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The dim light of the abandoned warehouse flickered through cracked windows, casting long shadows over the concrete floor where Alex lay naked on a makeshift pile of old blankets. His heart hammered in his chest, a mix of adrenaline and something sharper; fear, maybe regret.

How had he ended up here? A late-night adventure and a bit too much curiosity, and now this: the hulking figure towering over him, not quite human. The man's- no, the creature's form was a twisted blend of muscle and myth, like a minotaur ripped from ancient tales, his skin rough and furred in patches, horns curling back from a broad forehead. But it was the cock that commanded attention, throbbing and immense, veined like ancient roots, easily as thick as Alex's forearm and longer than seemed possible.

Alex's breath caught as the beast gripped his thighs, spreading them wide with effortless strength. He squirmed, but the hold was ironclad, pinning him in place. "Wait," he muttered, voice barely above a whisper, but the word dissolved into the heavy air. Did he even mean it? Part of him screamed to bolt, to shove away and run into the night, but another part, the one that had led him here, froze him solid. The creature's eyes gleamed with primal hunger, and Alex felt exposed, vulnerable, his cunt already slick from the tense anticipation despite the knot of doubt twisting in his gut.

The tip of that monstrous cock pressed forward, blunt and unyielding, meeting his folds with a soft, obscene squelch. It didn't penetrate - not yet. Instead, it just... pressed against him, the sheer girth flattening his outer lips, spreading them apart as the beast rocked his hips experimentally. Wet sounds filled the space, lewd and rhythmic, like flesh slapping through mud, each pull back dragging a trail of his own arousal along the length. Forward and then back again, with a slick drag. The pressure built, teasing at his entrance without breaching, sending unwelcome jolts of pleasure through his core. Alex's hands clenched into fists at his sides, nails digging into palms. He didn't think he wanted this, the size alone promising pain, destruction, but the words to stop it wouldn't form. The beast grunted, low and animalistic, thrusting shallowly again, the tip pushing insistently, further coating itself in his wetness with every failed attempt to push inside.

Alex's mind raced - say something, do something - but his body betrayed him, hips twitching involuntarily as the friction sparked unwanted heat. The creature leaned closer, breath hot against his neck, and Alex wondered if escape was even an option anymore.

Then, the beast's rhythm shifted, no longer content with teasing against Alex's folds. With a guttural rumble that vibrated through the air, it angled its hips and thrust forward - deliberate, insistent. The blunt tip, slick from the obscene back-and-forth, finally breached him, forcing its way past the tight resistance of his entrance. Pain exploded like fire, sharp and unrelenting, tearing a choked gasp from Alex's throat. It was too much, the girth splitting him open in a way that felt impossible, his body protesting with every fiber.

No, he thought, the realization crashing over him like ice water. I don’t want this; not the agony, not the invasion. His hands scrabbled at the blankets, then at the creature's arms, but it was futile; the beast's grip tightened, holding him steady as if he were nothing more than a toy. "Stop," Alex whispered, the word finally breaking free, but it came out weak, swallowed by the warehouse's echo and the monster's heavy breathing. Too late. The creature didn't pause, didn't acknowledge - its eyes burned with that same feral intensity, hips inching forward inexorably.

Bit by bit, it sank deeper, the massive cock stretching him to his limits and beyond. Alex's cunt clenched around it instinctively, folds wrapping taut over the veined shaft like they were trying to accommodate the impossible intrusion, but each incremental push brought fresh waves of burning pain. He could feel every pulse, as it claimed more of him; slow, relentless, the wet sounds now mingled with his own ragged whimpers. The beast groaned in satisfaction, its pace unyielding, filling him inch by torturous inch until Alex's world narrowed to the overwhelming fullness and the helpless ache that consumed him.

The creature’s hips rolled forward again, slow as tectonic plates grinding together, and another impossible inch slid inside. Alex’s back arched off the blankets, a strangled cry ripping out of him.

“No, fuck, stop! It’s too much, I can’t-”

His voice cracked, raw and frantic, but the beast only rumbled low in its chest, a sound that wasn’t quite language and didn’t need to be. Its clawed hands clamped tighter around his thighs, pinning them open so wide his hips burned from the stretch.

Another inch. Thick and merciless. Alex’s cunt fluttered and spasmed around the invading shaft, trying to push it out, trying to close, but there was nowhere for his body to go. His folds were stretched so thin they gleamed wet and flushed, wrapped obscenely around the monstrous girth like a sleeve too small for the arm forcing its way in.

“Please,” he sobbed, head thrashing side to side, “I can’t- can’t take any more, please-”

The words spilled out in a broken rush, the same useless pleas over and over, but the creature didn’t slow. It pushed again, deeper, impossibly deeper, and Alex felt the blunt head nudge something inside him that had never been touched, a place that sent white-hot agony lancing up his spine.

His stomach visibly bulged, a slow, obscene swell traveling upward beneath his skin as the cock kept coming. He stared down at it in horror, tears blurring his vision, watching his own body distort around the intrusion.

“Stop, stop! I don’t want this-”

But the beast only leaned over him, breath hot and rank against his face, and sank another slow, deliberate inch. Alex’s scream fractured into a high, broken keen as his cunt stretched wider still, burning, trembling, utterly helpless against the relentless advance.

Soon enough, the creature’s patience snapped like a frayed rope.

A low, guttural snarl rolled out of its chest, and its hips jerked back, dragging half its impossible length out of Alex in one slick, burning slide. The sudden emptiness made him gasp, only for the air to be punched out of him again when the beast slammed forward. Not all the way, but hard enough that the fat crown punched deep and the thick shaft stretched his rim to a burning ring of fire.

Alex screamed, raw and ragged. “No, stop! Pull out, please-”

The creature didn’t even seem to hear him. Its grip shifted, claws digging bruises into his hips, angling his body so it could fuck into him more easily. Then it started thrusting, short, brutal strokes that never let him adjust, never gave him a moment to breathe. Each thrust forced another inch deeper on the forward push, then yanked most of it out again, using his cunt like a sleeve it was trying to break in.

Wet, obscene sounds filled the warehouse; flesh slapping, his own slick forced out around the invading cock in messy spurts every time it pulled back. His folds clung desperately to the shaft, flushed and swollen, stretched so wide they looked paper-thin around the beast’s girth.

“Stop, fuck, you’re going to tear me-” Alex’s voice cracked into a sob as another thrust rocked him forward, his whole body jolting. His hands scrabbled uselessly at the creature’s forearms, nails scraping over coarse hide. It didn’t flinch. It just tightened its hold and fucked him harder, faster, treating him like a toy it had grown bored of handling gently.

His stomach bulged and flattened with every stroke, the outline of that monstrous cock visible beneath his skin as it battered deeper. Tears streamed down his temples into his hair, but the creature didn’t care. It growled again, hips snapping, using his hole like something tight and warm to rut into until it was satisfied.

Alex’s pleas dissolved into broken, breathless noises, lost under the wet slap of flesh and the beast’s mounting snarls. He was pinned, impaled, helpless, nothing more than the thing keeping that enormous cock wet while it took what it wanted.

The creature’s rhythm stuttered, then stopped. For one heartbeat Alex thought, hoped, it was finished. Instead the beast snarled, hooked its thick forearms under Alex’s knees, and folded him in half like a piece of paper.

“No, no, wait-” his voice pitched high with fresh panic as his own knees were shoved up against his chest, ankles dangling uselessly by his ears. The new angle tilted his hips upward, exposing him completely, his swollen, gaping cunt pointed straight at the monster’s cock like an offering. The stretch in his hamstrings burned almost as badly as the stretch inside him.

“Please don’t, I can’t take any more-”

The words tumbled out in a frantic rush, but the creature only rumbled, low and hungry, and leaned its full weight forward. The blunt head of its cock kissing the deepest part of him again, pressing, pressing.

Alex felt it immediately: the new angle lined everything up perfectly. The fat tip nudged right against his cervix, that tight ring that had never been breached before, and the beast didn’t hesitate. It bore down.

A wet, obscene pop, and the head forced its way through.

Alex’s scream tore through the warehouse, raw and animal. It felt like being split open from the inside out, a searing spike of agony that whited out his vision. His whole body locked up, muscles spasming around the impossible intrusion now seated deeper than anything had ever been, deeper than anything should ever go.

The creature groaned, long and guttural, as the tight ring of his cervix clamped down around the ridge just beneath its cockhead. Then it started moving again, slow, grinding rolls of its hips that dragged that ridge over the brutally sensitive opening and shoved it even deeper into his womb.

Every tiny thrust sent lightning bolts of pain through him, but threaded through the agony, barely there, was something else: a sick, electric pulse of pleasure that made his spent cunt flutter helplessly around the invasion. He hated it, hated that his body responded at all, hated the broken sob that tore out of him when the beast bottomed out again and his belly bulged grotesquely, the outline of its cock visible all the way up to the bottom of his ribs.

“Please… stop… hurts…

The protests were weaker now, slurred with tears and exhaustion, but still spilling out between hiccupping breaths. The creature didn’t care. It pinned him flat, knees crushed to his chest, and started fucking his womb in deep, deliberate strokes, chasing its own pleasure inside the ruin it had made of him.

It settled into a steady, punishing rhythm, hips rolling forward and back like a piston, each thrust driving that impossible cock through his cervix and into the raw, untouched depths of his womb. The wet slap of its pelvis against his ass echoed off the warehouse walls, punctuated by the slick, obscene squelch of his cunt taking the intrusion.

Alex’s world had narrowed to the burn and the bulge. Every time the beast sank in, his belly distended visibly, the thick ridge of its cock pressing up beneath his skin in a slow, obscene wave. When it pulled back, the drag was almost worse: his cervix clung to the flared head like it was trying to keep it inside, then released with a sickening pop that tore another broken cry from his throat.

“Please… please stop…” he whimpered. The words came out hoarse, barely audible over the wet sounds of his own body betraying him. His cunt was a mess: swollen and stretched so wide the rim looked thin and shiny around the monstrous shaft. Each thrust forced even more of his slick out in messy spurts, coating the creature’s balls and dripping down his ass to pool beneath him.

It didn’t answer. It only growled, low and hungry, and fucked him harder. One clawed hand splayed over the bulge in his abdomen, pressing down as if to feel itself moving inside him. The added pressure made Alex sob, a high, wrecked sound, as it forced the cock even deeper, grinding the head against the very top of his womb.

His legs trembled helplessly in the air, knees still crushed to his chest, toes curled tight. Every thrust rocked him up the blankets until his head bumped the concrete wall. He couldn’t even try to fight anymore; his arms had gone limp at his sides, fingers twitching uselessly. All he could do was take it, take the relentless, womb-deep strokes that split him open again and again, pain and that thin, humiliating thread of pleasure twisting tighter with every second.

The creature’s breathing grew rougher, snarls turning into deep, guttural grunts. Its thrusts lost their measured pace, turning erratic, brutal, hips slamming forward like it was trying to bury itself to the root. Alex’s voice gave out entirely, reduced to ragged, wheezing gasps each time that monstrous cock bottomed out inside his ruined body.

Its thrusts turned savage, short and grinding, hips snapping forward so hard Alex’s folded body jolted up against the wall with every impact. A low, rolling growl built in its chest, rising into a guttural roar that vibrated through the concrete floor. Its claws pressed fresh bruises into Alex’s thighs as it pinned him even tighter, forcing his knees harder against his own shoulders until something in his hips creaked.

Then it slammed in one last time, deeper than ever, and held.

Alex felt the cock swell impossibly thicker inside him, the ridge behind the head catching on his cervix like a hook. The beast’s whole body locked, muscles flexing, and the first pulse hit: a thick, scalding jet that punched straight past his cervix. Another followed instantly, then another, each one stronger than the last. He could feel them, distinct, heavy surges flooding him, stretching the tender walls of his womb until his belly rounded visibly, the skin taut and shiny over the obscene swell.

The creature snarled through clenched fangs, jerking its hips in tiny, brutal thrusts to force every drop deeper. Cum poured out of him in thick rivulets around the seal of his overstuffed cunt, running hot down his ass and back, but most of it stayed inside, trapped by the sheer size of the cock plugging him. His abdomen bloated further with every pulse, until it looked like he was months pregnant, the weight of it pressing on his diaphragm and stealing what little breath he had left.

Alex could only whimper, a thin, broken sound. Tears tracked into his hair as the creature kept coming, long, endless pulses that seemed to go on forever. Finally the roar tapered into a deep, satisfied rumble. It stayed buried to the hilt, cock still twitching with aftershocks, keeping him impaled and overflowing while its seed settled heavy inside him.

Only when the last shudder left its body did it ease back, just an inch, letting a fresh gush of cum spill out in a filthy rush. Alex’s ruined hole gaped around the head, fluttering helplessly, unable to close. The creature looked down at the mess it had made, gave one slow, possessive grind, then finally began to pull out with a wet, sucking sound that echoed like a cork coming free.

The creature’s voice rolled out, low and guttural, the first words it had ever spoken to him:

“Mine now.”

Then it lowered its massive frame, sliding down Alex’s trembling body until its broad shoulders forced his thighs even wider. Hot breath washed over his ruined cunt, still gaping, flushed dark, dripping thick rivulets of cum that pooled beneath him.

The first slow lick dragged from his leaking entrance all the way up to his swollen clit, rough tongue gathering the mess of seed and slick in one filthy stripe. Alex jerked, oversensitive nerves screaming, a broken sob catching in his throat.

“N-no… too much-”

The plea died as the creature sealed its mouth over his folds and sucked, hard. The pull was obscene, drawing another helpless spurt of cum from his wrecked hole straight onto its tongue. Its lips were hot, the faint scrape of fangs a constant threat against tender skin, but it didn’t bite. It just devoured him, lapping deep inside the stretched rim, tongue curling to scoop out its own spend like it wanted to taste how thoroughly it had claimed him.

When it reached his engorged clit, it flicked the flat of its tongue over it once, twice, then closed its lips around the little nub and sucked in slow, rhythmic pulls. Alex’s back bowed, a high, keening wail tearing free as pleasure-pain erupted through him. His hips tried to twist away, but the creature’s hands clamped down, holding him open, forcing him to take every flick, every swirl, every gentle scrape of teeth.

It didn’t stop until he was shaking uncontrollably, until fresh tears streaked his temples and his voice was nothing but wrecked, hiccupping gasps. Only then did it lift its head, muzzle glistening, and rumble that single word again against his twitching cunt, a hot puff of breath that made him flinch.

“Mine.”

Then the creature lowered its head and plunged its tongue back in, hot breath fanning over Alex’s ruined, oversensitive cunt. Its tongue, thick, rough, and unrelenting, swept up the fresh spill of seed and slick in one long, deliberate lick that ended with a hard flick across his swollen clit. Alex’s whole body jerked, a strangled cry ripping out of him.

“No, p-please-”

The plea dissolved into a broken moan as the beast sealed its mouth over him again and sucked, slow and deep, drawing the tender folds between its lips. Its tongue pushed inside, curling, scooping, fucking him with wet, filthy strokes while its own cum still leaking out around it. Every thrust of that tongue dragged over raw nerves, sparking white-hot through his belly.

Alex’s thighs shook uncontrollably, muscles jumping under the creature’s iron grip. His hips tried to buck, tried to escape the torment, but there was nowhere to go - he was still folded nearly in half, knees pinned to his chest, cunt tilted up like a feast for the monster’s mouth.

The pressure coiled low and vicious, pleasure twisted up with pain until he couldn’t tell them apart. Each swirl around his clit, each deep thrust of tongue, shoved him closer to the edge he didn’t want to fall over. His breath came in short, frantic sobs, fingers clawing uselessly at the blankets.

“Please- ah- stop- I’m gonna-”

The creature only growled against him, the vibration ripping through his clit like lightning. It closed its lips around the throbbing nub and sucked hard, tongue flicking fast and merciless.

Alex shattered.

His back arched off the floor, a raw, hoarse scream tearing from his throat as the orgasm slammed into him. His cunt spasmed wildly, gushing slick in messy pulses that splashed over the creature’s muzzle and chin. The beast didn’t flinch; it lapped greedily, drinking down every drop, tongue still working him through the aftershocks until Alex was limp and trembling, tears streaming into his hair.

Only when the last shudder left him did it lift its head. Its muzzle glistened, coated in his slick and the remnants of its own spend, and it licked its lips with slow, deliberate strokes of its tongue, savoring the taste.

“Good boy,” it rumbled, voice rough with satisfaction, and pressed one last possessive kiss to his twitching, swollen clit before finally letting his shaking legs fall open.

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Alex didn’t remember passing out. One moment he’d been limp and shaking, tears drying on his temples while that rough tongue forced one last humiliating climax from him. The next, black, merciful nothing. His body had simply shut down.

When he woke, everything ached; deep, raw pain radiating from his cunt like a bruise that pulsed with every heartbeat. His thighs were glued to the rough blankets beneath him, crusted with dried slick and thick, cooling spend. A faint, tender swell still rounded his belly, skin stretched tight from how much the creature had flooded into him. When he clenched instinctively, another slow trickle leaked out, warm and humiliating against his skin.

Cool warehouse air prickled across his bare skin, raising goosebumps. Without thinking, he burrowed backward into the furnace heat curled around him. A massive arm - thick as his thigh, clawed fingers splayed possessively over that lingering swell - pinned him gently but inescapably. Coarse fur brushed his spine; slow, steady breaths stirred the hair at his nape.

For one drowsy second it almost felt safe.

Then memory hit like a slap: the endless stretch, the burn, the impossible fullness, the way he’d screamed and begged until his voice cracked - and, god, the way his body had come apart anyway, clenching greedily around the intrusion.

His eyes snapped open. Panic and fury surged in a sickening wave. He jerked forward, trying to escape the overwhelming weight behind him. The small shift dragged the creature’s flaccid cock - still nestled heavy against the cleft of his ass - across oversensitive skin. A helpless, mortifying whimper slipped out before he could choke it back.

The arm tightened, claws flexing against his stomach but not breaking skin. Alex froze, heart hammering, waiting for the next violation. But nothing came. Just that deep, even breathing and the subtle press of a broad muzzle against the back of his neck - like an animal guarding its prize.

He swallowed, throat raw from screaming, hating the way his body still felt open, used, marked.

Behind him, the creature rumbled - a low, sleepy vibration that traveled through fur and muscle, and straight into Alex’s spine.

Alex squeezed his eyes shut and tried not to breathe too loud.

The rumble deepened and the massive body behind him stirred, muscles flexing as the creature lifted its head. Hot breath gusted over Alex's shoulder, and he tensed, every nerve screaming to bolt, but the arm didn't release him.

A low grunt escaped the creature, not quite words but laced with a strange, hesitant concern. It nosed at the back of Alex's neck, muzzle pressing in like it was scenting him - checking for damage, or maybe just reaffirming possession. Alex flinched, a sharp hiss escaping through clenched teeth. "Don't," he whispered, voice cracking. "Just... don't."

The creature paused, then rumbled again; softer this time, almost apologetic. It shifted its weight, the arm lifting away entirely. Alex's stomach twisted at the sudden absence, cold air rushing in where heat had been. He didn't move, didn't dare, as the creature rose behind him with a shifting of fabric and the soft thud of hooves on concrete. The shadow loomed larger for a moment, blocking the weak morning light, before it receded.

Alex cracked one eye open. The creature had lumbered a few steps away, broad back turned as it rummaged in a shadowed corner. Its tail flicked idly, horns catching a glint of gray dawn. For the first time since this nightmare started, it wasn't watching him.

Now. Alex's mind seized the thought like a lifeline. Run now.

He pushed himself up on shaking arms, ignoring the protest of bruised hips and the sharp stab in his core. His legs unfolded beneath him, numb and unsteady, but he forced them to move - sliding off the blankets, feet hitting cold concrete. The world tilted, pain blooming fresh between his thighs like fire, but he gritted his teeth and staggered forward. One step. Two. The door was somewhere ahead, through the gloom - freedom, the city, help.

On the third step, his knees buckled. Agony ripped through him, white-hot and unrelenting, his cunt clenching around nothing but soreness and the ghost of intrusion. He collapsed to all fours with a choked sob, nails scraping uselessly at the floor. Tears blurred his vision again, hot and furious. He couldn't even crawl - his body wouldn't let him.

Heavy footsteps approached from behind, unhurried. The creature loomed over him once more, a battered metal canteen clutched in one clawed hand - water, scavenged from god-knows-where. It crouched, amber eyes gleaming with something unreadable; concern? Amusement? Pity?

"Hurt," it rumbled, voice like gravel shifting. It set the canteen down and reached out, massive hands gentle as they scooped under Alex’s arms, lifting him back to the blankets like he weighed nothing. Alex didn’t have the strength to fight, slumping against the furred chest with a defeated groan.

The creature settled beside him, pressing the canteen to his lips. "Drink," it urged, fragments of speech halting but insistent. Alex glared up at those amber eyes, fury flaring through the exhaustion.

"Of course I’m fucking hurt," he spat, voice hoarse and cracking. His hand jerked in a weak, furious gesture toward the creature’s lap - toward the thick, heavy cock resting there, still obscene even soft. "You shoved that entire thing into me."

The creature blinked slowly, head tilting as if processing the words. A low, almost sheepish rumble escaped its chest - not quite apology, not quite understanding, but something uncomfortably close to regret. It didn’t argue. Instead, it simply nudged the canteen closer.

"Drink," it repeated, softer this time.

Against every screaming instinct, Alex parted his lips and let the cool water trickle down his raw throat. When the canteen was empty, the creature set it aside and Alex closed his eyes for a moment. He felt the creature shift lower, broad muzzle nudging gently at Alex’s bruised hip.

Then a rough tongue dragged across the claw-marks - slow, deliberate, cleaning the shallow scratches with surprising care.

Alex jolted, eyes flying open. “What the hell are you doing?” he rasped, trying to twist away despite the exhaustion pinning him down. His voice cracked on the last word, half fury, half disbelief. “Get- get off me.”

The creature didn’t stop. It rumbled low in its chest, something almost soothing, and held him steady with one massive hand splayed over his lower belly, careful not to press too hard on the tender swell. The tongue returned, warmer and wetter this time, lapping again at the marks.

The first pass stung like salt in a cut; Alex hissed through his teeth, hips jerking involuntarily. But the second was gentler, the third slower, and the heat of it began to seep deeper than the surface wounds. The rough texture dragged over raw nerves, and - much to his horror - a faint, traitorous spark of arousal flickered low in his gut.

He clenched his jaw so hard it ached, hating the fresh slick he could already feel gathering, hating the way his breath hitched. His body leaned into the touch by the tiniest fraction before he could stop it.

The creature paused, nostrils flaring as it caught the faint shift in Alex’s scent, and let out a soft, satisfied huff against his skin before continuing.

Its gaze dropped to the tender swell of his belly, and one massive hand moved - slow, deliberate - until broad fingers splayed over the rounded skin.

It pressed down, just a gentle pressure, testing.

A sharp, pained whine tore out of Alex before he could bite it back. The ache flared deep inside, a heavy reminder of how thoroughly he’d been filled and stretched. His hips jerked away on instinct, tears pricking fresh at the corners of his eyes.

The creature stilled instantly. A low, troubled rumble vibrated in its chest - regret, maybe, or simple frustration. It eased the pressure, palm lifting away from the swell.

Instead, it shifted lower. Careful claws retracted as far as they could go, and two thick fingers traced the slick, swollen folds of Alex’s cunt. Alex tensed, breath catching in a panicked hitch.

“No- don’t-” he started, voice thin and ragged, but the protest died as those fingers slid inside with surprising gentleness, parting him just enough to reach the mess still trapped within.

The creature began to scoop, slow and methodical, coaxing thick rivulets of its own spend out of him. Each careful curl and withdrawal eased a fraction of the bloated pressure, but the stretch still stung, drawing small, involuntary whimpers from Alex’s throat. His walls fluttered around the intrusion, oversensitive and raw, and he hated the way his hips twitched; half protest, half helpless response.

The creature’s brow furrowed, amber eyes fixed on Alex’s face as if reading every wince. When another pained sound escaped him, it changed tactics again. The fingers inside stayed gentle and steady, continuing their careful work, but the creature’s free hand moved downward - one thick fingertip settling over his swollen clit, tracing lazy, maddening circles that sent electric jolts straight to his core. At the same time, the creature eased a third finger inside him, the rough pad carefully seeking the swollen bundle of nerves just past his entrance, rubbing back and forth over that sensitive spot in a rhythm that made his toes curl against his will.

Alex’s thighs shook harder, trying to close, trying to escape the overwhelming sensation, but the creature’s shoulders kept them parted. His breath came in shallow, frantic pants, each stroke on his clit pulling a helpless gasp from his throat. The internal pressure built in slow, relentless waves, pleasure threading through the soreness until it was impossible to separate the two. Slick coated everything, easing the slide, turning every small movement into a wet, obscene sound that echoed in the quiet warehouse.

“Stop- fuck, I don’t-” he gasped, but the words dissolved into a shaky exhale as the dual touch coaxed fresh slick from him, easing the slide of those careful fingers. His body arched despite himself, hips rocking forward in tiny, involuntary motions, chasing the relief even as shame burned hot in his chest.

The creature rumbled again - quieter now, almost approving - and kept its rhythm slow, patient, determined to soothe the hurt it had caused, whether Alex wanted it or not.

Pleasure coiled tighter, low and vicious, threading through the ache until Alex couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. His breath came in short, ragged gasps, each circle on his clit and gentle press inside sending sparks skittering up his spine. He tried to fight it - bit the inside of his cheek until he tasted copper - but his body had already decided to betray him again.

“Stop- just- fuck, I said stop-” The words spilled out weak and breathless, more plea than command. His hips rolled forward despite himself, chasing the touch, slick easing the glide of those careful fingers.

The creature didn’t stop. It watched him intently, amber eyes narrowed in concentration, as if learning the exact rhythm that made Alex’s thighs tremble. The third finger curled again and again, rough pad rubbing slow, steady circles over that bundle of nerves inside him while the fingertip on his clit kept its patient pace, building the pressure without mercy.

Alex’s back arched off the blankets, a broken moan tearing free. Heat flooded him, shameful and overwhelming. His cunt fluttered around the intrusion, clenching hard as the orgasm crested and crashed through him - smaller than the night before, but sharp enough to white out his vision for a heartbeat.

He came with a choked sob, hips jerking helplessly into the creature’s hand. Fresh slick pulsed around the fingers still buried inside him, and with it came a thick, warm gush of the residual cum the creature had been coaxing out. It spilled in slow rivulets down his thighs, pooling beneath him on the blankets, the scent of it heavy in the cool morning air.

The creature rumbled again - low, satisfied, almost proud - and eased its fingers free with deliberate care, letting the last of the mess drip out. It brought its hand to its muzzle, tongue flicking out to taste the mingled fluids, eyes never leaving Alex’s flushed, tear-streaked face.

Alex lay there trembling, chest heaving, mortified heat burning in his cheeks. His body felt lighter now, the bloated pressure finally eased, but the hollow ache of shame settled heavier in its place.

He turned his face into the crook of his arm, unable to meet those glowing eyes, and whispered a cracked, furious, “I hate you.”

The creature only shifted closer, curling that massive body protectively around him again, as if the words were nothing more than wind against stone.

It settled behind him, spooning him, the heavy arm draping back over his waist. The coarse fur against his back should have been suffocating, but the morning chill made it almost welcome - until Alex felt the unmistakable press of something thick and half-hard nestling against the cleft of his ass.

He froze, dread pooling cold in his stomach. The creature’s cock, still obscene even only partially aroused, throbbed warmly against him, a silent promise or threat.

Alex squirmed, trying to put even an inch of space between them. The movement only created friction: the heavy shaft sliding along oversensitive skin, brushing the backs of his thighs and grazing his swollen folds with every small shift. The blunt head caught on his clit for a heartbeat, dragging slow and hot, and a helpless shiver ran through him. Fresh slick welled up in response, betraying him again, easing the drag into something slick and obscene.

The creature noticed instantly. A low growl rumbled against Alex’s shoulder blade, vibrating through bone, and its hips rolled forward experimentally. The thick length pressed firmly between his thighs from behind, sliding along his slick folds without entering - just dragging, hot and insistent, the veined underside grinding over his clit with every deliberate thrust.

The pressure was perfect and terrible. Each slow glide coated the creature’s cock further in Alex’s unwilling slick, the blunt head nudging his oversensitive clit on every forward push, sending sharp jolts of pleasure-pain straight to his core. The rhythm started lazy, almost exploratory, but grew hungrier; hips snapping shorter, faster, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the quiet warehouse.

For one horrifying heartbeat Alex thought it was going to force its way inside again. His breath caught on a panicked whine, body tensing in anticipation of fresh pain.

But it didn’t. The creature kept to the tight channel of his thighs, gripping one with a clawed hand to hold him steady, claws pricking just enough to remind him who was in control. Each thrust dragged the full length along his folds, ridge after ridge catching on his clit, building friction that was too much and not enough at once.

The overstimulation was merciless. Pleasure coiled sharp and unwanted, building faster than Alex could fight it. His breath came in broken gasps, hips twitching back against his will, grinding into the motion even as tears leaked from the corners of his eyes. Every slide sent fresh sparks through his raw nerves.

He came with a strangled sob, his cunt clenching around nothing as his thighs trembled around the creature’s shaft, slick pulsing out to coat everything further.

The creature growled deeper, hips stuttering. Its clawed hand pressed Alex’s thighs tighter together, clamping them around its cock like a vice. A few more frantic thrusts and it followed him over - hot, thick ropes of cum splattering across Alex’s lower belly and the blankets beneath them, some streaking up between his folds in messy pulses.

Finally spent, the creature stilled, breathing heavy against Alex’s neck. It didn’t pull away - just held him closer, muzzle nuzzling into his hair with a low, possessive rumble.

Alex lay there limp and shaking, skin sticky with fresh spend, body humming with aftershocks he hadn’t wanted.

Exhaustion crashed over him like a wave. The aches, the shame, the lingering heat in his core - all of it blurred together until he couldn’t tell what hurt and what didn’t. His eyelids grew impossibly heavy. He tried to stay awake, tried to cling to the anger that had kept him sharp all morning, but it slipped through his fingers like smoke.

The last thing he felt was the creature’s muzzle pressing gently against the nape of his neck, and that same low rumble vibrating through his bones.

Mine.

Then the darkness took him again.