Fucktoy for Werewolves

>You will never be kidnapped by the 8 foot tall, 700 pound alpha female of a werewolf pack
>She will never decide to use you as her own personal fucktoy.
>Her mate, only slightly smaller than she is, will never begrudgingly accept you provided he gets to use you if she's not available.
>They will never find your escape attempts almost as amusing as your struggles when you're pinned beneath one of them.
>They will never decide to experiment one night and use you as the meat in a werewolf sandwich.
>They will never enjoy it so much it becomes their new nightly routine.
>You will never spend each day lying there, body broken, sore, and too exhausted to move from their nightly activities.
>You will never realize that this is how you will die, carelessly crushed between two masses of flesh and fur while they are in the throes of passion.
>You will never die happy knowing you brought your alphas a bit more pleasure.

Alternate soft vore scenario:

While he's strong enough to pin your arms to your side and lift you up to his face, it's not like the size difference is quite big enough to justify his hot, humid breath on your face as he opens his maw and begins to push you in.
Or his jaws clamped down on your torso, your body scraping across his sharp teeth and drawing a few drops of blood, his tongue running across your tear stained face before pulling your head into his throat.
He wouldn't then tilt his head back, letting gravity and your weight aid him as, gulp by gulp, he pulls more of you in.
He wouldn't give a satisfied sigh after the final gulp as your weight settled pleasantly into his gut and the only sign of your existence is now a slight bulge in his stomach.
His mate would never arrive shortly after and question him as to your whereabouts.
You would never listen to them arguing about how they agreed she would eat you when they were done with you while you are forced to curl up in a ball by his iron hard muscles as they squeeze and knead you within his dark, hot, and suffocating depths.


They would never have makeup sex, you getting to feel every thrust as he vigorously fucks his mate until you drift off into unconsciousness, never to awaken again, your death fueling an unusually long and energetic night of mating.