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Howl of the Pack (dominant_minded & DarknessEmbraced666)

She knew that he was angry or at least part of him but she knew that she couldn't run any more. As she stood there watching him, she noticed him clench his hands into fists and as he spoke between gritted teeth, she closed her eyes when she heard his tone. When she felt his chest brush against her nipples, she slowly opened her eyes and looked up at him as her top and her bra was removed, leaving her almost as bare as she was the day she was born and her face turned bright red.

The young woman shivered as the tentacles began to wrap themselves around her small waist and around her thighs. It felt strange to her, the odd texture of the tentacles sending chills up and down her spine. A gasp escaped her lips as she was lifted up off her feet and into the air with her legs parted and slightly bent. She felt as if she were going to fall but she knew that he wouldn't let her. Slowly looking down, she noticed how close to her naked sex the bulge in his tattered pants was and she bit her bottom lip.

However, when she felt a fourth tentacle touch her skin, she softly moaned as it snaked between her legs and began teasing her labie and clit. She was still wet from earlier. As he did that, she stared up into his face and watched an emotion flicker across his features and she smiled slightly once he opened his eyes again. Another gasp slipped past her lips as he pulled her back and she looked down again, watching as he pulled his pants down and revealed his large penis. Eyes widening, she looked up in shock as he looked up and her green eyes looked into his gold eyes. Swallowing, she nodded slightly before reaching out with trembling hand and placing them on his shoulders in order to keep herself steady.
 
Regret didn't matter anymore to him, what he was about to put her through registered only dimly. It was the best he could do to take it slow with her. He let out a raspy, lusty breath and the tentacles began to lower her towards his swollen member. As the head of his cock touched her slick folds, he slid his hand down to her opening and used his fingers to spread her open. It was a pointless move; even fully spread open, her inner lips couldn't comfortably accommodate the head of his cock, much less the rest of it. He relaxed his tentacles more and gravity began to do the work, lowering her onto the impaling, invading phallus. He pulled his hand back, needing both of his hands now on her hips... to help gravity out.

He pressed as slowly as he could, knowing he couldn't actually stop himself. He could feel her walls stretching to try and deal with just the first inch and a half of his length, and he groaned out in pleasure despite the pain he knew she must be in. He could feel her hymen against his head and he took a deep breath, deciding to do this like ripping off a band-aid. He squeezed his grips on her hips slighlty, making sure he had a good hold, then shoved with his hips and pulled with his hands, ripping past the barrier of her virginity and stopping only when he reached another barrier, deeper within her, which guarded her womb. His breath came out in rapid, shallow gasps. He could barely contain himself as her body squeezed him like a velvet glove.
 
Upon feeling his hand between her legs, spreading the outer lips of her pussy, she glanced down once as he began to lower her slowly towards his cock. Swallowing softly, she took a deep breath as his cock began penetrating her slowly. At first she didn't mind but as he continued to lower her, it began getting uncomfortable as her inner lips struggled to stretch and accomodate the girth of his cock. Gritting her bottom lip, she whimpered and gripped his shoulders even tighter as he continued to push her down onto his length. The more he entered her, she wider she could feel him stretching her and she made a soft sound of pain and discomfort.

Finally, she felt him pause when she felt him press against her hymen, his groan of pleasure echoing in her ears. Suddenly she felt hip grip her hips and then she felt her body being jerked down while he shoved up with his hips and she felt her hymen rip and a scream was torn from her lips. The pain was almost overwhelming and her face was screwed up with pain and tears slowly dripped down her cheeks while several trails of blood made their way down his shaft from between her legs.

As she clung to him softly sobbing, she closed her eyes and buried her face into his chest as her body spasmed and squeezed his cock over and over as it tried to accept him. She was breathing heavily and her cheeks were bright red and wet with her tears.
 
He wrapped his arms around her as she clung to him. He couldn't stop himself, but he was determined that the gentleness of his hands would be a contrast to the pain. His body was screaming at him to start to move, to stroke himself in and out of her, and he gave in, deciding that trying to let her body adjust was probably a lost cause anyway. His tentacles moved her body back and forth in time with the thrusts of his hips. His breathing became heavier, more excited, but his touch on her back was still soft.

She was so tight that it seemed that like every square inch of his cock, that he could fit into her, was being pleasured at once. His body trembled and he let out a howl. He couldn't completely help himself, his hips were thrusting harder into her each time he entered her, and the pace was slowly building. There were was still an inch and a half of his length that wouldn't fit into her, stopped by the tight, firm wall of her cervix as it protects her womb. He willed his mind away from this thought, knowing the direction it would lead. He ran his hands softly up her back and shoulders, trying to be soft.
 
She felt a little comfort as he wrapped his strong arms around her body and she whimpered. A moment later he began moving her along his shaft. The wetness of both her blood and her arousal made it easier for him to move and she could feel every inch of him moving in and out of her over and over again. But even with that help, it still hurt for him to move and it was easy to tell by the way the tears continued to fall down her cheeks and the look of discomfort on her pretty face, though his soft gentle touch was comforting and helped her relax. Which in turn made his thrusting hurt less.

When he trembled and howled, she gasped and looked up at him with wide eyes before groaning as he thrust harder. Slowly, the pain continued to fade before just an inkling of pleasure began to build in her. As he thrust harder while moving her with the tentacles, her breasts rubbed against his chest and her stiff nipples dragged against his skin which just made that small inkling a little bigger and stronger. Slowly her breathing began to quicken and her cheeks turned red once more. Each time he rammed into her cervix, she gasped and trembled a little before biting her bottom lip as she pulled back from him a little. With the space now between them, her breasts began bouncing and jiggling a little.
 
His skin felt hypersensitive, and her hardened nipples brushing against his chest ignited his nerves so much that it almost felt like they were cutting him, the sensation drawing a deep lustful groan from his lips. Knowing that she was aroused was making it more of a challenge to keep slow and causing his spine to melt into a pool of trembling sexual excitement. He actually stumbled for a moment before regaining his balance, but the tentacles did a good job of keeping her from being jostled.

But when she leaned back and he saw her breasts start to bounce, that was it; he really lost it. He wasn't breathing so much as panting now, and his pace started to pick up. His hands were still gentle, but their grip was insistent, eager. His hips began to rock back and forth, pumping harder with each forward thrust. He kept bottoming out against her cervix, but he didn't seem to notice. His mouth was open, gasping out raspy lustful pants as if his nose couldn't bring enough air into his lungs to sustain him. He didn't realize how strong he was, so he didn't notice that his thrusts were getting pretty forceful. That is, he didn't notice it until... the head of his cock didn't bottom out against her cervix on one of his thrusts. It went through. Before he even realized what had happened, his entire length was buried in her body... the he head planted in her womb. He froze and his gold eyes widened, quickly searching hers. His mouth closed and he snapped back to reality with a serious look on his face.
 
As she was bounced a little and his cock moved in and out of her harder and faster over and over, she grasped his arms tightly in her hands. Her skin was flushed and her cheeks the same deep blood red shade as her red hair and she eyes were closed tightly. She could feel him slamming into her cervix each time he thrust up against her and she would softly squeak in pain. But what she didn't realize was that her cervix was beginning to weaken under his thrust. Slowly but surely, her gasps and whimpers of pain and discomfort began to turn into moans of pleasure and she stared up into his eyes as she tightened around him a little more if that was even possible.

But that pleasure she was feeling instantly left her when he pushed through her cervix. Her eyes widened as she opened and closed her mouth though no sound came out. She felt as if she had been kicked in the gut and she couldn't breath. Finally after a moment or two, she managed to breath in and she looked down to see a small bump in her stomach where his cock was before looking up at him to see the serious look on his face.
 
He met her eyes and his cock throbbed involuntarily. He growled at himself without thinking about how that would make her nervous. A look of agony passed through his face, but most of all his eyes. Since it was the best he could do, he willed himself not to move. It was hard, but he found his voice again. "Are you... pain? hurt?" he asked her, still breathless. His hand lightly stroked her arm, trying to comfort her.

(Sorry short)
 
The pain that she felt was different from when he took her virginity. That pain had been like receiving a shallow cut followed by a constent aching throb but the pain from him forcing his way into her womb was a mix of being stabbed in her lower abdomin and being kicked in the gut which stole her breath away. She was glad that he had managed to remain still for her and she noticed the look of agony in his face and his eyes. When he spoke, she nodded slightly. "Y-yes." she stammered. Feeling him stroke her arm, she gave him a shakey smile before leaning forward with a soft groan, resting her body against his with her arms wrapped around him.
 
It was automatic; when she leaned into him, he embraced her. He stroked her back and held her. He ran his fingers through her hair and pressed his warm cheek against hers. He fought his body for control. He deeply wanted to pull himself from her and hurt her no more, but his body wouldn't hear of it. And his body did have one good argument against that, in the current situation he wasn't sure that pulling wouldn't be even more painful for her.

He felt more than a little bit helpless, a slave to his lusts and unable to even fulfill them without going too far and hurting her. "What can... do? How help?" was all he could manage to say. He swallowed hard and tried to find the determination to meet whatever request she might possibly make. He stroked her hair and made a low noise that could best be described as purring; if he was going to be forced to be an animal, he wanted to try to be a comforting animal.
 
His embrace caused her to smile a little more and she relaxed a little more in his embrace and she nuzzled her face against his neck with a soft sigh. She didn't know how he did it but his gentleness managed to sooth her and he helped her to relax even more by running his fingers thought her messy red hair and pressing his cheek against her cheek. The woman could tell that he was fighting with himself over everything and in an act to help sooth him, she ran a hand over his shoulders and some of his back in a comforting way while running her fingers through his hair.

Though his words were a little hard to understand, she knew what he was asking and she just held onto him a little tighter. "Just.... just hold me." she whispered in his ear, her warm breath caressing his ear. "Hold me until the pain begins to subside a little and I'll tell you when I'm ready for you to move again." Closing her eyes, she rested her head against his shoulder as he begins to make a purring type sound.
 
Her touch was almost too much to bear. She was comforting him, and he couldn't believe it. His cheeks flushed hot with a blush and his eyes closed. It was overwhelming, and it pulled his humanity back to him. He enfolded her in his arms, cradling her against his chest.

"Are you sure you wouldn't rather just kill me?" he asked with clearer speech, responding to her words. His voice was soft and gently teasing as it came through his purring, and he was only half kidding. He opened his eyes again and watched her head gently rise and fall as his shoulders heaved in his breaths. She was beautiful, and he was hurting her. He tried, selfishly in his opinion, not to agonize over it. He gently stroked her back. He kissed her throat and her shoulder, kissing the wounds his teeth had made there. He ran his fingers through her hair consolingly. He purred softly in her ear. He tried not to hate himself.
 
Tilting her head back a little, she looked up at him in surprise when he spoke clearly before smiling gently and she shook her head. "No. Even if I wanted to, I wouldn't be able to anyways. You're so big and I'm so tiny." she said softly before softly laughing but a moment later her laughter died off as a small wave of pain ran through her. Taking a deep breath, she sighed and closed her eyes again as she listened to him purring. The sound was so soothing and it comforted her almost as much as his kind touch.

Slowly the pain faded and she managed to relax the rest of the way. She felt him kissing her throat and she gave a shakey sigh before she felt his lips against the bite in her shoulder and she softly gasped. The wounds on her shoulder were still bloody and they were already bruising but they were no longer bleeding. A shiver ran along her spine when he purred in her ear and she kissed his jaw before nipping at him. "You can start moving again." she murmured against his neck.
 
He couldn't suppress the groan of excitement his body produced at her invitation, but his eyes closed and he willed himself to think. How could she possibly be simply accepting this? Her kissing and nipping along his neck and jaw broke through the thoughts, and his body started moving regardless of what his will was trying to impose. His thrusts were slow and small at first, not as forceful as before, as if he were testing. His head didn't pull back through her cervix, but stayed lodged in her womb, stroking back and forth inside it. He swallowed hard and concentrated as his body insisted on rubbing itself along her insides. He needed to talk to her, to ask, "How can you be handling this?" He felt sure she didn't want it, she must just be accepting it. Why didn't she even sound like she hated him?

His hands gently held her hips, helping his tentacles move her slowly up and down his shaft. The sensations her labia were giving him at the base of his member were exquisitely intense. It seemed so unfair to him that his pleasure came at such a cost to her, and yet he couldn't help enjoying the feelings. Even though he was still moving slowly and trying to be gentle, his slightly frustrated length was pulsing hard inside her, screaming for more stimulation.
 
She felt him start to move against her and she gasped softly, closing her eyes as she nuzzled his cheek. It still hurt a little but she was beginning to get over it as he thrust slowly into her. She could feel the head of his cock rubbing inside of her and when she placed a hand on her belly, she could feel him through her skin and the wall of her womb as he moved. Hearing him speak again, she looked up at him and gazed into his eyes before shaking her head. "I-I don't know." she said softly. "I just am."

The woman ran her fingers over his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles as he moved her along his shaft. As he moved in and out of her, her clit dragged along his cock and she gasped as she trembled a little as her body tightened around his member. She could feel him throbbing inside of her and it made her sigh softly.
 
His body reacted to the signals of pleasure she was giving off, even if his mind refused to acknowledge them. The purring sound was getting louder and more raspy, welling up from deep inside him. He could feel his mind dulling again as his body and instincts were becoming more prominent. His hips and tentacles started to move her further, each time, each stroke, his head came closer and closer to dislodging from her womb before being buried deep in her again. He couldn't see it, but the tentacle around her waist could feel her stomach bulge ever so slightly with each reentry his head made into her. It drew a grunt from the back of his throat.

Without a conscious thought, another one of his tentacles slipped up over her thigh and found her clit, teasing it and pressing it down against against his member as the little nub dragged over his veins to make the friction more intense. His hands drifted away from her hips, still so gently running over her. One ran up her back and found her red locks, running slowly through her hair as their mating continued in slow, though not quite as gentle as before, rhythmic motions. He leaned back and his other hand cradled one of her breasts, gently squeezing it, almost lovingly. He swallowed hard and closed his eyes. He opened them to meet hers again and the familiar gold lust played around the edges of his dark pupils.
 
She began gasping and softly panting as he moved within her and she whimpered as eh began moving her further and she placed the hand that had been on her stomach on the tentacle that was wrapped around her and she stroked it lightly with her hand. The woman felt his tentacle slipping over one of her thighs and she cried out as it started to tease her clit and she moaned loudly as it pressed the sensative nub down against his member and she arched her back with another cry as jolts of raw pleasure raced through her body.

She felt her mind go fuzzy as her throughts were chased away by the pleasure she was feeling. As he continued to thrust in and out of her, she began moaning softly and she tilted her head back when she felt his hand running through her long hair and she moaned once again as he cupped one of her breasts and she stared up into his eyes. Her green eyes were dark with lust that ran through her and her cheeks were a dark red.
 
He grunted and his eyes melted further into lusty gold fire as they saw the lust in her deep green eyes. When she started to stroke the tentacle around her waist, it reacted. It started to feel a little bit stiff beneath her touch and veins that ran along it's length started to visibly pop out. It was almost as if the tentacle itself was getting aroused from her touch.

His head tossed back and he growled in lecherous delight. His body couldn't help itself; he began to thrust harder in and out of her until his head popped out from her womb, exiting her cervix and allowing it to reform itself as a barrier for a moment. It didn't last for more than half a second, though, as his cock came crashing back into her womb. His tentacles helped out, lifting and pulling her down in rhythm, as he continued to take her this way with longer, hard, insistent thrusts. It wasn't long until he was grunting with each of his thrusts and his member was noticeably starting to throb within her.

He craned his neck down and began to gently bite on her collarbone and the tops of her breasts as his body mated itself to hers. His fingers closed around her nipple and gently tweaked and pulled on the hardened flesh. Even his hand in her hair felt ravenous, though not rough. His fingertips wound themselves in her red locks and massaged her scalp. It was as if each part of his body had a mind of its own and was working on part of her body with lusty gusto.
 
She watched his eyes return to the gold that they had been earlier when he had caught her and she gasped softly while stroking the tentacle even more after noticing its reaction to her touch. Not understanding why it happened, but everything he was doing was making her even more aroused then before.

His growl of delight sent shivers down the red heads back and she groaned while shivering before a strangled cry slipped past her lips as he started thrusting harder into her. But when his cock popped out of her womb, she yelped in pain before he thrust back into her. Each time he thrust into her warm, wet, accepting body, she bounced a little and her breasts jiggled. Soon enough, her yelps of pain changed to moans and cries of pleasure. She could feel him hitting deep inside of her each time he bottomed out and she panted and gasped between her moans, her noises mingling with his grunts of pleasure.

The woman felt something building up deep inside of her and it made her tense a little as her body began tensing around his. She arched her back for him as he bit her collarbone and her breasts, crying out when he pinched her nipple. "I-I feel so... so weird." she whimpered to him.
 
When he heard her comments and felt her arch her back, his toes curled in pleasure. His voice was raspy through the deep husky purr, and it was obvious he was back to being more animal than human, "Maybe... you close... climax?" He grinned broadly at the thought, though it didn't make sense that she was in that much pleasure when surely everything he was doing was hurting her. He didn't really have a chance to think much about this though, she was driving him absolutely wild.

The tentacle she was rubbing was getting so excited that it unwrapped itself from around her body and held itself in front of her, nuzzling into her hand as if it were begging to be stroked. The others around her legs had to tighten up a little to keep her nice and steady as they lifted her along his cock, and then pulled her back down onto it. His cock was throbbing, but it seemed to back off of it's impending orgasm to wait for the tentacle to catch up. It was odd, even he was surprised. He had no idea his tentacles were sensitive to contact this way.
 
Shaking her head, she opened her eyes and gazed up at him while breathing heavily, noticing that his speach was reverting to how it had been earlier. "I-I don't know." she whimpered. "What... is climax?" She stared up into his eyes with wide eyes filled with lust and a little nervousness. Her body was close to climax but she didn't know that because she had never experianced an orgasm before and what she was feeling scared the girl a little.

When the tentacle around her waist unwrapped itself from her, she gasped as her body swayed and she had to lean forward so she wouldn't fall backward. Feeling it nuzzling against her hand, she stared down at the tentacle in curiosity before wrapping her hands around it and she started stroking the tentacle with her hands. Pulling it closer to her body, the woman began moving her hips a little against him while nestling the tentacle between her large breasts and she nuzzled her face against it, her fingers dancing over the warm surface of the tentacle and her breath washed over it as she moaned and panted heavily.
 
It was clear enough what her body was doing, even if he might not be able to fathom how or why. Explanation was a little out of the question given his state of mind at the moment, so the best he could do was a little reassurance. "Let feeling... happen... will feel good.... you'll like," he said between purring pants. He smiled at her and his gold eyes rolled back in his head a few times. His hands slid down her body to squeeze and rub her hips gently, then slid down to cup her ass, gently rubbing her encouragingly.

He swallowed hard when she wrapped her hands around his tentacle and started to stroke it, but when she nestled it between her breasts and rubbed it against her face, he let out a howl and his purring started to sound almost like growling deep in his throat. The tentacle reacted by getting more rigid in her hands and revealing a little slit in it's tip that began to ooze a clear, sticky liquid. The scent was undeniably that of precum, but it was mixed with a concentrated amount of his pheromones. His brain filed that away for when his mind returned to normal; apparently the tentacles themselves were the pheromone emitters. He was losing control a little and starting to slam his hips into hers whenever he bottomed out deep in her core. Her chest and neck were quickly becoming sticky with the oozing precum/pheromone mixture from his excited tentacle.
 
Even though he didn't explain what a climax was, the woman couldn't help but trust him when he said that it would feel good and she nodded slightly. As her pleasure sky rocketed, her toes curled as her moans got even louder until they filled the woods and seemed to echoe around them as he rubbed her hips and then her ass.

His howl sent shivers down her spine and she moaned again as she bucked her hips and stroked the tentacle faster, her head tilting back as the clear sticky liquid oozed out of the tip of the tentacle. She could feel the precum dripping onto her neck and chest before rolling down her skin, coating her neck and breasts. Lifting her head a moment later, she licked the tip of the tentacle before her eyes widened as her pupils dilated as the pheromones mixed in the precum took affect on the womans body and she licked him once more, but the pleasure was too much for her. Throwing her head back, she screamed as her body began convulsing around his pistoning cock as she came, her body writhing and bucking upon his cock.
 
Her reaction and her orgasm were too much for him. His whole body tensed as he went over the cliff into his own orgasm. He growled in ecstasy and grabbed onto her hips, burying his entire length in her and waited for it to explode. He didn't have to wait long. His body trembled and shook as his cock throbbed and started spewing thick, sticky cum directly into her waiting womb. And it wasn't just warm like human cum, it was hot enough to be noticeable, though not painful. There was so much cum, and his cock was big enough to block it from escaping, that her stomach started to bulge out as it was filled.

The cascading orgasm in his loins caused his tentacle to start to tremble and throb exactly as his cock was... Before he even knew what was happening, the tentacle at her neck start spraying a hot, thick, milky white goo onto her face, neck and chest that could only be cum, and by the scent of it, mixed with pure pheromone. His head tossed back in extreme pleasure as he essentially experienced two orgasms at once. He was standing up on his tip toes in a desperate attempt to keep all of himself buried inside her, and his free tentacles had to rush to the ground in order to steady himself.
 
She gasped as he tensed and burried his length deep inside of her, gazing up at him while panting for breath and trembling. A moment later she felt him tremble between her legs as his cock began to throb deep within her womb before she felt his hot cum filling her. The womans eyes widened with surprise and she cried out in pleasure as he filled her with more and more of his release. Slowly looking down, she was shocked to see her stomach start to bulge out.

But when the tentacle started to spray her with a hot, thick white moisture onto her, she gasped and closed her eyes as it landed on her face, neck and chest. Moaning, she tightened around him then relaxed before tightening again, her body milking his cock for every drop of his release as she continued to stroke his tentacle that she was holding in her hands. Though as she started to come down from the pleasurable high that her climax put her in, she slowly slumped towards him and rested on his chest with a soft sigh.
 
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