Yesss.

“Yes,” she whispered.

The wolf stepped away suddenly, leaving Cerina helpless and **** for more. But before she could think or move, the balls rose upward and the shaft flexed.

She flinched, gasping as ropes of thick, cream-like liquid splattered onto her and into her mouth. She choked as the sticky substance wetted her immodest garments and oozed across her skin. Her initial reaction was revulsion—her hands instinctively trying to wipe it away—but the slick texture seemed endless, coating her fingers and refusing to come off her skin.

Her breathing slowed as the sensation registered differently than she expected. Warmth spread from her torso to her arms and legs, as the wolf’s cream soaked through the thin skin-tight garments. Despite herself, Cerina paused. The liquid wasn’t unpleasant. It clung like a soothing balm, strangely comforting. Her disgust wavered as she ran a hand along her cheek, feeling the smoothness beneath the slimy coating.

A small part of her screamed that she should find water, scrub herself clean, but her fingers lingered. It felt… nice. Almost too nice. She swallowed hard, accepting that which had squirted into her mouth. It calmed every fiber of her body.

She eagerly swept her fingers over her body, first to scoop up more cream and suck it from her fingers. Then, realizing she liked its feel on her skin better, began to massage it into every crevice and patch of still exposed skin. She moaned as her body greedily absorbed it, flooding her not just with warmth, but with heat. As she rubbed herself, her skin burned blissfully.

Soon exhausted, she lay back on the forest floor. But not a moment later, she screamed. The fire in her chest felt like it wanted to explode, to fly outwards in fury. It pushed against her chest from the inside. It squeezed her belly, hardened her arms and legs beneath the garments, and tightened her ass. A final cry escaped her lips as the pressure in her chess expanded, producing two perfect spheres that barely even bounced when she clutched them desperately with her hands.

She gasped as her rounded breasts radiated with the pleasure of her touch.