She's looking for your missing junk

"Uh, where is what?" You ask hesitantly. You're beginning to regret not just running for it, but you're well past that point now.

In a move you could only describe as a pounce, she knocks you onto your back and starts fiddling around between your legs. You hear groaning and mewling that He translates as something along the lines of "Where is it? It was here not too long ago."

It seems that she was in a panic about something to do with your crotch, and you can only assume that something must have happened last night between her and Him. You try to come up with some answer for her, as her strong arms wander around places you'd rather not be investigated by a stranger.

"Um, I'm sorry, but if it's, uh, something to do with the, uh, " You grab her hand as she starts poking a little too close to your butthole, "the wolf thing last night, he's not coming back until the sun sets." She looks up at you with a look of sheer desperation, and you see tears forming at the edge of her eyes.

"Please," She begs, "Please bring it back," the tears start falling at this point, and you have no idea what to say to this encounter that is strange even in your sea of strange mornings.

"I know!" she states, brightening instantly, "I'll make you happy. I'll make you so happy you'll have to bring it back!" She then lifts spreads your legs with a strength too much for you to resist, and plants her face straight into your cunt.

With no regard for anything you have to say, she immediately begins to lick you with a sandpaper tongue. It hurt more that you could possibly have imagined, as if she was trying to rub your entire cunt off in one lick. On her second lick, you aren't sure if she drew blood, or if some sick masochistic part of you actually enjoys her texture. By the ten second mark, you knew that whatever it was that her tongue was doing, you desperately wanted more of it.

Uncertain if her technique was actually way better than you were anticipating, or if it was simply because you hadn’t gotten laid since before you you got bit, regardless, your climax was approaching at maximum velocity. Before you could warn the nut between your legs, you found yourself pulling her head further into you, and practically howling through your climax.

At the very peak, you feel something tugging at your instincts. He was offering a deal. If you were to let go a bit, to let him gain a bit of control, you could have this pleasure and so much more. And before you could even register what was going on, you came crashing back down from one of the strongest orgasms you had ever had. Panting hard, you let go of the girl's hair, and felt her start to climb up your body, keeping as much skin contact as she could.

Despite how hot you felt after that climax, her body felt ten times hotter. Her face nuzzled into your boobs, and under your chin, and you could tell she was waiting on you to give her what she needed. "Please. This heat is unbearable," She begged once more.