Finish.

Once more, the perfectly mismatched coupling of fur and beauty changed positions. Cerina dropped to her hands and knees, feeling the soft fur of her beast climb on top of her.

Again, they were locked into an endless cycle of back and forth. Howls of pleasure and squeals of delight dominating the now-dark forest. All else faded from Cerina’s mind. Nothing else mattered. She didn’t care if everyone saw her being claimed… or claiming her beast.

She pushed herself backwards into him every time he thrust, filling the hollow within her over and over and over. Cerina’s body was slick and gleaming with sweat by the time the wolf convulsed inside her. The spray of cream hit her insides like a slap, completing her own pleasure.

Her eyes rolled back and her mouth fell open, drooling as she slid off of her lover and collapsed to the ground. Cerina spasmed uncontrollably, giggling in unrelenting helpless pleasure for what seemed like an age.

Once she regained control, she turned to her monstrous lover and smiled. Cerina wanted nothing more than to do it again. And again. And again.