Chapter 58 It Could Have Been The Very Essence Of Nicholette

• Marr's tongue was big and tender. Nicholette felt his warmth spreading across her chest as he licked her and sniffed her skin. He landed his great paws on either side of her and tasted every inch of her body. From laying down at the ground, naked and unarmed, Nicholette could not help but feel completely vulnerable to his majestic form that filled most of her field of vision with his great muscles and greying long fur. She was aware that she was even more vulnerable because of his huge erection. He sat on his back paws near her feet and his gigantic member shot between her ankles and grazed against her legs. Nicholette couldn't wait to have that all the way inside her, even if it killed her. If the potion did not take effect, it probably would.
• Marr continued to taste her skin, sometimes licking her neck and shoulders and even her arm pits. His long tongue was rebellious and didn't fear to experiment. Nicholette's arousal grew even more as he decided to lick her stomach. At first his touch made her tense her chiseled abs, but soon she relaxed. She knew where he was going. She just hoped that he didn't lick the potion off from inside her. The werewolf had enough of a tongue to reach all the way there.
• As he tried some of the hairs on her mound, she began to feel it hit. If she was excited from all the licking and the sucking she had done on him, now she was beginning to lose her mind. Her vagina came alive. It warmed inside and it tingled too. She felt the void and ached to have it filled by him. She had a rush of energy peaking from breasts to entrance, inside and all the way down to her ass, opening her up like a flower. A very hungry flower that would never be satisfied. It was like a party that everyone was invited to. She could even have sworn on her life that her breasts had grown too.