chapter 3

God damn it. It's a little hard to see, but the chest of the suit is there too. Everything is there. All of this. This is no longer the same outfit. If it's me, I can feel my thick and heavy chest. Suddenly, I seem to be conscious of my entire body from head to toe. I feel my ears twitch on my head and rotate a little. My dick is gone. If you think about it, you can feel his ghost again. where it should be But my stomach is flat and I have a tuft of wool over my pussy.

Kneel. I can't help myself. I'm trembling. I feel different, and it takes time to realize that my tail is on the ground. It is felt in the buttocks. My heart is heavy and strange. My Dick... Get My Hands Between My Thighs And Between. I can almost feel the heat. This is... indescribable. The tenderness between the legs, but within me. When you notice that, you get nervous. This is a muscle. Some muscles inside me. my pussy In this thought, I feel the way the muscles relax and expand. I could feel things rubbing lightly inside, as if... the smell of delicious food filled my mouth. This is the closest I can come to. And it pulsates. I need to know what it's like to be excited and excited with my dick throbbing inside me. But not my dick. I feel it outside of me.

My hand touches the labia, looking for the pulsation. Lips. I suddenly... a sudden sensation, lightly rubbing my thigh. I can feel this hot pulsation and this liquid that shouldn't be there, but I feel it inside me. Jesus. The touch of your finger... JESUS CHRIST! I touch something and my whole body jerks from it. The clit! Fuck! The clit! It can't always be this sensitive. I moan and growl and my finger presses harder against my pussy lips and I'm so hot. I can feel my cheeks burning and this building pressure. I lean forward into it with one hand on the ground and the other between my thighs, stroking my engorged pussy lips. I fell in love with that feeling, and my fingers sink inward, and the toenails on the tips of my fingers hurt for a while, causing them to convulse, and then press my fingers harder to get a sound in my ear again. short of breath no... I can't... focus... but my hand is pumping hard, rubbing my lips and pushing into myself until I can't...

There's a roaring in my ears and I can hear myself screaming in this unnatural voice shrill and deep and almost a howl of a kind but still very human. I can feel the liquid coming out of my pussy, covering my legs and ass and hand and I'm still rubbing until it's suddenly too sensitive. I want more, but can't think of touching it anymore. The smell reminds me of my semen, but it's different. It's really different. I fall sideways and my legs rub against each other. I can't stop them. Everything is amazing and my muscles just can't stop... Damn it! I'm trembling at something that looks like an orgasm that knocks me down. It happens suddenly and my body trembles and shrinks. I wrap my arms around everything to contain it and this is a mistake with my fuzzy hands slipping over my tummy and chest and I get another little orgasm due to how sensitive my skin is. My fingers kept drying out, and the claw of my right big toe cut the wood and shards of the chest of drawers. Eventually, I forestall shaking. The scent... MY scent is intoxicating. I deliver my hand as much as my eyes. My cum. My cum from earlier, earlier than all of this... it`s on my hands. I unfold them aside and notice the strings it makes. I can scent the brand new heady fragrance jumbled in with the scent of my vintage cum. SHIT! I can sense extra leaking out of me wherein I should not be capable of sense anything. I positioned my hands among my legs through reflex and cry out from how touchy I am. My entire crotch is soaked with cum - new and vintage. It's... it is getting tough to think... I simply... the scent... I can sense a growl behind my throat and I do not maintain returned. My hands arise to my muzzle and I breathe in deeply, luxuriating withinside the uncommon smells.

Before I can forestall myself, my hands are in my mouth. My muzzle. The flavor explodes on my tongue and I sense my frame pass slack from it. Like I've been drugged. I nearly reduce myself on those new teeth - like little daggers. Everything reacts and I lick my hands eagerly. More. I want extra. More of it all. Both fingers pass among my legs and I'm eagerly scooping up cum it is been soaking into my legs and fur. I can sense my tail thumping barely as I take my hands into my mouth, licking with my lengthy wolf's tongue, lapping up all of my juices - vintage and new cum. Every time I contact my pussy, a jolt travels up my backbone however I need extra. This musky heady fragrance of the she-wolf's cum blended with my vintage cum and this frame's heady fragrance is intoxicating.

Until I'm clean. My fur is soaked from the cum however there may be no extra leaking out. I nearly whine in frustration. I need extra of it. I need to sense that once more. I roll onto my returned and sense my breasts pull up and to the perimeters barely. I clutch one with my left hand and experimentally tweak one of the fat, darkish nipples. I jack-knife from the surprising feeling of energy that is going in a line down from my nipple to my pussy. I can sense the inner of me doing that factor once more - enjoyable nearly and feeling looser however understanding it is my wetness growing. I'm pinching and rolling my nipple and I do not recollect consciously seeking to do it, moaning from the sensation of it. My different hand reaches right all the way down to my pussy. My lips sense fatter than I recollect them however it is all a brand new experience. I brush my clit and nearly scream from it. Not yet. Not yet. I rub at my pussy lips for a moment, feeling the shivers in my backbone, legs and inner my cunt till I cannot take it and I press hands into the sopping wetness of my pussy.

I've by no means had my ass performed with as a person so I do not know the way to describe what it looks like. Or what it doubtlessly looks like to have some thing inner of my frame like this. I do not know if it might be comparable at all. I need to the touch the whole lot at once. There's hard pores and skin at the bottoms of my hands and palm of my hand... paw? I forget about it and try and be mild with my claws. It's frustrating. I need to rub the inner of my pussy however the claws are preserving that off the menu. I DO whine now and I've by no means performed that earlier than in my life. It simply happens. I'm massaging and rolling my nipple in a single hand and it is larger and tougher now. My toes are rubbing on every different again and again through themselves once more and I'm seeking to push my hands into my pussy as a ways as they could pass. I sense... complete? Nearly complete? But now no longer complete enough. There's this constructing strain and the energy from my nipples is hitting in opposition to a few nerve factor in my pussy and I've misplaced myself withinside the feeling of it all. My entire frame feels it alongside my backbone and it is simply constructing better and better and I'm slamming my hands tougher and tougher into myself, feeling the recommendations of the claws in opposition to the flesh, feeling the ache for a half-2nd earlier than endorphins kill the terrible ache. I'm moaning and whining and making this... mewling sound as I twist at the ground, my tail urgent in opposition to me as I twist and turn. I do not... this strain is massive. I nearly cannot take the feeling however I cannot forestall. I cannot fucking forestall now. I'm nearly there. It's nearly there. I cannot... I cannot...

The international explodes once more. I desire I may want to say how top notch it felt. How absolutely exceptional it felt from the primary time. I felt a touch of all of that - fringes of this top notch release. But, I cannot. I cannot due to the fact whether or not I'd forgotten to respire or it changed into all an excessive amount of suddenly, I black out. Screaming. Howling. Body shaking. Blackness.

I wake to gray mild filtering thru the blinds in my room. It`s absolutely quiet outside. My head is pounding and my throat is absolutely dry. I experience like I have not had water in days. I paintings my mouth some times, croaking and looking to make spit happen. It makes me cough and I roll over to my aspect and pull myself as much as kneel. My head aches from the movement. I near my eyes towards the ache at my temples. When I open them, I see it.

I'm returned. To me. To antique me. I near my eyes once more and nearly experience like crying. I do not even understand why however I can experience a lump in my throat and the chance of tears beginning. I breathe deeply with my brow towards the mattress till the sensation passes. I do not even understand why that simply happened. The most effective component I can give you is it looks like some thing is missing. A a part of me. Some vital component it truly is gone. For a 1/2 of second, I marvel if I dreamed all of final night time however I understand my goals and the way they paintings and that is impossible. Plus... once I take a seat down returned, I contact my leg and experience the dried cum. Even from right here I can odor it and I understand it is now no longer simply mine. Not simply my antique cum.

I flavor my hands and I experience the stirrings of my erection. The transfer from pussy to cock is surreal. Earlier is a blur however it turned into any such robust feeling that I can experience the echo of it even still. My mind is having a difficult time remembering the texture of a moist pussy. My dick throbs from the reminiscence of it and there is this odd disassociation that my mind is doing. It's looking to positioned me withinside the location of a person fucking the she-wolf instead of me being the she-wolf and masturbating. It's looking to make amends for what happened. Trying to reconcile it with me as a person.

It takes five seconds to cum whilst jacking myself off. I nearly experience pathetic. I do not even try and forestall the cum because it spurts all around the aspect of my mattress. Only then do I word a big dried spot at the ground in which I turned into laying. I lean down and odor it - it is the she-wolf's scent. Before I understand what I'm doing, I'm rubbing the aspect of my face towards it, a small growl escaping my lips with out a thought. The reasonably-priced carpeting is most effective very barely moist now.

I nearly cry once more however I positioned it away speedy. The match! It needs to be somewhere. I seek frantically. The bed room is empty besides for the plastic wrapping the match got here in and the shattered field. I do not bear in mind breaking it. Nothing beneathneath the mattress, withinside the closet... In my rush, I step on glass from the damaged cloth cabinet reflect and it hurts badly however I forget about it. Hallway closet, kitchen, bathroom, residing room - all are empty. The lid for the field is withinside the residing room however it truly is it. I peek out of my the front door onto my steps however no new field waits for me.