Bree Bellucci - Bred By Wolves

In that moment, Jane knew. She had tasted his flesh, and her mind rushed back to the night before, and his taste that she had known in her mouth, and when his monstrous cock that had penetrated her most feminine orifice.

“It was you!” she said, pulling away. “You were there. But how did you end up like this?”

She had so many questions, but sitting across from the man who had given her so much energy, so much pleasure, she began to feel the questions falling away. She felt the blood pumping through her cunt, as if her heartbeat had dropped down between her legs for good. She felt everything situated on that one tiny organ, her clit pulsing with desire for this wolf-man who was sitting across from her. Who she already had tasted, but wanted more.

Before she could even tell him what she wanted, Ulric pushed her legs apart and moved his mouth down to her pulsing center. He looked into her eyes and then moved his head down to lap at her wet cunt, making crude and sensuous animal noises on the way down. He stuck his great thick fingers one at a time into her hole, pushing in and out as he licked ferociously at her engorged clit.

She fell back against the stone floor, moaning, hearing herself and the sounds of Ulric’s slick tongue echoing throughout the cave. Inside her, his hands felt like paws. The pads ran against the inside walls of her sex, bringing her to a place she had never been before.

How intimate, she thought, to know someone in all their forms, to see it played out in such a physical and sexual way that you may almost be with two people at once. She knew that she would never go back to her normal life again.

Rachel was right, this is where she was meant to be.