In the dimly lit, rustic room, Jenna leaned against the worn-out wooden table, her breath coming in short, eager gasps. Her grey fur was a stark contrast to the dark timber, her tail swishing nervously behind her. She was insatiable tonight, her hormones raging like a wild storm within her small, lithe body.

Arturo, his dark fur glistening under the faint light, stood tall and imposing behind her. His eyes were filled with a primal hunger as he gazed at Jenna's exposed backside. He could feel the heat radiating from her, could smell her arousal, strong and intoxicating.

Without a word, Arturo grabbed Jenna's hips, his large hands spanning almost the entirety of her small waist. She gasped, her eyes fluttering closed, lost in the sensation of being manhandled by this powerful werewolf. He positioned himself behind her, his hardness pressing against her, making her shudder with anticipation.

Arturo bent Jenna over the table with a firm, dominant grip. She went willingly, her hands pressing on the surface of the table for support. Her tail curled up, exposing herself to him completely. Arturo took this as an invitation, his hips jerking forward, driving into her with a force that made them both groan aloud.

The room filled with the sound of their bodies slapping against each other, the table creaking in protest under their rough play. Jenna's breath hitched every time Arturo's knot pressed against her entrance, her eyes rolling back in pleasure-pain. Arturo, his face flushed red, bit his lower lip to stop himself from howling aloud.

Arturo reached around and grabbed Jenna's breast, pinching her nipple between his fingers. She cried out, arching her back, pushing herself further onto him. He took this as a challenge, his hips moving faster, harder. His other hand hung loosly, not needing to encourage her. She wanted more.

Arturo leaned forward, his body covering Jenna's smaller one. He opened his mouth wide, his sharp teeth grazing the top of Jenna's head. She shivered, a wave of heat rushing through her as Arturo began to nibble gently on her fur. He moved his hand from her breasts to her neck to cradle her throat with is clawed hand. His breath was hot against her skin, his growls sending vibrations down her spine.

Both of them were panting, their breaths ragged and uneven. Jenna's nails dug into the table, her legs shaking from the force of Arturo's thrusts. She could feel the pleasure building inside her, coiling like a snake ready to strike. Arturo must have felt it too because his movements became more urgent, more desperate.

Their eyes were closed, lost in their own worlds of sensation and desire. The room was filled with the sounds of their bodies coming together, Jenna's soft moans and Arturo's deep growls. It was raw, it was rough, but it was exactly what they both needed tonight.