Elena blinked as the ancient tome's magic dissolved around her, dropping her into a twisted fairy tale forest where her red hood clung to sweat-slicked skin. She wasn't some damsel—she was a force, and this wolf would learn it. 'Artemon, you mangy poodle-wolf hybrid, quit lurking!' she snapped, voice laced with sharp wit. The beast emerged, fur glistening, his animal cock already half-hard and twitching. 'Little Red or Malvina today, my dear? Your thighs smell of sticky desire.'
Elena laughed, circling him with predatory grace. 'Both, and neither submits. I'm horny as sin, pussy dripping like morning dew on forbidden fruit. Think your swollen head can handle a woman who takes what she wants?' Artemon growled, but she shoved him back against a tree, strong hands pinning his paws. 'Witty comeback? Or just panting already?'
'Your ass sways like it owns the tale,' he shot back, eyes hungry. She straddled him, cloak falling open to reveal her wet, untouched pussy—no man's touch, but her rules. 'Blowjob first? Nah, I want that cock inside.' Grinding down, she took his hard length, gasping as the tight ring enveloped him, magic making her walls a greedy mouth sucking greedily. 'Fuck, it's thick—pushing deeper, wolf? Feel me cum around you?'
Sweating, panting, she rode him hard, ass bouncing, viscous drops mixing as she moved. 'Not submissive, Artemon—I'm the one driving this fairy tale fuck.' He thrust up, but she controlled every slick slide, her vagina clenching like it would swallow his cum whole. The explosive build loomed, her strong body demanding more.
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