It started with the bite.
One stupid night in the woods and suddenly my ordinary life as Harlym — quiet, shy, always-wet-but-never-admitting-it girl — was over. The virus hit like lightning under the full moon. My skin burned. My bones cracked and reformed. And between my legs? A heat so vicious I thought I’d die if I didn’t get stuffed full of thick, throbbing alpha cock immediately.
I woke up on all fours, naked, sweating, my brand-new werewolf body on fire.
My tits had swelled into heavy, bouncing udders, nipples dark and aching, leaking thin streams of milky fluid just from the thought of being mounted. My ass ballooned into a fat, heart-shaped fuck-pillow, cheeks spreading on their own like they were begging to be spread wider. And my pussy… oh fuck, my pussy transformed into a drooling, puffy, cock-hungry werewolf cunt that wouldn’t stop clenching and squirting. Thick, clear girl-cum ran down my thighs in ropes while my new clit throbbed like a mini-cock, swollen and sensitive enough that just the night air made me whimper.
The first alpha found me like that — a massive, muscle-bound werewolf stud with a cock so huge it swung between his legs like a veiny black-red battering ram, already knot-swollen and dripping thick precum. I didn’t even speak. I just dropped my chest to the forest floor, hiked my ass high, and spread my soaked pussy lips with both hands like the desperate bitch I’d become.
He mounted me in one brutal thrust.
That alpha cock split me open so wide I screamed in pure animal bliss. I felt every ridge, every throbbing vein, every inch of that monstrous meat rearranging my insides. My new werewolf pussy stretched and clenched around him like a velvet fist, milking him, sucking him deeper. The knot swelled at my entrance and popped inside with a wet schlop, locking us together. I came instantly — hard, squirting, howling — my cunt spasming so violently it almost pushed him out, but that fat knot kept every drop trapped deep while he flooded my womb with hot, sticky werewolf cum.
I’m not Harlym anymore. I’m a werewolf slut. A cock-drunk, knot-addicted, breeding bitch who lives for alpha dick.
I need it every full moon. I need to be pinned down, knotted, and pumped full until my belly swells with cum. I need my throat fucked until I gag and drool, my ass wrecked until it gapes, my tits bitten and marked while I beg “Breed me, Alpha. Ruin this slutty werewolf cunt. Fill me until it leaks for days.”
I fuck in the woods, in abandoned buildings, in the back of vans — anywhere an alpha with a fat, veiny knot wants to claim me. The nastier the better. I love when they make me lick my own squirt off the ground before they mount me again. I love when two alphas take turns knotting my holes until I’m a shaking, cum-leaking mess. I love the way my new fangs feel when I’m sucking cock, the way my claws dig into their backs while I ride them reverse cowgirl and bounce my fat ass until the knot pops in and traps me.
This is my life now. No limits. No shame. Just endless, dripping, howling heat for alpha cock.
If you’re a hung werewolf alpha reading this… come find me. My holes are already wet and ready to be destroyed.