The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Rufus' POV:

The she-wolf s vagina stretched around my penis. Every wrinkle inside her hole was smoothed out.

I felt comfortable in my position and it seemed the she-wolf felt the same way, too. Allowing my penis to rub against her vagina, she twisted her waist with such flexibility. Her breasts swayed along to the rhythm with which we moved.

My breath hitched for a second, and her inside juices made my penis wet, causing me to let out a hoarse roar.

The sounds of our fluids rung in my ears. It was only after she switched her position a few more times that her vagina was able to completely open up to me. I could feel it get even wetter. She trembled in my arms and took quick, sharp breaths, "Ah... Honey, faster..."

"Do you like this, babe?" I encircled the she-wolfs waist with my right arm and firmly kept her in my grasp. My left hand caressed her soft, plump breast while I used the tip of my tongue to teasingly graze on her nipple. Then, I tenderly sucked it into my mouth and aroused it until it was erect and swollen.

"Yes, right there... That's so good... Hove you, honey..." The she-wolf panted and shrieked out cries of delight, which I found to be alluring. She truly was enraptured.

kisses on her. I placed my hands on her slim waist. With little strength, she bobbed up and down and kept up with the same

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slow down... Go slower now,

she-wolf instructed with her soft voice while her legs continued to stretch

The she-wolf was under me; she was soft as she bit

love to her, I called her all kinds of pet names like

the kitchen. Though this crazy sex made the unreal feeling

I mean, the pleasure from this was something I could feel. The she-wolf I was intertwined with felt like someone who I really did love and who I couldn't live without.

was up until the last time when I did it from behind that the desire to call the she-wolf her name came to me,

name,

was the face whose image was seared into my soul so much so that I don't believe it could ever be forgotten. I was reaching ecstasy and still wanted to call out her name once more, but I couldn't