I thought about it for a moment, taking stock of my body and my emotions. I felt loose, relaxed in a way I hadn't in months. The constant tension in my shoulders was gone. My mind felt clearer.
"No," I said honestly. "I don't regret it at all."
"Good." He reached out, grasping my chin. “Would you like another?”
All I could do was nod. “Yes…please.”
“Good boy,” he grinned. He looked up at the men that had gathered to watch. “Ah you, werewolf. Would you like to fuck my human?”
My human. The words sent a thrill through me I didn’t expect.
“Hell yeah,” the werewolf replied.
Water sloshed behind me, but I didn’t bother to turn around and look. I was too focused on Raoul and his piercing gaze that had me enraptured. A thick cockhead came to rest against my cum-covered hole and I let out a low, desperate moan.
“Yes,” Raoul nodded. “Show him how much you need that cock.”
I pushed my hips back, feeling the werewolf's cock slide into my already stretched hole with ease. The slide was slick with Damien's cum, making the penetration smooth despite the werewolf's impressive size. He growled low in his throat as he bottomed out, his furry thighs pressed against the back of mine.
"Fuck, he's loose," the werewolf said appreciatively. "And messy. Just how I like them."
He didn't give me time to adjust, immediately setting a punishing pace that had me crying out. Where Damien had been methodical and controlled, the werewolf was wild, driven by instinct. His claws dug into my hips, probably leaving marks, as he pounded into me.
"That's it," Raoul encouraged, his voice like velvet. "Take it all. Let everyone see how well you serve."
I was beyond words, reduced to moans and gasps as the werewolf fucked me hard against the pool's edge. My cock was already hardening again, trapped between my body and the tile, getting friction with each brutal thrust.
Through my haze of pleasure, I became aware of more movement around us. The crowd of onlookers had grown, and I could hear the wet sounds of men touching themselves as they watched my debasement. The knowledge that I was their entertainment, their live porn show, should have humiliated me. Instead, it drove me higher.
"Look at them," Raoul murmured, turning my face so I could see the ring of men surrounding us, all stroking their cocks. Humans, monsters, and everything in between, all focused onme. "They all want you. Want to be inside you, filling you up. Would you like that, William? To be passed around, used by all of them?"
"Yes," I whimpered, shocked by my own answer. A week ago, I'd been the buttoned-up financial advisor who ate lunch alone at his desk. Now I was begging to be a communal fuck toy in a bathhouse.
"Maybe later," Raoul said with a dark smile. "First, I want to see how many loads you can take before you break."
The werewolf's thrusts became erratic, his growls deepening. He slammed into me one final time and I felt his cock swell inside me, locking us together as he came. The sensation was strange and intense, his knot stretching me even wider as he pumped me full of cum.
"Shit," I gasped, overwhelmed by the fullness.
"He's knotted you," Raoul explained, sounding delighted. "You'll be stuck together for a few minutes. Enjoy it."
The werewolf leaned over my back, panting against my neck as his cock continued to pulse inside me. His arms wrapped around my chest, holding me close as we both caught our breath. Despite the desperate fucking he'd just given me, the embrace felt oddly intimate.
"Good hole," he rumbled in my ear. "Real good."
I couldn't help but laugh breathlessly at the compliment. This whole night was surreal.
Eventually, his knot deflated enough for him to pull out. More cum leaked from my abused hole, mixing with Damien's load. I felt absolutely wrecked, and we'd barely started.
The werewolf gave my ass a squeeze before moving away, and I looked up at Raoul expectantly. His eyes were practically black now, his fangs fully visible as he smiled at me.
"One more," he said. "Then you're mine."
I nodded weakly, not trusting my voice. My legs were trembling, barely able to support my weight against the pool's edge. Raoul gestured to someone I couldn't see, and moments later, a scaled hand gripped my hip.
"Name's Kael," a sibilant voice said from behind me. "Raoul says you need one more before he claims you."
"Please," I managed, the word coming out as a desperate whimper.
