Getting your strength back

Still sore after eight days on your back, you slide into the warm water and lean back, letting the water massage your muscles. Doe sits on the edge of the tub. “Lean over a bit.” When you move, she takes a wet sponge and puts some soap on it. An appreciative growl escapes your lips as she washes your head, back, and hips.

Once your back and sides are finished, Doe slides off the side of the tub and crawls in with you. She hums as she repeats the process on your chest, neck, and legs. You feel an odd quivering between your legs. Looking down, you notice a small sheath with a rather thick pink length sliding out of the sheath. Doe puts the soap down and slides a claw down the underside of your new length. “Really enjoying this, I take it?” She smiles at you.

You can’t help but grin. “Definitely.”

Doe’s smile widens as she leans down and licks the tip just as it breaks the surface of the water. “Ohhh my,” you gasp.

“Is there something my Alpha wishes?” Her canines slip from her muzzle as her paws stroke the new contours of your chest and thighs.

You place your paws on her hips and lean her back against the side of the tub. Leaning over her, you sniff her neck. Her body trembles beneath you as the scents of soap, wet fur, and musk fill your senses. Instincts take over as you nip at the nape of your mate’s neck. Her paws drape around you, caressing your back and hips as you lap at her pert breasts. “I want you, my love,” you whisper before using your tongue to pull her breast into your muzzle.

“Yessssss. Then take me, John.”

Your rough tongue flicks against the underside of her nipple as your left paw traces down her stomach. In response, her hips rise and her legs part. Letting go of Doe’s breast, you wrap your arms around her thighs, the leather pads of your paws cupping her backside. Sliding into the water down to her neck, Doe pants as your tongue parts her velvety opening. Her claws rack down your back and sides. “Mate me, my love. Make me yours as you are mine.”

Soon you are rewarded with an overflow of her musk and juices. The wolf completely takes over as you let her go. Apparently her instincts have kicked in as well. She rolls over and pushes against your sheath, her heat and need radiating from her as her tail lifts and she spreads her legs as wide as she can. With one paw you grab her hip while the other paw massages her breast. Your leather pads rub against her hardened nipple as your length drives deep into her body.