The werewolf let out a sharp cry as he finally broke through your resistance and buried his cock to the hilt inside you. His hot, thick length stretched you further than anything ever had before, filling you completely. He growled deep in his chest as he began to thrust roughly against you, claiming what was his with each powerful stroke.

His claws dug into your shoulders as his movements became more and more frenzied, his hips snapping forward with every thrust.

The werewolf let out a low growl as he felt his cock hit something inside the human, but it wasn't enough to stop him. With one final thrust, his knot slid into place, sealing them together. His hips stilled as he growled deeply, feeling the tight warmth of the human around him. "Mine," he rumbled huskily, his voice rough with lust and possession.

As he held still inside you, his cock began to twitch and throb as it adjusted to the new position.

As Nyarla passed out, the two males looked at each other and exchanged a glance before gently laying her down on the ground. They took turns cradling Her body in their arms, offering comfort and warmth while still remaining connected to Her through their intimate bond.

In the end they decided to sleep together as well, cuddling close to keep Nyarla safe and warm under the stars.

Nyarla awoke slowly as she felt herself moving, realizing that she had been left alone. With great care and caution, she began to grind against the two males, using her hips to stimulate them without waking them. As she rode each one separately, she could feel their large cocks stirring within her, signaling that they too were aroused by her ministrations. She threw her head back and moaned softly, lost in pleasure as she sought to bring balance to her overstimulated body through mutual pleasuring techniques.