In the shadowed heart of the Whispering Woods, Elena adjusted her crimson cloak, her eyes sharp as she tracked the beast's prints. Magic hummed in her veins, dissolving the mundane world into a fairy tale gone deliciously wicked. 'Artemon,' she called, voice laced with challenge, 'show yourself, wolf. Or are you all growl and no bite?'
The massive figure emerged, fur gleaming, eyes gleaming with hunger. 'Little Red,' he rumbled, 'you stray far from the path. What game do you play?'
Elena smirked, stepping closer, her posture commanding. 'The kind where I win. Your animal cock looks hard already—impressive, but can it handle a woman who knows her power?' She shed the cloak, revealing skin slick with anticipation, thighs already wet and dripping. 'I'm no damsel. I'm the one who decides.'
Artemon's tail flicked, but he circled warily. 'Bold words from a horny little vixen. What makes you think I'd submit?'
'Because I straddle the wolf, not the other way around,' she retorted, pushing him back against an ancient oak. Her hands explored, teasing his swelling length. 'Ever had a blowjob from a queen of tales? Malvina's got nothing on me.' She dropped to her knees briefly, lips wrapping around him in a wicked tease before rising again, panting with her own rising heat.
Sweating now, the air thick with lust, Elena mounted him, guiding his thick cock into her tight pussy. 'Feel that? My ass grinding, my walls clenching—you're mine.' She rode him hard, moving with fierce rhythm, her voice sharp between moans. 'Deeper, wolf. Make me come, or I'll leave you aching.'
Artemon growled, thrusting up, but she controlled every sway, her pussy dripping cum as the magic surged. 'That's it—fill me,' she commanded, body arching as they both came in an explosive rush, her strong grip never yielding.
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