I could make out the way his tail flicked back and forth, lightly splashing the water as if he couldn’t help himself.
Cum was steadily dripping out the wide tip, and I realized the slit had to be that big because this creature probably came like a damn geyser.
My pussy seemed to like that—especially as I envisioned all his cum shooting out as he got off—because my inner muscles tightened on their own. It was almost like my body wanted something big and thick shoved up deep inside.
Oh my God, I was a nasty bitch, insane as well. Who got horny thinking about a wolf creature coming all over the place?
What type of person got kidnapped and had a wet pussy at the very idea of wrapping her hand around that monster of a cock and seeing if her fingers would touch?
Me. I was that nasty bitch, and I wasn’t even fighting it.
ChapterTen
Wolf
My Little Bird thought I didn’t see her looking for an escape. Did she not understand there was nowhere she could run where I wouldn’t follow?
Did my Marcella not fully realize there wasn’t a place she could hide where I couldn’t find her?
Her scent was fully ingrained in me. It was a part of me now. And the sooner she came to terms that she was mine, the more pleasure I could give her.
And I wanted to give her an immeasurable amount.
But I let her have this false bravado, this faux idea that she could outrun me. I was a wild, primitive beast, mind and body, and my instincts were brutal and attuned for survival.
And now that I had my Marcella, I was even more so. Because nothing would take her away from me, even my little mate fighting this.
I would just have to show her how good it was with me, how well I would treat her. She would be my queen,myalpha. I would worship the ground she walked on and would make sure she had everything she could ever want.
I just wanted her to realize that she was mine, and I was never letting her go.
And when I felt her watching me again, my cock hardened, lengthened. I wrapped my paw around my shaft and gave it a good couple of strokes.
It felt good to jerk off, knowing she was watching me. It was incredible to smell her arousal and all the sweet nectar that spilled from between her thighs.
Thick strings of my cum spilled from me, flinging into the water, becoming even more prominent as my desire grew.
But I wanted her to seeallof me. I wanted to see her eyes widen and her breath catch as I stroked myself and really came all over the place, spilling my seed into the water like I’d do on her body, in her mouth… deep in her womb.
“Come here, precious.” She still sat on the boulder, but I could hear her blunt human nail scraping against the rock.
I could see the way she clenched her thighs together, how her breathing picked up.
She stared at my erection. I let her look her fill as I palmed myself. I held the heavy length as I dragged my palm up to the crown before sliding back to the base, pulling the foreskin down so she could see the bulbous, swollen head where my seed continuously dripped out.
I watched as she bit her lip, her little white teeth a stark contrast to the red flesh, and I could see the flush that made its way from her face, down her neck, and disappearing under the fabric that covered her tits.
I wanted to suck on them, wanted to watch them get bigger, rounder, dripping with milk as she grew heavy with my pups. And I'd lick those full, dark nipples, lapping up the sweet liquid that would spill from the tips and feed and nourish our children.
“I said, come here, Marcella.” My voice was husky and serrated, the primal side rising and wanting to just go to her and make her do what I wanted, to show her that her hesitance wasn’t needed.
Even if it turned me on like a fiend.
Did she know that the fire she spit at me only aroused me further and made my cock ache?
She slowly rose and made her way toward the water’s edge. When I brought her to my lair, I wanted to undress her. I wanted to tear the material from her body and feast my eyes on all that perfect flesh.
As I stared at her slit, I imagined gripping her thick thighs and wrenching them open.