A/N: Not quite a Christmassy finish to this year's Santa/festive fics, but a lewd one all the same, I feel~
That said, do enjoy this knotty fic, and Merry Christmas~
Wolf and His Mates
The Commander had lycanthropy.
A disease so rare it was said to be mere myth, one where it transformed the afflicted into a Werewolf on a full moon. Ridding them of their human form and giving them one of a bipedal wolf, it was a curse that plagued him heavily during his formative years, especially when explanations were few and far between. It was only when he came into the care of a doctor from the Sakura Empire that he was given even a glimmer of understanding into his condition, and how to handle it.
First, staying out of moonlight would not prevent the transformation, but would at least make the bestial instincts easier to handle – particularly the more wolfish ones to eat and hunt, which were understandably dangerous when talking about a hulking wolf-man. Secondly, being around others helped with keeping him sane, as he essentially ran down the clock until the moon sank beyond the horizon, transforming him back to normal without issue.
Naturally when he became a commander in the Azur Lane some precautions had to be taken, particularly having some of his subordinates with him through the night to keep him calm and, if needed, subdue him. Being what they were they could easily pin him down and restrain him until he turned back to normal... but of course with time, such things were unnecessary as the girls grew closer to him. Close enough, in fact, that they found an 'alternative use' for his lycanthropy.
''Mm... does it suit me?''
Helena relayed her query with an uncertain lilt, cheeks pink as she turned this way and that, checking herself out in the mirror. A mirror which showed her current outfit, the short red Santa skirt barely reaching her thighs whilst leaving plenty of tummy on display, the bandeau top she wore covering her chest but little else as well. Some thigh-highs the same festive colours as her clothes clad her legs but otherwise she was bereft of clothing, exposing an embarrassing amount of skin.
''Aye. Looks lovely on you.'' Warspite affirmed with a smirk.
She too was wrapped up in festive attire, some snow-white pantyhose covering her legs and a red waistcoat-like dress covering her slender torso, a long white scarf wound around her neck. Much more conservative and cosy despite the things they were about to do.
''I agree. You look cute Helena.'' Suzuya added her two cents, petting her shoulder soothingly.
Much like Warspite Suzuya had wrapped herself up in festive attire. Only unlike Warspite Suzuya had decided to wear a much more revealing outfit – that being a Santa bikini. The top barely covered her large, soft-looking breasts whilst her lower half was covered by a skirt no longer than Helena's own, showing plenty of skin and shamelessly so at that.
Then again, they had no plans to go outside, Helena reminded herself with a blush. Her gaze cast itself over to Seydlitz as the last of them finished putting their outfit on – hers being a pair of festive red short-shorts with a black belt around her waist, joining the short crop-top that kept her taut tummy on full display. The Battlecruiser was no doubt aware of how much skin she showed, her cheeks an eternal pink, but Helena shot her a shy smile as encouragement, earning one in return.
''Right. Are we all ready?'' Warspite inquired, looking about the room.
At their unified affirmations Warspite nodded, beckoning them to follow as she led them through the Commander's house – exiting the guest room and crossing the narrow corridor. Even though it was just a few paces the soundproofed nature of the walls made it feel so much quieter... until Warspite opened the door to his room. Immediately the rough, animalistic grunts of an animal in heat reached Helena's ears and the blue-haired cruiser flushed, anticipation sparking in her loins as she hurriedly nudged Warspite in, following after the diminutive Battleship.
The moment they entered the room proper the animalistic grunts quietened; replaced by heavy panting. The warmth within Helena grew as she laid her eyes on the Commander in his transformed state – his already well-built form replaced by a hulking beast around six to seven feet tall – probably as high as nine when standing fully upright. Brown fur covered his body from snout to toes, his maw ajar and letting heavy breaths escape, whilst distinctly coherent blue eyes stared back at her with need.
''We've arrived, Commander.'' Warspite announced, though some pinkness coloured her cheeks – her eyes, perhaps naturally, straying down his furry chest and to his crotch.
To where his large, erect member already stood at full mast, throbbing and needy.
''A-Ahem... Helena, you first.''
Had it been her first time with such a duty Helena might've whimpered and protested, but it was most certainly not her first time in this situation. Thus with a soft, almost shudder-laden agreement Helena crossed the room, her strides fast and soon bringing her before the Commander – the hulking beast sat on the edge of his bed looking down at her as she knelt, her face only getting redder when she caught his eyes straying from her face down to her boobs.
''A-Allow me, Commander...'' Helena uttered, shifting in closer.
His furry legs opened up a little more as she got close, his towering mast in her face with a distinct twitch to it, tempting her lips around the head. The Commander growled – a low, feral sound – but Helena wasn't discouraged, her eyes closing as she sat up more and angled herself down his dick, accepting inch after inch of his swollen cock between her lips. Her hands came to hold the base at the same time, his thickness such that she needed to use both hands to grip him properly, her hands stroking up when her mouth retreated and descending when she lowered down again.
Though her motions were tentative at first they gained steam quickly, familiarity guiding her along the Commander's thick wolf cock. It was so big it made her shiver in anticipation, her right hand soon leaving his cock and instead touching herself through her panties – the act so embarrassingly shameful with others in the room, but she couldn't stop it. The thickness of his wolfish cock, the scent of his musk in her nose as she accommodated him with her mouth, it made her loins ache with need.
The others weren't no simply on the sidelines either. With a saucy smirk Suzuya plopped herself down on the Commander's left side whilst Seydlitz took the right, both Santa girls resting their hands on his arms, running their fingers through his fur. That was until the Commander grunted and shifted his clawed hands along their sides and down their backs, grabbing their asses and pulling them close. Suzuya cooed whilst Seydlitz yelped, their cheeks both becoming pink nonetheless – his rough, possessive hold telling of what he'd do to them given time.
''Mmph, mmghk... nngh...''
Helena's brow scrunched as she took the Commander in deeper, his taste rich in her mouth and hastening her right wrist – her fingers pushing and rubbing her pussy through the fabric, tending to her needs as she did his. The Commander growled in approval, hips instinctively wanting to buck, but Helena quickly put both hands on his thighs to keep them down and bobbed her head faster, sucking her way along his thick doggy cock.
Deeper and deeper she went until he hit the back of her throat. It made her twitch, wanting to gag, but she held the instinct back and took him deeper – her brow scrunching as she felt him penetrate down her throat. Still she took him in even more, angling her head so he could sheathe down her throat, her eyes watering a touch as he cut off her oxygen supply – and then at last she did it, getting the base of his cock into her mouth.
A hand petted her back – Warspite. ''Good. Keep going now.''
Helena obeyed. With her lips around the base of his cock she sucked all the way up to the head and drew in a quick breath before plunging herself back down, her lips parting wide to accommodate his length. The base of his cock swelled as she worked, her sucks becoming more earnest as she pleasured the wolf before her, her nose brushing against his crotch and her eyes stinging as she strained herself to blow him – but despite the strain, despite the slight discomfort, it turned her on.
As did the feeling of the knot swelling up against her lips. With haste she deep-throated him, taking him in deep and sucking his cock as best she could, her head-bobs short but earnest. She felt him swell more and more until his wolfish knot ballooned out, like a ring of flesh that would plug her pussy and keep all of his puppy batter inside of her. With him in her mouth though the only place that batter would be going is down her throat; the knot plugging her mouth and preventing her from pulling her head back, his tip jabbing down her throat as she pulled back and plunged back down.
Aided by Warspite who held the back of her head, uttering quiet assurances and encouragements as she throated the Commander. She couldn't pull back more than an inch or two, his knot hitting the back of her teeth and his pointy cock-head thrusting down her gullet. Breathing became hard and unconsciousness teased her mind, the edges of her vision starting to darken as he repeatedly blocked her airways, her mind light as she thought of nothing but his musky, throat-filling monster cock-!
And then with a howl fitting of his nature the Commander climaxed down her throat. Helena's eyes snapped open wide and she hurried to swallow the torrent of cum he spilled down her throat, his baby batter thick and profuse as she swallowed it all. With his knot in her mouth she couldn't even pull back to avoid it, not with Warspite's hand on the back of her head, keeping her deep down his dick as his cum filled her throat spurt by spurt.
Just as unconsciousness seemed ready to claim her the torrent slowed, and with some effort Helena opened her mouth as wide as physically possible, getting her teeth around the knot – and jerked back, gasping in lungfuls of air as she narrowly avoided choking on his cum.
''You did well.'' She heard Warspite praise her, the Battleship's firm hand resting on her shoulder. ''Do you feel well enough to continue?''
Helena raised her gaze, some cum dribbling from the corner of her mouth until she wiped it away, her gaze drawn to the mammoth cock before her. One which, despite just cumming, was still standing tall – the knot equally as swollen. Her loins ached for it, and without a word spoken the soft-spoken cruiser rose to her feet, climbing aboard the Commander's lap – her eyes on his bestial maw and clear blue eyes, before lowering to stare at his monstrously big dick. So big she wouldn't be surprised if it was too much for a normal human woman to take.
Good thing she and the others were durable, then.
Gently touching his chest Helena pushed him onto his lap, squeaking as his knees rose too and pushed her forwards, her hands on his stomach as she kept herself upright. In the process though she'd lifted her ass up a bit too much, and when she lowered her waist she felt his cock-head graze her underwear. With lips pursed and embarrassment burning her cheeks she reached under her skirt and hurriedly pulled her panties to one side, exposing her pussy to the Commander's wolfish cock, her petals already wet and sticky with her own need.
Need that coaxed her into rubbing against his tip, feeling him nudge and part her petals, stimulating a little moan out of her. She rocked more, losing herself in the sensation...
...until the Commander grabbed her hips and yanked her down.
Helena threw her head back with a startled cry and eyes wide, feeling his monstrous cock abruptly stuff her nearly all the way – his thick, saliva-covered knot pressing up against her pussy, unable to fit inside of her yet. Not that it stopped him from dropping his hips and slamming them back up, stuffing her needy pussy and making Helena shake, her eyes screwing shut and another moan tumbling off of her tongue, her fingers curling and gripping at his fur.
Then of her own volition she began to ride him. The Commander's bucking thrusts slowed as she took the reigns, her rolling hips lifting her up until only the tip was inside before she dropped back down, the deep plunge nearly making her see stars – and want his dick even more. Grabbing fistfuls of his fur Helena jammed herself down onto his swollen girth, feeling her inner walls part for his intruding shaft until the bulbous rubbed against her innermost parts, nearly filling her completely but just missing an inch or two.
His knot. Helena whined and pursed her lips, grinding herself down on his cock for a few moments before going back to bouncing, earnestly trying to get it inside of her pussy. She was so close, aided when the Commander snarled and bucked his hips, thrusting his cock up into her and pressing his knot against her entrance, pushing and prying-!
Until it slipped in. It was so abrupt it felt like it had shrunk solely to fit inside of her, but regardless of the how and the why it made Helena black out for a split-second – and cry out the next, her head throwing itself back as she was stretched out. Having his cock inside of her was one thing but to feel his knot stretch her out was another thing entirely, her head light as she succumbed to the fullness within her.
The Commander, of course, was too impatient to wait for her to adjust.
And so with claws on her hips it pounded itself up into her pussy, fucking a sharp cry out of Helena as his wolfish cock stirred up her pussy. The Commander's formidable stamina showed itself as he slammed up into her without slow or relent, his hips in constant motion and sheathing his sizeable cock within her, stretching her out to the point it felt like she might break – and Helena loved it.
She loved the fullness. She loved the feeling of being fucked so passionately. She loved the feeling of his fur between her fingers. She loved every moment of it, her gasps growing shallower and her motions jerkier, the pressure in her loins fast building as he fucked her to her limit.
Biting her lip Helena looked down at the Commander, her chest feeling uncomfortably strained by her top – and prompting the cruiser to grab the front and pull her bandeau top up, her breasts bouncing free. ''Commander, I-I'm close...!''
Whether it was her horny words or the sight of her bare breasts bouncing in his face, the Commander howled with primal need, his lower half slamming up into her with the power of a jack-hammer. Helena tried to work her hips too but his thrusts were too powerful; fucking the sense out of her and leaving her little more than his cock-sleeve in that moment, her body shaking as his knot tugged and pulled on her opening, unable to come out but slingshotting the Commander's hips back up, plunging his shaft into her sheath, his cock into her quim, his key into her lock-!
Until she peaked, a rapturous wail escaping Helena as she orgasmed – hard. Her whole body was electrified and she convulsed on his lap, held steady by his big wolfish hands as he howled with her, his seed a force of nature as it erupted into her womb. He flooded her aplenty, his baby batter clinging to every crease and crevice of her baby chamber – every throb of his cock preluding the next gush of virility he spilled inside of her.
Helena could do nothing but accept it; gasping and shaking atop his monument of a cock as he impregnated her – and of that she had no doubt, judging by Mainz being pregnant with her second child and Arizona with her third, among the dozen other women who 'aided' their beloved Commander. And as she felt his warmth settle deep inside of her groin, his knot stopping any from leaking out, she knew she'd join them in motherhood soon enough.
A shudder roiled through her at the thought; a littler moan escaping the cruiser as she relaxed, easing down onto his lap. His cock was still firmly in her pussy but he was taking a breather at least, giving her the chance to do the same – and, of course, get off of him before he took to rutting her a second time.
Biting her lip Helena lifted herself up, whimpering as she felt his knot tug on her insides, plugging her entrance. Undeterred Helena lifted herself more, exerting her superhuman strength with a growing whine – and with a yelp she sprung up, his knot popping out of her. The sudden absence allowed his cum to drool out of her stretched pussy, his seed so hot and sticky it left the blue-haired cruiser mewling.
Suzuya though could barely keep her hands to herself; crooning sweetly as she massaged his swollen cock. The Commander growled, blue eyes piercing into Suzuya's honeyed ones, but with a teasing smirk Suzuya just shifted closer and attempted to mount him.
'Attempted' being the key word, as she didn't get more than halfway before the Werewolf grabbed her hips and flipped them over. Suzuya yelped, her cheeks darkening as he mounted her and ripped her skirt right off, revealing she wasn't wearing any panties underneath. Something that came in handy as the Commander lined himself up, his swollen wolf cock prodding her sex – before with a thrust he claimed Suzuya as his own, her cry euphoric.
''Hnaah~! Commander, you beast~!''
The Commander retorted with a guttural growl, his eyes narrowed with the need to correct the naughty oni under him – his paws clutching at her thighs and lifting, then folding them over her; mating-pressing Suzuya into the bed. The oni moaned in reply, the breath fucked out of her as the beast on top of her so gladly slammed itself down into her, his sizeable shaft stretching her out – much to her audible delight.
Helena shuffled closer then, cheeks rosy but a little smile on her lips as she sat off to the couple's left, watching their lewd act only momentarily before reaching out and petting the Commander's head. He made a noise of annoyance but didn't fight her hold, not even when she pulled him over and kissed his shout, running her fingers through his fur.
''Good boy...'' Helena whispered, her cheeks darkening as she said it. ''Make sure to give Suzuya lots of love too, okay?''
The Commander rolled his eyes – a distinctly odd sight when done by a Werewolf – but obliged regardless. As if he was ever going to refuse.
''Haha~'' Suzuya laughed breathlessly from below, her bikini top askew and her right tit popped out. ''I can handle whatever you throw at me Commander, so you best not go easy on me- ee~!''
Suzuya's sensual words broke out into a squeal as the Commander replied by slamming himself down into her, his swollen knot kissing her sex as he jack-hammered her into the bed. His pace reflected his form as he pounded her like a wild animal, his knot impacting her entrance but not quite penetrating her yet, but the prospect left Suzuya wound up – her moans liberal as he plunged into her dripping snatch without relent.
The sheer force behind his thrusts made the mattress squeak in protest, not helped by all their weight on it, but Helena just stroked his nape and watched as her fellow 'attendant' was squashed down into the bed, her toes curling in her festive-patterned socks from the unfathomable pleasure she was feeling. A sensation no doubt shared with the Commander, his breathing harsh and as animalistic as he looked, losing himself to the mating process.
''Mn~! Yes, almost in...!'' Suzuya moaned out, voice curtailing into a whine. ''I can feel it Commander, stick it in please. Your knot, just, hng, g-get it inside already!''
The Commander snarled in response, an extra-strong slam of his hips making Suzuya cry out, his knot smacking against her entrance – when at last it was shoved inside of her. The sudden penetration made Suzuya throw her head back, eyes wide as she felt her insides be stretched open by the fleshy knot; one that raked at her walls as the Commander continued thrusting. The knot swelled quickly, fitting itself into place and plugging her entrance, assuring any seed spilled inside of her would remain in her.
And Suzuya loved it. With a shamelessness that left Helena blushing Suzuya moaned, her throaty calls only enticing the Commander to press her – aided when she clutched onto his furry chest and pulled him down more. Without missing a beat the Commander parted his jaws, his tongue slipping out, and Suzuya reciprocated without a hint of shame; moaning as she pushed her tongue up against his own. Due to his being much bigger than hers, though, he dominated hers easily and pushed his tongue into her mouth, leaving her able to do naught but suck on it.
''M-Myn~!'' A potent throb of his cock, though, made Suzuya pull away – her breathing ragged and sharp. ''You're close aren't you Commander?''
A low, affirmative growl.
''Then let it out.'' Suzuya clutched onto the back of her thighs, keeping them pressed and freeing his own hands. ''Ravish me like we both want you to~''
The Commander didn't deign that with an answer, either human or bestial – opting instead to grab onto the quilt and slam his body down unto hers, fucking a delighted squeal out of Suzuya. The oni-girl wrapped her legs tightly around him, ankles unable to lock due to his wider hips but not stopping her from trying anyway. Even though the knot prevented the Commander from pulling out Suzuya made every indication of what she wanted, her fingers pulling him close and her feel digging into the back of his thighs, refusing to let him not impregnate her.
The Commander's cock swelled in response, his thrusts short but rapid as he ploughed the naughty oni under him. One swipe of his claws cut her bikini top open completely, enabling her large breasts to jiggle free – the entrancing bounce holding his gaze even as he rutted her. That was until Suzuya's horny moans coaxed his blue eyes back up to her head, his jaw clenching as he only sped up further, his hip muscles so much stronger than a normal human's; every thrust powerful enough to shake the bed-!
And with a snap, one of the boards under the mattress broke.
The snap made part of the mattress dip down suddenly – his knot tugging on her entrance in the split-second before he slammed into her once more, but it was enough. Enough for them both.
''C-Comm- nnyaah~!'' Suzuya threw her head back with a sharp, euphoric squeal, her eyes screwing shut as she suffered the single most intense orgasm of her life.
One pushed to greater heights as the Commander let loose a roar and nutted inside of her; flooding her with his semen so plentifully there was zero doubt she'd get knocked up. As if to affirm that he pressed down on her harder, his cock-head rutting up against her cervix as he did his damnedest to impregnate the fertile oni under him. Even with how much he came not a dribble leaked out, his knot keeping the puppy batter deep within her quivering, clenching cunt, refusing to let her leave this room unimpregnated.
The Commander remained like that for another few moments, making sure every last drop had sept from his tip, before with a grunt he pulled back. Suzuya whined, the noise building up into a husky moan as he pulled back, his knot tugging on her entrance, refusing to let them part – until with a sticky pop it came out, allowing a deluge of cum to spill out of Suzuya and dribble down her ass, the lewd sensation making her coo.
''K... Kommandant.'' Seydlitz suddenly called out. ''M-Might I go next?''
The wolfish beast turned to look at her, lust in his blue eyes as he found the Santa-girl rather meekly shuffling further along the bed towards the pillows. Rather than lay down on them though she got down on all fours, face red and eyes shyly meeting his own – fully aware that his attention was going to her ass. An ass the Commander shuffled towards, leaving behind a moaning Suzuya as she made small talk with Helena; Warspite busy getting some tissues for the pair.
His claws carefully dug into the waistband of Seydlitz's short-shorts, the fluffy white trim tickling his palms – right before he ripped them off. The Battlecruiser yelped at the sudden undressing, her face only glowing a brighter shade of embarrassment, but the Commander didn't stop. He'd accidentally ripped her panties off with the motions and as such there was nothing to hide Seydlitz's peachy rear, coaxing a low growl out from the back of his throat as he got behind her, his large paws on either side of her as he dry-humped her, his growl husky in her ear.
''Mn, Kommandant...'' Seydlitz meekly lowered her head, sticking her ass up in the process – making the angle just right. ''Please put it- a- AH!''
Seydlitz got her wish as his tip grazed her opening – and with a strong thrust, he claimed her. His girth sunk deep easily, her wet insides readily clenching around his girth and squeezing him lovingly, only to be parted further as he buried himself in her more; growling into her ear as he began to rut her. Even though the knot wasn't in yet Seydlitz was already gasping; her expression pinched as she tried and failed to hold back her embarrassingly-loud moans.
A task made much harder as he got into the swing of things, his knees digging into the bed as he pumped himself into her wetness. Though it wasn't her first time his sheer size was enough to leave Seydlitz gasping and clutching at the pillows, her lips pursing but failing to hold back her throaty moans. Moans that only grew more frequent as his thrusts did; every buck of his waist burying himself into Seydlitz's submissive cunt, his knot plapping against her petals but not penetrating her quite yet.
The anticipation of the inevitable arguably turned her on just as much as the sex itself did; her groans becoming whinier as her arms quaked. Said arms soon gave out under the pleasure and Seydlitz buried her face in the pillows with a moan, the noise only partially muffled by the material. If anything that just encouraged the Commander to up the ante; growls of arousal escaping his maw as he bucked his strong hips, pistoning his large cock into her with a force some might find excessive.
But Seydlitz was a Battlecruiser; she could take a bit of punishment. And punishment he delivered, a slew of smacks echoing through the air as the beast pounded her cunt mercilessly, his knot pressing itself against her opening as it sough to fit itself into her, to assure her chances of motherhood. Had she the strength Seydlitz would no doubt have pushed her ass back towards him but as it was all she could do was take it; her moans growing as he stirred up her pussy with every bestial thrust, ramming himself into her tunnel at a maddening pace.
''M-Mmn! Mm! K-Kommand- nnah!'' Seydlitz dug her fingers into the bed, her insides clenching around his bestial cock. ''If you're that rough-''
The Battlecruiser made the mistake of propping herself up on her elbows, looking back at him – and a squeak escaped her as he laid his large paws on her shoulders. Nary a second later she got a taste of the pillows as he shoved her face-down into them, a feral snarl escaping the Commander as he pounded her with sudden force, ramming himself against her – when his knot, at last, forced itself into her. Even though she knew it'd been coming it still took Seydlitz off-guard, her cry muffled by the pillows as her pussy was stretched out by his big fat knot, her toes curling and back arching from the lightning bolt that shocked up her spine.
Alas there was no mercy, no breather given – the pillow muting her ensuing wail as the Commander ravaged her into the sheets, churning her insides up with his knot. Intimately she could feel it inside as it tugged and pressed against her insides, opening her up while his tip battered her cervix, his cock so filling that it left her sore in the best way possible. It left her breathing heavily, her eyes open but unseeing as she took the savage rutting, her insides clenching and squeezing him, her body coiling tight-!
And then she came, a choked scream escaping the noble Battlecruiser as she was rutted like a bitch in heat. The Commander howled and slammed into her one final time, a thick, turgid torrent of wolfish cum filling her. The infusion of warmth made her mind go white, her jaw slack as her scream dribbled off into a whimper, her body twitching so powerfully it hurt her sore muscles.
''Ah... Kommandant, it- hyaa!''
Then when she least expected it the Commander got a second wind; ploughing her cum-filled pussy and stirring up the thick mess inside of her. With his knot plugging her pussy none of it could escape, forcibly stirred about by his thrusting shaft and battering her cervix with his tip – before a second, equally-plentiful load erupted inside of her. So plentiful in fact Seydlitz could feel her groin bulging a little, her right hand hurriedly running down her tummy and touching her groin – shuddering as she felt the bulge.
'M-Mein gott...' She whimpered, gently pressing on the bulge, her womanhood pleasantly sore from being so stuffed. 'I'll surely be put on desk duty for the next week...'
A shiver danced along her spine as the Commander growled, and a whine escaped Seydlitz as he pulled back. She pushed her ass back into his groin but the Commander held onto her sides, refusing her pitiable advances as he pulled and pulled and pulled – until at last his knot was tugged out, the sudden pop making her spasm. Almost immediately she could feel his cum pour out of her like cream coming out of a piping bag, her tensing muscles squeezing the excess puppy batter out of her.
Thoroughly fucked Seydlitz just collapsed; moaning dumbly into the pillow, uncaring of the slowly-forming stain of cum under her loins.
The Commander meanwhile turned his eyes onto the vulnerable Helena and Suzuya, the former blushing and the latter smirking enticingly at him – but before he could even shuffle their way, a sharp whistle reached his ears.
''Heel!'' The command lured his eyes over to Warspite who stood some paces away from the bed, arms crossed and expectant.
A thin line of amusement creased the Werewolf Commander's lips and he approached; sliding off of the bed and marching up to her. Considering her already short height when he was a human his wolfish height left him towering over her – easily nine feet high compared to her five foot or less. And as such, when at his full height, Warspite was left staring at his erect phallus.
Warmth coloured her cheeks at that but she huffed, turning her back onto him... before bending over; peeling her snow-white pantyhose down to her thighs and exposing her bare sex, her puffy petals already glistening with her unhidden want. His cock trembled with excitement at the sight, even more so as Warspite bent over and placed both hands on the wall, emphasising her small but perky rear.
''Hmph, get on with it then, Commander.''
The Commander grabbed her hips, his claws firmly holding onto her – before he picked her up.
''Whuh-!'' Warspite flailed momentarily, flinching as he pulled her back against his furry chest. ''C-Commander? What's the meaning of...''
She got her answer as his tip touched her pussy; both of his hands sliding up her pantyhose-clad legs to hold just under her knees, leaving her suspended right above his hard, throbbing cock, the tip touching her wet pussy. She gulped, slowly lifting her gaze to look at him, a flustered smile on her lips-
-and then he dropped her down. His cock, already quite big, met some resistance as he plunged into her narrow pussy, stretching Warspite out even more than the others did – and it was probably only her Battleship-grade endurance that kept her from being split by his thick wolf cock. Even still Warspite thrashed in his hold, her sharp yelp ringing out as she clutched onto his fur for support, her eyes wide and a gasped breath tumbling out of her – her pussy mostly stuffed with his dick.
The Commander gave her a second, maybe two, before he could endure her unbelievably tight cunt no longer. Growling against the back of her head he lifted her up before swiftly yanking her back down, fucking another cry out of his partner as he used her like a fleshlight, her pussy struggling to accommodate his large cock to the point one could see the visible bulge in her groin. Yet Warspite did not protest, her moans tinged with a bit of discomfort, but discomfort endured all the same.
''H-Haah! Commander, you're quite- hng!'' Warspite couldn't finish a sentence; her head throwing itself back against his chest as she was stuffed.
The beast gripping her knees growled back regardless, thrusting as he yanked her down and kissing her cervix with his swollen tip. The force behind his thrusts jolted Warspite up but he was quick to yank her back down, a grin curling at his maw as he saw a slight bulge poke out in her groin from the act – only encouraging him to pound her like a true beast, his knot soon ramming up against her petals with the desire to be inside of her.
With how tight she was though it wouldn't be an easy task, enticing the Commander to keep at it – his long, powerful thrusts making Warspite moan and gasp, her initial discomfort giving way to shameful pleasure, her moans strained as she tried to keep up the pretences of professionalism. A tactic that easily failed when she was being carry-fucked by a Werewolf, her narrow tunnel stuffed with unimaginably thick cock with every thrust.
'Oh gods, h-he'll break me...!' Warspite thought, clutching onto his fur.
Yet still she did not ask him to stop, enduring his pummelling cock and moaning through gritted teeth, nearly going cross-eyed as she felt his shaft spear up into her. There was no relent, no mercy given, just non-stop rutting befitting of a beast such as he – her pussy stuffed to the absolute brim and his knot plapping against her entrance, pushing and pressing-!
Until against all odds it squeezed inside. Warspite shouted in surprise, throwing her head back against his chest as his knot so suddenly stretched her out, nearly seeing stars. His thrusts immediately changed from long and hard to fast and ruthless; every lift making his knot tug on her entrance whilst ever thrust pressed the tip up against her womb. The sensation of which only became more acute as he lifted her legs up, practically mating-pressing her up against his body as he jerked and jolted his cock up, thrusting himself into her tightening tunnel.
It was too much. Every thrust pushed her towards her limit, his shaft raking her walls and tenderising her pussy, making thinking impossible, her bulging groin reflecting how utterly stuffed she was-!
When with a primal howl the Commander creampied her, his hips jolting up one last time as a torrent of puppy batter erupted inside of her. Warspite momentarily blacked out, her whole body spasming as his turgid seed pumped itself into her womb and flooded her already-stuffed pussy. The knot prevented any of it from escaping and left it with nowhere to go, a profound ache echoing through her loins as he kept cumming inside of her, using her like a true fleshlight.
Her groin bulged from the sheer amount of cum packed into her, distinct enough that when she touched it she could hardly press down on it, a whimper escaping the royal guard as she was chock-full of semen, the bulge enough to make her look already a little pregnant, as if foretelling the future.
''Mn... you really don't half-ass things, d-do you, Commander...?''
A low growl was her answer, and Warspite gasped the moment he pulled out – or tried to. Because no matter how hard he pulled, he couldn't get his knot out of her like he could with the others.
And of course, he was too horny to just wait for it to shrink.
Warspite uncertainly looked for aid in her comrades... but Helena just smiled sheepishly.
''G-Good luck!''
'I'm gonna bloody well need it.' Warspite thought to herself.
Right before the Commander resumed fucking her, using her and her alone as his fleshlight.
Her belly looking several months pregnant with how much cum he somehow stuffed inside of her before his knot finally shrunk, much of his seed spilling across the carpet the moment it did so.
[END]