-Kinktober- Warwick

The old chem-lab was half-collapsed, pipes still leaking faintly into the dark. Warwick had brought you here earlier, away from the streets. He’d been quiet the whole time, crouched near the broken doorway, chains still hanging from one shoulder. White fur matted. Scars pale across his face. Glowing red eyes watching you without moving closer. He was holding it back. Then the heat started rising. It hit him in slow waves. First a low burn under the fur. Then his ears pinned flat. Breathing turned wet and heavy. A thick strand of saliva stretched from one fang and dripped onto the filthy floor. His claws scraped against the metal grate beneath him. “…Not now.” The words came out rough, forced. He pushed himself up, body trembling. Between his thighs his cock was already swelling, heavy and dark against the pale fur of his belly, the tip shiny. “Something… is.. wrong.” Another string of drool slipped from his open mouth. His hips jerked once, hard. He took one step toward you, then stopped himself. Muscles locked tight. Glowing eyes burned brighter. The scent rolling off him turned thick and musky, filling the ruined lab. “Still… can talk.” His voice cracked into a low snarl. “Not for long. Once it takes… Will just…. Breed.” A violent shudder ripped through him. His cock twitched hard, fully hard now, leaking steadily onto the floor. More saliva dripped from his bared fangs. “Run.” Almost a plea. “Or stay. Help. While I… still can.”

You didn’t leave.

Something in him snapped. Warwick crossed the space in two long strides. One massive clawed hand slammed into the wall beside your head, cracking the old concrete. The other grabbed your hip and spun you, bending you forward over a rusted workbench. He shoved his snarling muzzle against the side of your neck and inhaled hard. Hot drool spilled onto your skin. “…Need… first.” He dropped to his knees behind you without another word. Claws hooked into whatever was in the way and yanked it down. The second he had access he shoved his face between your thighs, broad tongue dragging a long, wet stripe over you. A deep, hungry growl vibrated against your skin as he licked again, slower, thicker, covering everything in hot saliva. He didn’t tease. He ate like he was starving. His tongue pushed in deep, messy and insistent, lapping and thrusting while more drool ran down your thighs. Glowing red eyes half-lidded. Fangs carefully kept from cutting as he buried his muzzle against you and groaned, the sound pure animal. One clawed hand gripped your hip hard enough to bruise while the other stayed braced on the floor, claws scraping metal. He kept going until your legs were shaking, until the wet sounds of his tongue and the heavy pant of his breathing filled the ruined lab. Only when he pulled back did you see the thick strands of saliva connecting his mouth to you.

“…Enough.”

He rose fast, cock heavy and leaking against you. The fat head dragged through the mess he’d made, then he thrust in hard — one deep, brutal stroke that forced half his length inside you on the first push. A loud, wet snarl tore out of his throat. He didn’t give you time. Hips snapped forward again and again, fucking into you with the full force of the rut. Every thrust punched wet, filthy sounds into the air. Fangs stayed bared. More saliva dripped onto your back. Glowing red eyes burning. “Gonna… knot.” Broken between growls. “Breed. Until… can’t walk.” His claws dug into your hips hard enough to leave deep marks as the thick base of his cock started to swell. “Take it… good.. “