<em>Clutching her thick rump with his claws hard enough to draw blood, he labored slowly to ram as much of his enormous cock inside of Vasha.  His body arched in the plow, his lips naturally forming into an 'o' and his breaths softly emitting a howl.  It was painful and delightful to deliver something so big into something so small.  Vasha was dead.  She did not need organs.  She was a vampire.  She could heal.  So Gabriel sputtered whistly chuckles as, by sheer force (and as a timberwolf, he commanded a great deal of force) buried his cock into her pussy to the very hilt.</em><br/><br/>Feral need drove her to heights unattainable by a mere mortal.  Her body stretched, her insides giving way to accommodate his large throbbing cock.  If she had been human this wouldn't have been possible and Vasha once again thanked her creator for giving her the gift of being the living dead.<br/><br/><em>A few words about Gabriel in this form.  His skin was black, but his fur was of white and grey.  The fur was thick and soft, but seemed cold to the touch.  The lone exception to his transformation was an arm, which appeared too large for him in human shape appeared just the right size in his wolf state.<br/><br/>Crouching behind Vasha, or rather sitting on his haunches, Gabriel slid his large hands underneath Vasha's thighs and lifted them up to wrap them around his waist.  He then grabbed her neck and lifted Vasha off the table, suspending her on the lone tension of his pipe-sized cock.  Then, with wanton strength, Gabriel pulled Vasha off of his dick, peeling her pussy away until he reached the ripe edges of his mushroomed head.  It was so cyclopean in its arousal that it locked Gabriel and Vasha together.  Nevermind that.  Gabriel eased Vasha back unto his cock until his pelvis met hers, and he just as easily allowed her to withdraw.</em><br/><br/><em>This would not continue for long.  Gabriel worked his way up in speed, until the quota of his desire could not be met by only pulling and pushing Vasha up and down on his cock.  No, he had to thrust.  And as he thrust to satisfy his desire, he growled menacingly and salivated at the sexy symmetry cut by Vasha's cold, dead body.</em><br/><br/>Her lithe body suspended in the air by his cock had her panting and screaming.  The pleasure so exquisite that she wanted to shout to the stars in the sheer beautiful agony of it.  Her body was stretched and torn and still she begged for more.  Savage lust consumed her and she pushed against him, writhing and pumping, her hips hammering hard and fast along his dick.  Gasps gave way to growls and snarls as the white hot pleasure threatened to engulf her whole.  By the time he started to thrust inside of her, she was nearly blind with the consuming desire for release.  Her body thrust against him, answering every pump of his hips with her own and as the speed increased she screamed and hissed as the white hot ecstasy ripped through her small body signaling the rapture only release with this man could bring.