When I was beginning to fear having my jaw ripped apart by the massive knot, it stopped swelling, but I knew that my task was just beginning. About a mile from the den that warning came into fruition, and had I thought it was bad going down, it was even worse coming up, but the pressure had to be relieved. When I felt his swollen nuts smack against my cheeks, I paused, taking into account I had just taken the whole thing. Leaving my things sitting on the ground, I waded out into the cold current, and wished I had the strength to let myself drown. 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. Instead of being a one and done deal like the rest of the pack, he was getting multiple rounds in with me. I was now working 6 werewolves to completion at the same time.
