Page 3 of The Werewolf's Sauna

I pulled back from the tentacle-cock, a strand of bioluminescent fluid connecting my lips to its tip. The human cock was impressive, easily eight inches and thick enough that my fingers wouldn't meet if I wrapped them around it. I shifted on the bench, angling myself so I could service both partners.

Taking the human cock in my left hand, I stroked it slowly while returning my mouth to the oceanic creature's appendage. The contrast was intoxicating, the familiar heat and hardness of human flesh in my palm, while my mouth worked around the alien texture and otherworldly taste of my other partner.

The human began thrusting through the hole, fucking my fist with desperate need. I could hear him panting on the other side, probably stroking himself where I couldn't reach. Meanwhile,the sea creature's appendage was pulsing faster, the ridges along its length swelling as it approached climax.

I alternated between them, taking the human cock deep into my throat until I gagged, then switching back to lap at the sensitive nodules covering the tentacle. My own cock was throbbing, leaking steadily onto the bench beneath me.

The oceanic being came first, his appendage suddenly rigid as it pumped thick, glowing fluid down my throat. The taste was intense, salt and minerals and something indefinably alien that made my head spin. I swallowed greedily, the tingling sensation spreading through my entire body now.

The human followed moments later, his cock jerking in my grip as he shot rope after rope of hot cum through the hole. It splattered against the wall, some landing on my chest and shoulders. I milked him until he was spent, feeling him soften in my grasp.

Both my partners withdrew, leaving me alone and aching with need. I heard footsteps as they left their booths, but I remained, hoping someone else would take their place. My cock was painfully hard, the otherworldly tingling making every nerve ending hypersensitive.

I didn't have to wait long. The booth to my right filled again, and a new cock appeared through the hole, this one belonging to something with scaled skin and a distinctly reptilian shape. Probably a dragon of some sort. I eagerly wrapped my lips around it, tasting something smoky and wild. I was in heaven.

By the time I finally left the gloryhole area, I'd serviced five different partners and my jaw ached pleasantly. The tingling from the sea creature's fluids had faded to a warm glow throughout my body, leaving me relaxed but still desperately horny. I'd managed to edge myself the entire time without climaxing, saving my release for whatever came next.

I padded through the corridors, my towel draped over my shoulder, cock still hard and bobbing with each step. The sauna called to me, that wet heat would feel incredible on my sensitized skin. As I rounded the corner toward the sauna complex, I could already feel the wave of superheated air washing over me.

The sauna area consisted of three separate rooms of varying temperatures. I chose the middle sauna, the one offering the most intense heat without being unbearable. Pulling open the heavy wooden door, I was hit with a wall of steam and the sharp scent of cedar. Through the haze, I could make out a few shadowy figures seated on the tiered benches. I stepped inside, letting the door thud shut behind me.

As my eyes adjusted to the dim light filtering through the steam, I realized there were only three other occupants. Two were engaged in quiet conversation on the lower bench, a lithe elf with luminescent markings tracing his jawline and a stocky human with a dark beard. But it was the third figure that made my breath catch.

Sprawled across the upper bench, taking up space meant for at least three men, was the largest werewolf I'd ever seen. Even in his relaxed position, his massive frame dominated the small room. His fur was a rich, deep brown that glistened with sweat in the heat. Powerful muscles rippled beneath that thick pelt with every slight movement. His eyes were closed, but I could see his nostrils flare as I entered. He was scenting me.

I chose a spot on the middle bench, not too close to the werewolf but definitely within his line of sight should he open his eyes. The heat enveloped me immediately, drawing beads of sweat that trickled down my chest and back. I leaned against the cedar wall, letting my legs fall slightly open, my still-hard cock on full display.

The elf and human continued their hushed conversation, occasionally casting glances my way but mostly focused on eachother. The werewolf, however, remained motionless except for the steady rise and fall of his broad chest.

Minutes passed in the sweltering heat. I closed my eyes, focusing on the sensation of sweat rolling down my skin, the way the wood felt against my back, the lingering tingling from the sea creature's essence. I was so lost in these sensations that I didn't notice the movement until a shadow fell across me.

I opened my eyes to find the werewolf standing directly in front of me, his massive frame blocking out the light. Up close, he was even more impressive. He had to be at least seven feet tall, with shoulders twice the width of mine. His muzzle was long and powerful, lined with teeth that could easily tear flesh. But it was his eyes that held me captive, amber irises with dark pupils that seemed to glow from within.

"You smell like the ocean," he rumbled, his voice so deep I felt it in my chest more than heard it. "And cum."

I swallowed hard, my cock twitching visibly at his words. "I had an encounter with a sea creature earlier in the glory holes.”

The werewolf's muzzle curled into what might have been a smile. Without warning, he reached out one massive paw and placed it on my chest, directly over my hammering heart. His claws were retracted, but I could feel their potential against my skin. The pads of his fingers were rough, calloused, and deliciously hot against my sweat-slick chest.

"I can smell how aroused you are," he growled, his voice dropping even lower. "You've been servicing others, but haven't found your own release yet."

It wasn't a question, but I nodded anyway, my throat suddenly dry despite the humid air.

The elf and human had fallen silent, watching our interaction with undisguised interest. The werewolf glanced at them over his shoulder, a low rumble emanating from his chest.

"Leave us," he commanded, and they scrambled to obey, gathering their towels and slipping out the door without a word of protest.

When the door clicked shut behind them, the werewolf turned his attention back to me. His paw slid down my chest, across my stomach, until it wrapped around my cock. His grip was firm but careful, mindful of his strength.

"Such a pretty human," he murmured, stroking me slowly. "So eager to please. I wonder if you can take what I have to offer."

I looked down to where his own member had emerged from its sheath, hanging heavy between his thighs. It was intimidating, as thick as my wrist, with a tapered head and a pronounced knot at the base that was already beginning to swell. Pre-cum dripped from the tip, sizzling when it hit the hot wooden floor.

"I can try," I whispered, unable to tear my gaze away from his magnificent cock.

The werewolf chuckled, a sound like distant thunder. "Brave little human. Stand up."

I obeyed instantly, my legs trembling slightly as I rose to my feet. Even standing, I barely reached his chest. He towered over me, his presence overwhelming in the confined space of the sauna.

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