Fuck A Femboy Werewolf Hunter! | Erotic Audio For Men

Title: “The Femboy Werewolf Hunter’s Unexpected Fuck”

The full moon hung heavy and ripe in the dark sky, casting an eerie glow over the dense, whispering forest. Deep within the woods, the pristine Howling Creek flowed, its crystal waters glinting like the greedy eyes of a predator tracking its prey. Little did the inhabitants of the nearby village suspect the depravity that was about to unfold under Nature’s cloak.

Fentes, the muscular, Chancellor-shouldered castle guard, was no ordinary man. With his silken mane of raven hair and his plump, pouty lips that seemed born for a man’s sensuous caress, Fentes was a prime specimen of male pulchritude. Yet beneath his exquisitely feminine features lurked the heart and balls of a true alpha. He was a top, unlike any other, with a craving for tight heat and a proclivity for bending willowy young men to his muscled, dominant form.

As the village nude performed its nightly rites, appeasing the God of Werewolves with a sacrament of virgin pussies and throats, their screams would soon rise to a public moan. For tonight, Fentes had set his sights on a succulent little morsel: Ren, the werewolf hunter, who was said to be prepping his virgin hole for before sunup.

Fentes’s pack was hot on Ren’s trail, their nostrils flaring with the scent of fear. The young man was nigh to the Howling Creek, terrified, his quivering thighs squeezed tight to suppress the compulsion. But Fentes would know the hunter’s need, and fulfill Ren’s unspoken desire to squat on the alpha’s face and offer his wet folds. Ren’s pitiful pleas would fall on deaf ears as the wolfman gripped the hunter’s slender hips and dragged him closer, making the boy squeal.

“You won’t escape me tonight!” Fentes snarled, his voice dipping throatily as he scanned the young man hungrily. “I’m going to shove my tongue right in your pretty hole. Then, while you scream, I’m going to ram your womb with my knotty wolf dick, until you’re spitting my seed and your belly is fat with it.”

Ren’s impure gasp was music to Fentes’s ears. The wolf grabbed the boy’s ass, kneading the supple globes as he plunged his tongue into Ren’s tight, virgin hole. Ren squealed and thrashed against the power bottom, trying in vain to escape the intense sensation of the wolfman assaulting his most sacred place. Fentes licked at the hunter’s soft folds until they glistened with saliva, slipping his tongue in and out, savoring the taste of Ren’s reluctant submission.

As Fentes’s mouth worked between Ren’s legs, the wolfmoth’s cock sprang free, thick and heavy with seed, bobbing hungrily. Ren whimpered, his hips bucking into Fentes’s ministrations despite his feeble protests. Fentes could smell the hunter’s musk, rich with desire, and feel the boy’s virgin folds twitching, begging to be filled.

“Yessss…” Fentes purred, pulling back for a breathtaking moment to admire his handiwork. Ren’s ass gleamed pink and puffy from Fentes’s attentions, and the wolfman’s cock pulsed with the need to claim his prize. “You’re going to take every inch of my knot, girly,” he growled, running a claw tipped finger around Ren’s tempting hole. “I’m going to pump you so full of cum you’ll be dripping for days from being bred by me.”

Ren’s eyes widened in shock at the lewd promise, and Fentes wasted no time in fulfilling it. The wolf gripped the femboy hunter tight and sank his thick cock deep into Ren’s untouched flower, groaning at the exquisite vice-like sensation of Ren’s hole clenching around his throbbing shaft. Ren screamed, his untutored cries ringing out through the misty woods.

“Scream for me, my sweet cunt!” Fentes practically roared, fucking into the hunter’s tight heat with savage thrusts. “Fuck, you’re even tighter than I imagined. Your womb is sucking me in, like it was made to milk my wolf balls.”

Despite his vows of chastity, Ren found himself thrusting back against the vicious rutting, his own cock bobbing lewdly against his stomach. The exquisite pain of being so utterly claimed gave way to pleasure so intense it bordered on agony, and Ren soon lost himself to the heady sensations.

Fentes could feel the knot on his throbbing cock swelling, locking him tight in Ren’s greedy hole. The boy’s turgid member sprayed pearly ropes across his creamy chest as Fentes unleashed a torrent of ambrosia into the hunter’s womb. Ren shuddered and wailed with each thick, hot splash that painted his insides.

As the wolfman pulled out, Ren’s abused rectum gaped before Seamlessly as Fentes rammed two thick fingers knuckle-deep into Ren’s ravaged flower. The hunter cried out again, his boyish lips trembling with lewd, lustful whimpers. Fentes’s expert touch squeezed and tugged at Ren’s virgin womb, making sure every last drop of wolf seed took root in the would-be hunter’s freshly minted womb.