He was trembling, sweat beading on his brow, and Dylan could only nod meekly in response. Dr. Schaffer looked more like a raging beast than a man, and the grin that bloomed on his face at Dylan’s nod was downright terrifying.
He leaned further back, standing up straight and grabbing Dylan by his hips, and with a move of his hips he pulled his cock out of Dylan’s hole and slammed it back in with a grunt.
Dylan struggled to keep his head up, the force of Dr. Schaffer’s thrust rocking his whole body and hitting his prostate at just the right angle.
He clamped down, the response instinctual, squeezing the thick rod inside of him and making Dr. Schaffer growl and fuck him harder.
From then on, Dylan lost track of everything but the sensation of his hole being fucked open by the massive girth of Dr. Schaffer’s monster of a cock. He let his head dangle off the edge of the chair, too distracted to focus on keeping it up, his body feeling like a ragdoll for Dr. Schaffer to use and abuse.
It was by far the hottest thing that Dylan had ever experienced. Despite the pain – every thrust making his anal ring feel like it was on fire – he never wanted it to end.
After a few minutes, Dylan’s hole relaxed and the pain ebbed somewhat.
Dr. Schaffer shifted his grip, curling his body forward as his thrusts became shorter and more erratic. He angled his cock so that it hit Dylan’s prostate, each thrust dragging over the sensitive gland, pushing him higher and higher on a cloud of endorphins that Dylan wished he could just keep on riding forever.
Another shift, and all of a sudden Dr. Schaffer was hitting that spot inside of him so right that Dylan felt like he was having a religious experience.
Dylan was coming before he even realized what was happening. He clamped down, squeezing Dr. Schaffer’s cock, his balls pulling tight as come shot out of his cock.
He kept shooting, drenching his abs and chest in come, each blast of come making him clamp down on Dr. Schaffer’s cock harder than before.
He felt like he was floating.
A snarl and multiple points of sharp-tipped pressure on his thighs had Dylan lifting his head in confusion. He was still coming, Dr. Schaffer’s cock filling him just right, and it took him a second to make sense of what he was seeing.
Dr. Schaffer’s teeth were all weird. His lips were pulled back, giving Dylan an excellent view of his mouth, and his canines looked like those of a snarling wolf.
He almost looked like a werewolf.
The thought stuck in Dylan’s head. He looked down, his heart stuttering at the sight of razor-sharp claws digging into his thighs. He looked back up, staring at the way the light glinted off the doctor’s sharp canines, and through his come-drunk brain, it slowly started to register that Dr. Schaffer didn’t just look like a werewolf.
Hewasa werewolf.
Except that he couldn’t be, because Dylan would have known. Werewolves were taller than normal people, and built, and for some reason they all looked like male models.
Dylan blinked, realizing that all of those things described Dr. Schaffer perfectly.
“Can I knot you?” Dr. Schaffer grunted, letting go of Dylan’s thighs and collapsing on top of him. He nuzzled into Dylan’s throat, sharp teeth scraping over Dylan’s skin. “Please? I didn’t think I would, but you smell so good, and I just want to… please?”
“Okay,” Dylan mumbled, feeling like he was watching himself from above.
He was being fucked by a werewolf. No matter how he tried to look at it, he just couldn’t make sense of it.
A werewolf wanted toknothim.
Dr. Schaffer let out a moan, and before Dylan could reevaluate his not very thought-out decision to allow himself to be knotted, Dr. Schaffer was pumping his hips like a jackhammer and coming inside of him with an animalistic roar.
“You feel so good,” Dr. Schaffer grunted, his hips slowing their rhythm as his knot started to swell at the base of his cock. He was still nuzzling Dylan’s neck, licking and biting him hard enough to bruise.
Dylan winced, his hole protesting the added girth as Dr. Schaffer fucked his swelling knot in and out of his hole. He did it a few more times before seating himself to the hilt, laughing into Dylan’s neck.
“Sorry,” Dr. Schaffer mumbled, sounding come-drunk and happy. “I didn’t think I’d knot you.” He dragged his nose along the line of Dylan’s jaw. “Are you sure it’s okay?”
Dylan looked down at the werewolf nuzzling him, his broad shoulders glistening with sweat and his face hidden in his neck, and gave a minute shake of his head.
“It’s fine.”
It was more than fine. Dr. Schaffer’s knot was pressing against Dylan’s prostate, relentless and huge, making him feel like he was going to burst.
