Bound By Wolves (Impregnated By The Wolves Part 1) Read Online Free Page A

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and the needs of her mate. She was becoming a part of nature, now,
just as nature was invading her most private places and becoming
one with her body.
    “I’ll show you what the wilderness is like,”
he huffed. “You think you’re wild? You don’t know anything
yet.”
    Hearing his voice again, tunneled right into
her ear while he thrust in and out of her pussy, made her go weak.
If she hadn’t been tied so tightly to the tree, she knew she would
have crumbled to the forest floor. She felt the ropes digging into
her arms and legs, rubbing the skin raw just as the skin of her
womanhood was throbbing from the friction of his fucking, the
warmth pulsing through to her fingertips. She felt the blood being
rerouted from her limbs directly to her core, and down into her
sex. She wanted him to go deeper. To feel that second curve
cresting over the opening of her flesh.
    Almost as if he could read her thoughts, she
felt him give another shove, and the hair of his chest flared
against her bare breasts, rubbing into her nipples as the large
round curve of his wolf shaft burst into her pussy, and they both
gave a furtive moan.
    “Take me, Rannulf, I’m yours. Take all of
me!”
    She could barely get the words out when she
felt him engorge even further, his powerful cock felt like thunder
pulsing in and out of her, displacing all her other organs. She
didn’t care. She felt as if her whole body was destined for this
one moment, this one act of pure natural reproduction. She had been
born for this, bred for this. She had been waiting for something,
someone, like this her entire life. As his gruff voice began to
grunt at an increased rate, faster and louder, she felt herself
getting quieter and quieter, concentrating all her powers to
contracting her pussy around his raging authority.
    She could smell him finishing before she
heard it, her whole self shuddering to accommodate the rush of cum
that emanated from his animal-like shaft. The temperature of her
body felt like it was changing from the inside, and she closed her
eyes to take the feeling in even deeper, feeling his face rise up
towards the sky in one long vibrant howl.
    “OU OU OU OU OUOOO OOooooooo”
    The ground below them began to shake. The
trees were rustling and many of the leaves in the sky above them
came tumbling down. If the sky had really been falling, Rachel
wouldn’t have noticed or cared.
    If she had been thinking of her friends, she
might have been concerned that they would fall off the face of the
cliff. But her mind was full only of the sights and sounds of this
act, this welcome violation of her flesh by one of the most natural
wonders of the world. She closed her eyes and dropped her full
concentration down into her body from her toiling mind, to the
place where their bodies came together, to the place that issued
life and pleasure all in one swift and mighty gesture.
    When Rachel opened her eyes, she realized
that the wolf was still coming, still issuing seed from his hairy
center. She opened wide and saw that the sun, suddenly, was gone,
snuffed out and replaced by a vibrant full moon, hanging low, as if
beneath the trees. The silver glow of the new night sky sent
rippling waves of moonlight washing over and through the entire
forest.
    The air itself began to glow. She felt the
moonlight wave over her bare skin, a tactile sensation almost like
the feeling of a pure silk sheet covering her naked body. It was as
if she were underwater, nearly drowning in her own pleasure,
looking up through the torrid darkness to see the bright light of
that mirroring rock. The brilliance of the moon’s glow was matched
only by the magnificence of Rannulf’s coat; glistening, almost
diamond-like, the color of the moon itself and every rock Rachel
had ever climbed. As he began to expire, panting like the dog he
was, Rachel felt an amazing surge of energy and power. The sun was
back, warming up her sweaty skin, melting her body into his
fur.
    She felt like both