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This is a nice little fantasy I created and thought I'd share. The characters and setting are fictional and I hope you enjoy this little world I've created x

Wolf Trap

She had seen him out there. He would always stare at her, remark her with his eyes. Yesterday, as Sophie was bringing the shopping back to her grandmother, the wolf been closer than it ever had been. It would stay quiet, watching her, and this time it was no different, but it was right there, stalking her through the forest and brush on the side of the path. It must have only been 10 feet away from Sophie who was now feeling very nervous. Anxiety was building up from her stomach and she could feel the chill of goosebumps down her arms while the wolf watched and stalked her. 'What does it want?' she thought to herself. It didn't seem aggressive, if anything it was more like a friendly visitor, someone who would watch over her as she made her frequent trips to help her grandmother. Sophie lived in a very rural part of Oregon and her poor grandmother was isolated in her cabin down by the river. Sophie didn't have a car yet, so would instead take the long walk down the forest path to visit her Nana and help her out. She didn't mind, she loved nature and the open air. She often remarked to herself as it felt more like home to her, to be out in the open, enjoying the earth. But as she turned the corner to get to the cottage, she saw her wolf more clearly now. He was right there, barely hiding behind the long grass and his wild eyes were watching her.

She didn't freeze, she didn't seem to fear the wolf, but this was the closest it had ever been, so it was causing her some discomfort. She passed it by and that’s when she heard it sniffing the air. She turned and looked, and it had its nose up, sniffing and smelling the open air before it turned its eyes back to her and then just like that, it darted off, back into the forest. It was that moment, the moment where it was sniffing the air which stuck with Sophie. It seemed so purposeful, almost directed at her. She reached the cabin at last but while she was helping her Nana and talking with her, she tried to put it out of her mind, but she couldn't seem to drop it. After an hour or two and sharing tea and a few of Nana's homemade cakes, Sophie decided to head back before it turned too dark.

She kissed her Nana on the cheek and smiled, saying her goodbyes and began the trek back to her house. On the way back, she was on edge – her stomach felt tight, her shoulders were taught, and she could feel the shivers of goosebumps all down her arms and legs. Was she being watched again? Was he looking out for her as the sun went down? About halfway there, she heard a rustling in the trees. There was something there for sure, but she couldn't make it out. Then she heard the sniffing again and knew it must be him. He was sniffing the air, but she couldn't make out from where. It seemed purposeful, directed. Sophie continued on, the anxiety was building but for some reason, she felt safe, secure that the wolf was watching over her. Before she left the forest path to head back to the street she lived on, she turned and said quietly 'thank you'. Then she had an idea, she decided to leave something for the wolf to remember her by.

She was flustered at this point, she had nothing really with her she could leave, but she wanted to very badly. Sophie felt almost like she had to appease the spirit of the forest, of the wolf, for watching over her. She couldn't leave her shoes or socks, it was getting cold, and she needed all her clothes. But then it hit her, she didn't really need her bra. It was something that she wouldn't miss and didn't need at this point. Sophie was always a voluptuous girl but never really knew how to handle it. When she was younger in High School, some of the boys would make comments and say things about her body, but she never acknowledged them or gave them time. In fact, she had never really had a proper boyfriend. There were a few boys she had made out with and fooled around with, even losing her virginity one drunken evening at a party, but she had never really sought out any of the boys in her quiet town. She felt they were immature, stupid little men and borderline abusive. So, she had rejected their advances now that she was in her early 20s. Now, she reached behind her and undid her 34DD bra. It felt great, the sudden loosening and freedom that followed. She had built up quite a sweat from her journey, so her bra felt a little moist from it. She didn't know why, but she put it up to her nose and smelled it. It definitely had her scent on it she thought and then she walked slightly off the road and laid it under a bush, her gift to the forest and to her protector, the wolf.

When she got home, she tried to unwind. She made a cup of cocoa and got into her pyjamas and turned on the TV. Nothing was on she cared about and no matter what she did, how busy she tried to make herself, she couldn't get the thought of the wolf out of her head. She was growing more and more frustrated now so decided to go have a shower. She stripped off and took a moment to look at herself in the mirror – her breasts seemed sensitive, her nipples slightly erect. Sophie was a tall but thin girl; her stomach was tight but she didn't really work out so there was no real definition. She felt a tingle coming from her vagina and moved her hand down through the short hairs above it before quickly recoiling. Her long blonde, slightly curly hair framed a beautiful face with big blue eyes, and she had a naturally large mouth with big lips. She took that moment to admire herself and bit her lip as thoughts returned to the wolf. She shook her head before then stepping into the shower.

After washing her body and putting some shampoo through her scalp, Sophie took a moment to take in the warmth of the shower. But as she did, the wolf entered her mind again. It was so big, powerful, feral. Its eyes watching her, watching over her, making her feel wanted. The sniffing of the air, smelling her, her scent. What were those hidden chemicals saying to the wolf? Sophie barely realized, but her hand had made for her now wet vagina. She was biting her lip as her middle finger went inside. She could feel the clammy wetness of herself as she began to move her hand and finger rapidly around and in her pussy. The wolf was watching her, stalking her in the forest, admiring and protecting her. Sophie's finger moved faster and faster, her soaking vagina now near pulsing and she slid her index finger in and used the top of her palm to rub her sensitive clitoris. The wolf had found her now, it had picked up her scent. It was so close she could smell it, the strong, virile musk, entirely male and it dominated her senses. Her fingers were moving extremely quickly now, a massive orgasm building up inside her, going from her stomach down to her pulsing, wet vagina. Then she remembered – the wolf did have her now, it had her scent, the bra she left for him. An offering to him, a signal for him to claim her. That tilted Sophie over the edge and the biggest orgasm of her life rolled through her. She squealed and panted, all the while the shower was pouring down on her and her slick, white skin. Sophie very nearly collapsed right there, only barely managing to keep her balance after that unbelievable orgasm. She got herself together and rinsed out her blonde hair, taking her time – almost just to recover from such a shattering orgasm.

She got out of the shower then and dried herself, trying as hard as possible not to think about what had just happened. She was about to begin her ovulation cycle so put her extreme horniness down to that. Sophie spent some time drying her hair and combing it through, trying to take her mind off things/ But when she got into bed, she couldn't shake it. Sophie tossed and turned, thoughts of the wolf circling her brain. She could feel a wetness in her pussy and tried repeatedly to ignore it. But the wolf was there, in her thoughts, watching her, smelling her scent. It had taken her underwear now, it had her and always knew where she would be. It could stalk her, exert himself on her and she would be powerless to stop it. Finally, she drifted to sleep with those thoughts still dominating her mind.

When she woke in the morning, her mouth was dry. There were butterflies in her stomach, and she felt tense. Yesterday had happened, those moments in the forest, had happened. She had left the wolf something of her, something uniquely hers. The shower, happened. Sophie felt a clamminess from her vagina, she was ovulating for sure. It was a lazy Sunday though, so she got herself up and made breakfast, trying to put those thoughts to the back of her mind. Sophie got busy doing the laundry and cut the grass, building up quite a sweat. But it was always there – the wolf, her wolf. After lunch, she decided she had to do something about this. Her actions now seemed odd, intentional but almost like it wasn't her doing them. It was like a deep need was coming out of her and guiding her, an inner nature she never knew was there. She went upstairs and sat at her makeup table. Tying her blonde hair into high pigtails, she put a small red bow around each. She then applied her makeup, quite lightly, but Sophie always enjoyed accentuating her luscious, red lips so she applied some of her best bright red lipstick. A small bit of eye-shadow completed the ritual, and she went to the wardrobe. Sophie picked out a casual red dress which had white frills and put it on. Then she put on some knee-high white socks and did her nails, red of course. She felt hot and anxious, and after looking herself up and down in the mirror, she felt ready – though for what?

Sophie packed a small bag with a rug in it and some water and a few apples. She could feel her vagina now, it was pulsing with anticipation. She couldn't get the wolf out of her head, but what was she doing? She didn't stop to think. She put her bag over her shoulder and went out the door. The town she lived in was extremely quiet, especially on Sundays, so Sophie didn't think anything about people seeing her. She quickly made her way to the forest path and set off, not quite to her grandmother’s house.

She checked where she had left her bra the night before, it was gone! She didn't know if this was a good sign or not. What if someone else had picked it up? She would never hear the end of it. But she put those thoughts out of her mind. She put her red hood up and followed the path. She didn't see him; she couldn't hear him either. This was strange, she thought. He had been so visible yesterday, but now in the afternoon sun, he wasn't to be seen. Sophie decided to take matters into her own hands. Finding a suitable spot where there was less foliage, she turned off the path and began to make her way into the forest. She continued for a few minutes, dodging over fallen logs and clearing a stream. Her fertile vagina was now extremely wet, all the anticipation, the outdoors and the nature around her seemed to be having an effect on her. Those same butterflies were building up in her stomach and she moved her hand down, lifting her dress and she could feel the dampness. That gave Sophie an idea, the wolf would have her scent, she had made sure of that, so why not leave the strongest scent possible here for him to find her? She now removed her soaking panties, again she brought them up to her nose for reasons she didn't quite understand at this time and smelled them. It was a strong, pungent, fertile smell. Sophie bit her lip, like she does and left them on the forest floor for the wolf to find.

Sophie continued on; she was well into the forest at this point. She was smart though and knew these woods reasonably well so knew she would have no problem finding her way back. The sun would set in the direction of the path so there was never a worry there. The freedom of removing her underwear and the devilish thoughts of doing so were having an effect on her now soaking pussy. She had felt some fluid trickle down her leg from time to time and wondered if it had left a trail of her fertile scent. Sophie was tired though and had built up quite a sweat. There was no sign of the wolf yet, so she decided to take a break. She took out and rolled the rug out and sat down. She didn't intend to, but she sat with her legs apart, almost forgetting about her lack of underwear, so her wet, luscious pussy was on view to the whole world. Sophie giggled to herself; she didn't mind that as there was no one here anyway. Maybe this whole adventure was just a silly little fantasy she would look back on and laugh about one day.

She moved a finger down to inspect her vagina and it was very wet. She rubbed it just a little bit and then moved her hand up to her nose to smell. She was so turned on and didn't know what to do about it. In her head, in those thoughts at the back of her mind, she was trying to save herself, save herself for him. She almost didn't want to, she thought she would be spoiling herself for him and ruin this little game she was playing. But she was desperately horny. Her vagina was tingling in anticipation, for something. It was saying to the world “mate me, I'm right here, mate with me!” but there was nothing coming. She rolled around on the rug, trying to loosen some of that frustration and was about to pack it all in and go home. Then she heard it.

The sniffing of the air, the determined smelling and the rustle of bushes and foliage. Sophie's stomach immediately tightened, and she stood straight up. There were the goosebumps again, the shaking of anticipation and a small bit of fear. She could hear him, he was close, homing in on her and her fertile scent. She turned, looking each way, but couldn't see him. Was she wrong? Was she just hearing things? But then there was that sniffing again and then she saw him. He, the wolf, was just emerging from behind a bush. His ears were down and his eyes, those wonderful wild eyes were staring directly at Sophie. He was big, very big. Sophie was a tall girl and the wolf stood almost exactly waist height to her. He looked so majestic. A slick grey and black coat of well-maintained fur coated his body. His paws were large and fierce looking while his ears were pointed and jet black, as well as his nose. His snout was long and wide, and his tongue matched this. Those grey eyes were staring directly at Sophie now and she was transfixed. Her fertile vagina was quivering at this sight, and she could feel very small droplets forming there. The ovulating mating gear was communicating to the wolf now, he was sniffing the air, taking in deep nosefuls of Sophie's scent and reading what this was saying to his feral brain.

Sophie felt caught now, trapped in a way, but those butterflies, that anxiousness and all those feelings were directing her to do one thing. She felt so wild, but natural. Instinct was taking over, and she lowered her hood, revealing those blond pigtails to the wolf as well as her natural beauty and shiny red lips. Her blue eyes met his and, in that moment, there was a meeting of minds, an understanding of who they were to each other. The wolf was Sophie's protector, he would watch over her, guide her and keep her safe. And she... she was about to say it... she couldn't, could she? This was it, in that moment when their eyes met, she knew it, she would say it now, to him, to the world. The words built up and she let them out, a moment in time when her life would change “I am your mate” she said to the wolf.

The wolf stalked towards her and began circling her, sniffing around as he did so. He was inspecting Sophie, and she felt a thrill, a rush flow through her as he did. When the wolf was behind her, he bent his head down and licked at her calf. This was where the fluid from Sophie's ovulating pussy had leaked down. The wolf would lick, smell and lick again. Sophie's body was reacting, the nervousness, the instinct – it was all kicking in. The wolf circled to her front, and instinctively, Sophie lifted her red dress, revealing her soaking, fertile pussy to him, to the wolf, to her mate. The wolf moved in; he was now being controlled by the unstoppable pheromones that had taken him over. He moved in and started sniffing in at Sophie's ovulating vagina. His large tongue reached out and gave Sophie's pussy a long, lasting lick. Sophie's legs almost went right there and then. The only thing keeping her standing was a need to prove herself to the wolf. The wolf reached out again, obviously unable to stop himself and licked again. And again, and again. Sophie opened her mouth, an involuntary squeal went out, the wolf stopped curiously, but then went right back to this wonderful pussy. He was licking and sniffing as he did, and Sophie was leaking out copious amounts of fluids onto his nose and snout. An orgasm built up in her and took over her body and this did it, her knees buckled, and she almost fell back. She steadied herself and leaned back onto her hands, spreading her legs for the wolf so he can ravage her pussy with those never-ending, deep, rough licks.

Another orgasm built up in Sophie and she squealed again, this time the wolf did not stop and took it as a natural thing this fertile female did in this state. Eventually, after a few more licks and nosefuls of Sophie's ovulating scent, the wolf relented. Sophie caught her breath and the wolf now circled around her. She could see now underneath the wolf and that’s when she saw it. The lipstick of this wolfs penis was poking out and dripping with precum. It looked so red, so wild to Sophie. She knew a little about wolf and dogs’ anatomy and just how big their penises could get out of their sheath, and this one looked huge. Behind that, the wolfs large testicles sat there. They were massive and swollen and Sophie's brain immediately went to how much semen was in them and how she needs to empty them and drain those balls into her womb. She relished the task and as her wolf stayed still, panting, Sophie took it upon herself to inspect his gear, much like he had just done to her.

Sophie moved her nose and mouth up to that amazing, wild penis. She smelled it first and his scent was pure, masculine and wild. Sniffing down his length, she took in all those canine pheromones that were exciting her beyond comprehension. Was this what had brought her out here in the first place? Was it the scent of the wolf, his pheromones, which enraptured Sophie and took over her every waking thought? She reached those virile testicles now and took in big wafts of the wolfs scent. They communicated to her a deep need, a need to fertilize a female and claim her as his. Instinctively, Sophie reached in with her tongue and licked them and then gave each of those balls a few kisses before making her way back up to the shaft. The red lipstick was still poking out and Sophie licked a long and then took it into her mouth, her bright red lips engorging around the head as she gently sucked while giving quick licks with her tongue around the tapered end. She could see the wolfs hind leg kicking and shaking, obviously with a surprised pleasure and Sophie was delighted she was having this effect on such a strong, powerful animal. In a way, he was under her control now. Her scent and fertility was dictating his world and this thought just turned Sophie on more and more as she played with her wolfs penis. She finally relented, satisfied at how wild she had driven him with her luscious red lips and tongue, he wasn't the only one with that skill she devilishly thought to herself. On release, she gave the tip of his penis one last kiss and said to it “you lucky boy!”.

The wolf then began stalking, pacing around her. He seemed wild, his anxiety building up just like Sophie's at what was about to happen, what they both needed to happen. Sophie stood up and took her dress off up over her head and stood there, almost fully naked, only her white, knee-high socks and the ribbons in her hair showing for her wolf. She decided to take her power further, just like she needed him, she knew he needed her. That the only thing that ever mattered was her, her scent, her pussy. Sophie then, with a wicked perplexation, then began walking around the wolf. She would wiggle her tight ass at him, and he would reach out to try and smell or lick it and she would then bound away, giggling and laughing as she did. “Aww what’s wrong Mr. Wolf? Need to fuck your mate? Hehehe” Sophie was saying as they continued their little game. The wolf was restless, he would nip in and take licks where he could while Sophie's breasts bounced freely in the forest air. Her nipples were erect and extremely sensitive at this point. Her whole body felt electric, but she was enjoying herself too much. “I'm ever so fertile Mr. Wolf. Can you smell my pussy? It needs you Mr. Wolf. It needs your wolf semen so very badly” she continued, as the wolf panted and played along with her. This had to end at some point though, their bodies needed it and it had been dragged out so long. With a quick lunge, the wolf finally got to Sophie, and she relented. “You got me Mr. Wolf! Now take your prize! Mate me!” Sophie exclaimed to the world.

She got down on all fours for the wolf, who was now circling her, making sure she was his and his alone. He would take in licks and sniffs of her as he did, stopping at her neck at the erogenous zone where her pheromones once again took him over. He then crouched down beside her and got in at her left breast and began sniffing and licking at it, coursing her sensitive nipples with his tongue. Sophie was getting flustered at this, it felt so so good. Her large breast was being licked, sucked and smelled but now she too was getting frustrated. This was revenge, she thought with a wry smile. The wolf was now taking his time with her as a playful punishment for their little game. But then he moved up behind her. Sophie's sweet, fertile mating equipment was on full display for her wolf. He took in a few more nosefuls of her scent and gave her a few more licks as if to say 'get ready' to her. Sophie arched herself down, pointing her fertility directly at the wolf and he moved in and forward to her.

His large paws moved over her and then rested on her back. This was it, she thought, the moment she had secretly been building to for too long now. Sophie could feel the wolfs hind quarters thrusting, searching for her. His engorged penis must be ravenous now for a mate and it was ceaselessly pumping, trying to find its rightful place. Sophie dropped herself down just a bit and then it was there, the wolf's wild red penis slid effortlessly into her mating zone and he began thrusting into her at impossible speeds. Sophie buckled again, the heat, the relentless pounding, the size! It filled her so quickly and now she was in a state of bliss as the wolf pumped and pumped into her with a sheer speed and ferocity that her pheromones had demanded. Sophie was gritting her teeth now as the wolf ravaged her. An orgasm built up, but it was almost like she didn't have the air to let it out. Instead, the orgasm rolled into another and then another as the wolf thrust and thrust into her. His penis was so hot, so large. She could feel the tip of this amazing penis kiss against her cervix that felt like a little pull. She was so happy with this feeling, it was like a true mating, not just a random drunken fuck. This was what she always wanted, what she craved for. This was what she had been saving herself for all this time. Not the right man, but the right mate and this wolf was it.

As the wolf thrust into her, she could hear him mewling. He must be in such pleasure, she thought, and that empowered her further. She was making this wolf, this powerful animal, feel the greatest kind of pleasure imaginable. It was her pheromones, her scent, her fertile pussy doing this to him, and she took such joy in knowing this as another orgasm rolled over her. Sophie then felt something at the entrance to her pussy and she knew this must be her mate’s knot. She knew well what this meant, it was what had really made her do this, what had driven her secretly to this amazing moment in time. Sophie wanted not just to be fucked by this wolf, she wanted, demanded, to be knotted by him. For him to claim her as his and tie her to him. Instinctively, she lowered herself a little further and with one determined thrust, his knot entered Sophie's fertile, tight pussy.

The wolf was panting now, he was drooling onto Sophie, but she didn't mind. She was glad for it, she wanted this, she wanted him to lose all control due to what she was doing to him. The knot was huge, and she felt so full, so content. The wolf, having lost all sense of himself, was still thrusting lightly – his body and mind not knowing what to do due to the sheer horniness of himself and his mate. Sophie then felt it pulsing, contracting and expanding and that shook through her body as another massive orgasm took control of her. She knew what this meant too, and she gritted her teeth in anticipation of it. She was doing it to this wolf, she was making this magnificent animal do this, it was her power, her pheromones, her scent, her mating gear that had trapped him. And then with another, impossibly large pulse of his knot, he came inside her.

Jets of semen now began to pump into Sophie and flood her fertile womb. She could feel his penis contract and expand in her posterior fornix as it discharged its load into her and every time it did, the knot would pulse against her g-spot, causing another orgasm and for Sophie to clamp down even more on his amazing cock. This in turn overstimulated the wolf, who would then pump more and more semen into her in search of her fertile womb and egg. She could feel his balls now against her vagina. They were trembling as they pumped more and more doggy semen into her. Sophie was again delighted with this. Her power over him, over his testicles and dictating his need to empty those massive balls into her turned her on further. She began to steady herself a bit more, rolling with the orgasm and panting away as her uterus took her mate’s seed. The wolf, obviously in a state of sheer bliss was now resting his snout on her back and neck, licking away at her face and ear, telling Sophie what a good job she was doing at emptying his testicles into her. The cock lodged in her continued to pump and pulse, their euphoric game playing out as Sophie's pussy would contract down, demanding more of his wolf semen for her fertile womb. She turned her head slightly around to him “Good boy Mr. Wolf, you love your mate’s pussy don't you” Sophie said and then slightly wiggled her ass while she was still locked with him. “You have a good long cum Mr. Wolf, empty those big wolf balls in me.” she said while the wolf licked along her neck, taking in more of those ever-controlling sweet pheromones Sophie was producing. In turn, his balls pulsed, trembled and tightened as Sophie wiggled and clenched, teasing her mate into states of uncontrollable joy.

The wolf was so content now, laying on top of his mate as he emptied himself into her while Sophie clenched his hot, impossibly big penis. They stayed like this for about 20 minutes or so, endlessly playing out their little games, the wolf licking Sophie, telling her how good a job she was doing and Sophie whispering playful things back to him, even at one point turning to kiss him and lick down that amazing tongue. She could feel the hot penis lodge in her begin to soften though and the pulsing of his knot and balls had begun to slow down. She knew this state of ecstasy was about to end as she had drained everything she could from her mate. With a few more licks and kisses, the wolf then began to dismount from Sophie. The knot had shrunken, completely expended from the pleasures of Sophie's hot, fertile pussy, and the wolf slipped out from her. An immediate sense of emptiness came over Sophie, but at the same time, she felt content and full from her mate's hot, virile semen which would now be hunting down her egg in her uterus. She let out a sigh as the wolf got off her and she only felt a small bit of his cum dribble down from her ultra-sensitive pussy.

The wolf then moved in behind her again and took a few sniffs before he began licking up and down her area, from clit to asshole and back again. It felt like he was trying to lock his semen inside her and she was glad to oblige, knowing how much it meant to him. He finished and then hovered around. Sophie, still on all fours, turned and then saw it, the magnificent penis that had took her and its knot that had locked her to him. It was massive, dark red and looked sore and was obviously extremely sensitive. Then Sophie with a wicked grin, crawled over to her wolf and went under him. “Awww what do we have here Mr. Wolf? It looks like your cock is very sensi and needs a clean after doing such a great job at fertilizing its mate” and with that, Sophie pulled the sheath back from around the still very large knot and took the penis into her bright red lips and waiting mouth. She began sucking and playing with his penis with her tongue and she could hear the wolf whine as she went. Sophie would suck in little, short bursts at the very tip, dancing her tongue over it and would then lick up and down the shaft to ensure that her mate was clean. “Oh Mr Wolf, you can tell me to stop anytime hehe” she giggled, as she went back to work on this extremely sensitive penis, kissing it up and down before licking and kissing his testicles. “Ooohh I really hope there is more cum for me in these” Sophie says before taking each ball in her mouth and lightly sucking on it before returning to his red, sensitive penis. The wolf was panting hard now, he wasn't expecting this kind of treatment, and he almost didn't know what to do. Sophie could see his tail wagging and hind leg shaking as she kept up her assault and wickedly decided to keep going.

“What’s wrong Mr. Wolf? Does this feel amazing? Do you need to cum again?” Sophie was saying, teasing her new mate who had just filled her fertile womb with his doggy seed. “Aww that’s it, isn't it? You need to cum on me. You need to cover me with your scent” Sophie said, now really going to work on this engorged, thoroughly fucked and sucked penis. The wolf was whining, and Sophie could see his testicles begin to contract and tremble and she knew it was coming. She could feel this penis begin to pulse now and Sophie was delighted she was able to do this, to control the wolf and make him feel this pleasure. Sophie quickly removed her mouth as the red, wild penis jerked and spasmed and came again, covering her face in his cum, marking her as his. “Hehehe Mr. Wolf! Look how naughty you are, coming on your mate like that!” Sophie said as she went back to licking and sucking the wolf's now depleted penis. Cum was running down from her face and across her breasts. She took one in her hand and started squeezing and rubbing the cum into her skin while giving her mate's cock more kisses and licks. Without warning, the wolf suddenly turned and almost collapsed onto the ground. His penis was beating a retreat back into its sheath as Sophie, still being unrelenting kissed and licked after it. She was covered in her mate's cum and then took a moment to process what had happened.

The cold air, the sun shining down on her, helping dry her mates cum on her, the sound of birds in the air – it all felt so natural, so right. She inspected her still sensitive and full pussy and couldn't believe she had taken that monster of a penis in her, but she was so happy to have done so. She proved to herself that she was powerful, it was her scent, her pheromones that had attracted such a mighty and noble animal and it was her mating gear and administrations that overpowered it. She stood up now, legs still feeling unstable and took a moment in the sun. She loved the smell and feel of the wolfs cum on her. She was his now and he was hers. She rubbed some of it into her cheeks and forehead, taking a bit of it and smelling it before licking it off her fingers. She would let it dry into her, she thought, before heading back to her home. She wouldn't shower, either, she decided, she felt as one in this moment and wanted it to last.

Sophie knew that this was a new step for her, a new life. This was what she had been waiting for her whole life and now she was ready. “I'll be back tomorrow, Mr. Wolf, get your rest” she said, before packing her things back up and getting back into her red dress again. She said her goodbyes to the now exhausted wolf and skipped a long back through the forest, over the stream and back onto the path as the sun was going down. The cum from the wolf was drying into her skin and hardening, but she didn't care – he had marked her and they were together now. Making her way back to her home, she collapsed onto her bed and sleep came easily this time. Dreams of her new life went by; a door had been opened and she willingly stepped through.

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