Chapter 47 A Wolf's Moan

• “I had already dropped my vest to the ground. I took off my shirt too as the wolf explored all of my body. The ointment Manu came up with didn't just prepare me for the impressive volume of the werewolf. It made me want him. To want all of it. It's a potent aphrodisiac. I opened the buttons in front of my pants but he held my hands before I could pull them down or take off my boots. It was lucky for all of us he was taking his time. He pulled me to him and lifted me off the ground, so he could smell me better. His tongue explored every inch.”
• “Being in his arms was like floating down the impressive force of a turbulent river. It was no use fighting. He liked my neck, licked my breasts so much I could have just melted right there, but that wolf with that howl made just for me and the ointments made me want him like crazy. I grabbed that gigantic neck and kissed him, on the tip of his snout. His tongue darted to my mouth and I licked it. He could have choked me. Imagine that, being kissed to death? I was so crazy, I would have loved it. When he let my feet touch the ground again, I pulled down him by his neck. With fistfuls of that soft fur I laid the wolf on his back on the ground. Wolves don't like lying on their backs. It makes them vulnerable. Orkoy let me. He didn't complain. I was sitting in his stomach and so I strolled backwards until I sat on his tights and saw the volume he had. It was even bigger than the last time. Last time he was only halfway through his transformation. Now, as full werewolf it was… more than I had ever taken. That could have been the size of my forearm.”
• “I was still wearing my pants, so I could only take it with both hands, thicker than a spear, harder than a plow, and I pumped it up and down. Orkoy relaxed and let himself feel it all. He looked at the sky as I massaged and rubbed him. I put more pressure. I squeezed with my arms, shoulders and back. Orkoy's smile grew. He liked the pressure. All the while, I just couldn't take my eyes off it. It was as much a weapon as an instrument of tender loving. It didn't take much of that up and down to make me drop to suck it. I don't know how it fit, but it did and Orkoy loved it. I felt the weight of his huge paw on the back of my neck. That paw alone must be a hundred pounds! He pushed my head down and it went in some more. It filled every little corner of my mouth, but Orkoy didn't force me with his strong arm. He just moved my head around, as I lubricated the grand round red head he had. I looked at his shaft and saw how much was still sticking out. But I wouldn't be able to take it all in. Not in a million years. Not with any spell or ointment. But my wolf was moaning and panting.”