rs, Men, and Magic Ch. 03
Casey nodded, licking a stray drop of Grant's cum off of her lips. "I was so distracted I almost forgot why we were here," she giggled. His cock might have been the first one she had sucked, but it seemed like she had done a pretty good job at it.
With the truck stopped, the two of them climbed out of it. They circled to the back of the truck, and Casey swapped out her pistol's magazine for one with silver bullets; at least she had something to use against the werewolf if it came to that, but she hoped that would be the case. Sucking Grant's cock and swallowing his cum had only made her more aroused, not less. Casey still wished she hadn't been interrupted and had more time with the werewolf.
"Stick close to me once we're in the mine, alright?" Grant said. "Do you want my shirt or something?" he asked, his eyes still wandering along her exposed red bra and her cleavage.
"Don't worry about it," Casey smiled. "Just don't let it distract you, alright? I know it must be difficult, but I did just suck you off. Or were you looking to do more?"
Grant hesitated for a moment and then cleared his throat and pulled his eyes away. "Let's get going, the sooner we kill this thing the sooner we can get you home."
The two of them venture forth into the abandoned mine, guns held at the ready and shining their flashlights ahead of them. The mine was even quieter than the town had been. There wasn't even the rustle of leaves to break up the overbearing silence. Casey kept close to Grant. Even with her desire for the werewolf, she was still acutely aware of how dangerous the monster was. If it decided to attack, they needed to be ready.
The tunnel they were traveling down was indistinct and could have been repeating on a loop for how little variance there was in it. A single track for minecarts ran down the center, and supports squared it off every dozen feet. Aside from watching the wooden beams pass by, nothing even showed that they were walking forward. The mine was as quiet as ever, even as they went deeper into it.
Finally, the tunnel changed, and it split off into two paths going in different directions. They shined their flashlights down one tunnel and then the other, but both appeared empty and identical.
"We'll go down the left one and then double back for the other path," Grant decided.
"That will take forever, who knows how big these mines are," Casey replied. "We should split up and cover more ground."
"I don't like it," Grant answered with a scowl. "We're more vulnerable alone."
"The werewolf might escape if we're too slow. I promise I'll be careful, alright?"
Grant reluctantly nodded, and the two of them split up. Casey took the right path, and Grant headed down the left. His footsteps soon faded away, and Casey was left on her own in the dark mine. The encroaching shadows seemed far more threatening now that she was by herself, but that didn't stop her from going in deeper. There wasn't even sound aside from her boots hitting the floor of the tunnel.
She entered a larger chamber. There was some broken-down mining equipment around, along with some lockers and a table. It seemed like there used to be more equipment down here at one point, but it had been removed when the mine closed, and the miners had left only the worthless stuff behind. The chamber was larger than the tunnel but just as quiet. It had only been a guess from Grant that the werewolf would come here; maybe it had run off somewhere else?
Casey swept her light over the higher reaches of the chamber, and as she did, it flashed over the lurking form of the black-furred werewolf. It was upon one of the support beams, and as her flashlight light illuminated his yellow eyes, it leaped down on her again, pinning her to the floor. Casey fell back again, her gun and flashlight landing beside her and lighting up the werewolf's muscled form.
This time, Casey wasn't as scared. As fearsome as the monster was, he had her like this for a reason. He hadn't even pinned her hands down this time. His yellow eyes wandered along her exposed chest, at the ample cleavage she was showing off. The thick red cock was already swelling up before her eyes, dwarfing Grant's cock. It had been fun to suck Grant off, but it hadn't done anything for Casey's relief; in fact, it had only made her more eager for the werewolf's cock again. As he admired her body, her eyes were glued to the red ribbed mast growing in front of her and pressing against her stomach.
Casey slid a hand down, taking the monster's cock in her fingers again, and she began to stroke it. The werewolf let out a hiss of pleasure and let her continue. "You missed me, didn't you?" Casey teased. She continued stroking the werewolf as his pre-cum began to leak out and drip down her hand. "I missed you too, I was hoping to run into you. We didn't get to finish properly last time."
One hand stayed pressed along his cock; Casey never wanted to let it go. She arched her back and used the other to undo her bra, letting it fall down her body and completely expose her breasts to the monster. The werewolf looked at her, his yellow eyes roaming over her so intensely that Casey could almost feel their touch. He drank in the sight of her full, youthful chest and her stiff nipples.
The monster ducked his head down, and his thick, strong tongue lapped against her cleavage, running along the mounds. He buried his snout against her, licking against her tit-flesh eagerly, exploring every inch of them with his tongue. Casey squirmed beneath him, more aroused than ever. His cock was practically pulsing in her hand as he tongued her breasts, and the steady drip of pre-cum was coating her stomach and filling up her navel.
Her hand slid against him faster than ever, encouraging him to continue. His hungry mouth pressed along each of her breasts in turn until he finally pulled back from her. The werewolf didn't move far, though; he slid further up her body, pressing his ribbed cock up between her breasts instead of against her stomach. The stiff length thrust up between her soft breasts, and the monster let out a roar at the feel of her.
Casey's hand slipped off of his cock, and she took her breasts in her hands, pressing them together around the werewolf's thick cock, wrapping it in her cleavage. The monster let out a rumbling sound of pleasure and drove himself deeper between her breasts. The ribbed length rubbed along her, and the tapered head appeared from between them whenever he thrust in deep.
Her panties were soaked as the werewolf titfucked her. The primal hunger driving the monster was so alluring. The strong masculine musk coming off of him and his pre-cum had Casey more eager than ever before. She just wanted to please and to be pleasured by the monster, nevermind that Grant could stumble across them at any moment. Casey didn't care if she was found out; she just wanted to keep that werewolf cock close to her.
"Go on," she purred, looking down at the red cockhead disappearing between her breasts. "Fuck my tits." The werewolf could barely understand her, if at all, but she encouraged him anyway.
After being stared at by all the other hunters and eye-fucked by them ever since she was eighteen, she had been waiting for one of them to lay claim to her, to give her what she wanted. Casey couldn't believe that none of the men had made a move, given how skimpy and revealing her clothes had become. Instead of one of the hunters taking her, it would be one of the monsters they hunted.
The werewolf pounded up into her breasts harder than ever, growling in enjoyment at the tight soft feel of them around his cock. He bucked forward against her, fucking her tits and loving it. His pace continued faster and faster. His pre-cum smeared along her cleavage, lubing up the valley of her cleavage and leaving her breasts slick for him to fuck. His hurried pace became even more frantic as he let out a roar and started to cum again.
Thick white ropes erupted from his red cock, splashing down on her tits. His cock pulsed with each load, and he kept thrusting against her. The hot flood of cum continued as he poured his load out onto her, coating her breasts in his masculine seed. The white ropes glazed her nipples and all over her chest. Casey was left covered and marked by the werewolf, her chest a messy testament to his manhood.
The werewolf slowly pulled out from between her breasts, his cock glistening in his own pre-cum. He stood up and looked down at her. It was difficult to read the monster's expression, but it seemed pleased with her. Casey couldn't help but smile up at him. She knew in her heart that the creature wasn't a danger to her. Why would he hurt her when he could use her for his own pleasure instead? The monster seemed to know that she wasn't here to hurt him, which was the truth. Why would she want this to end?
As fun as it had been to blow Grant in the truck, he had nothing on her new monstrous lover. The wonderful seed of the werewolf was already coating her chest, and Casey had no intention of leaving until after the monster had taken her virginity. Her upbringing had always been strange, and it was only fitting that her sex life was equally unusual. Just one look at the werewolf's cock reinforced that idea. Why would she settle for Grant fucking her when she had this monster of a man to introduce her to the pleasures of sex?
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