Bad Romance

He concentrated his attentions on my clit, occasionally slipping his tongue down to taste my opening. The strength and softness of his tongue was a million times better than my fingers, and a lot more dexterous.

I closed my eyes, surrendering to the forbidden pleasure of the man who had raised me since I was a pup licking and sucking my clit, making my pussy spasm. He was a giant beast of a man, an imposing silhouette between my spread thighs. I dug my nails into the flesh of his shoulders as he slurped my clit between his lips.

"Oh, oh, God...oh shit." The pleasure crested and then poured over me, my pussy grasping for something, anything to fill it up. My Pack Master held my hips in place as he drew out my orgasm, flicking his tongue and forcing my body to yield to his will. It was like a storm rolling through me, wet and violent.

Rex leaned back on his haunches to look at me, wiping my juices from his beard. With trembling fingers, I traced the muscles in his powerful chest. He was a fortress built for fighting and fucking. And if the hard cock between his legs was any indication, he wasn't finished fucking me yet.

The frenzied look had left his eyes, though his lust was still very much front-and-center. He cradled my breast in his large hand.

"Do you regret your choice yet, little she-wolf?"

I didn't. In fact, I was more steadfast in my decision to stay now than I was when I spread my legs for his sons. This forest was my home. These wolves were my pack. And this man who had raised me, was and always would be my Pack Master.

I reached for his cock.

A deep rumble filled my ears as I guided his cock to my pussy. He positioned himself over me, his strong arms forming a cage around my body, a cage I had no interest in escaping. He bowed his head to kiss me as he thrust his cock into my opening. Although he had just fucked me senseless, I still needed a moment to get used to him.

But a moment was all he gave me. As the frenzy took over, Rex lost his composure, his teeth scraping my neck and shoulders as his cock rammed into me.

All I could do was wrap my limbs around him and hold on for dear life.

His eyes glowed in the dark as his breathing grew louder. He roared. His cock throbbed, unloading spurt after spurt of hot cum into my pussy.

It seemed like there would be no end to the stream.

The base of his cock ballooned, just like last time, forming a knot. I cried out, convinced it was going to tear me apart. But still, I rocked my hips, the swollen bulb stimulating pleasure spots I didn’t even know existed. I held my breath until the pressure in my chest and between my legs became too much and I had to shout.

I came. It felt so good, so intense, so much better than I ever imagined it could.

Rex collapsed on top of me, panting, his thick, musky scent filling my nostrils. Slowly, the knot inside me contracted and he was able to withdraw. His cum ran down between my ass cheeks onto the grass. He began to shift back into a wolf, his hands becoming paws, his skin a thick fur coat. He whined softly, almost apologetically, as though he were only just realizing the truth of what he’d done.

I buried my face in his neck fur and scratched behind his ears.

"It's okay,” I whispered. “I’m okay.”

He licked my face, rising up onto his paws. I rose with him, wiping the dirt and grass from my backside. We eyed one another cautiously, somehow shy even after everything that had happened. I held my hand out as a peace offering and he licked it, moving closer to press his forehead to my abdomen.

I stroked his neck. “In case you were still wondering, I have no regrets.”

A howl pierced the quiet from somewhere off in

the distance. It sounded like Declan. Rex’s sons were no doubt wondering where we'd run off to.

"Let’s go home,” I said.

He crouched so I could swing my leg across his back. Holding tight to Rex’s fur, I watched the familiar woods fly past as we bounded off into the darkness.

Back to my home, back to my brothers.