Without warning, he spun me around and bent me over the middle bench, positioning me so my ass was presented to him, my chest pressed against the hot wood of the upper tier. His massive paws gripped my hips, holding me in place.
"Stay," he commanded, and then his touch disappeared.
I remained frozen in position, heart pounding, cock throbbing between my legs. I heard him moving behind me, the sound of something being opened, and then his presence returned.
A dollop of cool lube landed between my ass cheeks, making me gasp at the temperature contrast. The werewolf's finger, as thick as two of my own, began to work the lube into my hole, circling and probing with surprising gentleness.
"Breathe," he instructed as the tip of his finger pushed inside me. "Relax for me."
I forced myself to take deep breaths, willing my muscles to loosen as he worked me open. One finger became two, stretching me wider than I'd been in months. The burn was exquisite, a perfect counterpoint to the heat of the sauna. My moans echoed off the cedar walls as he scissored his fingers inside me, stretching me with methodical patience.
"That's it," he growled approvingly, adding a third massive digit. "Good boy. Take it all."
The pressure was intense, bordering on painful, but my body responded eagerly, my hole clutching at his fingers as they pushed deeper. He found my prostate with unerring accuracy, the rough pad of his middle finger stroking over it until my legs shook and pre-cum dripped steadily from my cock.
"Please," I gasped, pushing back against his hand. "I need more."
"Greedy little human," he chuckled, but his voice was thick with lust. "Don't worry. You'll get everything I have to give."
He withdrew his fingers slowly, leaving me feeling empty and desperate. I heard the sound of more lube being applied, and then the blunt head of his cock was pressing against my entrance. Despite the thorough preparation, I tensed involuntarily at the sheer size of him.
"Relax," he commanded again, one paw stroking soothingly down my spine while the other guided his massive cock. "I won't hurt you. Much."
The pressure increased gradually as he pushed forward, the tapered head of his cock easing the way. There was a moment ofburning resistance, and then my body yielded, the head slipping inside with a pop that drew a strangled cry from my throat.
The werewolf froze, giving me time to adjust. "Breathe," he reminded me, his own breath coming in heavy pants that ruffled the hair on the back of my neck.
I struggled to follow his instruction, my body caught between the instinct to reject the intrusion and the desperate need for more. Slowly, the burning subsided, replaced by a fullness that bordered on sublime. He was so much bigger than anyone I’d taken in months. The sheer girth of his cock felt like it was splitting me in half in the most delicious way possible.
"More," I managed to gasp, and the werewolf rumbled his approval.
He began to feed his cock into me inch by excruciating inch. The stretch was beyond anything I'd experienced before, a relentless pressure that seemed impossible to accommodate. Yet somehow my body continued to yield, drawing him deeper until I felt I might split in two. Was it the ocean-creature’s cum that had made me so pliable? Or maybe it was just the fact that this werewolf, whoever he was, seemed to have taken control of me completely. Either way, I just needed more cock.
"So tight," he growled, his paws gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. "You’re more capable than I thought you’d be. Most can’t take me farther than halfway."
I could feel his knot pressing against my entrance now, driving any reply I might’ve had from my mind. His knot still wasn’t fully swollen but already daunting in its size as it pulsed against my ass. The werewolf paused, buried nearly to the hilt, allowing me one final moment to adjust before the real claiming began.
"Ready?" he asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.
Words failed me, so I simply nodded, bracing myself against the bench. That was all the permission he needed. He withdrew almost completely, leaving just the head inside, then slammed forward in one powerful thrust that drove the breath from my lungs.
The force of it pushed me up against the upper bench, my chest sliding across the slick cedar as a shout tore from my throat. The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect storm of pleasure and pain that left me gasping. He held still for a moment, letting me feel every throbbing inch of his massive cock buried deep inside me.
"Fuck," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of our heavy breathing.
The werewolf's response was a low, rumbling chuckle. "We're just getting started, little human."
He began to move then, setting a rhythm that was both punishing and perfect. Each thrust drove me higher up the bench, the wood slick with our combined sweat. His cock stretched me impossibly wide, the ridge of his head dragging against my inner walls with each withdrawal before plunging back in to claim me completely.
My own cock was trapped between my body and the bench, the friction adding another layer of sensation to the overwhelming assault on my senses. The heat of the sauna intensified everything, the slide of sweat between us, the burn in my lungs, and the way my skin felt hypersensitive to every touch.
"Damn you’re good," the werewolf growled, his pace increasing. "Such a perfect little cock sleeve."
His words sent electricity through my spine, and I pushed back to meet his thrusts, desperate for more. The sound of our bodies colliding echoed off the cedar walls, punctuated by my increasingly desperate moans and his animalistic grunts.
The werewolf's knot was swelling now, catching against my rim with each thrust. The pressure was incredible, a promise of the complete claiming to come. I could feel my body beginning to yield even to that massive obstruction, my hole stretching wider with each pass.
"I’m going to knot you," he panted, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Going to fill you so full you'll taste my cum."
