The Wolf Who Stole The Hunter's Wife

hen her leg felt the wolf's hanging organ between its hind legs. Agatha bravely slides her hand through the soft f

e the wolf even more crazed

Ridiculous and somewhat childish. But Listening to the wolf's voice could also mean release. Not only that, but her relations

her. She kn

't deny the disintegrating appeal of her husband. She always had a thing for strong men who liked being in c

ng for the beast. The Huntress climbs from the pile of metals and scraps from the old Castle, and with one last push - Agatha s

chattering and snapping its jaws in exci

ou can!' The wolf snapped.

d at the wolf that's sitting on the root of the tree. It was waiting for her patiently. A

ick brown fur. Agatha could only imagine how it felt against her skin. The

this way. And she never deemed that her body would f

to a tree. He whimpers, sad and low, and Agat

mind and it made Agatha gasp. ''I've w

front of the Huntress. Agatha barely had time to compose herself when the wolf

skin, and she hummed in satisfaction. The brown beast was attempting to lick every inch of her exposed skin. With every lick an

east, and only realized how sick and insane she was acting until she moaned. Agatha was in u

more

I... I'm married and I'm not this kind of woman

gue of the wolf rolled against her mouth, the Huntress unc

nder a spell. A spell that mad

ael did was to stare at her green eyes. "What are y

ted, 'I like your eyes. Your hair and

the parts where her eyes rolled on the back of her head

soft thud. With her legs sprawled and her entrance exposed, the beast's tongue begins to trail up fro

hed in. Agatha clutched at the soft fur at Mael's stomach and lifted her legs. The wolf'

gatha bit her lips, trying to surprise loud moans and whimpers. She doesn't want to be

e's enjoying this when it's a wol

. And somehow, she knew that the wolf named Mael was ready to give the huntress somethin

the idea to be that kin

ngue entered her. It was so thick and long. Was so

atha l

. It's one of the few things that Agatha had always been so curious about. The momen

olf's name in an alluring whisper

that she infuriated the beast. Not knowing that the wolf loved her touch. Th

de. Not expecting to see something so big. A human erection doesn't compare. It made Agatha groan as she imagined being stretche

fied, the beast moved to align his

, too different. Intoxicatingly different. It was different from Tyrone, from the touch of her hu

h the wolf's thrust, gett

screamed. 'Hold stil

tha understands. She holds herself still,

of pain. The organ inside her grew into somethin

sh the creature away, and this time the bubble inside her head exploded. Once the kn

own beast bit her shoulders, its sharp teeth

ess cried out loud, feeling the organ pushing deeper and deep

sting and turning. She felt something swelling again, and then it pierced. Maki

her husband flashed before her eyes, he was

ron

r upon hearing the hunters name, c