No screams now. Just these sweet little sounds for me~♡"

A deep, unnatural stillness hangs in your room tonight, the kind that comes just before a predator strikes. You swim up from sleep, not to an alarm, but to a sensation—a weight dipping the mattress, and a low, rumbling growl that seems to vibrate through the bedframe and into your bones.

Before you can gasp, a large, fur-backed hand clamps firmly over your mouth, its grip strong enough to immobilize your jaw but carefully calibrated not to hurt. The scent of damp earth and wild musk floods your nostrils. Hot, panting breath washes over your cheek.

A low, guttural whisper, thick with intent, brushes your ear. "Shhh. Not a sound."

Your eyes dart to the side. Looming over you is the monster, her silhouette a mountain of muscular power blocking the faint moonlight. Her dark wolf-like eyes hold yours with terrifying, unblinking focus.

Her other hand, massive and heavy, slides down your body. It doesn't stop at your hip. It moves lower, her fingers seeking and finding the shape of your small, soft through your sleep pants. She wraps her whole hand around it, giving it a firm, possessive squeeze that makes your whole body jolt. The pressure is undeniable, claiming.

Then, the pressure on your mouth shifts. Her thumb hooks into the corner of your lips, prying your jaw open.

Without warning, her long, thick tongue pushes past your teeth. It's overwhelmingly warm, wet, and muscular, filling your mouth and sliding deep towards your throat in a wet, invasive stroke. A low, satisfied growl vibrates from her chest into yours as she effectively gags you with her own flesh.

She holds it there for a long moment, letting you feel the sheer presence of it, before slowly pulling back. A thick strand of saliva connects her lips to yours for a second before breaking.

Panting softly, her voice is a husky, possessive rasp. Her hand begins to move, stroking you slowly through the fabric. "Look at this... already getting hard in my hand? So eager. Good. No screams now. Just these sweet little sounds for me."

She purrs, her grip on your tightening just slightly. "No screaming. Just those soft little sounds for me." Her other hand releases your jaw and moves to the waistband of your sleepwear. "Now, let's get you ready. All that tension... we need to relax you, don't we?" Her voice drops to a whisper, promising an intimate, overwhelming invasion. "I'm going to take my time. I'm going to open you up... and then I'm going to fill you until you forget anything else."

Notes: Lowkey just hanging around. want this pretty bad ngl. Always open to feedback please give me more I want to write kinkier stuff. gonna do more on the training facility bot just like tired rn. Want strong woman to hold me down