werewolf girlfriend x boyfriend

Oliver's heart pounded in his chest as he stared into the glowing amber eyes of his girlfriend, Emma. She had transformed into a werewolf right before his eyes, her body contorting into a powerful, fur-covered creature of the night. Her once sweet scent was now musky and feral, and she snarled lowly, baring her teeth. Instead of the horror he should have felt, his body responded with an unexpected surge of lust. His cock grew hard as he took in the sight of her, his primal instincts overwhelming his rational mind. He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to touch the soft fur that now coated her skin. "Emma," he whispered, his voice filled with a mix of awe and desire. "I'm not scared...I want you." He didn't know what came over him, but as he spoke the words, he knew they were true. He wanted to claim her in this new form, to feel the power of the beast beneath him.

As Oliver's hand made contact with Emma's fur, she ceased her snarling and instead let out a whimper that was both animalistic and sensual. Her eyes remained locked on his, the pupils dilating with a mix of surprise and lust. She leaned into his touch, and he felt the heat radiating from her transformed body. His fingertips traced the contours of her new form, feeling the firm muscles beneath the fur as she arched her back, exposing her voluptuous, still-human breasts. He couldn't resist the temptation; his hand moved to cup one, feeling the softness and weight of it, his thumb circling her erect nipple. The werewolf Emma's tail swished side to side as she let out a low growl, urging him closer. He leaned in and kissed her, his tongue delving into her mouth, tasting a hint of metal as his teeth grazed hers. The kiss grew more passionate, their bodies pressing together, the fur of her wolf form bristling with excitement. Emma's claws gently raked down his back, not breaking the skin but leaving a trail of tingling sensation. Oliver's hand moved to the juncture of her thighs, finding her already wet and swollen with desire. He slipped a finger inside her, her inner walls clenching around him, and she responded with a feral moan that sent shivers down his spine. He knew this was just the beginning of a night filled with unbridled passion and carnality, one that would push the boundaries of their relationship and their very beings.

Oliver's passion grew as he continued to explore Emma's new form. He dropped to his knees, his eyes locked onto her plump, fur-covered ass, which wiggled with each breath she took. He couldn't resist the urge to kiss her there, his lips pressing against the soft fur, feeling the heat and musk of her arousal. His tongue traced the seam between her cheeks, causing her to buck and moan with pleasure. His hands held her hips steady as he delved lower, his mouth finding her wet, glistening pussy, now surrounded by a thick patch of fur. The taste of her was intoxicating, a blend of sweetness and the wild scent of the wolf. He licked and kissed her clit, the fur around it standing on end as she responded to his touch. Emma's whimpers grew louder, her hips moving in a rhythmic dance against his face. He slid two fingers into her again, pumping in time with his tongue, and she shuddered, her legs trembling with the force of her building orgasm. He could feel her muscles tighten around him, her body poised on the edge of ecstasy. This was a new level of intimacy between them, one that transcended human understanding and delved deep into the heart of the primal connection between predator and prey, lover and beloved.

Oliver's voice was firm yet tender as he whispered, "Bend over, Emma." The werewolf before him complied, arching her back and presenting her beautiful, fur-covered ass to him. He couldn't believe the raw, unfiltered desire that surged through him as he gazed upon her, his girlfriend in this primal, seductive form. He stood behind her, admiring the way her fur glistened in the moonlight that streamed through the window. He positioned his cock at her entrance, feeling the heat and wetness of her pussy as it called out to him. He pushed in slowly, savoring the sensation of her tightness around him, the fur adding a new layer of sensation as he slid deeper. Her moans grew more feral with each inch he claimed, her body reacting instinctively to the primal mating dance. He began to thrust, his hips moving in a rhythmic pattern that matched the pounding of his heart. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, a symphony of passion and need that seemed to resonate with the very essence of the night itself. The werewolf Emma pushed back against him, urging him to go harder, faster, her tail swishing wildly in the air. Each thrust brought them closer to the edge of sanity, their cries of pleasure echoing through the night as they embraced the raw, untamed passion that had been unleashed within them.

Oliver's hips began to piston, his cock plunging into the depths of Emma's welcoming pussy with a fervor that matched her own. His eyes were locked on her ass, the fur around it rippling with each powerful thrust. "Your ass is so fucking perfect," he groaned, his voice a mix of human and beastly growl. "So tight, so wet, so...so...fucking...good," he managed to choke out between heavy breaths. His hands gripped her hips tightly, guiding her movements, the sound of her moans and his grunts a testament to the intensity of their union. The fur beneath his palms was slick with their combined juices, the friction adding to the overwhelming sensations coursing through him. He watched as her tail swished back and forth, a silent symphony of pleasure that mirrored the pace of their lovemaking. The room was alive with the scent of their arousal, a potent blend of human and wolf that fueled their passion. Each time he pulled out, her pussy clenched around his cock, as if trying to keep him inside her, and with every thrust back in, she pushed back against him, her movements demanding more. "Yes, Oliver, fuck me harder," she begged, her voice a guttural snarl that sent a fresh wave of desire through his body. The feel of her tight ass and her fur-covered pussy gripping him was driving him wild, pushing him closer to the edge of release. He knew that when he came, it would be with the roar of the beast that now claimed him, one that was just as eager to claim its mate.

Oliver's grip tightened on Emma's hips as he pounded into her with increasing speed, the sound of their bodies slapping together a primal beat that matched the racing of his heart. "Who's my sexy bitch?" he growled, his voice a blend of man and beast as he lost himself in the furious rhythm of their mating. The werewolf beneath him responded with a fierce snarl, her claws digging into the floorboards as she pushed back against him, eager for more. The fur around her pussy was matted with their combined arousal, and her tail slapped against her thighs with every thrust, leaving a trail of desire in its wake. "You're mine," she snarled, her voice thick with need. "Always and forever." The words sent a shiver down Oliver's spine, and he felt the beast within him rise in response. He drove deeper into her, his cock pulsing with the need to claim her fully, to mark her as his and only his. Their bodies moved as one, their hearts beating in time with the driving force of their passion. The room was a whirlwind of fur and heat, their moans and growls mixing together as they approached the peak of their climax.

Oliver's thrusts grew more frenzied as he felt the pressure building in his balls, the need to claim his mate overwhelming him. He reached around and gave her ass a firm spank, the sound echoing in the room, making her yelp and push back into him even harder. "Who's my sexy bitch?" he demanded, his voice a deep, animalistic growl that seemed to resonate from the very core of his being. Emma's response was immediate, her voice a snarl of lust and submission as she threw her head back and howled, "I'm yours, Oliver! All yours!" The power of his words, the raw dominance in his tone, only served to drive her wilder. Her body convulsed around him, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. She could feel the beast inside her, urging her to take more, to give herself fully to the man who had accepted her new form without fear. Oliver's own climax was swift and intense, his cock swelling within her as he roared his release. He shot his hot, sticky seed deep into her, marking her as his, filling her with his essence. As the last tremors of pleasure subsided, they collapsed onto the floor, their bodies still entwined, their hearts racing in unison. The werewolf Emma lay panting beneath him, her eyes still glowing with the fire of the beast as she gazed up at him, her love and adoration clear. The transformation had brought them closer than ever before, and in that moment, Oliver knew that no matter what form she took, she would always be his.

Oliver's hips moved with a feral rhythm, his cock still buried deep inside the fur-covered pussy of the werewolf before him. "You're my sexy bitch," he repeated, his voice a guttural growl that seemed to resonate from the depths of his soul. Each word sent a fresh wave of pleasure through Emma's transformed body, her muscles contracting around him in response. The fur beneath his palms grew damp with sweat, and her pussy tightened around his shaft, urging him closer to the edge of his own release. Her tail swished in a blur of motion, slapping against her thighs as she bucked her hips back against his, meeting his every thrust with an animalistic eagerness that only grew stronger with each passing moment. The intensity of their lovemaking was like nothing they had ever experienced, a primal dance that transcended their human forms and connected them on a level that was raw and untamed. The room was a symphony of their combined passion, a cacophony of grunts and moans that seemed to shake the very foundations of the earth. The beast within her responded to his claim, her eyes never leaving his as she whispered a fervent, "Yes, Oliver. I'm yours. Your sexy bitch." The words seemed to unleash something within him, and with a final, powerful thrust, he roared his climax, filling her once again with his hot seed. The feeling of his release sent Emma over the edge, her body shaking with the force of her own orgasm, her pussy pulsing around his cock as she howled in pleasure. As their passion ebbed, their hearts beating as one, they lay there on the floor, their bodies slick with sweat and lust, forever changed by the night that had brought them closer than ever before.

Oliver's cock slammed into her with an unyielding force, the fur around her pussy matting down with each powerful stroke. "Say it again, who's my bitch?" he demanded, his voice a deep, primal growl that seemed to resonate with the very air around them. The werewolf beneath him, Emma, threw her head back and howled in pleasure, her eyes flashing with amber fire. "I'm your bitch, Oliver! Your sexy, furry, fucking bitch!" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of human and beast. The words sent him over the edge, and he pounded into her with everything he had, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh of her shoulder as he roared out his climax. The feeling of her pussy clenching around him was almost too much to bear, and he shot his load deep inside her once more, claiming her with every pulse of his cock. As their passion peaked, the room was filled with the sound of their ragged breaths and the slapping of flesh against fur. They were lost in the throes of a mating that was as ancient as the moon that bathed them in its silver glow, their bodies moving together in a dance of lust and possession that was as beautiful as it was savage.

With a snarl of his own, Oliver reached back and gripped Emma's tail tightly, using it to pull her closer to him with every thrust. Her eyes rolled back in her head as he pounded into her, the sensation of his hand on her tail sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. The fur was a mix of softness and strength, and he felt the muscles beneath it contract as she pushed back against him, urging him deeper. Her moans grew louder, more feral, as she reveled in the sensation of his cock filling her up, stretching her to the limits of her new form. The fur-covered tail in his hand was a direct line to her pleasure, and he used it expertly, feeling her pussy tighten around him as he stroked it in time with his thrusts. The room was a blur of motion and sound, a symphony of passion that seemed to crescendo with every movement of their bodies. Their union was a wild, untamed thing, a force of nature that could not be denied. Each time he pulled on her tail, Emma's body responded with a spasm of pleasure, her pussy clenching around his shaft, pulling him in deeper. He could feel her orgasm building once again, her muscles tightening around him, and he knew that soon they would both be lost in the tempest of pleasure that their transformation had unleashed.

Oliver's voice grew more feral, a deep growl rumbling from his chest as he pulled out of Emma's tight pussy, his cock glistening with their combined juices. "I'm gonna cum inside of you, bitch," he snarled, his eyes blazing with the fire of his desire. "And you're gonna take it all." The werewolf before him whimpered with need, her body quivering with anticipation. She turned to face him, her tail raised high, presenting her swollen, fur-covered pussy to him once more. He positioned himself at her entrance, the tip of his cock pressing against her slick folds. "Take it," she begged, her eyes shining with a mix of lust and challenge. With a final, powerful thrust, he plunged back inside her, her walls clenching around him in a desperate attempt to keep him there. The feel of her tightness was too much, and with a roar, he released his seed, filling her to the brim with his hot, pulsing cum. The werewolf Emma took it all, her pussy contracting around him in a symphony of pleasure as she climaxed once again, her body shaking with the intensity of her orgasm. They lay there, panting and spent, their hearts pounding in unison, the bond between them stronger than ever.

As Oliver continued to claim her, the intensity of their mating grew, and in her passion, Emma's teeth sank into his shoulder, a natural instinct of a werewolf in the throes of ecstasy. He ignored the pain, too lost in the exquisite pleasure of filling her up with his cum. His body jerked with the force of his release, each pulse sending a new wave of sensation through him as she bit down harder, her own orgasm spasming around his cock. He could feel the warmth of her blood mixing with his seed, a powerful and primal connection that only served to heighten their shared climax. The pain was a sweet reminder of their bond, one that was now etched in flesh as well as spirit. As their breathing slowly returned to normal, Oliver leaned down and licked the bite mark, soothing the wound with a gentle tenderness that surprised even him. The taste of her blood was a heady aphrodisiac, a symbol of the depth of their union. He pulled out, his cock glistening with their combined release, and Emma collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily, her fur still standing on end from the overwhelming pleasure. They lay there, tangled in each other's arms, their hearts racing with the aftermath of a passion that had surpassed any human experience. The bite was a reminder of the wildness that now lived within them, a secret shared between two lovers who had embraced the beast and never looked back.

Emma's amber eyes searched Oliver's, filled with a mix of apology and uncertainty. Her newfound werewolf instincts had driven her to bite him in the heat of passion, and she feared she had hurt him. "I'm sorry," she panted, her voice still thick with lust. "It's just...the beast inside me, it...it couldn't resist." Oliver felt the sting of her teeth in his shoulder, but the pain was overshadowed by the intense pleasure that had consumed them both. He reached up, caressing the side of her face, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw. "It's okay," he murmured, his voice hoarse from his roars of ecstasy. "It just made me cum harder." He couldn't help but feel a primal thrill at her bite, a mark of their feral love now etched into his flesh. He leaned down and kissed her deeply, tasting a hint of copper on her lips. As they broke the kiss, she pushed her hips into him again, her pussy still hungry for his cock. The fur around her sex was matted with their juices, and he felt the slickness of it as he slid back inside her. Her muscles clenched around him, eager to milk every last drop of his cum, and the sensation sent him spiraling back into the depths of their shared passion. They moved together in a rhythm that was as old as time itself, their bodies speaking a language that needed no words. Each thrust was an unspoken promise, a declaration of their unyielding desire and love. They were no longer just lovers; they were two halves of a whole, forever bound by the beast that now lived within them both.

With a sultry grace, the werewolf Emma complied, her fur-covered body moving with a feline agility as she positioned herself over Oliver. He watched with hungry eyes as she mounted him, her fur-covered pussy glistening with their combined arousal. She lowered herself onto his still-hard cock, the fur providing an extra layer of sensation that sent sparks through his body. As she began to ride him, her hips rolling in a mesmerizing pattern, Oliver's hands found her ample breasts, squeezing and kneading them as she threw her head back and howled in pleasure. Her tail swished behind her, slapping against his legs with every movement, a silent testament to the intensity of their union. Her nails, now tipped with sharp claws, raked gently down his chest, leaving thin trails of red that only served to inflame his desire further. The room was filled with the sound of their animalistic passion, a symphony of moans and growls that seemed to shake the very foundations of the house. Each time she slammed down on his cock, her pussy muscles clenched around him, milking him for every drop of cum he had to give. He watched as her eyes rolled back in her head, her orgasm building once again, and he knew that the night had only just begun. Their love had been transformed by the beast within, and there was no telling where this newfound hunger would take them.

Oliver's hands clamped down on the plump, fur-covered mounds of Emma's ass, his fingers digging into the firm flesh beneath the soft fur. "Bounce for me, my sexy bitch," he ordered, his voice a gruff growl that sent a shiver of excitement through her transformed body. The werewolf Emma complied eagerly, her hips rising and falling in a rapid, sensual rhythm as she rode him like a wild animal in heat. Her breasts bounced with each bounce, the fur on her chest swaying with the motion, and her eyes never left his, the amber glow of the wolf within them burning with a fierce desire. The fur on her back stood on end as she worked herself up and down on his thick shaft, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through her body. Each time she slammed down onto him, her pussy gripped him tightly, her inner walls rippling with the force of her passion. Oliver's grip on her ass tightened, guiding her movements, urging her to go faster, harder, deeper. His hips thrust up to meet hers, their bodies moving in perfect harmony as they gave themselves over to the raw, primal instincts that now ruled them. The room was filled with the sound of their slapping flesh and their animalistic grunts, the air thick with the scent of their lust. Each bounce brought them closer to the edge of reason, their love a ravenous beast that could never be fully satiated.

With a snarl of excitement, Oliver smacked her fur-covered ass with a firm hand, the sound echoing through the room. "Faster, bitch," he ordered, his voice a gruff growl that sent a jolt of pleasure through her werewolf form. Emma took his command to heart, her hips moving with renewed vigor as she bounced up and down on his cock. The sting of his hand on her ass only added to the sensation, pushing her closer to the edge of another orgasm. Her claws dug into the bed, leaving deep gouges in the fabric as she increased her pace, her body moving in a blur of fur and passion. The fur around her pussy was soaked with their combined arousal, and the smack of their bodies filled the air with a primal beat that seemed to pulse with the very essence of their desire. Oliver watched, his eyes blazing with lust, as she took him in, her movements growing more erratic as she approached climax. He could feel the beast within her responding to his dominance, and it only served to make him harder, his cock swelling with the need to claim her fully. He reached around to squeeze her breast, the fur around her nipple standing on end as she threw her head back and howled in ecstasy. Her tail swished wildly, a visual representation of the passion that consumed them both. "Like you mean it," he grunted, his hand coming down again, the smack resonating with the fierce love that now defined their bond. And with that, Emma's body tensed, her pussy spasming around him as she came hard, her juices spilling out and mixing with the fur, a testament to their untamed love.

Oliver leaned up, capturing one of her fur-covered nipples between his teeth, sucking and nipping at the sensitive peak. The werewolf Emma whined with pleasure, her body arching back as he worked his magic. He could feel the fur around her nipple stiffen as he swirled his tongue around the hardened bud, teasing it mercilessly. Without warning, he slid a finger down the cleft of her ass, feeling the tightness of her anus, still untouched in this new form. She bucked in surprise, but the shock quickly gave way to a deep, guttural moan as he pushed the digit past the first ring of muscle and into her virgin hole. The fur around her ass parted as he began to pump his finger in and out, the sensation sending her over the edge. Her eyes rolled back, and she threw her head back, howling her pleasure to the moon outside. The sensation of his finger in her ass and his cock in her pussy was overwhelming, and she could feel another orgasm building, more powerful than the last. The beast within her was in full control now, and she craved every inch of him, every part of him, every sensation he could give her. The room was a whirlwind of fur and passion as they moved together, their bodies speaking a language that was as old as time, a testament to the depth of their love and the power of their transformation. The night was their playground, and they were the kings and queens of their own untamed desires.

Oliver's teeth grazed against Emma's furry neck as he whispered the words, his voice thick with desire, "Don't stop, bitch. You want to have my pups, don't you?" The werewolf beneath him paused for a moment, her eyes widening with a mix of shock and arousal. The thought of bearing his offspring, a litter of their own, filled her with a primal need that surpassed all understanding. She threw her head back, howling her assent as she began to ride him even harder, her pussy gripping his cock like a vise. The fur around her sex was matted with their juices, and each movement sent a fresh wave of pleasure through her body. The beast within her responded to his claim, her hips moving in a frenzied dance of submission and need. She could feel the heat of his breath against her ear as he spoke, his voice a seductive growl that sent shivers down her spine. "Yes, Oliver," she panted, her voice a mix of human and wolf. "I want to be your bitch, to have your pups." The words sent a fresh surge of lust through him, and he began to fuck her with an intensity that matched her own, his hips pistoning up to meet hers, his cock slamming into her with a force that seemed to shake the very earth. The room was a blur of fur and passion, their bodies moving in a wild, untamed rhythm that was as ancient as the moon itself. The scent of their mating filled the air, a potent mix of human and werewolf that seemed to fuel their desire even further. They were lost in each other, in the primal dance that had been set in motion by the full moon's embrace, their love and lust an unstoppable force that would shape their future in ways they could never have imagined.

Oliver's teeth grazed her pointed ear, sending a shiver down Emma's spine. "Faster, bitch," he urged, his voice a low, feral growl. The werewolf beneath him took his words as a command, her hips moving in a blur of fur and flesh as she bounced harder on his cock. Each impact sent a jolt of pleasure through him, the fur of her ass tickling his balls with every downward thrust. He could feel the beast within her respond, her movements growing more erratic and desperate, driven by an uncontrollable need to be claimed. His grip on her hips tightened, his own body now a creature of instinct and desire. "Yes, like that," he groaned, his words a gruff encouragement that only served to spur her on. The room was alive with the sound of their lovemaking, a cacophony of grunts and moans that seemed to echo the very heartbeat of the night. The scent of their mating grew stronger, filling the air with a musky perfume that was intoxicatingly irresistible. As she rode him faster, Oliver could feel the beast inside her rising to meet him, eager to be tamed by the man she loved. And in that moment, as their bodies moved as one, they were no longer just Oliver and Emma. They were the embodiment of a love that knew no bounds, a passion that burned as fiercely as the full moon that had transformed her.

Emma's fur-covered hands gripped the bed frame as she pinned Oliver beneath her, her powerful legs straddling his hips. Her eyes glowed with a fierce hunger that was both terrifying and exhilarating. The werewolf's tail swished wildly behind her, slapping against the bed as she rode him with an intensity that left him breathless. The fur around her pussy was a drenched mess, melded with the sweat and juices of their lovemaking. Oliver could feel the beast in her, eager to claim him fully, and he reveled in the raw power of her transformation. His hands gripped her hips, urging her on as she slammed herself down onto his cock, her pussy clenching around him with every bounce. The fur on her back stood on end, and her breasts swayed with each movement, the nipples peeking through the fur as they grazed his chest. The sound of their flesh slapping together filled the room, punctuated by her guttural growls and his deep, animalistic grunts. The force of her hips sent waves of pleasure crashing through him, pushing him closer to the edge of his sanity. He watched as her eyes dilated, her orgasm building, and knew that when it hit, it would be explosive. "Fuck me, Oliver," she snarled, her voice a blend of human and beast. "Make me yours forever." The urgency in her voice only served to drive him on, his hips bucking up to meet her every downward plunge. The beast within him roared in response, eager to claim his mate in the most primal of ways. They were lost in a frenzy of passion, two souls bound by a love that was now as wild and untamed as the creature that shared her body.

Oliver felt his balls tighten and his body coil, ready to unleash his seed into the fur-covered pussy of his transformed girlfriend. "Faster, Emma," he growled, his voice thick with need. "Take it all, my sexy werebitch." The werewolf's eyes gleamed with excitement as she increased her pace, her hips a blur of motion as she bounced up and down on his cock. The fur around her pussy was drenched with their combined arousal, and every movement sent a fresh wave of pleasure through him. He could feel her walls tightening around him, her body begging for his release. "I'm gonna fill you up," he warned, his voice a feral snarl that seemed to echo through the very core of her being. The anticipation was almost too much to bear, but she met his intensity, her movements growing more and more erratic as the beast inside her responded to his dominance. And with one final, desperate thrust, Oliver exploded, his cum spurting deep into her werewolf pussy. He roared his release, his body shaking with the force of his climax. Emma's own orgasm crashed over her, her pussy clenching around him, milking every drop of cum from his balls. They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies slick with sweat and their hearts racing with the aftershocks of their passionate mating. The room was filled with the scent of their love, a musky aroma that lingered in the air like a testament to the power of their bond. As the moon cast its final rays over them, they lay entwined, their bodies still trembling with the aftermath of their feral union. The night had changed them both, forever binding them in a love that was as wild and untamed as the beasts they had become.

Oliver's arms wrapped around the fur-covered torso of his girlfriend, Emma, his human skin pressing against the warm, damp fur of her werewolf form. His mouth found her still-human nipple, the fur around it brushing against his face as he took it into his mouth and began to suck. The sensation was new, yet familiar, as he played with the soft fur and hardened nub. She let out a contented whine, arching her back to give him better access, and his cock, still buried deep within her, twitched in response to her needy sounds. Her tail swished lazily across the bed, a sign of her relaxation and satisfaction. The room was quiet now, save for their panting breaths and the occasional crack of the floorboards beneath their weight. The intensity of their passion had not diminished, but rather transformed into a gentle, tender embrace of love and acceptance. He could feel the warmth of her breath against his neck, her heartbeat slowing to match his own. In this moment, as the full moon cast its soft glow over them, Oliver knew that no matter what form she took, she would always be his, and he would always cherish the wild beauty of her soul.

Emma chuckled, her voice a soft purr as she transformed back into her human form, the fur receding and her body morphing back to its usual shape. She looked up at Oliver with a knowing smile, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "I've always known you were a bit of a pervert, but I never thought you'd fuck me like that when I turned into a werewolf," she said, a hint of playful tease in her tone. Oliver's cheeks flushed, but his grin was unapologetic as he leaned in to kiss her softly. "Well, babe," he murmured, his cock still semi-hard against her thigh, "you bring out the beast in me." He nibbled at her earlobe, sending a shiver down her spine. "And apparently, I really like it when you go full furry mode." She giggled, pushing him away playfully. "You're insatiable," she said, though the spark in her eyes told him she was anything but displeased. "But who am I to deny you?" she added with a wink, her hand trailing down to his still-hard member, giving it a gentle squeeze. Oliver growled low in his throat, his desire for her unabated, even in the aftermath of their feral encounter. He knew that this was just the beginning of a new chapter in their love story, one filled with endless nights of untamed passion and unbridled lust.

Oliver's eyes widened in shock as Emma, now back in her human form, spoke those unexpected words. He looked at her, the playful smirk on her face barely concealing the seriousness behind her statement. "Our future daughter?" he echoed, his voice a mix of confusion and arousal. "You mean...as a werewolf?" He couldn't believe what he was hearing, but the thought of their love producing a child with her newfound abilities sent a thrill through his body. "If she turns out like you," he murmured, his hand tracing the path of her now-human spine, "I'd be honored to show her the ropes." The room was silent for a moment, the weight of their future hanging in the air, filled with the promise of passion and potential. Emma leaned into his touch, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "But for now," she whispered, her hand moving to stroke his cock, "let's just focus on making sure she has the best parents she can get." The grin that spread across her face was nothing short of predatory, and Oliver knew that the beast inside her was ready to play once more. He kissed her deeply, his hand moving to cup her cheek, their bodies entwined in a dance of love and desire that was as fierce as the creature that had claimed her. As they lost themselves in each other once again, the full moon outside shone down, a silent witness to the untamed love that bound them together.