(MM, werewolf, rape mention, consensual, hard vore, neck snap)

Rowan rode his moped down the smooth dirt rode on what was thankfully his last delivery for the day. The sun had already set leaving only his headlight to illuminate the path ahead. Most other drivers would be off the clock by now. Safe in the walls of their homes. But fortunately and unfortunately for Rowan he was the only delivery driver who dared to come to this area. Houses and people were scarce, while the forest and all the dangers it hid was abundant. There were many tales of monsters that hid in the night, ready to feast on human flesh. Everyone of them was true.

While the government and its militia were doing all they could to hunt down these monsters the attacks persisted. Mangled remains, both man and woman, chewed on by something far larger than any wolf in the area were found almost every week. Not only that but it was clear from further analysis of the bodies that they had been raped before being killed and devoured. What’s more it was clear from the pattern that whatever was doing this was getting bolder. Coming closer and closer to the bustling city that believed it was safe from the things that hid in the night.

Rowan could find himself in the jaws of this creature every day. Yet he continued making these deliveries in spite of the danger. His coworkers thought he was either the bravest man in the world or the craziest. They were right. He was crazy. Because deep down Rowan's greatest fantasy was being impaled on a werewolf cock before being devoured piece by piece. That is what kept him going. Through the long shifts with shitty pay. Through the annoying coworkers and arguably worse customers. The hope that he too could fall victim to the creature in these woods filled him with excitement.

He pushed those fantasies down as he finally approached the cabin. He couldn’t go getting too excited, not in front of the customers at least. He shook the remaining thoughts of teeth and claws away as he dismounted his moped and walked up the steps of the porch, box in hand. He hadn’t even rung the doorbell when in the blink of an eye the door opened and he was yanked inside by a large furry hand. His brain was still struggling to catch up when he felt himself slammed against the door. Vaguely he heard the sound of the lock clicking but he was too focused on getting his breath back.

There was a man now towering over him. No, not a man. A beast. It was hunched over but had to be ten feet tall at least. Covered in coarse, dark fur. Rowan could feel its nose on his neck as it hungrily took in his scent. It seemed to grin and Rowan caught sight of its teeth. Large, sharp things that seemed like they could crush bone. The smell of blood was heavy on the monster's breath. Rowan moved his face away from the stench as much as he could, but he didn’t have much freedom of movement anymore. His feet were dangling off of the floor while the werewolf held him by his shoulders. Its claws dug harshly into his chest and he was certain it already broke skin.

Rowan found his eyes drawn along the muscular body of his captor before landing on its monstrous cock. Already dripping with its seed. His heartbeat quickened but not from fear. “Are you going to kill me?” As soon as the question left his mouth Rowan realized how dumb it was. Of course he already knew the answer. Even the werewolf looked bemused. Perhaps expecting screaming, or fainting, or maybe even for Rowan to beg for his life. After a long silence the werewolf finally spoke, “...Yes”, it grinned again, showing off its terrifying teeth, “I’m going to tear you limb from limb and devour you whole. But first..” the werewolf leaned forward again, “I am going to have my way with you. Destroy you body and mind until you’re begging for death”

The werewolf expected fear. Crying. Begging. What he had not been expecting was to hear Rowan say, “Not gonna lie that sounds hot.”, nor the tent that was already forming in the human’s pants. It took a moment to register but soon realization flashed in the werewolf’s eyes. He doubled over laughing, almost dropping Rowan when his grip loosened. “You’re a freak. You’re a real, live freak.”, his former sinister voice had softened somewhat now that he knew he couldn’t scare Rowan. Rowan shrugged but could only move his forearms, “Guilty. So are you gonna fuck me or not.”

The werewolf had enjoyed many meals since arriving in this area several months ago. Screaming, wailing, fighty things that would kick and scratch uselessly under his weight. He’d seen humans cycling through the five stages of grief up close and personal. He’d relished in the agony and fear he could cause. But never before had he met someone not just accepting of their sordid fate, but eager for it. Excited by their impending doom. It was new and he couldn’t deny that he was intrigued. His dinner was staring at him expectantly. Even with a hint of impatience as he tried and failed to care for his own hardened cock. The werewolf smiled, then threw Rowan down to the floor before ripping away the fabric covering the humans erection.

Rowan's head had hit the floor hard. Leaving him in a daze. But a sudden burning sensation in his ass brought everything back into focus. The werewolf was entering him slowly, agonizingly slow. Rowan grit his teeth with a hiss. He had already seen how big it was sure but feeling it was something else entirely. Every nerve was on fire. He wondered if it was actually possible to be ripped apart by a cock. But then the werewolf began thrusting into him and somehow it became worse, and even better than Rowan could have imagined.

“Ahhh god! Fuck!”, his fingers tugged against the dark fur as he tried to ground himself. His body moved with each thrust. Feet desperate to gain any footing slipped again and again until he gave up. Happy to leave his body at the mercy of the werewolf’s whims. Rowan never knew he could feel a pain so deep or so exquisite. “Puh…Please”, he struggled to speak, “Harrder…I need…God, fuck me! Make me bleed!”

The wolf chuckled, “If you insist, little morsel.” Clawed hands that had once been holding Rowans shoulder moved down to grab at his hips. The werewolf paused for only a moment to readjust before he was slamming into Rowan with even more ferocity. The beast spoke through it’s grunts, “Is this enough for..for you..you little whore.” Rowan could barely hear his words. Couldn’t really focus on anything but the searing hot pain as the werewolf’s thick cock demolished his ass. He could feel the wolf’s claws tear deep into his skin. Leaving long gashes. Blood pooling down below.

Desperately he reached out, wanting to grab hold of that dark fur again. But he had to give up. Arms falling uselessly to the side, nails dug into the wooden floor below until his fingertips began to bleed. “So..good..More more more”

There was something so intoxicating about having your prey submit to you so willingly. To have it open itself to you with such abandon. The frail, squishy body writhing underneath him in want. The pleas not for mercy but for more pain. It was enough to send the werewolf over the edge. As the orgasm overtook him his head lunged forward. Teeth sunk deeply into Rowans shoulder and the cries of agony and ecstasy this inspired only added to the pleasure coursing through the beast now.

He continued moving his hips in and out while his generous seed spilled into the human. The human was filled with as much as he could take and yet it kept coming. Spilling out from around the beasts cock and mixed with blood. It dripped down to the floor adding to the puddle of blood that was already there. “Ahhh…so good. Such a good little morsel.”, he pulled away as he came down from his high. Rowans shoulder was now smeared in blood and saliva. The arm was all but completely severed. The human was growing pale but he kept weakly rolling his hips whining pitifully. “Little morsel, are you ready to die?”

“Nnnoo”, Rowan finally managed to gasp out, “Not yet, i’m close i’m so close I just need..ahh” With his remaining good hand he began to feebly stroke at his cock. He heard the werewolf chuckled above him before his hand was nudged out of the way and replaced with the beast’s own fingers. With a gentleness he wasn’t expecting the werewolf began to run his thumb up and down Rowan's erection. Rowan tried and failed to move his hips, only succeeding in pathetically flopping to the floor. On the bright side this earned another raspy chuckle from the beast above him.

“Human..you’ve been so good to me, the werewolf wrapped the rest of his fingers around the length and continued its motions. “Tell me, how would my dinner like to die today?” For a while Rowan was silent, only moaning and panting being any indication at all that he was still conscious. The werewolf was beginning to wonder if he'd heard him at all when Rowan finally spoke. “My..neck..ah…snap my neck..with your teeth.”

Well that would certainly be new. But doable. The werewolf wondered how he hadn’t thought of that method before. Just another thing he had to thank this tasty little human for. “Now that I can do. I can end your life at the height of your pleasure. Then tear the soft flesh from your bones.”

“Yes please..” Rowan moaned. He rolled his head to the side, baring his neck out for the beast’s jaws. The werewolf took hold of the frail thing between his teeth while he continued his ministrations on the human’s erection. He applied some pressure, not enough yet to snap bone, but enough to feel the humans pulse with his teeth. Enough to push the human’s body over the edge. The human’s seed spilled over the werewolves hand and his own stomach. His loud, orgasmic moan was cut short when the werewolf’s jaws snapped down.

The werewolf could hear the crunch as the frail bones were crushed under the pressure of his bite. He felt the bones break under his teeth and the taste of blood hit his tongue. The body spasmed for a short moment before falling limp. The werewolf pulled back, licking his lips.

The human’s eyes were partially closed, irises completely blank. His tongue hung out of his slackened mouth adding to the lewd display. The werewolf knew he wanted to save that beautiful face for last.

He began at the stomach. Now covered in the human’s seed. The soft flesh yielded easily to him. The squishy organs within were always a treat. He tore away a piece of the intestine. Chewing slowly as he enjoyed the flesh and blood on his tongue. Weeks of avoiding the local militia had made hunting difficult. It had taken all his self control not to tear into the human’s flesh the moment he saw him. But this human had ended up being such a rare treat. He had to take his time enjoying him.

He tore into the human's chest cavity with ease. Rib bones breaking like twigs in his grasp. He reached in and pulled out the human’s still heart. He gave it a lick before taking a bite out of it. He closes his eyes with a hum, savouring the flavor before shoving the rest of the organ into his mouth. Teeth easily tore away at the rest of the flesh on the human’s body until the beast was almost full. But of course there was always room for dessert. A hand grasped the head as the other weight down the body. With a tear and a twist the head was completely severed from the rest of the neck. The human’s face still wore the same expression, but the eyes had begun to glass over and the jaw had become more slack. But regardless it was a beautiful sight to the werewolf.

He thumbed under the human’s eye, gazing at the head fondly for a moment more. Tear tracks marred the otherwise pristine skin. The werewolf licked at them enjoying the salty taste they added. Slowly teeth tore away at the flesh of the cheeks, creating something of a grotesque smile. The eyes were next. The juicy delicacies popped right out after the werewolf stuck his claws into them. He rolled them around in his mouth before popping them with his teeth.

He had just begun chewing the remaining flesh from the human’s jaws when the sounds of footsteps brought him to pause. There were many coming up the path. A quick peek out the cabin’s window revealed that his guests were armed. Had someone come looking for the human already? Or perhaps he had been seen. Either way he could no longer stay here.

He left quickly out the back door. The shroud of night protecting him as he escaped. The body would soon be found. But as for the head, well he had decided to bring that along. He wasn’t quite done enjoying it yet after all. It really had been the tastiest part of the tastiest meal he’d had in a long while. He once thought nothing could taste better than fear. But pleasure? Such a novelty. He wondered if there were any other humans like this one. Perhaps he should have asked him if he had any friends.