Roxanne Wolf FNAF compilation – volume 5 [FNAF]

In the grimy, neon-lit backroom of Freddy Fazbear’s, Roxanne Wolf, her mechanical joints oiled and ready, prowls the shadows. Her fur is slick, reflecting the harsh industrial glow, and her eyes, twin moons of hunger, lock onto the lone figure cowering in the corner. The air is thick with the scent of synthetic lubricant and the faint hum of her servos. She doesn’t bother with words; her growls, low and guttural, echo through the chamber, a primal call to submission. Her tail, a thick, muscular appendage, lashes out, wrapping around his waist, pulling him close. Her breath is hot against his ear, a harsh, mechanical pant. She doesn’t need to be gentle; her strength is a force of nature, her grip unyielding. She tears at his clothes, her claws sharp and precise, leaving trails of red on his skin. Her mouth, a maw of sharp teeth and dripping saliva, descends on his neck, biting down hard, claiming him as her prey.

Her hips grind against him, her fur rubbing raw against his skin. The room is filled with the sound of metal on metal, the clanking of her joints, the wet squelch of her saliva mixing with his blood. She lifts him effortlessly, her arms like vices, and slams him against the wall. His back arches, a cry of pain and pleasure ripped from his throat. She doesn’t hesitate, her paw-like hand gripping his throbbing cock, stroking it with a ferocity that borders on violence. Her other hand, claws extended, digs into his thighs, holding him in place. She leans in, her tongue, long and rough, licking a trail up his chest, tasting his sweat, his fear, his desire. She growls again, a sound of pure, unadulterated lust, and then she takes him, her mouth enveloping his cock, her teeth grazing his sensitive skin. He screams, a raw, primal sound, as she sucks him deep, her throat constricting around him, her eyes never leaving his. She yiffs him brutally, her head bobbing up and down, her tail whipping around, a wild, untamed beast claiming her mate.