His name was Kael Drakar, the former hero, now forgotten by the kings and vilges he had saved. No statues, no gold, just a worn-out sword, a scar over his left eye, and a cock always hard for the kingdom’s most dangerous beasts.

  The demons were dead. But the world was far from clean. Shadows still lurked—spirits, shapeshifters, bloodsuckers, and those hairy bitches known as werebitch. Thankfully.

  Kael moved through the ruins of a temple in the Bck Forest. He had followed the scent—strong, metallic, musky. Sex, violence, and blood. A trail that spiked his adrenaline… and something else.

  He heard her before he saw her.

  A deep, feminine growl that made his bones vibrate. Then she appeared. Tall, lean, deadly. Her skin covered in sleek silver fur, muscur legs, a long tail swaying slowly. Big, firm tits, nipples hard like arrowheads. Golden eyes locked on him with hunger. Fangs peeking through a mocking smirk.

  “You reek of man, blood… and lust,” she hissed, stalking toward him on bare legs with silent steps. “Did you come to fight me… or to fuck me, human?”

  Kael grinned, pulling out his sword. But that wasn’t the only hard thing he carried.

  “In that order, werebitch: first I break you, then I fuck you.”

  She growled—and lunged at him.

  The female werewolf shot forward like an arrow, cws glinting in the pale moonlight. But Kael was already to the side. With a smooth spin, he grabbed her wrist, twisted her around, and spped her furry ass with a smack that echoed like a whip.

  “You just lost this paw, pup.”

  She snarled, furious. Sshed with the other hand, but Kael caught her wrist mid-air and pulled her in against his chest. Her firm tits bounced against his leather armor as he whispered in her ear, “Do you know how many demons I’ve shredded before finding you?”

  With a hip thrust, he sent her flying, crashing awkwardly into the stones. She got up, shaky, howling in rage.

  “BASTARD!”

  “Yeah, but one with excellent taste.”

  The next attack was more desperate. She leapt at him, fangs bared, but Kael caught her mid-air by the throat and smmed her against a broken column. She hissed, struggling to break free, but he held her easily—one hand on her neck, the other… freely exploring her thighs, sliding upward with practiced fingers until they brushed the hot, wet pussy under the fur.

  “Well, well… the little bitch’s already soaked.”

  “Y-you…!” Her voice broke—a mix of rage and shame.

  “Come on, hit me again. Maybe this time you’ll manage to nd a blow.”

  She squirmed, kicking at him. Kael dodged without moving, then grabbed her leg and lifted her. With one fluid motion, he flipped her and smmed her down—on all fours, tail raised.

  “Oh, finally, a proper position.”

  “BAST—” But she didn’t finish. She turned and bolted into the woods, tail between her legs, panting. It wasn’t a fight anymore—it was a retreat. She knew. She couldn’t win.

  Kael caught her in three strides. He tackled her with an arm around her waist, pinning her with a knee on her back. She squirmed, but with less fight.

  “Too te, little beast. When you run like that, it only means one thing.”

  One hand spread her furry thighs. The other undid his pants.

  The real battle was about to begin.

  Kael spread her legs wider, slotting his hips between her firm, fur-covered cheeks. One hand gripped her tail, lifting it like a handle. The other guided his cock—or rather, his beast.

  As thick as a forearm, long and veiny, it pulsed with a power that felt almost magical. When the female werewolf felt the tip graze her entrance, her body tensed.

  “Wait… what… what is that thing?!”

  Kael smirked, rubbing his gns against her hot, wet slit. “The reason you won’t walk straight for two days, pup.”

  And he pushed in. Slowly at first. But just the head made her howl, arching her back and cwing at the ground.

  “N-NO! It’s… it’s too big!”

  “No shit? And here I thought you were into adventure…”

  He kept going. Inch by inch, until his cock had nearly disappeared inside her. The female werewolf trembled, legs shaking from a blend of pain, awe, and uncontrolble need.

  Kael moved. Long, deep strokes that stretched her wide and bent her with every thrust. The sound of flesh spping echoed through the clearing. Her moans turned into shattered cries.

  “You… you’re going… too deep…!”

  “No, I’m just getting started.”

  He gripped her hips tightly, smmed his pelvis against her ass, and started pounding—heavy, feral thrusts. With each push, her voice grew louder, her body giving in. Not just to the pleasure—but literally.

  The fur began to vanish from her body, fading like smoke. Her thighs slimmed, skin turned smooth and slick with sweat. Only the white fangs, twitching wolf ears, and wagging tail remained.

  Kael paused a second, cock still buried deep, and looked down at her with a smirk.

  “Tsk. I liked you better furry. But this works too.”

  And he started again. Harder. Deeper. The female werewolf howled, and with one final thrust, came. An explosive orgasm rocked her body, her tongue lolling out as her nails tore at the earth.

  Kael didn’t stop. He fucked her like a beast in heat, and she gave in beneath him.

  Kael wasn’t done. Not even close.

  She y beneath him, trembling, barely conscious after the first orgasm. But Kael’s massive cock was still hard, slick with her juices, ready for more.

  “Already done? Tsk… disappointing. But hey, I like when they stop resisting.”

  He grabbed her hips and began again—this time slower, but even deeper. Each thrust made her shudder, moaning in broken words.

  Kael groaned low, enjoying every second. Her hot, tight body—now nearly human—was pure delight. He gripped her tits, pulled her tail, bit her neck.

  Then he came. A hot explosion that filled her womb, making her gasp again, overwhelmed by the heat inside.

  He didn’t pull out. He stayed inside.

  And started again.

  The female werewolf trembled. “N-no more… I can’t…”

  “Shut up. Your body says otherwise.”

  And it did. Every thrust spilled some of the cum already inside her, while her pussy clenched around him like it wanted more.

  A second orgasm hit her. Legs buckled, eyes rolled back. She came screaming, scratching the ground with her nails and scratching her own thighs from the intensity.

  Kael came again. Harder. Another hot wave, thick and white, spilling from her pussy in sticky strands.

  She panted, broken.

  But Kael was still hard.

  And he kept going.

  Over and over.

  He took her in every position: doggy, legs raised, on her side while gripping her tightly, tail wrapped around his wrist like a leash.

  She came each time. At some point, she stopped speaking. Just moans, trembles, and tears of pleasure.

  And then, as Kael pumped yet another load inside her, hands tight on her hips… she passed out. A gasp, a twitch—and she was gone.

  Kael pulled out slowly, thick semen dripping from her like hot honey.

  He ran a hand through his sweaty hair, looking down at her—unconscious, soaked, covered in fluids, trembling even in sleep.

  “Welcome to my harem, bitch.”

  He undid his cloak and tossed it over her like a bnket. Then lit a pipe and y beside her, grinning with satisfaction.