Either? Both? Yes?

With a new balance of weight, Cerina rose shakily. But it took only moments for her to find a new strength and confidence in her legs. Enough to grab her breasts again and marvel at their shape, like bubbles on the surface of water.

She ran her hands down the rest of her shapely figure. Narrowed waist. Rounded hips. Slender yet sculpted arms and legs. She giggled with delight and aggressively massaged her breasts.

But one thing remained. The desperately hollow ache in her loins.

A soft fur hand lifted her chin.

Cerina fixed her gaze upward, to the glowing green eyes she now adored.

“Do you like it?”

She smiled mischievously, pulling away from his hand. She dropped to the mossy ground, spread her legs, and lay back while lifting her knees. “Please,” she begged. “Claim what you made.”

With a devilish grin, the wolf dropped on all fours and sauntered over to her. His knees dropped to the earth behind her raised thighs and he planted both hands on either side of her chest. Leaning down, his long red tongue slurped at her firm nipples.

She exhaled heavily, gasping with pleasure. But that was nothing compared to the cream-slicked fur member that pressed against her. It was firm and soft and slick all at once as it gently stretched her open. She had no idea how it would fit, but it seemed to slide endlessly inwards. It spread her wider and wider until it caressed the very end of the deep hollow within her.

Cerina howled with pleasure as she felt filled and whole. But she needed to be filled again. And again.

The wolf slipped her filling as if to withdraw. But then he stopped, and pressed deeply into her again. The process repeated. Slowly. Then with greater speed. Cerina yelped and moaned with each quickening thrust. She rocked against the soft carpet of moss as she was repeatedly filled by the wolf’s rising aggression.

When he stopped suddenly, she froze. When he pulled out, she panicked. But the wolf lay back in the grass, letting his large pole stand proudly upright. Cerina crawled toward him, then stood above him with a foot on either side of his waist.

She lowered onto his shaft and accepted it into herself without hesitation. Cerina marveled at the ease with which her firm thighs lowered her into a squat and lifted her up again. She rode the shaft up and down, caressing it with the muscles inside her hollow. Bouncing like she was riding a horse.

Her breasts needed nothing to hold them in place as she rode, but she grabbed them anyway, squeezing and massaging them vigorously. Cerina moaned with high, squealing cries. And the wolf uttered low guttural grunts of pleasure that resonated deep within Cerina, making the very deepest part of her being cling to the thought of belonging to this beast.