I
The beasts of lore are not the same as now.
A modern werewolf stands quite tall and proud.
Their violent past they firmly disavow.
The mission now? Make cute guys squeal out loud!

In suit and tie, they stroll about their day.
Some shop for treats at pet stores in the mall.
They leave their fur and fangs on full display,
And only sometimes grind up on y'all.

If you excuse their minor humpage, please,
You'll see that they are suffering great need,
As when they shove you down upon your knees,
A knot of red appears; he asks, “Please knead?"

A werewolf's lust can be quite difficult to sate,
So do it right and you'll be asked to mate!

II
But one werewolf is not enough for some;
A dozen plus some more is way more fun!
From darkened hallways of the mall they come,
Each panting, growling, watching your tight bun.

With fourteen werewolves crowding all around,
The beefy wolflike bodies block the light.
They pack in close to muffle any sound
As massive lupine swells fill up your sight.

Discarding suits and coats, they up their growls,
With muscled bodies squeezing tight, but smells
Engage your nostrils, damp and hot, then howls
Erupt to ring your head like many bells!

These werewolves are quite ravenous tonight!
Be careful that you don’t end up a bite!

III
A dozen yellow eyes glint in the dark.
Their claws rake over thighs and chest and more.
The sharpened points drag down your bulging arc.
Plump lips press forward, whisper: “You’ll be sore…”

When modern werewolves gang up on a toy,
They’re careful not to rend or tear their prize.
They want to bring their plaything special joy,
And fill them up with spunk right to the eyes!

One after next, they take their turns, some twice.
The werewolf knots invade your rump and throat
As many of the beasts line up for thrice.
They happily discuss your rump and gloat:

“For such a cutie, he stays oh-so-tight!
We oughtta keep ‘im here to play all night!”

IV
Bukaké scenes can often underwhelm,
But werewolves make enough to satisfy!
Huge ropes of seed run down your face, unhelmed.
Soon all fourteen huge males let out a cry.

Their howls reach halls full of security
And draw attention from the passerby.
They quickly stuff their shafts away safely,
Though bulges do their aroused state bely.

The guard arrives to find you a hot mess.
“They’ve come again,” he says, without intent.
“Are you okay, or are you in distress?”
You hold back your true thoughts: No wolves? Lament!

You growl and leave, a smile upon your lip,
Because a werewolf slipped and gave a nip…