Commissioned By: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/bigwhitewolfballs/
Red tossed a bucket of dirty water into the gutter and leaned against the inn's side wall, arms slick with suds and her apron clinging to her thighs. Her feet ached as the days work was beginning to wear on her, her hand slipped down and felt the coins in her pocket, nothing to write home about. She didn't mind working, well, not too much, but the endless leering from the drunken farmhands, the smacks on the ass when they thought they were being charming, the way even the nicer ones always seemed to stare straight through her blouse when she bent over... that part? That part was starting to wear on her.
She grabbed her signature red cloak and wrapped it around herself, and as she tucked a damp lock of honey-blonde hair behind her ear she glanced up and noticed a group of hunters passed by. She had always been curious about them. They ran off into the woods each day and came back with whatever hard-fought prize they’d wrestled off some poor monster they happened to come across, seemed like a much more interesting job than washing dishes. Her eyes followed the group as they paraded by, Mud-caked boots, pelts slung over shoulders, and one of them holding up a parchment high into the air.
"Fifty girls this season, they say. Each one left swollen with pups." A woman near Red said as she looked on.
"Huh?" Red's head snapped to the left as she made sure she heard that right.
"The wolf!, he's been breeding any poor girl who he comes across, that's what the hunters are parading around there, a new contract!" The woman explained.
Red looked thoughtful albeit a little confused for a moment, before deciding to follow the hunters.
"tsk tsk" the older woman shook her head disappointedly. "She won't last a day"
Red quickly caught up to the gaggle of hunters as they made their way back into the tavern. The parchment ended up nailed to the board near the hearth, right between “Apples for sale” and “Missing: brown goat, answers to Flopsy.”
Red stared.
There was a crude sketch beside the text. A hulking wolf with sharp teeth and darker markings around the eyes. Smug-looking. Almost handsome, in a cruel sort of way.
“Gross,” she muttered, but didn’t look away.
She stepped closer. The wolf’s balls were exaggerated in the drawing, dangling low between thick legs, nearly grazing his knees. Definitely drawn by a man.
“Half a year’s wages,” she whispered, fingers curling around the edge of her apron. “For a pair of monster nuts.”
No one noticed as she tore the bottom strip of parchment off, rolling it and slipping it into her pocket.
The thought that bloomed in her head wasn’t even fully formed yet. Just a feeling. Like a spark in dry grass. She wasn’t a hunter, not officially. She wasn’t trained whatsoever. But she knew how men thought, especially ones as horny as this. She knew how to play dumb, play sweet, make them drop their guard. She also knew how to throw a punch, play fighting with her older brother growing up had its bonuses.
Red smiled to herself. There was a shaky sort of self-assuredness in the way she squared her shoulders.
"He can't be that bad... can he?"
She slipped out the tavern door before her boss could drag her back inside. If she moved quick, she could stop by her home and grab a few supplies and get out to the forest before dark.
Red didn’t bring much, just a satchel, a short dagger that barely stayed sharp, and the longest line of rope she could find hanging behind her father’s old shed. She didn’t have armor, didn’t have a plan beyond “kick him where it hurts” But as she adjusted her red cloak and stepped off the beaten trail into the woods, she felt strangely sure of herself. Maybe it was the weight of the bounty paper in her pocket. Maybe it was just the thrill of doing something reckless.
The forest air was cooler beneath the trees, thick with birdsong and the distant chirp of insects. The sun filtered through the canopy in gold rays, and her boots crunched softly over the moss and leaves. She walked with purpose, eyes sharp, scanning the shadows for signs of movement. She had no idea where the Wolf would be but she was sure he'd find her.
After some time looking around for the Wolf unsuccessfully Red began to grow tired, she had been walking for hours and was quickly losing hope, however her mood changed when she heard the first snap of a twig in the distance. She paused, eyes narrowing. The forest was thick here, the underbrush tangled and wild, and yet… the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. She was being watched.
Perfect.
She perched on a fallen log, unbuckling her satchel and faking a sigh of exhaustion. A beat later, the rustling grew louder, clumsy, impatient.
Then he stepped out.
He was big, sure, but not that big. Not like the sketch. His fur was a dusty gray and his cock hung lazily between his legs, heavy but nowhere near the monstrous thing she’d seen drawn on the parchment. His eyes were a pale green instead of dark, and there was a youthful smirk on his face. Way too cocky to be the big bad wolf.
“Well well,” he purred, tail flicking. “Didn’t think I’d get so lucky today.”
Red blinked up at him, feigning surprise. “Oh! Are… are you one of the wolves?”
He grinned, chest puffing out. “The wolf, sweetheart. You’ve heard of me, haven’t you?”
She let her eyes widen. “The one with the huge… y’know…”
He chuckled. “The very same.”
Red stood slowly, letting her cloak fall open just enough to distract him. “Can I… see?”
His smirk deepened. “What, you want a taste before the knot?”
“Something like that,” she whispered, stepping closer. He didn’t notice her fist curling behind her back.
The wolf looked puzzled for a moment before Red swiftly sent her fist flying up into his unprotected manhood.
“Ghhhrk!” he choked, folding over instantly.
Before he could hit the ground, she stepped forward and punched him in the sack once more with all her weight behind it. A fat splat of impact. He shrieked and fell to his knees.
“Not bad,” Red muttered, circling him. “But you’re a little small to be pretending to be him.”
He whimpered, one hand on the ground, the other cupping his rapidly swelling balls. “Wh-what the fuck…”
She stepped behind him, wound up, and gave his dangling nuts a solid kick from behind. His body jolted and he faceplanted into the dirt.
She flipped him over, straddled his chest, and stared down at the twitching mess of his cock and sack. “Mmm. Not even close, although I am impressed you've managed to stay hard this long, most boys shrivel after one tap to the nuts"
She pulled some of the rope from her satchel and as quickly as she could she tied his wrists with behind his muscle clad back, just in case, and took a strip of cloth from her satchel to gag him. “Sorry, puppy. Wrong wolf.”
He whined under her, eyes pleading.
“Don’t worry,” she said sweetly, slapping his bruised balls just once more for fun. “You’ll live.”
She stood, wiped her hands on her cloak, and walked off into the trees, giggling at the pitiful whines she left behind her.
The sun was lower in the sky now, casting long golden slashes between the trees. Red had been walking for another hour, her boots damp with dew, her thighs sore from the hike and the last fight. She was tired, hungry, and getting a little pissed off.
That first wolf had wasted her time. And while leaving him gagged and blue-balled in the dirt was satisfying, it hadn’t gotten her any closer to the bounty. She needed results.
And then she heard it again, leaves crunching, a low growl, this time slower. He was trying to be stealthy.
She smirked.
This one was bigger. Darker fur, a deep chocolate brown with streaks of black around his muzzle and shoulders. His build was leaner, but muscular. His cock was thicker and longer than the first ones, and his balls… yeah, these ones were impressive. Not the balls, maybe, but definitely closer.
He stepped into view, cock already twitching, leaking an obscene amount of precum, nostrils flared as he caught her scent.
“Thought I smelled something sweet,” he rumbled.
Red turned, acting startled. “Oh! You startled me!”
He grinned, his fangs sharp. “Didn’t mean to, darlin’. You out here all alone?”
She batted her lashes. “Mmm, just picking flowers…”
“Dangerous out here for a girl like you.”
“You don’t look very dangerous,” she said, taking a step closer. “More like…excited.”
His cock gave a noticeable throb.
Red smiled, then suddenly dropped low, hooked her leg behind his knee and slammed her palm up into his balls with a crack like a snapping branch.
He gasped, staggered back and groaned as the pain registered in his mind. Before he could form a coherent thought Red was springing herself into action once more and sending her unforgiving fist right back into his swinging nuts.
CRUNCH
He collapsed, eyes wide with pain.
“Ghh—what the fuck?!”
Red didn’t speak. She spun behind him and landed a hard, snapping kick to his nuts from the rear, crushing them against his pelvis. He screamed, fell to all fours, trembling.
She was already climbing onto his back, pushing him flat. In seconds she had his arms yanked behind him, wrists bound tight with rope and mouth stuffed with fabric. She proceeded to roll him onto his back so she could get a better look at what she was working with.
His cock was leaking profusely. His balls were already swelling. His face twisted in agony.
Red crouched between his legs and grabbed his balls in both hands. “Now you look more like the guy I’m after.”
"Mmrghhh! Gghffhhmm! MMMPH!" He shook his head as he tried to yell through his gag.
"What? Can't hear ya big bad wolfie" She giggled.
"MMMMPPHHH"
"Oh fine...." She said as she reluctantly took off his gag.
“Y-you’re crazy…” he cried, eyes watering.
She twisted his sack cruelly. “Maybe. But I’ve got a quota to fill.”
He screamed.
She punched him. Once. Twice. A third time, her knuckles sinking deep into his furry sack. The slaps were wet and meaty. His body shook under her, every hit making his cock twitch and spasm.
She grabbed his ears and made him look at her. “Tell me how many girls you’ve knocked up.”
His face contorted. “What? I- I haven’t- I don’t-”
She backhanded him across the face and slammed her fist into his balls again.
POP
This time one of them visibly shifted, like something inside gave way.
He shrieked.
She froze.
She looked down at the thick sac in her hand, one of the orbs already starting to discolor, swelling unevenly.
Red blinked. “Shit…”
The wolf sobbed. “I-I’m not- I’m not who you think I am...”
She stared at him a second longer, heart pounding. Then leaned in close, whispering low:
“You’re not the one?”
He shook his head rapidly. “Please- please I don’t even- I- I like anal!!!! I don't get girls pregnant! unless humans get pregnant through the ass?!"
She slowly let go of his sack. One nut sagged normally. The other… hung lower, swollen, bruised, no longer fully whole.
Red exhaled sharply. “Well. That’s gonna be a problem.”
He cried into the dirt. “W-why would you do this?!”
“I was frustrated,” she said honestly, and stood up. "And in my defense you totally flashed me there"
She kicked him lightly in the side, not cruelly, more like waking someone from a nap. “Wrong wolf again.”
She turned, brushing her cloak behind her. Then paused.
"Hey,” she said over her shoulder. “You’ve got another one between your legs. Be grateful.”
He groaned something that might’ve been a sob, or a thank you.
"Your welcome asshole" She grunted as she begrudgingly made her way down the forest path further, hoping to god she would come across the wolf she was looking for soon or she might have to turn back and castrate one of the previous two just to let off some stress.
She continued down the forest path for another half an hour or so, she very quickly got fed up though, In a huff she planted herself down on a rock and leaned back, letting out an exasperated breath.
"fuck me! This shouldn't be so hard, and why are there so many rapey wolves out here, didn't think it was this much of an issue..." She thought to herself as she scanned her surroundings.
"Maybe I'm approaching this all wrong, maybe I should stay in one spot and let him come to me? There's no point walking more because if I do I won't make it back by sundown..."
"How can he find me...."
"Well for starters.."
She loosened the laces on her blouse just enough to show a little too much cleavage. Hiked her skirt a touch higher, spread her legs as wide as she could comfortably and stretched her arms above her head. She even hummed a little tune to herself, something sweet and girlish.
"If he can't smell me now I don't know what to do.." She thought as she waited.
To her absolute delight it didn’t take long for something to show up, once again the familiar crack of a twig in the distance rang out.
"yes!" She whispered under her breath.
There was a rustle. Then a low chuckle, warm and smug and entirely too close.
“Well, well. What’s a pretty little thing like you doing all the way out here?”
Red tilted her head slowly. He was taller than she expected, towering, really. Snow-pale fur, dark eyes rimmed in black, a thick mane that shimmered like silver when the sun hit it. His tongue lolled lazily from between pointed teeth, and his cock, already half-hard, hung heavy between his thighs. And those balls. Just like the sketch. No, bigger than the sketch. Huge, full, practically swaying with every step he took toward her.
She forced a blush. Played it wide-eyed.
“I got lost,” she murmured. “I- I was picking herbs.”
The Wolf grinned. “Is that right?”
He stepped closer, looming now. She stayed seated, letting her legs fall open just slightly, not exposing a lot but teasing the wolf just enough. His nostrils flared.
“I’ve been looking for someone like you. It’s mating season, you know.”
He said in an almost growl, his clawed hand reaching down and palming his already growing erection, he moaned slightly as he thought of plunging his manhood deep inside of the petite girl in front of him.
Red’s heart beat faster, but not from fear.
“You’re not gonna hurt me, are you?” She said with the biggest doe eyes she could muster.
“Oh, sweetheart.” He knelt in front of her, thick fingers brushing up her bare calf. “I’m gonna ruin you.”
"Ruin me? Good luck with that big guy" she thought to herself, giggling a little.
"Something funny?" The wolf asked arching an eyebrow.
"Just- I-" Red blushed and decided to double down on the flirting.
"Just thinking about how good that cock will feel" She said batting her eyelashes.
"Oh!, didn't take you for that kind of girl" He said in a deep husky voice as he got closer.
His hand slipped between her thighs, fingers teasing up under her skirt, his cock twitching in anticipation, that’s when she moved.
She grabbed his wrist with one hand and, in a fluid motion, slammed her knee up into his oversized balls.
The sound he made wasn’t quite human.
He staggered back on all fours, gasping, mouth open in shock.
“You fucking bitch!”
He lunged at her with full monstrous force now, knocking the poor girl onto the forest floor with ease.
"I was going to take it easy on you- you little bitch! but now...." He said menacingly as he positioned his aching cock against her virgin cunt.
"Get ready bitch"
He plunged his cock deep inside of her with surprising ease, well it was easy for him, all the nut busting Red had done had her sufficiently wet down there already, although Red's mind was reeling with a mix of pain and pleasure, having never put more than a few fingers up there before she was experiencing proper sex for the first time with an angry cock the size of her forearm.
"FUCKKK!" She screeched as she bucked away from his as much as she could, to her dismay her bucking and writhing only made him fuck her harder as her tight hole clenched around his raging cock.
"FUCKKK!" He growled as he pumped inside of her. "Can't wait to fill you with my seed you slutty cow!" He snarled.
"f- fuck! n- no!" She squealed as she tried her hardest to stop him, thats when he got too comfortable, as he relentlessly plowed her he failed to protect his biggest weaknesses.
Her eyes fixated on his swinging balls, she would have been grossed out by them had she not been more focused on the searing pain of being brutally violated.
She then saw a large thistle bush on the side of the clearing they were in, then the idea struck her.
She used the last bit of her strength to shove herself and the wolf towards the thistle bush and unluckily for the wolf his swinging nuts were now heading directly towards it.
"FUCKKKKKKK" He screamed as he landed balls first onto the bush, he quickly pulled out of Red leaving her limping and stumbling away.
"Fuck me...." She groaned as she attempted to regain her composure.
"Now's my chance!" She realized as the wolf helplessly tried to pick all the nettles out of his swelling manhood.
She lunged while he was still reeling, kicking hard and up, the toe of her boot crashing into that fat, swinging sack again, pinning his sensitive manhood against his own body. The Wolf howled, clawed at her boot and tried to back away.
“Oh no you don’t,” she growled, pouncing on him.
She straddled his broad chest, taking him back to the ground again, her thighs locking tight around his ribs. Her fist slammed into his nuts with a loud, wet smack. He bucked under her, snarling through gritted teeth, but his eyes were wide with something that looked suspiciously like panic.
"Not so confident now huh?" Red said through gritted teeth as she pummelled his swelling balls.
"Fuck i'm enjoying this..." Red thought to herself as she continued.
He clawed at her cloak. She grabbed his ears and slammed his head into the dirt, as she held his ears she looked deep into his panicked eyes.
"How you feelin tough guy?"
The wolf couldn't help but whimper as she slammed his head down again.
Temporarily dazed (and probably minorly concussed) The wolf was unable to realize what she was doing as she flipped him onto his stomach and tied his toned arms behind his back.
Red took a step back and looked down at her handiwork, The hulking mass of fur-clad muscle heaved on the ground as the pain seared through his body, his muscles contracting with each breath, her eyes trailed down to his manhood and to her amusement his oversized cock was now rock hard and pushed uncomfortably against the dirt, the bell end of his red member dripping precum into the soil.
Then she focused on his swelling balls, covered in a thick layer of cum-matted fur and still littered with nettles.
"Fucking hell, those things are gross!" She exclaimed laughing out loud.
The wolf shuddered as Red leaned down and grabbed a hold of his manhood.
"So these things are responsible for.... how many girls getting knocked up?"
"Fifty?"
The wolf groaned.
"Oh so now you're not much of a talker?" Red said as she sent a hard punch into the wolf's unprotected manhood.
"FUCKKK" He snarled as he thrashed against the rope around his wrists.
"Aw poor wolfey" Red said mockingly as she giggled.
She gave his overstuffed sack one last hard stomp, heel grinding in slow. He choked on a sob.
"So how are we removing these?" She muttered to herself.
"REMOVE?!" The wolf screeched. "come on hun, let's be reasonable about this!" He squirmed as he spoke.
She crouched beside him, brushing his mane from his face.
“I'm not gonna let you and your disgusting cock ruin anyone else,” she whispered in his ear. "and even if I wasn't morally opposed to what you do, those big ol hairy balls between your legs have a mighty high price on em"
"Wh- what are you talking about?!" The once menacing wolf stuttered.
"500 silver for those baby makers" Red said matter-of-factly as she stroked the fur around his balls.
"I wonder if aunt Hilda would taxidermy them for me...." She cooed as she reached into her satchel to fish out her dagger.
The blade gleamed as she pulled it free, the sunlight catching on the edge as she turned it in her fingers. Her expression was calm. Almost serene.
The wolf thrashed again, panic rising. “Y-you don’t have to do this, look, I’ll leave! I’ll run so far, I swear you’ll never see me again!”
Red just hummed, crouching down between his spread legs. “You know what your problem is?” she said lightly. “You men think everything in the world wants your cock. That your balls are some kind of gift.”
She let the dagger’s flat side graze along the underside of his hairy sack, watching it twitch and tense at the cold touch.
“Thing is,” she whispered, “no one wants them.”
He sobbed. “Please- please, I can change-”
“You’re right,” she cut him off, smile sharp as her knife. “You’re about to.”
The wolf tried to squirm, to roll, to curl away, but she planted one hand firm on his hip and gave his nuts a squeeze that made his back arch off the forest floor.
“Still for me now,” she said, voice low and singsong. “Wouldn’t want me to slip!”
The wolf writhed beneath her, but Red was calm now. Methodical. Her fingers wrapped tightly around the base of his swollen, matted sack, tugging it up and out to stretch the skin taut. The dagger in her other hand gleamed, pressed cold and deliberate to the vulnerable seam between his balls.
“Wait- WAIT-” he screamed, eyes wide and pleading. “You don’t have to! there’s got to be another way! ”
Red tilted her head. “You’re right.”
He froze.
Then she smiled sweetly.
“There was another way. Before you fucked your way through half the province.”
The blade bit in.
His scream echoed through the woods, birds scattering from the treetops as the edge sliced clean through fur and flesh. Hot blood spilled across her knuckles, thick and fast.
SQUICK
The sound of her blade slicing through the wolfs once intimidating nutsack echoed through both of their ears.
She lifted the hefty prize in her hand and examined it, almost shocked that she had actually done it, from her hand hung a hairy (and quite smelly) sack, within it two testosterone filled nuts recently separated from their owner.
She exhaled.
The wolf was sobbing now, pathetic and broken. His cock, once throbbing and hard, now twitched uselessly in the dirt, dribbling the last of his arousal into a puddle of blood and cum-soaked leaves.
Red wiped the blade on his fur.
“Guess you weren’t such a big bad wolf after all.”
She stood, adjusting her cloak, eyes flicking once more to the emptiness between his legs, his cock looked out of place now as it rapidly softened.
“Five hundred silver,” she murmured. “Could’ve been worse. Could’ve been worthless.”
As the wolf whimpered behind her, Red turned back toward the path, hips swaying with satisfaction, leaving bloody footprints behind her on the moss.
The forest was quiet again.
But Red was smiling.
Epilogue .... "Grandma's Tonic"
Red slammed the wolf's once mighty sack onto the tavern counter with a satisfying, meaty thump.
The bounty master stared at it like it might explode. “Gods above… Those his?”
She shrugged, looking a little too pleased with herself.
Every man in the tavern turned to ogle her prize, sort of a morbid curiosity, even though they were all glad the wolf had been dealt with they still felt the pangs of sympathy for their fellow male.
The silver came quick after that. Five hundred coins, heavy in her pouch, plus a free drink. Red was already halfway through a mug of honeymead before the fire had fully began to warm her tired bones.
She should’ve felt done. Should’ve moved on. Perhaps gone on a shopping spree?
But as she sat alone in her bed that night, idly thumbing through her satchel, something caught her eye. A small vial, long-forgotten, tucked into the corner.
She turned it over. The label was hand-written in her grandmother’s neat script:
“Regenerative Tonic – For Advanced Tissue Repair (and other things).”
Red blinked. Then stared at the vial. Then grinned.
"thankyouuu granny!" She said in a sing-songey tone as an idea formed in her head.
By the time she returned to the clearing the next day she found the wolf still lying where she’d left him, barely conscious, tied up tight, fur matted with blood, and balls missing.
“Oh, good,” Red chirped, kneeling beside him. “You didn’t die.”
He groaned weakly. “Wh… what… do you want…”
She uncorked the vial and held it under his nose. “I thought we could play again.”
He stared at her, confused and terrified. “I… I can’t… You cut them off…”
Red tilted her head, looking mock-thoughtful. “Mhm. But see, that was before I found this little gem.... Family recipe.”
She poured the shimmering liquid over the raw, ruined flesh between his legs. He screamed at first, but it wasn’t pain it was heat. Pulsing, magical warmth. Flesh knitting itself back together.
And then, slowly… unmistakably… a pair of new testicles began to swell into view.
Bigger than before.
Plumper.
Pinker.
Red leaned forward and cupped them reverently. “Well look at that. Auntie Hilda would be so proud.”
The wolf whimpered. “No… no, please…”
She mounted him slowly, forcing his arms behind his back again, this time humming as she worked. “Don’t worry,” she whispered, giving one of his brand-new balls a sharp slap. “I’m not gonna turn you in this time.”
She licked her lips.
“I’m keeping you.”
Optional other ending "The Witches Gift" Epilogue 2
The forest was quiet after Red’s victory. The only sound was the faint creak of rope as the Big Bad Wolf shifted where he lay, wrists bound, breath shallow. Between his legs was nothing but a patch of matted fur and the memory of his former power.
A figure emerged from the treeline, her steps deliberate, the hem of her moss-green skirts brushing the damp earth. Charms dangled from her belt, clicking softly with each movement. Her hair was black and glossy, framing a face lit with curiosity. She stopped just short of his prone form, tilting her head like a cat examining prey.
“Well now,” she said, her voice low and amused. “So it is true. They really did take them.”
The wolf groaned and shuffled, squinting to try and see her.
She crouched beside him, letting her eyes wander down the length of his body. They lingered on the smooth, empty space where his balls had once hung. Her fingers followed her gaze, tracing the tender patch of fur with slow, deliberate strokes. The wolf flinched at her touch, but she only smiled wider.
“Such a proud beast, reduced to this. You poor thing, it's almost sad” Her palm flattened against him, cupping the bare spot as if weighing an invisible burden. She gave a small squeeze, testing, almost as though she could coax something back through will alone. “I have always admired your kind… but you were something special. Dangerous. Tireless. And I have no patience for waste of such a virile specimen.”
She reached into a pouch at her hip and drew out a small glass vial, the liquid inside glowing faintly green. The scent of crushed herbs and something sweeter filled the air. She uncorked it and swirled the contents, her gaze never leaving his. “This will give you back what was so rudely taken… and perhaps a little more.”
She tipped the vial to his lips. The wolf swallowed, gagging slightly at the bitter taste, but the witch was patient. She stroked his throat to make him drink it all.
At first there was only warmth, pooling low in his belly. Then it began to spread, sinking deeper, gathering where there had been nothing. A faint swelling pushed against her palm. She watched intently as two small lumps formed, skin stretching taut beneath the fur. They pulsed as if in time with his heartbeat.
“There you are,” she murmured. Her fingers shaped around them, encouraging their growth. The lumps grew rounder, heavier, filling her hands, their surface hot to the touch. She could feel the weight pulling at his hips, each throb bringing them closer to their former size.
But they did not stop there. Inch by inch they expanded, surpassing what they had once been. The skin grew glossy with tightness, the fur slick with the heat of his returning vitality. When she lifted them, they sagged in her grip, heavy and pendulous, warm enough that her palms grew damp.
She leaned closer, inhaling deeply. “Bigger than before… and so full already.” She gave them a deliberate roll in her hands, squeezing until the wolf groaned in helpless pleasure.
When his cock began to rise, flushed and rigid, she chuckled softly. “I will need to make sure they work as intended.” She shifted her position and sat cross-legged between his thighs, holding his balls from beneath with one hand while the other began to stroke him in long, deliberate pulls, her hand gliding up and down his slick manhood with ease.
She worked slowly at first, dragging her fingers from base to tip, letting her thumb circle the head before sliding down again. Her palm kept the heavy orbs cupped, occasionally squeezing them to feel the weight shift in her grasp. Each time her fingers tightened, the wolf’s hips twitched upward.
“You have missed this, haven’t you?” she said, her voice almost kind. “All that strength, all that need, bottled up inside… about to spill again.”
Her pace quickened. She alternated between stroking his shaft and kneading his swollen balls, feeling the heat rise in both. His breathing grew ragged, deep growls spilling from his throat. She held him there for a moment, balanced on the edge, before one final squeeze made him spill into her waiting hands.
The wolf’s seed was thick and hot, coating her fingers in a heavy stream. She milked him until the flow slowed, then gave one last long pull to coax the final drop.
“There now,” she said, licking a streak from her knuckle. “Perfect. I think you are ready to get back to what you do best.”
She rose, letting his restored balls drop heavily between his thighs, although unlike before they hit the ground with a resounding smack. The wolf winced as he got to his feet, shakily at first but soon he was sturdy once more, he shook his hips a little, feeling his renewed manhood between his legs, the weight alone promising trouble. He did not need telling twice. By the next moon, there were whispers again of a great beast prowling the edges of the village, his new, plumper sack swaying as he hunted for willing prey.
Later that night, a lone girl strayed too far from the safety of the village, humming softly as she gathered firewood at the forest’s edge. The wolf’s hulking shadow fell across her before she even noticed, his massive form slipping between the trees. She turned, a gasp catching in her throat as her eyes widened at the beast towering over her.
Her basket fell from her arms, but she did not run. Instead, she froze in place, breath quick and shallow, staring at him with a mixture of awe and fear. The wolf stepped closer, the heavy sway of his newly restored balls brushing against her thigh as he pressed near. She shivered, caught in his heat.
When his muzzle dipped to her neck, she tilted her head almost instinctively, offering more of her throat. His growl rumbled against her skin, and instead of pulling away, she sighed, a soft sound that betrayed her excitement. Her hands came up, not to push him off, but to clutch at his fur, holding him there.
The wolf’s weight bore her down to the mossy ground, but she parted her legs without protest, letting him rub his engorged cock against her virgin slit. His bulk loomed above her, his fur bristling and his cock thick and ready. She whimpered as he forced himself inside of her, plunging all of his rigid meat deep within her.
"Hnnggg fuck that feels good" He growled as he soon found a steady rhythm in which to fuck her. His obscenely large balls slapping against her with every pump.
Soon his pace grew frantic, his swollen sack slapping hard against her, his rhythm sloppy at best. In this moment the wolf wasn't worried about showmanship but more so spreading his seed, his seed that was nearly taken from him for good.
Then all of a sudden, to the girls mild dismay, the wolf shoved his swollen knot into her tight cunt.
"FUCKKKK" He groaned as he slammed his cock into her as hard as he could and erupted deep inside of her, her womb was not ready for the onslaught of cum that was gushing out of the wolfs cock and soon a small bulge formed in her belly.
By the time it was over, the girl lay trembling beneath him, eyes shining with something far from fear. The wolf licked at her jaw, a low, satisfied growl vibrating against her. She smiled faintly, dazed but content.
"You'll do good with my pups, I wonder how many you'll carry" He laughed as he pulled his engorged cock from her.
The wolf rose, his balls still heavy, already eager for more.
"Thanks for the good fuck doll, see ya around" He smirked as he made his way deeper into the forest, hoping to stumble upon his next victim sooner rather than later.