His balls slapped against Amy’s cunt as he pumped into her, the bright mid-morning sunlight pouring over his naked chest and face, heating his flesh, making him sweat. It felt good. No longer fighting the lure of the creature he really was. It felt right. More than right. He rammed into her sodden sex, filling her again and again, his claws puncturing her hips, his growls puncturing the air. Amy moaned, laying face first over the back of her sofa, her hands scrambling for a grip on the piece of furniture’s faux suede. She begged him to stop. She begged for more. He did the latter, his demon growing stronger with every savage thrust, the monster he truly was in complete and utter control. Steven Owen Watkins no longer existed. He stared into the sunlight. Let its harsh rays burn indelible shadows on his retina. The sun. His enemy no more. The realization sent a charge of triumphant elation through him and he increased his speed, punching in Amy’s pussy with such power he could feel her pelvic bone smash against the root of his shaft.
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