Haha, NOPE.

In the next instant he opened his eyes; it felt like something was pressing down on him, and what had roused him back to consciousness nearly stopped his heart.

The only thing illuminating her was the moonlight, but it was just enough. Lysia’s nude body was casually laying on top of Albus’, with her arms resting on his chest, and her legs languidly swinging back and forth from behind. Besides that faint outline of darkness, his eyes were mostly drawn to hers once again. They were two dimly glowing amber rings punctuated by her pupils – which had now turned into tiny black slits to adjust to the darkness.

That sick feeling started to bubble up into his mind and stomach again. Indeed, all while he felt the weight of those naked breasts squishing into his body. His hut here wasn’t too close to the others, but there could be some very serious problems if someone were to walk by right now – the entryway was just a rectangular space with no door. The real problem wasn’t that someone might notice she’s a werewolf because of how dark it was (then again her hair was really white), but that they would ask who – from the village – he was making love to last night. Besides that, the huts that were around him had this same design, and any sounds made within them would travel quite well through not only the walls but the still night.

And that’s exactly what she was waiting for this entire time – when he would be the most ****. Everything else was just a trap leading him into this.

The concoction of raw fear and – wait, maybe this was just a dream?

“–just a dream?” He unconsciously said out loud, still in the stupor of sleep inertia from having been woken up so suddenly.

Lysia shook her head silently with a blank stare.

The concoction of raw fear and sheer naughtiness of the situation paralyzed him. He had been captured, and was now at the mercy of Lysia.

Nonetheless, the decision was made for Albus again. His body might have been frozen up in fear, but he could not suppress the growing bulge in his pants. This did not go unnoticed by Lysia, as she shifted one of her legs inwards toward the crotch, nudging the hardness with her knee. Albus nearly let out a moan, never having been touched in such a way. This only encouraged her though, as she then kept up an unhurried yet steady pace of grazing his erect cock back and forth with only terse movements of her leg, shifting it around under the clothing. But in the meanwhile that he was fighting tooth and nail to keep quiet at any cost, Lysia never broke eye contact with him – wanting to savour every little twitch or movement that her **** was causing.

This was hardly anything for her though, as she quickly became bored and moved on to something else. Using his chest for support, she roughly pushed herself off of him to shift into a lower position on his body. Her legs situated themselves right on the inside between Albus’ – not right up against the crotch but a few inches away from it in a kneeling position. At the same time her hands slid down his body, and the new missionary-like-position looked like she were about to give him a blowjob; she aligned herself so that her head was just about parallel with his abdomen. This wasn’t what she had planned however, as she slowly lifted his shirt up with her hands, revealing his naked stomach. And as if she were treating Albus like a baby, she brought her lips down just a few centimeters away from his navel and simply blew on it. Automatically, the ab muscles clenched down with all their might, as if that tiny breeze of air might have caused some sort of harm. Albus’ breath caught in his throat, as he gasped inwardly out of pure reaction.

This was all she did, yet Albus was in a different world. Even though it tickled just a little bit, having air blown onto his stomach made him feel so **** and defenseless – this effect was exacerbated by the huge adrenaline rush he was experiencing. That was only the first breath! Lysia moved her head a bit to get a good look at Albus’ face – he couldn’t even keep his eyes open. His head was pushing backwards into the ground, the neck muscles straining into the earth, as though this would be enough to escape.