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08 – Scars
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2025-07-09 00:16:26The claws didn't hurt my head as much as I expected them to. In fact, I felt a certain excitement about it; my wolf did. The aura between us was stronger, but this time he wasn't trying to mask any scent; he was actually avoiding it. There were a lot of pheromones in the air. His wolf scent was addictive, like an expensive perfume that only the richest and most exclusive people could afford to buy, wear, and match with their fragrance.
My body was submissive to his, and we hadn't gone beyond the kiss. All I had was a completely shrewd and delicious tongue that seemed to know all the main points of my mouth. I felt claws in my hair and on the little skin he had access to under his clothes, which he had given me minutes before. A part of me was beginning to let go. The inner wolf was slowly coming out. With my claws exposed, I touched Lancelot's skin, gently smoothing it. He then finally tore the clothes from my body with his claws, freeing the path from his mouth to my breasts, smoothing them with his tongue. I felt my body get even wetter, releasing my wolf scent. Lancelot growled at me as he licked my belly, showing his yellow eyes close to mine. With his body freed from his clothes and mine too, he took me to the floor, fiercely, still growling. It was too sexy to see him like that, especially remembering him attending to me hours ago. I was enjoying it, my wolf longing for what else he could show me. Then his breathing began to grow heavier, but I could see the pleasure on his face. “Naomi,” he called my name. “Say it,” I asked, as breathless as he was, while I felt his claws digging deeper and deeper, teasing me. “Say it, Lancelot,” I repeated. He then climbed on top of me, slowly, and I felt his breath heavy on my belly, licking it again, and then he bit me, and I let out a slight cry of surprise. He made eye contact, was thirsty, and then bit me again and again. My body writhed with pleasure and pain, and my wolf screamed inside, finally releasing my fangs. Even wetter, I dug my claws hard into his back, scratching, creating a path. I saw him writhe in pain and smelled the blood on my claws. “Naomi,” he growled at me. My wild side growled back, and then I dug my claws in again, retracing the same path, drawing even more blood. Lancelot then did the same, biting me and digging his claws into my head, making me bleed too. Restless and thirsty, I knew what I wanted: I wanted that body and that wolf. Pressing my claws against his skin, I climbed on top, leaving him underneath, submissive to me. My gaze burned with excitement as I looked at him. It had been so long since I had felt adrenaline. It was the right moment to make the decision to do it or not. I closed my eyes and smelled the wild scent of the environment. Lancelot wasted no time and shared the image of the forest with me. The olive scent of the leaves and the natural sounds woke the wolf up. So, I sat down with everything. I growled softly, feeling the slight pain of a great lack of penetration. Lancelot growled with pleasure, and then I began to move more wildly, digging my claws into every inch of his skin. His hands turned to my breasts, squeezing them. The smell of blood was pleasant. Feeling alive was pleasant. I wanted more. We wanted more. “Come on, transform,” I said. I finally said it. Throughout my life, I had never had the opportunity to ask for a change. Among wolves, this was a sexual term that indicated an interest in completely changing from wolf to human or from human to wolf. “Change, Lancelot,” I asked once more. He smiled mischievously, and then I heard the first crack of his spine bending. I felt an enormous arousal and sat down forcefully once more. Provoking a change during sex was overwhelming. It wasn't long before more changes presented themselves, and then my body reconnected to the situation. I changed, too. At that stage, more wolves than humans, we continued to have our night of pleasure. I didn't think about the triplets, I didn't think about the medium wolves, and I didn't know about Casper. And for the first time in a long time, I didn't blame myself.
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The Price of a Second Chance 29 – Warm Intimacy
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