The sensation was a brutally specific violation of all categories, not the uniform warmth of human skin nor the coarse, dense pelt of a pure beast. It was a perverse mosaic. As I sunk my fingers into the plushness of her ass cheeks, the top layer was a shock of soft, tight curls, but beneath that fur, the flesh gave way with a distinctly human yield, soft, then firm, a thick, squishy fat layer over hard muscle. It was a hybrid reality, and I reveled in its wrongness as I dragged her trembling haunches back onto me.
She answered with a guttural, echoing howl, her jaw, now fully elongated into a wolven muzzle, snapping shut on the bloody steak. Rivulets of crimson and fat smeared across her dagger-like teeth, dripping in thick strands to patter on the floor.
I hoisted her tail, a silken flag of fur, revealing the prize beneath. The asshole was a plucked, pink flower, glistening with a slick, clear sheen from my earlier teasing. The sphincter clenched and fluttered nervously. Below it, her slit—swollen and tight—gleamed with its own invitation, but I ignore it for now, It would have to wait for its day.
My hand, possessive on the swell of her cheek, crept inward. I placed my thumb squarely against that twitching, tight star of flesh.
Feeling the exquisite, tight-ringed resistance, I granted no courtesy. I pushed with a brutal, deliberate force, feeling the intimate tear of membrane and muscle as my thumb breached her, sinking to the knuckle in one ruthless invasion.
A sharp, choked yelp escaped her, but the beast's focus was on the meat. Seeing the steak nearly gone, I extended my free hand. With a crackle of condensed silver essence, a rope, of mercury-like silver coalesced from the air. I willed it to snare a fresh cut of meat and dangle it before her snapping jaws, dropping it just as she finished the last.
All the while, my index finger joined my thumb inside her, the two digits working in a slow, scissoring stretch against the hot, clenching vise of her rectum.
I could feel the intimate, velveteen grip of her inner walls, a firm, rhythmic pressure against my invading digits. The resistance was exquisite. As she lunged for the new steak, I reclaimed my grip on the base of her tail, holding her steady, anchoring myself in the wild, contradictory truth of her body, the animal's pelt and howl, the human flesh and heat, and the conquered, yielding ring of muscle that pulsed around my working.
My own throbbing cock, a rigid, aching column, wept steady strings of pearly precum that spattered onto the marble, proof of my rapturous cruelty and pure enjoyment. Slowly, I fed my middle finger into that devouring heat, savoring the incremental surrender as each digit was swallowed by her soft, clutching depths.
She jolted, a full-body shudder, whether from the deepening invasion or some other sensation, or maybe confused signals from her transforming nerves, I didn't care. My ring finger followed, not with patience, but in one single, brutal swoop. Now I began to fuck her asshole in earnest with four fingers. Each withdrawal pulled out a glistening coat of her inner slickness; each re-entry was a wet, plunging sound, a conquest. First slowly, then with gathering speed.
Just as my pinky finger pressed to join the others, all five of my fingers were buried to the base inside her, her once-tight hole now a stretched, blanched ring of flesh strained taut around my wrist.
Her cries had morphed into continuous, ragged yelps, a beautiful symphony of wolfish bark and the fading ghost of a human moan. My pace became relentless. Soon, I was working my entire hand inside her, withdrawing until only the last knuckles remained before plunging back in to the wrist. The feeling of her internal resistance finally breaking down was a cathartic flood in my veins.
Her howls dissolved into strangled, drawn-out whimpers. Joining the puddle of my precum on the floor were new droplets: the clear, musky juices that now leaked freely from her untouched pussy below, each pathetic yelp punctuated by a fresh trickle.
I used no lube. The only lubricant was her own forced slickness and, soon, the coppery tang of blood. A thin scarlet streak soon painted my knuckles, mixing with her fluids. As my pace turned ruthless, almost like punishing her inside with ruthless punches, a silver gleam reflected in my widened eyes, a manic grin stretching my own mouth to reveal elongated, sharpening fangs. The red on my hand grew brighter, thicker. Each pull of my fist now drew out a viscous drip of crimson that splattered onto the growing mess below.
The marble floor was a canvas of depravity: pools of milky precum, strands of her vaginal honey, streaks of clear anal slickness, and blooming rosettes of her blood.
She had finished the last steak at some point. Now, her elongated muzzle hung open, panting. Thick, silvery strands of saliva, a hybrid drool dripped from between her sharp teeth and over her gums, adding to the filthy stars of steak on the floor.
The red tattoo-like markings on her face now blazed, framing her entire forehead and cheeks, highlighting eyes that had shifted to a pure, feral yellow. They squinted in pain one moment, then bulged wide in overwhelmed sensation the next, as if her own betraying body was a foreign landscape of agony and unwelcome pleasure.
When I finally judged her prepared, I ripped my hand free with a wet, sucking pop.
As if a dam had broke. A gush of slick, blood-tinged fluid, held inside by the constant plug of my fist, poured from her ruined hole, splashing warmly onto my thighs and the floor.
What I saw was a gaping, dark-pink maw. The inner flesh of her rectum was visible, raw and glistening, slowly welling with fresh blood.
I knelt straighter, lining up my cock. It was hungrily erect, a throbbing beast of its own, veins like sinuous worms slithering up its length. Beneath the skin, faint streaks of silver light pulsed within those distended veins. It was so hard it felt alien, a weapon of pure animal intent.
My hands gripped the narrow, trembling architecture of her hips, now fully narrowed to a wolf's sleek shape, and I positioned the broad, weeping head of my cock against that devastated, bleeding entrance. A wave of blistering heat traveled from the crown to the very root of my balls, a promise of violence and catharsis that awaited ahead.
And I knew, with absolute certainty. This was going to be a absolutely cathartic fuck.
And no power in this world or any other for that matter could pull me out of her before I had my fill.