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foot of the bed, sensing...
There. A shadowed triangular head with pointed ears and a
long muzzle, rearing just over the foot of my bed. It pulled its
lips back, and long teeth shone. The mattress gave with its
weight as it leaped between my spread legs. And I saw what it
was.
A wolf.
I tried to scream as its furry head lowered toward my belly,
but I couldn't make a sound, couldn't move at all. Breath gusted
against my crotch, a tongue swiping a single sampling lick. As I
watched in helpless panic, the wolf hunkerd down and began to
lick at the silk covering my cunt. Long, slow licks. Something
gleamed at me--ice white wolf eyes watching me watch him,
watching as if he knew my fear ... and enjoyed it.
"Those aren't an animal's eyes." I don't know where the
thought came from, but it was true. There was something almost
human in the expression of the wolf's eyes, something intelligent
and aware; not the flat stare of an animal at all.
Then his outline blurred. At first I thought my fear was
making me see things, but a moment later I realized the wolf's
silhouette really was wavering, beginning to change. Forelegs
turning into long, muscled arms, muzzle shrinki
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