The magic dissolved around me like mist under moonlight, my eyes clouding as the ordinary world faded into a twisted fairy tale. I stood in a crimson cloak, thighs already sticky with desire, intoxicated with lust that made my pulse race. Before me loomed Artemon, the wolf with a sly grin and a body carved from midnight fur and muscle.
"Well, well, Little Red," he rumbled, voice dripping with mischief. "Lost in the woods again? Or did you come hunting for something harder than grandma's advice?"
I smirked, strong and unyielding, stepping closer without a hint of submission. "Hunting? Please, wolf. I don't chase—I claim. That cock of yours looks hard enough to test, but don't flatter yourself. I've seen bigger egos in the city."
He chuckled, tail flicking. "Feisty. Most girls pant and beg. You? You're already wet, I can smell it. Horny little thing, aren't you?"
"Wet? Dripping, maybe," I shot back, spreading my legs to show my pussy, untouched by any man yet throbbing with invitation. "But begging? Not my style. Malvina taught me better—puppets dance on strings, wolves on my terms. Now, are you going to stand there or let me ride that animal cock?"
Artemon's eyes gleamed as I straddled him, guiding his thick, hard length into my vagina. I moved with purpose, enjoying the stretch, my ass grinding down as sweat beaded on my skin. "Fuck, that's it," he groaned. "Your pussy's like a vice—tight, greedy."
"Shut up and take it," I panted, riding him harder, my walls clenching. "No blowjob for you yet—I'm saving that mouth for when you earn it. Cum for me, wolf. Fill me." Our bodies slicked with sweat, panting in rhythm, until the explosive edge built, magic surging as I took every inch.
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