As a general rule, werewolves stood at about 10 foot tall, and most of that from their legs, but were strong and fast enough to overcome most any unaware, and sometimes aware prey. Behind them, I could see the moon was close to setting, about a couple hours I’d guess. With practiced ease, the knot slid in, and the big long rod in my throat slid out, bringing with it whatever fluids I hadn’t managed to down. After a few tentative thrusts at my mouth, and getting nowhere in his desired direction, he dug his claws into the sides of head, forcing me to let out a pained hiss. They seemed to be heading away from me, but it gave me an idea. Having not seen any potions in my directionless wandering, I ask her if she had any healing potions or anything close to it, and that I didn’t particularly have much in the way of funds. Arousal perked it’s head up again at this new sensation that I had clearly not felt before, and each thrust sent a shiver through me as I felt them gouge in and out.
