But even with that, it was no use, so he resorted to extreme measures. After waterfalling semen out of me for a minute straight, I finally stopped, wiped my hand against my face, which did nothing since every inch of me was still coated, grit my teeth, and continued running until I found a stream. But even worse, I did not feel the scratches from his claws healing, and my ass was not closing back up like all those times before. Instead of growing his knot outside, he crammed himself down my throat before his knot had begun to grow into its full size, and held it there, forcing my jaw to stretch out to accommodate this obscene intruder. I was now working 6 werewolves to completion at the same time. His shaft alone was about as large as some of the knots at its thickest point, and the knot hasn’t even started to swell yet. Facing him, I straddled his hips, and faced a decision, where in the hell do I put him. However it seemed fate had one last suprise in store for me. Raising myself over his fully extended rod, I pushed the tip in, and started easing my way down.
