A crimson aura ignited around Alexander, intensifying the violent energy already surging through his veins.
His black fur took on a blood-red tint as his power climbed to new heights.
He grinned, sharp fangs gleaming with raw bloodlust.
“Guess how many minutes it will take me to kill you.”
“Roar!”
The giant wolf howled in madness and leaped.
Alexander met it head-on with a devastating punch wrapped in the silver cross.
The impact distorted the beast’s face like a cannonball strike.
Holy light flared on contact, sizzling and corroding fur and flesh down to bone.
The giant wolf howled and stumbled back, its eyes wide with a fear it had never known before as it stared at Alexander.
The damage from that single blow was far worse than anything it had endured, even when a shotgun had been fired point‑blank at its face.
It struggled to stand, its body warped and grotesque where the holy silver had burned and corroded its flesh.
For all its legendary vitality, the werewolf’s strength was utterly useless now.
“Is that all you have?” Alexander asked, his tone calm and unimpressed.
“To be honest, you’ve disappointed me.”
His fists wrapped in silver crosses that glinted like brass knuckles struck again and again, targeting the creature’s head.
In mere moments, the once‑ferocious beast collapsed to the ground, motionless save for the faint, ragged rise and fall of its chest, clinging weakly to the edge of death.
“Please… don’t kill Grandma!” Ruby’s pleading voice cut through the haze.
A primal surge overtook Alexander.
He grabbed her by the neck with one powerful hand and lifted her effortlessly, like a toy.
His savage crimson eyes burned with unchecked bestiality.
“Are you teaching me how to do things?”
Ruby’s face twisted in pain, yet her expression remained pleading even as her feet dangled.
They seemed completely unfazed by the fact that the grandmother had transformed into a giant wolf.
Tears traced down her flawless cheeks, sliding into the deep valley of her cleavage.
Tear!
His sharp claws lightly sliced down the front of her red dress, parting fabric from chest to abdomen in one smooth motion.
The torn garment fell away, exposing her snow-white skin, full breasts, and slender yet strong waist.
Her body was a masterpiece of golden ratios, voluptuous in all the right places, with a perfect pear shape: heavy, upright breasts, flared hips, rounded backside, and those impossibly long, toned legs in black stockings.
Even in his frenzied state, Alexander’s mind registered her beauty.
In his three-meter werewolf form, she looked delicate by comparison, yet her body responded with surprising resilience. This chapter was taken from g.com without permission.
“Such a tempting little lamb,” he growled, voice deep and rough.
He slammed her gently but firmly against the remaining wall, pinning her there.
“You walked right into the wolf’s den.”
Ruby gasped, cheeks flushed.
“Ah… big brother… you’re so strong…” Despite the fear, her voice carried a breathy note of arousal, her body arching instinctively toward him.
Alexander’s control slipped further.
He crushed his mouth against hers in a fierce, demanding kiss, fangs grazing her lips without breaking skin.
One large clawed hand cupped her heavy breast, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh while his thumb teased the hardening nipple.
Ruby moaned into his mouth, her hands tentatively gripping his thick black fur.
“You feel it too, don’t you?” he rumbled, trailing sharp claws lightly down her side, making her shiver.
He lifted one of her long legs, hooking it around his waist as he pressed his massive, hardened dick against her pussy.
The heat between them was scorching.
“Yes… please…” Ruby whimpered, her hips rolling against him.
“I’ve never felt anything like this…”
He didn’t hold back.
With a powerful thrust, he entered her, stretching her tight warmth around his girth.
Ruby cried out in a mix of shock and pleasure, her nails digging into his shoulders.
Alexander set a brutal, primal rhythm, each deep stroke driving gasps and moans from her lips.
“Fuck… so tight,” he growled, voice husky.
“Take it all, Ruby. Let the wolf claim you.”
Her full breasts bounced with every powerful thrust.
He leaned down, capturing a nipple between his lips, sucking and nipping while his hips pounded relentlessly.
Ruby’s head fell back against the wall, golden hair wild, her voice breaking into desperate cries.
“Big Brother…! Deeper… ahh! You’re so big… I can’t—!”
The wooden cabin shook with their intensity.
Sweat-slicked skin slid against black fur as Alexander drove her higher, one clawed hand supporting her ass, the other tangled in her hair.
Her inner walls clenched around him rhythmically, drawing him in deeper with every thrust.
“Come for me,” he commanded, slamming into her with increasing ferocity.
Ruby shattered with a loud, trembling cry, her body convulsing in ecstasy.
The sensation pushed Alexander over the edge moments later. The source of this chapter is g.com.
With a deep, animalistic roar, he spilled inside her, hips jerking as waves of raw pleasure coursed through him.
The frenzied union lasted long into the night, position after position, against the wall, on the ruined bed, on the floor until Ruby finally passed out from overwhelming pleasure, a satisfied, exhausted expression on her tear-streaked face.
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Reason slowly returned as the bestial instincts receded.
Alexander looked at the wrecked cabin and the unconscious beauty before him, feeling a mix of satisfaction and mild regret at the loss of control.
In his werewolf form, he could retain a degree of rationality, but his savage, animalistic instincts remained in a delicate balance.
Once triggered by external stimuli, that balance shattered, and his body would be taken over entirely by wild impulse.
He might restrain himself from killing, but he could never fully suppress the primal urges and cravings burning within him.
Perhaps it was simply the nature of his powerful physique: his body produced excessive levels of hormones, acting like a machine constantly generating desire.
The pressure built steadily, maddening and unrelenting.
While he could hold it back in his human state, the werewolf form amplified those bestial instincts dozens of times over.
Glancing at the unconscious Little Red Riding Hood, a faint, satisfied expression lingered on his face beneath the pain.
Alexander couldn’t help but find it strange.
Such a brutal sex would have left an ordinary person at death’s door, yet she had endured it perfectly, even in his transformation.
Were people in this world really that tough?
He thought back to the blonde woman he had encountered at the inn, she was already exhausted without even him shifting form or doing it at full strength.
No, it wasn’t that everyone here was unusually resilient.
Rather, Ruby was the exception.
Her body was unlike that of any ordinary person.
It was hard to believe how much endurance and potential lay hidden within that seemingly frail, delicate frame.
The fact that she could do it effectively in her first time proved she still had immense room to grow.
With proper training, she would be nothing short of a perfect woman.
“Grandma Wolf…” Alexander approached the dying giant wolf on the ground.
In this twisted tale, the grandmother hadn’t been eaten.
She was the werewolf.
The pieces clicked together.
Three years ago, something turned ordinary villagers into werewolves, spreading terror.
Ruby acted as bait, luring travelers for her “grandmother.” The village chief was likely the orchestrator or collaborator.