Robert slashed the back of his neck to pieces,flesh torn from just below his hairline to his shoulder he collapsed, lying on the wooded ground beneath the iron searing moon. The blood gushed from his shoulder and he lost all sensation, the smell of the blood filling his nostrils reminding him of pints of cum, cloying and animal in it's oppression.
Roberts strain tore through his, making sap and new growth to the marrow of his bones, pulling him towards the moon and the earth in an epileptic vibration, his cock rose, rock hard and ejaculated of itself till his balls ached, cum was flooding from the groin of his jeans, glistening onto his belly. His flesh congealed, darkened, warmed itself with brown fur, rounded his body shapes, softened his face, enlarged his mouth, sharpened his nails. He rolled, as a hairy creature on the mulched ground, the hurt of his shoulder had gone.
Robert came back and held him on the ground, their nuzzles met, the great heads nipped and teased each other, the furry haunches naturally folded over each other, Jacks rear quaters humped and rubbed over Robert. They began to wrestle with their powerful forequaters, testing their strength, hugging and holding hard. Their muzzles clashed again, both their cocks rose and rubbed against each other, the wetness glistening and slurping between their legs, as they locked muzzles one last time their cocks exploded, one massive werewolf orgasm coating and matting both of their fur, they licked each other clean and then they caught the scent of the big cats hunting. Robert took off first and Jack followed. They would make mischeif together.
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