And back in he went, this time a bit easier as I was trying to relax my anus to the point where it wasn’t painful anymore. While silver has many magical properties, enough strength can cut through werewolf hides, and that was one thing I had in spades. But while I had been fighting it, my body hadn’t, and now that I could breath and speak clearly, my sluttish moans split the air over the panting of the pack. After that slight hesitation, I put the tip against my puckered brown hole, and sat down. I had been told by a couple of my friends that had enjoyed doing anal that they always needed to make sure it was clean inside and out, but I never really knew why. And yet, as he quickly resumed pace like nothing had changed, my tongue received yet another coating of his lubricant. Defeated, he started thrusting himself into my face, sometimes going down one side of my face, other times having swapped.
