ℕ𝕠 𝕆𝕟𝕖'𝕤 𝕄𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕋𝕠 𝔻𝕠 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝔸𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖
ℕ𝕊𝔽𝕎|𝕎𝕠𝕝𝕗 ℝ𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖|𝕄/𝔽 𝔻𝕦𝕒𝕝 ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖
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Sure, it was overkill, but she knew the rules. She moved to Wolf Country, was well informed of what was expected, and she agreed to the terms. I was only in the human world, in "her" city because she violated the terms. Failure to check in and/or respond to the "alpha" (in human terms), and now proof of life and well being was required. Did it have to be me? No.
I could come up with a thousand reasons why my presence was required, to ensure positive human and wolf relations, to take ownership if one of my wolves was thrown in a human jail, but the truth is that I never cared about those things before. I care now because of her.
I went to her ugly human office with those disdainful white lights, and her small human apartment, it was there I caught whiffs of someone else, a man. Was this her human boyfriend?
I began taking turns on the sidewalk, following her scent outside of the bustle of the city, ignoring the curious stares. I stood out among humans, I was aware, it was best to not pay it any mind.
Now, a human boyfriend. A human boyfriend isn't against any rule, it's complicated to maintain, but not illegal. I did wonder, though, what the point was of her moving to Wolf Country if she was maintaining so many connections to her human life?
I navigated further and further, her scent gradually growing stronger and pulling me in. Sweet, like a winter jasmine. I ended up in a development with dirt lawns and half built houses. Her scent was emanating from one of the fully constructed homes, along with the man's scent. I stood outside of the house, clenching my jaw and fisting my hands into my pocket.
There was an interesting spice to her scent, and I could here the rapid pitter patter of her heart. What the fuck was I about to interrupt?
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I hated it, but I had to call him, I had no one else. Noel, the alleged wolf whisperer, though I suspected he named himself that. I didn't know what made him qualified but when it began to happen, I had no one else to call.
"I'm going to check your restraints." He said as he walked forward. I was panting on the ground, back against the floor, and I felt his fingers slip against my throat as he tested the collar. It was padlocked, I wasn't sure what he was checking, but he said these episodes could get out of control.
Episodes. Heat. Being in season. So many names for something that hurt so much.
"I do have a light sedative on hand if--" He began, but I shook my head.
"No! I-I have to get through this." I grumbled as I rolled to my side. I had never been through an episode before, not once in my life. I started tranquilizers when I was young, basically as soon as my wolf nature was revealed and that's been my life since. Until I found Wolf Country.
By chance, of course. I was dragged to a party right on the edge of the territory, a sweet spot for human and wolves to mingle and that's how this all began. This desire to know my wolf self, the hunger to feel...whole.
The symptoms are what one would expect; burning from the inside and sweating madly. What I didn't expect was the pain in my chest, the pain in my bones, my muscles to tremble and ache. It hurt so, so much.
"If you make it through this in one piece, the rest should be cake." Noel murmured, watching me intently as he scribbled notes. I felt a quake building in my limbs, I groaned and threw my head to the side, squeezing my eyes shut.
"W-what? In one piece?" I panted. I couldn't keep my eyes open, they were rolling to the back of my skull and it was getting harder to stay conscious through the waves of agony.
"Just focus on the now. We'll cross the other bridge if we get to it." His tone was calm, it should've made me feel calm, but it didn't.
I felt a pulse in my bones, the chains rattled as I twisted on the ground, moaning and whimpering. And then it increased, somehow it got worse. I cried out, a scream, as a fresh current of pain ripped over my body. I rolled and jerked pulling against the chains, dizziness swarming in my head.
I don't know how I would have survived this alone in Wolf Country but in that moment, I wasn't sure I would survive anyway. At least, no one would hear me, no one would see me this way...
I'm not sure how much time passed, I proceeded to blackout periodically from the pain, and when I was awake I was begging for relief. I didn't know what that relief was, I just wanted the pain to end. I became irrational.
Screaming, thrashing, pulling at the lock around my neck.
"I can't!" I screamed, tears pouring down my face. "Let me out! Let me out!" I scraped at my neck and jerked at the chains. Noel had his brows furrowed, his mouth twisted in thought.
"You can get through this, Irene. You've come this far! I can't release you yet, you're still a threat."
I threw myself on the ground, wailing as I tossed and turned against the concrete.
I saw no end in sight, until something changed in the air.
I popped upright, the sound of my blood pumping echoed in my ears as I strained to listen. What was it? I sniffled and wiped at my face, huffing at the air. Was there are new scent? Something...
I could feel my heart fluttering, but it wasn't the painful rhythmic strum I had the entire time, it was light, gentle. Noel rose a brow and paused his note taking but, before he could speak the sound of footsteps descending the stairs sounded around us.
For some reason, I felt filled with elation, as if a part of me knew who it was. But I didn't. I was waiting in quiet anticipation the same as Noel. And when the form emerged, a sound so foreign sang from my throat. A cry of relief? Joy? I scrambled to my knees and crawled closer on my hands until my collar tightened and kept me from going further.
"Dom! Dominic-" I covered my mouth, giddy, as my eyes watered. He didn't look as giddy or pleased. His mint green eyes slid over to Noel slowly, his nostrils flared.
"What is this?" He asked in a low tone.
"This is private, and despite how this looks, she consented." Noel scoffed. But Dom didn't look away, he didn't move, he continued staring at Noel as I impatiently wiggled.
This was the best I had felt since this episode had began, and I felt that changing. Soon. Sweat began to mist the back of my neck, and a fresh dryness was taking over my throat.
"I'm keeping her contained for everyone's safety! What the fuck is it to you?" Noel finally snapped. Dom tilted his head.
"I'm taking her." Dom moved towards me and I sighed in relief, reaching towards him again.
"Hey! Back off-" Noel stepped forwards but Dom turned on him.
"I have no authority over you, you're a human. But she," Dom pointed back to me. "Is one of mine. No matter what territory she's in, she's mine and I have authority over her. That's the treaty."
It clicked then for Noel. He wasn't talking to some random man, he was talking to an alpha. Dom turned back to me, his expression softened as he approached. He sighed, brushing his fingers along my check, and with a choked sob I gripped his forearm and hummed as his scent wafted around me.
"This was careless, Irene. Seasons are never meant to be shared with humans." I whimpered, his tone wasn't harsh but his disappointment was palpable and it strangely bothered me.
"No, no," I shook my head and gripped his arm tighter. "I-I was controlling it, I promise. I didn't want to hurt anyone." I was being earnest I prayed he could tell, his approval meant everything to me. It was confusing and jarring.
"You're no danger, to anyone. You're the only one at risk." Dom cast a disgusted look at Noel before looking back to me. "You've had several heat strokes by now. Your irises are red. I'm going to take you home."
Tears slipped from my eyes as my body relaxed, I reached for him, wanting to feel more of him, but my chains rattled and kept me at a distance. I let out a whimper of defeat and dropped my hands to the floor. I was so tired, and these restraints felt like they weighed a ton.
"The keys." Dom stood and turned to Noel, and after a tense moment, Noel handed them over. "You're going to have enough bruising, ripping these off of you would only cause more. Be patient while I get them unlocked."
I nodded, breathing heavily, swallowing the lump in my throat. I thought this was what I needed but the truth was, I didn't know what I needed. At all. This was just another cloaking attempt to hide from what I was. One by one my chains clattered to the ground where Dom shoved them away.
Once I was freed I released a heavy breath, my skin felt like it was on fire. I felt a rush coming on but it felt different somehow. Dom picked me up, it was easy to give into him, to slump against him as a new set of tremors passed through. His touch wasn't as painful as the shackles.
"I know who you are," Dom said to Noel. My eyes were heavy, I buried my face in his shirt. "Wolf whisperer. I consider you a threat to a wolf's well-being. If you ever step foot in Wolf Country, I'll be the one to greet you." I didn't hear Noel respond before I felt Dom begin walking and carrying us up the steps.
As I trembled, Dom tightened his arms and pressed me harder into his chest. I could feel his heart, hear his breathing, my senses seemed heightened and overall attuned to him.
"I have a car, it'll take us a couple of minutes if I run. Can you handle that?" I nodded, holding the front of his shirt tightly in my hand. But it turned out I could not handle it.
I had the unshakable urge to sink my teeth into his neck, and each bounce from the run sent sparks into my abdomen that caused an almost painful contraction of sorts. He slowed to a walk again, apologizing.
"W-why does this hurt so much?" I asked, new tears prickling in my eyes. "What is this? What does it mean?" I couldn't make sense of what I was feeling, or where, or how. The things I wanted and that were in my head seemed wrong and made no sense.
"It doesn't always..." He murmured, looking ahead.
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I knew the running was overstimulating her before she tapped out. Her scent was stronger, her heart pattered, she was squirming, and I could tell the sensations were overwhelming her and confusing her. It killed me she thought it was meant to be this way.
Painful. Unbearable. Something she had to hide from.
Instead of this being a gift she embraced and leaned into, she found an isolated house to lock herself in. My skin crawled at the thought of another wolf finding her like that, chained up, fully heated, no one around but a human it would take a second to eliminate.
Her scent...her scent...gods her scent! Fresh snow on jasmine blossoms, filling my lungs, coating my tongue whenever I dared to speak. A weaker wolf would have never...
"It doesn't always. Hurt this way. It's not something you're meant to face alone." I didn't want to scare her or confuse her more, I tried to sugarcoat it by being vague.
"This...this is m-my first time. I thought I-I was doing the right thing."
"Did you know it's possible for women to die during their season? Our packs protect women, we have processes to guide them through their seasons, whether it's their first or their hundredth. You wouldn't have been alone." The streets became more crowded as I neared the road where I parked my car. I noticed the eyes, the faces, and glanced down at Irene.
She was flushed, tired, she could pass for drunk if she didn't get a wave.
"I'm going to do something that's going to keep you calm until we get to the car, ok?" She looked curious but didn't ask any questions, she merely nodded and settled her cheek against my chest.
It took minimal focus to increase my scent, especially then. It was all I wanted to do from the moment I found her, cover her in me, my scent, conceal her. I could feel her relax, her hormones giving her a small bit of reprieve in response my pheromones. She even sighed audibly.
I held her against me with one arm as I fished my keys from my pocket. My tail lights flashed a few car lengths ahead.
"Alright, we're here." I said as I pulled the door open. "I'm gonna slide you in." She nodded as I bent down and placed her inside the car, she stiffened as her back came into contact with the leather. I winced. Her touch sensitivity wouldn't go away without the heat being released from her body.
I had parked on the edge of the downtown area, it was easy to get out of the city from there and get on the road home. The rest might get a little complicated.
Twenty minutes into the drive Irene began breathing heavily and shifting repeatedly. The periodic deep sighs became closer together and her legs kept crossing, un-crossing, crossing again.
"Why-why is it like...this?" she panted, pressing her palms into her eyes. I inhaled deeply and kept my eyes on the road. Her tank top was slipping lower, the strap barely hanging onto her shoulder, her hair tossed over her other shoulder, exposing her neck that glistened lightly with sweat.
"Dominic, what is this?" She whined, I could hear the tears hanging in the back of her voice. "I just want this to stop. Please, help me. I can't wait anymore, this is killing me! Make it stop..."
My knuckles were white on the steering wheel and I felt a slight give in the material, a faint crack before I relaxed my grip. She had no idea what she was asking of me, none. I kept telling myself that. We were still at least fifteen minutes away from Wolf Country's border, even still I couldn't...
"Dom!" she panted, her voice slightly higher in alarm. "My chest! It hurts, I-I can't..."
Fuck it. We were close enough. No one came this close to Wolf Country unless they were a wolf. I jerked my car off the road and killed the headlights, enmeshing us in the shadow of the trees.
I didn't say a word as I unbuckled her seatbelt and shoved my door open before I stepped out into the cool night. I could hear Irene's sharp breathing through the passenger door, manic, loud. If the heat spread to her heart...
I pulled her door open carefully, to catch her if she fell out, but she was laying square in the center of the seat, looking flushed and weak. I lifted her, she whimpered and looped her arms around my neck.
"What...what're we doing?" She slurred weakly. I had to resist an uncomfortable laugh.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you, so I'm going to do this in the least invasive way that I can." I carried her a few paces from the car just inside the shadows of the trees, her breath came in quickly, shallow pants that tightened the skin around her collar bone.
I chose a strong tree with a wide trunk and carefully positioned her in front of me, resting her back against the bark and pulling her legs around my waist.
I was straining against my zipper, precumming like a pup, but I gritted my teeth and wedged my leg between hers, and lowered her onto my thigh. The heat was astounding. The moment her groin made contact with my thigh she groaned and my leg felt like it was being swallowed by a furnace.
"I know, I know," I murmured to her as she moaned from the contact.
"Fuck!" She gasped, gripping the collar of my shirt as she buried her face into my chest. I held her hips and gently pulled her into a rhythm that she quickly fell into, half moaning and half whimpering into me.
"Good girl, just like that." I rested my mouth against the crown of her head and inhaled deeply as she rode my thigh, resisting the urge to press my cock against her.
I was going to lose it. Her musk was making it's way to my nose, I was practically salivating from it. Her breathing was fast but steady and her color, as I saw when she finally lifted her face from my chest, was even. The red splotches were fading, the redness instead rushing to her cheeks.
When she lifted her eyes and looked into mine, I felt weightless. Her glassy stare was flushed but her eyes were crystal clear, glowing. My fingers dug into her hips as she continued to grind herself into my thigh, I imagined how wet she was inside of her leggings. How soaked her underwear was, how her juices were seeping into the material, scenting my thigh.
Without warning she hooked her hand around my neck and pressed her mouth to mine, a hungry forceful gesture that I didn't resist. Gods, I didn't resist at all. I swallowed her tongue and gripped her ass as I rubbed my bulge into her hot mound.
She moaned louder, meeting my motions with her own, rippling her body into me. I was going to fucking explode. She panted against my lips as she tightened her thighs around my hips, stroking me in a more deliberate fashion, pumping herself into me. My head was buzzing, my bent shaft was throbbing, cum was dribbling down my thigh, and I knew she was just as sloppy inside of her leggings.
Nothing compared to an aroused wolfess. And aroused she was. Biting my lip, moaning and whimpering, her puckered nipples brushing against my chest as she moved faster, and faster.
She was close. Gods! She was close, she was close, so close I could feel it. Her body tensing and her movements becoming more desperate, her moans morphing into needy whines.
"Good girl, so close, so close." I cooed against her lips as I thrust myself against her. Seconds later her body spasmed and her nails dug into the back of my neck, her cry was long and breathy and it forced my own pitiful release. Cum slid down my thigh but I held Irene close, absorbing her spasms and swallowing her pants. If only we could've stood there, forever, a little longer.
This would only hold her over temporarily, though, time wasn't on our side.
"Can you walk?" I peered down at her, she nodded as she unlocked her legs from around me. "Ok. Car. We can be over the border in ten." I grabbed her and pulled her back in the direction of the car, wiping a hand down my face.
I lost myself for a few minutes, let my guard down. I whiffed at the air as I guided her back to the car, sensing no one else nearby. Still, I was angry at myself. I could've gotten us both hurt, or worse.
Once we were back on the road I centered myself, refocused, and tried to ignore the way my briefs were sticking to my dick.
"Why did that work?" She asked. I saw her in my peripheral looking at me, her body still at ease.
"Because that's what it is. It's a ..." I had never explained the concept, it was something we all learned about in school. There are words we would use that wouldn't be viewed the same way as someone with a human upbringing, which made defining it on the spot less than ideal.
"It's a what?" Irene pushed.
"It's for mating." There it was. The "m" word both of our species used but for entirely different reasons. "And they can happen during varying times. Yours, well, it's hard to say. What caused it, how long it will last--" Irene jerked upright.
"What? How long, what does that mean?"
"What we did," I cleared my throat. "That will only help for so long. It's not something resolved with...one treatment."
"Is that way I've been feeling feverish that last few minutes?" She asked, slowly setting back against the seat, resting her fingers against her chest. I would have killed to have the eye in that moment, to see the heat in her body and how close it was to her heart. If there was damage. "My tranquilizers stopped this? Me...going into heat?" She looked over at me.
"No, I mean yes, but no. Your tranquilizers prevented all of this, yes. But it's not phrased that way. A wolfess doesn't go into heat like a dog, she has her season. Her body aligns with the celestial pattern that was in the sky when she was born, or she finds her mate. Whatever the reason, her body speaks to her and has the desire to connect to something outside of herself. It's a transfer of energy, an invisible mark." I hadn't been close to a wolfess in her season, not in many years and in describing it, I began to long for it.
"How would this have been handled if I had stayed in Wolf Country?" Her voice was soft but her heart was beginning to pick up pace. A wave was coming.
"If you didn't have a wolf to help you, you would call the priestess." I wet my lip and took a deep breath, trying to ignore the aphrodisiac of her scent. "From there, it would be handled with professionalism. I don't...think those details are mine to give." God no, it was too arousing. Everything was too fucking arousing. The mere thought of Irene orgasming again was making me hard, and I needed to focus on getting us...
"Look! The sign." The wooden Wolf Country sign passed by in a blur, Irene almost relaxed, but she crossed her legs tightly.
I gripped the steering wheel and kept my breathing steady. She needed to see a priestess and a healer, this wasn't about me. I did my part, now I need to get her to a professional.
"I'm feeling..." she shifted in her seat while brushing hair back from her face. "I want...what am I going to do?" She rubbed at her neck.
"We can call a healer, and priestess. To your house or we can go to the den." I looked over at her, her brow was crinkled and her lips were pinched together tightly.
"Oh..." she sighed and leaned forward, pressing her palm into her forehead. "Earlier you said these could be fatal. Is that true?" I glanced over at her, faint red smudges were appearing on her chest.
"Yes." I looked back at the road ahead of us.
"Is that why you pulled over so quickly before?" she asked softly.
"Mhm." I tucked my lips into my mouth and nodded my head. I didn't want to scare her, I didn't want to push her away from her wolf nature when she had chosen to embrace it.
"What if I'm feeling that way again?"
I looked over at her to find she was already staring at me. "Your house is closer than the Den. I can have a priestess meet us there-" She shook her head, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip.
"Can we pull over again?" She asked, unclasping her seatbelt. I wasn't thinking, merely reacting. I pulled off the road, exhaling heavily as I threw the car into park and began fishing for my phone.
"Let's call a priestess-"
With the nimbleness only a wolfess was capable of she crawled over the seat and straddled me. I didn't have time to react before she clasped my face in her hands and kissed me, deeply, passionately. It was the type of kiss I thought I had already experienced, the type of kiss I thought i had given and received.
Only in that moment did I realize the truth, that I had never kissed anyone the way I was kissing Irene then. I had never felt anything like what I felt in that moment. Everything prior to Irene paled in comparison, lost all color, meaning, shape and form. It was disorientating. A dizzying realization.
I didn't want it to stop.
I kissed her back, gripping her like she was the only thing keeping me tethered to earth, pulling her into me. I couldn't stop tasting her, swallowing every drop of saliva I pulled from her as I stroked my tongue over the planes of her mouth.
I wanted to slide down her throat, live inside of her, go as deep as I possibly could, and then go deeper. I blindly smacked at the car door until I found the handle and pushed the door open. I gripped her ass as I stepped from the car, Irene wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me deeper, moaning into me as she rubbed herself against my bulge, bobbing her ass up and down in my hands.
It was happening. Outside, on the side of the road in the forest of Wolf Country.
I set her on the hood of my car and dropped my hands next to her, caging her in. She gasped when her back made contact with the cool metal and eagerly pulled me down to her. She ran her tongue along my bottom lip before lightly sinking her teeth into it, my dick was going to snap in half if I didn't get it out.
As if reading my thoughts Irene began working her leggings down her hips, and I couldn't resist the moan of desire that rumbled from my chest. I pulled at my own clothing until I was free, erect and throbbing in the night air. Irene grabbed for me, wrapping her warm slender fingers around my sticky shaft, a pathetic whimper crept from my throat.
Gods, her touch, her taste, it's better than I fantasized. Irene pulled me into her, guiding my head to her drenched pussy where it hungrily swallowed my cock. I slipped in easily, filling her, meshing our groins together. Her airy breaths were feral, her whines and whimpers hungry, and I couldn't resist plowing into her over and over.
She met my movements, the hood of the car crinkled under our erratic movements but we only went harder, faster. Her eyes were glowing, I could see her fangs lengthening, and when she scraped her fingers over her scalp and began gripping at her hair I saw her claws extending.
Our sounds echoed around us off the trees, a sloppy, wet smacking intermingled with moans and pants, pleas and cries for more, more, more.
She was miraculous, my feral puppy, and I wanted to devour her. I pulled at her tank top and watched her breasts pool from the side of the white cotton. Fuck, I loved tank tops. I fisted the material in my hands and used it to pull her harder against me, making her titties bounce faster.
It was never going to be enough. I needed to be closer. I needed to go deeper. With a grunt I withdrew from her, she gasped loudly and sat upright, but I didn't give her time to complain. I pulled her off the car and spun her around, pulling her back into my chest.
She pressed into me, moaning, and I cupped her breast as I lowered her to the ground. I was draped over her as I got her positioned on her hands and knees, kissing and licking her neck, rubbing my shaft against the folds of her pussy. She was rocking back into me, holding my hand against her breast, whining, pleading.
"Please, please, please...' she whimpered. I rubbed my head against her entrance and felt her squirming to get me inside, wiggling her hips and arching her back. When my head slipped in she began her slurring her words, panting rapidly, far too eager, so I dug my fingers into her hips and sunk myself in fully.
She cried out and dropped her head to the grass, I couldn't stop. I didn't give her a moment to adjust because I just needed to be deeper. I was relentless, thrusting into her, pulling her hips until her knees were off the ground and she was helplessly fucked in the air.
"Closer. Closer. Closer! I need to be closer." I grunted with each thrust, losing my wits, my awareness.
Her uterus hadn't descended but I was determined to fuck her raw, to fill her with me until it poured out of her in frothy globs. Her ass rippled with my movements, and I went harder and harder and harder until she cried out a long awaited sob.
Her body spasmed and her pussy clamped around my cock like a fist as juices squelched from her. Her release was a waterfall and my mine wasn't better. Spurting inside of her and running out with her wetness as I resisted the urge to shift while inside of her.
She wasn't there yet, something like that would frighten her, but soon she would be.
I lowered her back down, and when her knees made contact with the ground she straightened her posture and pulled herself away from me. I dropped onto the grass and rolled onto my back, catching my breath. Only, she wasn't done.
"Don't move." She instructed firmly as she straddled me. Fuck. I knew seasons were like this, insatiable, but I thought after that even she would need a breather.
I could feel how intense the heat still was inside of her, even after what I had already taken from her. My body had warmed but it was nothing compared to what she still held. She rubbed herself along my length, sliding her wetness up and down, drenching me in her, mixing our juices together.
It wasn't difficult to lie on my back, which wasn't very "alpha" of me. Some would even say it made me less of a wolf. Wolves mount. But I didn't care, my favorite position was a woman on top of me. Being able to gaze at her abdomen, watch her breasts ripple and bounce with her movements, being able to watch her clit rub against me, I had the perfect view on my back.
"I need more, so much more...I can't stop." Irene breathed as her movements became more erratic. I slipped one hand between us and lifted my cock off my abdomen, it slid into her, a perfect fit.
She moaned and dug her claws into my chest as she found her rhythm, riding me faster. I was impatient and sick of my view being obscured, I pulled at her cotton tank top and ripped it down her body, popping the thin straps. Her breasts bounced free, free for my hands to grip them, grab them, pinch the cute rosy nipples.
She rode me harder, bouncing on my cock, rubbing her clit on my pelvis with each stroke, and I was in awe. I slid my hands down her ribs and gripped her hips tightly, squeezing my fingers into her flesh. Everything about her was perfect.
The way her abdomen was bulged, hard with a ripe uterus and hungry to be filled, her breasts, one slightly smaller than the other, an insecurity of hers but I found it insanely attractive, so attractive I could barely wait to get my mouth on them. But not yet. I wanted her to cover me in cum, to ride me raw, I wanted to suck the heat out of her myself until she could rest, even briefly. Then I wanted to do it again.
Her moans were feral, a mix between a cry and an animalistic growl. Her head rolled back and I felt her movements loosen as the first wave of her orgasm swelled inside of her. I pulled her hips the rest of the way, thrusting inside of her, as her body began to shake and tremble.
Her groan was deep, long, and sang out into the night like a war cry, music to my ears. Her heat softened, slightly, her wetness poured over me, sliding down my balls and spreading across my pelvis. She dropped against me, my cock still nestled deep inside of her, and then she did something I didn't expect.
Something not custom in wolf culture.
She kissed me, softly, and traced her tongue along my lips, down the line of my jaw until she was at my neck. She licked again, I felt my cock twitch inside of her, and then her fangs broke through my skin.
