The Wolf's Surrender: Snarling, Bound, and Full of Cum

He waited...Waited for the shift. For the full moon. For the moment I stopped being man and turned monster...turned into the wolf. Then he sprang his trap...silver-laced netting, rope, and cruel precision. Bound, shaking, straining against restraints that burned into my skin, I howled. And he came to me. Not to kill. But to take. Mouth first...slow and deliberate. Then with cock, no warning. No prep. Just brute force and silence, until the fury gave way to heat, and I broke. I hated him. I begged him. I came. He didn't stop...He came. And I couldn't move.