The hunger of a She-Wolf for Her prey or owned pet is never to be underestimated. She garbs herself in anticipation for Her chosen one’s lust. Building their heat in their lions until they beg for release by Her command. Yet do they deserve a quick relief to pent-up desires?
No.
Ever encouraged, they edge on and on, frustrated yet delighted at their plight all for Her sake. Their nectar dribbling forth heralding what is to cum. Each drawn-out second too long, too short, their body battering their mind. Breath ragged they finally hear Her voice announce their salvation from this wonderful torment.
Sobbing grateful for Her blessing the dam breaks. Core-wrenching shock waves flood internally and beyond, connecting them to Her very being. Her own petals threatening rivers of joy at Her chosen one’s plight.
She is sated.
