I was so completely overwhelmed by the sensitivity with which he moved his penis around my face that the starkness of the next thing he did was even m...re overwhelming. In one smooth motion, he slid the shaft of his wet cock across my lips and then quickly forced the massive head between my lips and down to my throat before I knew it. Immediately, that slick gag milk came up from my throat and shot out my mouth. It spewed over his belly and balls and fell down on my dick and legs. That. A chill settled onto me. Werewolves were an all female race, single sexed like all the creatures born from Las’s masturbation. The God of Lust had spewed his seed across the world, spawning different creatures from changelings like me to the bitches racing through the world, vaguely humanoid, furry beasts with wolfish features. They needed men to breed.They fucked them to death.I didn’t know what was going on back at camp. Something more than werewolves had attacked us. Faoril’s magic was. She looked round at him strapped in the ballgag and utterly unable to protest. She sunk her back and settled on her knees on the floor ready for some hot action. Peter grabbed her hips and pulled them to himself and smiled to himself at the way she was displaying her dripping wet pussy peeking out from between the top of her thighs and her anus exposed for what ever he desire. She felt so vulnerable even worse than if her legs where spread wide. Peter slapped her ass hard with the palm of. When she finally came down from her transcendental high, in heaving breaths she turned around to view the monitor. The camera zoomed in from her crouched body to a close up of her sweaty, glazed and panting face. Over four thousand watchers had witnessed her debasement. As she slowly dismounted, muscles threatening to collapse from their efforts, several new popup profiles loaded on her screen showing close-ups of yet more men in their frenzied finishing stages of getting off while the thought.