Of course … that had to be it … she hadn't had one of her episodes in a bit lately and she might have passed out at her desk or even in the shower, yeah the shower … when she woke though the sleep paralysis would leave her vulnerable and whether or not she saw anything strange afterward had been random.

The story had just gotten her heated though pleasure streams through her as she feels a little pressure on her clit. That large cock has her afraid, Kakumaoh was 18” or so, he was pretty big and this werewolf may have been just as big though the demon had not used the entire length.

“Please ...” She couldn't get away and though she could be dreaming she was in no danger of waking up any time soon.

She was helpless there before him against the door of the shower, heat spreading through her, why was this so arousing? She did not know the answer to that as she stood there, shivering as her chest rose and fell, eyes watching the inhuman eyes before her, a moan working it's way from her mouth as she feels that finger against her. She has had about as many mental attacks in her dreams as she has had physical ones and so she cannot rule that out just yet, she was confused and yet oddly calming at that touch. No doubt a session of rough sex was in store for her, that was how she was envisioning things playing out in her mind after all ...

Bria's sudden sense of calm certainly kicked in at the right moment, because that was when the werewolf began to shove his cock into her, inch by aching inch. Surely she'd be worried about getting torn apart by this massive member, but it only seemed to stretch her out slowly, bending in ways normal cocks wouldn't. The claws scratched along her sides, keeping that rear pressed into the glass as long slippery tongue pushes into her mouth, enough to give a nice to giving of her tonsils.

“T-Too big!!!” But this is not a humanoid in the typical sense but a shape changer and that member is more fluid in how it moves and bends as she starts feeling that stiffness squirm into the core of her body.

Claws at her sides remind her not to fight this warning what devastation they can bring and her mouth is taken as she gasps out, pleasure storming over her senses.

She fights against that tongue but has no means of denying it as her body shudders. He is not even fully in and her body is already shuddering showing signs of that ultimate betrayal as she cums around that invader already, her body squeezing and throbbing about that alien cock to little success unable to repel his advances, to eject him though her body has contrary ideas as it now hugs against him as a heated moan escapes her lips.

As Bria suffers her first orgasm, the werewolf gives a howl of triumph, but didn't fill her yet. Instead, the cock slid out as quick as it entered her, the girl turned around, face and breasts smooshed agains the glass, that terrifying organ wiping twelfth between her buttocks, the tip drawn along her rear pucker.

But no...instead it lifts Bria by the hips, holding her upside down, her legs wrapping around the beast's neck, the tongue going to work on the sopping pussy, pushing into the folds, tasting the musk as she's left to stare at that wolfcock, so knobby and engorged.

“AAIIIEEEE!” He jerked out of her and she was spun around quickly enough, her legs tremble as she was twirled about and smoshed to the sliding glass door.

Tears swelling up in her eyes as they press close feeling the shift of his attention though how would he fit! The same way he had in her pussy of course! “UG! AHH! NOOOO!” But before long she is flipped, the creature never intending to enter her there it seemed though her tense body shudders as that tongue presses against heated folds causing her to cry out, that huge cock right there before her lips though he had not tried to spear straight into her …

Wait a sec … it was giving her a choice, right? Her ass or her mouth, that was the message she got from this, perhaps why he didn't surge his hips forward either allowing her to make that choice.

It wasn't really much of a choice but it was a choice or so she thought as both her hands caressed him, her tongue licking

The beast gives a throaty growl of lust, letting Bria lick at the cock, feeding greedily off of her juices, tongue just stabbing deep inside, touching deep into her core, probably touching places a tongue would not normally get to. Its organ gets thicker, puffier, the shower keeping their bodies wet and moist, the patter of the water mingling with the messy licking and lapping as the only sounds echoing in the bathroom.

“UNH!” Her eyes flutter as she feels that tongue pressing inside her, stretching her out and feeling her deeply. That wiggling sensation finds the spots within her that have her panting and gasping, the only brief interruptions to her servicing him as that tongue flicked against the head of that enormous cock.

It was too much to get into her mouth but she kissed the tip, suckled it, even brought her tongue against the very slit as she used her hands to jerk him off one moving to skim over his balls as she moaned out against that length she was licking. Her tears washed away with the steady stream of water that the shower provided and she gasped at those expert movements, the sensations of that fluid tongue had not been anything like what she has imagined before. Nor has a shape shifter ever been one of her tormentors before either in her mind or reality though she was uncertain which this was.

She had met Wraith and new that it could be a blend of the two as well but getting through this took priority now.

The wolf's clawed hand drew along the back of Bria's hair, pushing the back of her head a little more against his cock, urging her on as the shower water is directed along her pussy, washing the excess juices as that impossibly long tongue draws along her taint before burrowing into her sex again. No, this certainly was a new entity. It was concentrating on saying Bria's lusts rather than its own, if that's even possible.

She had been urged on with the placement of that hand at the back of her head. It takes a brief brake from her pussy licking against her taint as shower water splatters over her. At first she thinks it has lost interest in her sex before returning to it as it generated stronger gasps from her that swell into moans.

Not often had her own pleasure been sought out though a rarity she was afraid of what would happen if she grew too defiant. Pressed to that cock though she increases her speed with her lips and tries to press even more of him between her lips as she does so.

Bria is not physically capable of this though she does her best in using her tongue and hands. One of those hands frantic against his shaft in contrast to the one that smooths over his balls as her mout and tongue apply urgent licks and sucks against him at prompting.

It only takes a little while for Bria's hands to bring the wolf to its own climax, lips drawn from her pussy to give out a low howl of pleasure, gouts of thick pearly cum filling her cheeks, tasting so utterly sweet, dissolving within her throat, dribbling from the font of the knobby cock. She's stroked behind the head, urging her to clean him. Seems this fellow was not finished, not by a longshot. As she finishes, the shower door is opened, letting her drop down, the beast following close behind, licking his chops.

Her mouth filled with his seed, her cheeks puff out a little, her lips splattered with his release. Fearing that there would be consequences for not swallowing she does so though finds the taste actually sweet rather than disgustingly vile.

Pushed forward, the hand tells her what to do as she cleans him as best as she can, blood continuing to rush to her head, her moist petals still throbbing though just as she collects the last of that seed against her tongue she finds that she is deposited on the floor of the bathroom, the shower door being opened.

He is not finished though and she whimpers a little as he makes it clear. Perhaps foolishly she attempts to dash for the bathroom door though precious seconds are lost in getting up and he's right there to reassert control without even trying.

The wolf stops Bria from trying to flee, shaking its head, hand gently on her wet shoulder. He lets the girl open the door, pointing to the bed, signaling the beast wants to take her in the traditional sense: doggy style to be specific.

She doesn't manage to get far, slipping a bit as she tries to spring to the door though the hand on her shoulder is enough. She knew that she could not get away and that by attempting so she'd only make it worse.

Bria gulps, the door opened and she is ushered to the bedroom leaving wet footprints in her wake. One act of defiance, she looks for a weapon but sees nothing she could use and thus has no choice as she is lead to the bed, laying down on her back, fearful of what was to come. At least she's on her back until she is turned over or it indicates that he wants her in another potion and she tries it.

Afraid, yet there could be no denying how could she feels, how her body aches against her say so, her need only increasing and it had not looked as if he were done as she hangs her head and tries to widen her thighs in defeat, her upper body pressing low as she sticks her ass into the air given the inevitable is yet to come and there is nothing further but to wait for it to come.

The wolf accepts this submission, even giving Bria a soft lick along her ear as a show of appreciation. That knobby cock presses along her exposed petals, making sure her desires were kept in place, soon rehilting itself inside its playmate, claws feeling like normal hands now, as if undergoing a metamorphosis back to...human? Not much fur felt at her rear...and the growling became more of an aroused grunting...

Taken in such a manner like an animal, this was perhaps better then facing it, a whimper leaving her lips at the passing of it's tongue against her ear though feeling it press back inside her in that weird way she stretches about it as she's forced to moan out.

It is big and in no way does it miss the pleasure centers of her body as it pushes in. Yet as she cries out, her body tight about that shaft, she shudders at the feel. Somewhere at the back of her mind she feels less claws, less fur … was it undergoing another change and if so into what?

She had already reasoned it was a shape shifter so what was behind her could be just about anything. She's afraid to look as she is stuffed full.

“OHHH! AHHH! UMMM!”