The magic dissolved around me like mist in moonlight, leaving my skin tingling and my mind clouded with fairy-tale haze. One moment I was ordinary; the next, red cloak fluttering, thighs already sticky with desire as I stood in the woods. Artemon the wolf lounged against a tree, all sharp grin and knowing eyes. 'Lost, Red?' he drawled, voice like velvet over gravel. 'Or just hunting something bigger than baskets?'
I planted my hands on my hips, strong and unyielding. 'Hunting? Please. You wolves always think you're the prize. My pussy's never known a man's touch, but that doesn't make me prey. What makes you think your animal cock is worth the trouble?'
He chuckled, rising with predatory grace, his form shifting just enough to reveal the hard outline straining against fur. 'Witty. I like that. Most girls pant and beg. You? You're dripping already, aren't you? Horny little storyteller playing Malvina in the wrong tale.'
'Shut it and prove it,' I shot back, pushing him down and straddling his hips. My ass ground against him as I leaned back, spreading my legs wide to show off my glistening pussy—no man had claimed it, but magic made it ravenous. 'Your cock's throbbing for this. Feel how wet I am?'
Artemon's paws gripped my thighs, not dominating but matching my fire. 'Bossy. I approve. But if we're doing this, Red, no half-measures.' Panting, sweating, I freed his thick, hard cock and sank down, the swollen head pressing into my tight entrance. The magic turned my pussy into a greedy mouth, sucking him in with a thick, viscous drop of lust. 'Fuck—yes,' I hissed, moving my hips, taking every inch while he groaned. 'Deeper, wolf. Make me come.' Our bodies slammed together, dripping sweat, the explosive rhythm building as I rode him hard toward the edge.
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