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Marcella

S nuggling in deeper under the furs, I felt my eyes droop with sleepiness.

After I’d eaten my fill of the meat strips, and the nuts and berries Wolf had given me, we’d bathed, come back to the cave, and now I heard him shuffling around.

I let that drowsiness take over just a little more until the motion of Wolf awoke me, as he pulled the fur aside and slipped in behind me.

He smelled like the outside, like the crisp air and the absence of pollution I’d been so accustomed to while living in the city.

His body was also cold, as if the wind had stroked over his fur from being outside. I tried to move away slightly, a shiver claiming me at the chilliness that surrounded him. But he wouldn’t have any of that.

He placed his palm on the center of my belly, gave a grunt of disapproval, and pulled me back against his chest.

Then he wrapped himself fully around me, his erection already digging against my ass, which immediately sent a flush of heat straight between my thighs.

Being held by him shouldn’t have felt so right.

It shouldn’t have felt so good or arousing. Because I was so wet right now and all it had taken was the scent of him and the feel of his body against mine to turn that switch on inside me.

I wanted more of those heavy pets he liked to give me before I fell asleep, wanted to feel him dragging that thick tongue over my exposed skin and hear him growl because he loved doing it so much.

I lay there and feigned sleep, even though I knew he was probably fully aware I was awake.

I was having a hard time controlling my breathing, felt myself become wetter, my nipples stabbing through the material of my shirt.

My clothing was stiff from having to air dry after washing it out in the pond. I should have gone naked while I slept, the material scratchy and abrading my flesh, but my clothes almost felt like a shield, like they would somehow help me keep my sanity and not accept this as my reality.

Even if—the more I thought about it— this wasn’t the absolute worst outcome I'd ever experienced.

And truthfully, I enjoy feeling his warm, big body surrounding me.

I was losing my mind. Could you get Stockholm Syndrome this early after being kidnapped? Was everything I knew about reality completely false? How could something so good and feel so right be wrong in any way?

I could feel his tail moving up and down my calf before sliding up to my thigh. He curled his paw around my hip, thrust gently against my ass, digging his cock against the crease.

I closed my eyes and bit my lip when his tail slid along the edge of my shirt, pushing it up slightly as he teased my midriff that he exposed.

An involuntary shiver moved through me and I told myself not to mewl like a kitten. I wouldn’t make a sound, couldn’t let him know how much I enjoyed this.

But why? Why couldn’t I enjoy this? Why couldn’t I just say screw everything and everyone and take this one thing for myself?

“My sweet, sweet Marcella. You feel so perfect against me. You’ll feel so good once I push my cock deep into your human body and claim you fully as mine.”

My head was fuzzy, euphoria filling me.

“You’re the best. No other female will ever compare to you. No other creature will ever be as important as you are to me.”

Don’t think about anything else but how good this feels. Don’t let his words and touch sway you in your plan to figure out a way to escape tomorrow.

I couldn’t control my breathing then. I didn’t even try. I let out a shuddering breath when he moved the tip of his tail along my hip, over my waist, and gently dragged it right under my breasts.

“Let me make you feel good.” Wolf ran his tongue over my cheek, and I moaned then. “Let me strip you bare and lick every single part of you until you’re writhing and begging me to finally fuck you.” He kept moving his tongue over the side of my throat painstakingly slowly.

It was more torture than arousal at this point.

His tongue was just so big and foreign, and he smelled and felt so damn good.

I was biting my lip repeatedly, so much so that the flesh was tender, that pain adding to my growing desire.

And when I felt his tail move back down and tease the crease between my thighs, I shamelessly parted them and allowed him access.

I wore pants, but I could feel the gentle brush of that hairy tail sliding lower, teasing my fabric-covered pussy. I needed more.

God help me, but I wanted more.

“Let me in,” he said in a baritone voice, and I made a sound that didn’t even seem like it could have ever come from me. It was a silent affirmation.

Do whatever you want. Just don’t stop.

Although I didn’t speak, I knew he knew fully that I was completely on board with this because, in the next second, he rose and started removing my clothing.

When I was completely naked in front of him, he just crouched on his haunches and stared at every single inch of me.For so long.

But I didn’t feel self-conscious, didn’t feel like covering myself from his appraisal.

Because the thing with Wolf was, he looked at every single part of my body like he was dying to touch it, to taste me, to memorize every dip and hollow, every curve and roll.

I could see in his body language that he hungered for me, and it was a powerful feeling.

“Your body was created for the rough fucking I want to give you.” He let his gaze travel down to my belly. “The perfect form to carry my big offspring.”

How could hearing him say such lewd things cause a visceral reaction inside of me?

Wolf reached out and started running his palms over my belly, squeezing my flesh, gripping the rolls I loved about myself.

“Look at this perfection.”

I gasped as I felt electricity spear right into my clit.

He was growling, his cock so hard that pre-cum was a steady drip from the crown and sliding along the underside before catching on the fur of his thighs.

“I want you to ask me for it, beg me to make you feel good.”

I hesitated, and he leaned in and bared his fangs.

“You’ll do what I say because you want to please me.”

I grew so damn wet.

“Now be my good girl and tell me exactly what I want to hear.”

Listening to this wolf-beast throw the dirty talk out was such an aphrodisiac that I parted my legs on command.

Wolf leaned in and closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. “Your pussy is so primed for me, isn’t it, my tiny human?”

Before I could respond, I saw a flash of motion beside me a second before his tail landed right between my legs, smacking my clit.

My back arched, my breasts shook, and this sound I’d never heard come from me before, tore from my throat.

“What the hell—” That last word died in my throat when he brought his bushy tail down on my soaked pussy again.

He strategically placed it so when it landed, the tip grazed my clit so sharply that an involuntary spasm claimed me.

He was making these animalistic noises above me, his paws on either side of my legs, his claws digging into the pallet.

He kept spanking my pussy with that tail until I felt tears leak out of the corner of my eyes.

I shook my head, not sure if I wanted him to stop or keep going because the pain was leading to this incredible pleasure that had my thighs clenching, my breath stalling, and then I came for him so suddenly I couldn’t hold back the scream of completion that exploded out of me.

“That’s it,” he said in the most primal voice that speared right into my clit and caused the orgasm to feel so much stronger. “That’s my girl. Pleasing me so much by getting off for me. Mmm, your pussy is getting so wet and ready to stretch around my cock.”

He leaned in close and licked the side of my face. I closed my eyes, moaning as I turned my head further to the side so he had better access.

Wolf’s tongue wasn’t smooth. It was rough, textured, kind of like grains of salt running against my skin.

I wondered what it would feel like between my legs as he licked my pussy and got me off that way.

And as if he knew where my thoughts were, like he could smell all that wetness spilling from my tight hole, he gave my jawline a gentle nip before he started moving down my body.

He dragged those sharp teeth between the center of my breasts, and the sensation of that sting coupled with his big wet nose descending had my pussy clenching. I opened my legs as wide as they would go, muscles stretching and pulling, but once again, that discomfort just fueled my desire.

I gasped in pain and looked down, seeing his sharp canines had broken the skin right below my belly button.

Beads of blood welled, and I watched in stunned disbelief as he leaned back just enough to let his tongue slowly unfurl before he dragged it across the redness, smearing it along my belly before continuing to lick it clean.

“Tonight, I’m finally making you mine.”

And I knew the definition of what he meant by that was more wild than anything I could ever envision.