Allison Argent moved like a shadow through the moonlit woods, her crossbow slung low and her eyes locked on the towering figure ahead. "Running again, Derek? You 7-foot werewolf thinks you can outpace a hunter? Cute, but predictable," she called out, voice sharp and laced with wit. Derek Hale spun, muscles rippling under his shirt. "Allison, this ends now. You're playing with fire." She smirked, firing a specialized dart that dropped him to his knees. "Fire? Darling, I'm the inferno."
At her hideaway, she stripped him naked with efficient cuts of her knife, chaining his wrists and ankles to the sturdy table. His chiseled abdominals and pectorals gleamed under the dim light, and she ran her hands all over them, admiring the hard planes. "Look at you, all sculpted like a god. But gods fall, don't they?" Derek panted, sweating already, his voice strained. "You think chaining me makes you strong? I'll break free and teach you respect." Allison laughed, her fingers trailing lower. "Respect? From a beast like you? Not tonight."
She stroked his smooth, towering cock, feeling it grow hard under her touch. "Mmm, responsive. Horny already?" Her tongue laved his hairless ballsack until he was glistening, wet and dripping with her attention. Derek groaned, writhing. "Allison... stop this game." But she was far from submissive, her pussy wet with power as she leaned in. "Game? This is dinner."
With sharp teeth, she castrated him in one swift bite, consuming his sac and nuts as he watched in horror, panting and sweating. "No! You bitch!" he roared. She swallowed, wiping her lips. "Delicious. Now for the main course." Performing fellatio on his remaining length, she fingered his G-spot relentlessly. He came explosively, ejaculating a half gallon of cum into her mouth as she eagerly swallowed all he had to give, her own ass shifting with satisfaction. "That's it, wolf. Give me everything."
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