Despite how sore my throat was going to be, I was having a bigger issue: lack of air. It was a short, brutal fight as I had the advantage of suprise, and it was over quickly. Before he could finish draining himself into my gut, he started pulling out, to which I immediately stopped in my swallowing as I did not want to swallow anymore than absolutely needed. Claws digging in from both werewolves soon put a stop to my vain motions of protest, and soon I felt his rod prodding at my back door. One smooth pull out later, saliva and precum hanging in little ropes off his dick, and I could get a quick breath in. They really seemed to enjoy the wet snugness of my throat, although I could also guess they weren’t happy about not being able to knot it. Despite a couple more attempts to press deeper in me, he could not go any farther. Soon, a mixture of many fluids pooled, werewolf precum, drool, and my own love fluids, standing testament to this bestial act in which I found myself a part of. But I could tell it wasn’t a full blast.
