Hope Yer Ready... (R34 Dire from Fortnite)

The clouds of your breath hover around you with each desperate breath you take. Weakened by the vigorous laps from Dire's tongue at your rear, preparing you for what's to come. You grip your ankles, knees to your ears, watching as the pent up werewolf starts lapping at his own engorged member. Dire's velvety tongue generously applies hot saliva over his leaking meat; ensuring his hefty shaft and knot are thoroughly lubricated.

The werewolf snaps out of his self-inflicted euphoria. Panting heavily like the mindless, aroused beast he is. Hovering over you, he anchors his powerful arms against the table you lay upon. The heat of his enormous cock pressing against your rear, still drenched with his saliva. Arching forward, Dire rests his cheek against yours. His fangs grazing against you while the heat of his hot breath rolls over your face and neck. Before long, you feel his tip enter and stretch your opening. Precum leaking like a faucet as he prods. Both of your bodies signal a readiness. Your legs spread wider as you both take a deep breath, taking in his full length at a moderate pace. Stopping at the knot.

You both lay there for a moment, taking a moment to check in with each other. Expressing it without words. You don't need them. Your arms wrap around his ribs and back, the embrace signaling you feel safe and ready. The werewolf licks at your lips with acknowledgment, gently thrusting his hips as every impressive inch of his cock slides in and out of you. Each thrust ending with his knot bumping firmly against you with audible, sloppy slaps.

Growling and drooling, his thrusts become more and more aggressive. Spit and precum leaks from within you after every thrust. The heft of his cock ramming at your prostate exacerbates a hunger within you. You want more of him. All of him in you. Your paws grip at his pelt, legs tightening at his hips, you push yourself downward with each upward thrust he delivers. Gradually, portions of his knot push and stretch you open further and further until your persistence pays off. Now, more of his colossal cock plunges into you and marks your guts. His beastly roars reverberate through the room, losing himself at your lustful willingness before planting one final thrust into you. Locking his knot inside of you. Flexing. Pulsating.

It's painful at first. Extremely. Dire allows you to dig your claws into him as you work out these pains. Your breaths become more steady, realizing it takes some mental meditation to help you cope. Things finally start to relax as your clawing turns back into a gentle embrace. Dire's expression shifts from horny aggression to something more gentle and relaxed. You both feel in tune again. Like before. The weight of his enormous body gives you a sense of security. Sealing the feeling with a few tender laps from his tongue to your maw.

You and Dire lay there for a while. A long while. Never wanting this to end. Hopefully The Storm is far enough away to spoil this incredible moment...

WHEW OKAY went a lil crazy with the story bit there, haha. Hopefully y'all enjoyed it as well as the piece I drew. Really lost myself in this one. So nice to break away from my routine and draw something else for a bit.

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