Lupine Maw

The sun dipped low, painting the sky in vibrant streaks as Fenrir pinned Lupine down on the warm sand.

The young red werewolf pup squirmed beneath him, golden eyes sparkling with mischief and anticipation. Fenrir’s thick, throbbing cock hovered just above Lupine’s soft muzzle, already leaking with need.

“Open up, little one,” Fenrir growled deeply.

Lupine obediently parted his lips, letting Fenrir slide into the warm, wet heat of his mouth. The pup’s tongue immediately went to work, licking and swirling eagerly around every inch as Fenrir began to thrust slowly, savoring the tight, slippery sensation.

Lupine moaned around the thick shaft filling his mouth, his ears twitching with every deep push. Saliva dripped from the corners of his lips, running down his chin as Fenrir fucked his face with increasing hunger.

“Such a good pup…” Fenrir groaned, one paw gripping the back of Lupine’s head. “So warm… so fucking greedy.”

Lupine’s eyes watered with pleasure, but he never pulled away. He took Fenrir deeper, throat tightening around him, tongue pressing desperately against the underside of his cock. The wet, obscene sounds of sucking and moaning filled the air as Fenrir used his eager little mouth harder and faster.

When Fenrir finally buried himself to the hilt, knot swelling against Lupine’s stretched lips, the pup whimpered softly — completely lost in the overwhelming fullness and the raw, primal pleasure of serving his powerful partner.

Fenrir looked down at the messy, drooling werewolf pup beneath him and smirked.