscrossed over her beautiful face, and more was dripping down her nose and chin onto her breasts.
The monster had already laid claim to those when he had titfucked her. Her heavy busty breasts were bathed in his seed, with only her nipples poking out against the white sheet covering them. Casey's tongue darted out, and she licked a few stray drops of his load from her lips, shivering at the taste. She had already climaxed when he had cum down her throat, but just the taste of him was enough for her to become fully aroused.
Casey was still on her knees from sucking him off, and she slowly rose onto her feet, a permanent smile on her lips. So far, this had been everything she could have hoped for. The werewolf's cum tasted so much better than Grant's; the two of them weren't even really comparable. While Grant's had tasted good, and she would happily swallow it again, the werewolf's seed was like some gourmet dessert. She couldn't get enough of it.
She didn't hear Grant approaching, thankfully. The werewolf hadn't exactly been quiet as she had sucked his cock, so they had been lucky so far. The monster's bright red knotted cock was still as hard as ever, despite cumming twice in the last ten minutes and once earlier in the night. Casey's heart was racing with the possibilities. She was still a virgin, and she intended for this monster to take that tonight.
Her hand wrapped around the ribbed cock, and she stroked him as she looked up at him. His cock was slick with his own cum and her spit. "I want you to fuck me," Casey said. "I want you to take me, mate with me, please." More than anything in her life, Casey wanted this wonderful inhuman cock buried inside of her, claiming her virginity.
The werewolf still didn't understand her, but he wasn't going to turn down more sex, it seemed. Casey doubted the monster encountered many women who were as willing and enthusiastic as she was. And even if he did, they certainly didn't have her body. The werewolf took her touch as an invitation to feel up her curves. His clawed hands moved up along her thighs, squeezing and groping her ass through the tight leather pants and then finally back up to her breasts.
Casey took the opportunity to move her hands from his cock and down to her pants. It usually took her a while to manage to get into them; the leather was practically painted on her body. As she wiggled her hips and started working them slowly off of her, her monstrous lover grew impatient. His claws caught the top of her pants, and he raked his claws along them, shredding the leather into rags. Casey was left standing in just her thong and her boots in an instant. That might have been for the best; who knew how long it would have taken for her to have gotten out of them. Now she was this much closer to being claimed.
