You decide to take him up on his offer, and he takes you out to the parking lot. The iron gate clacks shut behind you, and the two of you stop for a moment and watch a crowd of naked teenagers running around, being chased by a dozen massive wolves.
Some bend over, accepting their fate, and are fucked viciously by the beasts, and some give playful screams as they pretend that they don't want exactly what's happening to them. One of the beasts, quicker than the others to climax, swallows a boy whole. His dick still red and hard, he moves on to fuck another victim, who seems to be the first boy's twin brother from the looks of it.
After a few moments, James clears his throat. "Are you coming?" He asks.
You smirk back. "I will be soon," you say, with a flirty wink.
"Cool." He takes you to his car, a red convertible, and drives you to his apartment. After you walk in the door, you find a tidy living room, with a leather couch facing a TV.
James grabs your arm, turning you around, and pushes you up against the wall. He kisses you roughly, nibbling on your lips as his hot, minty breath enters your mouth. "I hope you know what you're getting into," he says, "because you're not leaving this room alive."
"And if I don't want to?" You reply, coyly.
He pushes you against the wall again, and shoves a hand down into your tight shorts. "You don't have a choice in the matter, slut."
You moan as he fingers your wet cunt, slipping one, then two, then three inside your pussy, and rubbing his thumb against your clit. You're disheartened as he stops for a moment, unbuttoning your shorts. He reaches up and tears off your light blouse, then grabs your bra in both hands and rips it in half.
"You're not saving it as a trophy?" You ask. A lot of guys like collecting mementos of their victims.
"Fuck no. Why would I keep track of dog's meals?" He replies. The thought that you're that unimportant to him just turns you on all the harder.
"Bend over, slut." He commands, and you obey, as he roughly shoves your shorts and panties down. You step out of them and are pushed onto the couch.
Apparently figuring he's done enough foreplay, he shoves his cock into your wet hole without warning. "You like that, you little prey bitch?" He taunts as he fucks your cunt, grabbing your hips to slam you harder. You can only moan in reply.
Speeding up, he slams his hips to yours harder, and you feel a warmth inside you as his seed spurts into your fertile womb. Not waiting for your pleasure at all, though, he tosses you to the floor.
"Here boy!" He shouts. Around the corner, you see a massive wolfhound pad over, his - and it's obviously a 'he" - red dick hanging down, dripping pre-cum. "Hands and knees, slut," James chides, and you obey, presenting yourself for his pet.
If his dog minds sloppy seconds, he doesn't show it, and the beast mounts you, moving to jam his dick into your already stretched hole. You moan as the wolfhound pistons his cock into your hole, and you reach one hand off the ground to rub your clit.
The dog speeds up, shaking you around with his hammering, and you feel his knot swell in your vaginal tunnel, moaning as the dog's spunk is shot into your waiting womb. The beast pants above you as it waits for his knot to deflate so he can eat you.
It soon does, and you feel his seed mixed with James' pour down your legs. The dog steps back, and takes your feet into his mouth, gulping down your thighs, then your curvaceous hips, before your tight stomach, small tits, and shoulders follow.
"Good boy Bruce," James tells the hound, scratching his ears, "eat up that slut!"
"Oh yes," you moan as you're consumed, "eat me up Bruce." You furiously pump four fingers into your pussy, enjoying your last moments as much as you can as the beast gobbles you up. Soon, his mouth closes over your head, covering you in warm, acrid darkness as you are pulled into his stomach.
Still jerking off, your skin starts to tingle in the vacuous space, but you quickly go lightheaded and pass out.
