Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38179 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 191(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38179 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 191(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
With my focus back, lowering my gaze to her ample tits and watching as her nipples stabbed through the material, pushed me over the edge. I came, feeling jet after jet of milky white seed spray out of my cock and coat her cotton-covered breasts. I positioned my dick so I could mark her full belly and thick thighs, needing her to be covered by my cum so she smelled only of me.
A growl rumbled from me. It was low and deep, but not loud enough she’d wake. I dug my claws even deeper into the banister of her sleeping platform, scraping them down slowly so they left deep grooves.
The pleasure was endless, but this wasn’t about getting off, even if it felt incredible. This was about marking the female I’d deemed as mine.
This was about making her smell like me, so all other predators would know I took her and if they so much as came close to her, I’d rip their throats out.
I squeezed my paw around the crown of my cock, pushing out another drop of seed and angling myself so a thick line of cum dribbled out of the tip and covered her mouth. For a second, that single rope of cum connected us.
Oh, she was perfect with my seed painting her, and even prettier when I reached out with my oversized paw and ran a digit over her mouth, smearing it into her plump lips.
I leaned in, her curvy body so much tinier than my beastly form. She was so soft, all smooth skin and dark waves spread out around her.
Her breath moved along the fur of my neck, smelling like fermented berries. My mouth watered to see if she tasted as sweet.
I ran the tip of my snout along her cheek, scenting her, my cock hardening all over again. So perfect.
I didn’t deny myself as I let my tongue move along the side of her face, tasting my little human female.
There was no more waiting. It was time I finally made her mine.
Chapter
Seven
Marcella
Too much wine.
That was the first thought in my head as I woke and gave a groggy groan, a pounding already present behind my eyes. In fact, that’s what woke me up.
I rolled over and snuggled underneath the sleeping bag further, the early morning chill in the air like a bite to my exposed skin.
But as I shifted, my clothes tugged against my skin, scratching at me uncomfortably. And then there was the tightness around my mouth as if something had dried on it.
I felt my brows lower in confusion as I unzipped the sleeping bag and pulled the top away, looking down at my body.
At first I saw nothing, but upon closer inspection I could see parts of my thermal top and bottoms had some kind of dried substance on them. I reached out and picked at it, the material stiff.
I ran the digits along my mouth, feeling some substance covering them.
“What the hell?” I ran my nail over a spot on my thermal top, the tip scraping over whatever had dried on me. “What is that?”
Whatever this shit was had a distinct scent to it. It wasn’t unpleasant, just… strange.
After getting up, I braved the chill outside to use the bathroom. I probably would have made the world record for holding my breath before entering that outhouse.
Once back inside, I heated some water and took a quick bath. But calling it a bath was very generous, as it was just me cleaning the important bits and any part of my body where that weird stuff had been on my clothes and seeped through.
Once dressed, I scrubbed out my thermals and let them air dry over the deck banister outside.
I still had a slight headache from the half bottle of wine that I drank last night, but despite the minimal hangover, I probably had the best night's sleep I’d had in quite a while.
I had heard no creatures outside, or I’d been too out of it to hear them. But I was feeling more optimistic and courageous today, and decided I’d save the island trip across the way for tomorrow.
Today I was going to explore those trails that were behind the cabin.
After eating breakfast, I gathered up my gear, put on a pair of long pants and some thermals underneath, and laced up my hiking boots. Then I slipped on my red hooded peacoat.
I even found a tiny basket in the cabinet, and would use it to collect some flowers to dry out so I could take them home. And then I was off, rounding the back of the cabin and going to the first trail.
For the first hour, I stayed close enough to the cabin that I could still see it. I brought my sketchbook with me and doodled some of the natural flora I came across. The mushrooms, the wild berries, the wildflowers in all their vibrant colors.