with my will.
I would normally say Custodi Libidinis about now to cast Preserve the Lust, but I don’t. Not this time. I imagine the effect instead.
The reservoir lashes out with a tendril and attaches itself to my body.
She’s right. I can do this. I can cast spells silently.
Mason reaches for my shirt, having no patience for buttons, and tears the garment off my body. That’s another piece of clothing he owes me. My breasts are exposed in an explosion of flesh.
He pauses at the pendant, sniffs the silver resting between my bosoms, but only for a moment. Mason drags his still-human fingers across my belly. I can feel them growing into claws as he does. They migrate to my waistline, grip the material, and tighten into fists.
Mason rips through the fabric to get at me, and finds me waiting for him. The only part of me that matters to his animalistic mind right now. The welcoming moisture that he can already smell. Zipper be damned.
I run my hands through the hair on his back. It’s already growing coarser, more fur than hair at this point. Mason looks up at me with his brown eyes. They haven’t changed yet, even though the rest of his body is transforming.
He bares his teeth as he snarls. Not ferocious behavior, but possessive. Somewhere in there, I can only hope Mason is holding on to his humanity.
He keeps his head between my legs as the rest of his body transforms. I watch as his shirt pulls taut, tears along the seams, and splits open. Mason is shifting into his hybrid form. One-half man, one-half wolf. I gasp at the supernatural power of it all.
I want this, asked for it. There will come a point when I have to protect myself. When the gentleness will completely disappear from his eyes. When the Mason I know recedes into his bestial aspect, along with any clear memories of this time. It’ll happen fast and I will have to cast quickly.
At least, that’s what I thought would happen. Instead, Mason unclenches his jaw and relaxes his mouth. I’m waiting for him to pant like a dog. Instead, his canine tongue lashes out and slathers my nethers.
My mind goes blank. Really not what I was expecting. His wolf tongue is long and surprisingly soft, but that’s not all. It’s covered in tiny little protrusions that stimulate every part of me at once. I can’t think straight. Mason is actually lapping at me, drinking my ample juices. I don’t want him to stop. Ever.
Having his tongue on me is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. I can’t shut my eyes. The sensation is too overpowering for that. I’ve had some talented guys go down on me, including Mason in his purely human form, but none of those experiences can compare to this one. It’s almost too much of a good thing. Almost.
I’m not sure how much of this gratification my brain can handle, but Mason isn’t giving me a choice. Holding me down with his mammoth strength. He might not look like it, but Mason the man is still with me. His licking is too deliberate, too measured to be an animal. That is, until he stops licking and plunges his tongue between my lips.
Gods be good, it’s like having a regular-sized man inside me, but constantly moist and covered in tiny little feelers. His tongue fills every part of me, leaving no part untouched.
If there was a chance to catch my breath, it’s gone now. My orgasm falls on me without warning. No build. No gathering storm. It’s just there, washing over my body like a tidal wave. My eyes are wide open, but I’m not really seeing anything. The world has been blotted out.
That’s when I realize that I’m having another vision. The loft is gone and I’m floating in space, disconnected from my own body, but still tethered to it somehow. The tether is Mason’s tongue between my legs. You can’t experience this kind of sensory overload and go back to mortal men. I’m spoiled now. Yet that’s not even the most surprising revelation.
Still, as visions go, this one is relatively straightforward. No images, no
I would normally say Custodi Libidinis about now to cast Preserve the Lust, but I don’t. Not this time. I imagine the effect instead.
The reservoir lashes out with a tendril and attaches itself to my body.
She’s right. I can do this. I can cast spells silently.
Mason reaches for my shirt, having no patience for buttons, and tears the garment off my body. That’s another piece of clothing he owes me. My breasts are exposed in an explosion of flesh.
He pauses at the pendant, sniffs the silver resting between my bosoms, but only for a moment. Mason drags his still-human fingers across my belly. I can feel them growing into claws as he does. They migrate to my waistline, grip the material, and tighten into fists.
Mason rips through the fabric to get at me, and finds me waiting for him. The only part of me that matters to his animalistic mind right now. The welcoming moisture that he can already smell. Zipper be damned.
I run my hands through the hair on his back. It’s already growing coarser, more fur than hair at this point. Mason looks up at me with his brown eyes. They haven’t changed yet, even though the rest of his body is transforming.
He bares his teeth as he snarls. Not ferocious behavior, but possessive. Somewhere in there, I can only hope Mason is holding on to his humanity.
He keeps his head between my legs as the rest of his body transforms. I watch as his shirt pulls taut, tears along the seams, and splits open. Mason is shifting into his hybrid form. One-half man, one-half wolf. I gasp at the supernatural power of it all.
I want this, asked for it. There will come a point when I have to protect myself. When the gentleness will completely disappear from his eyes. When the Mason I know recedes into his bestial aspect, along with any clear memories of this time. It’ll happen fast and I will have to cast quickly.
At least, that’s what I thought would happen. Instead, Mason unclenches his jaw and relaxes his mouth. I’m waiting for him to pant like a dog. Instead, his canine tongue lashes out and slathers my nethers.
My mind goes blank. Really not what I was expecting. His wolf tongue is long and surprisingly soft, but that’s not all. It’s covered in tiny little protrusions that stimulate every part of me at once. I can’t think straight. Mason is actually lapping at me, drinking my ample juices. I don’t want him to stop. Ever.
Having his tongue on me is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. I can’t shut my eyes. The sensation is too overpowering for that. I’ve had some talented guys go down on me, including Mason in his purely human form, but none of those experiences can compare to this one. It’s almost too much of a good thing. Almost.
I’m not sure how much of this gratification my brain can handle, but Mason isn’t giving me a choice. Holding me down with his mammoth strength. He might not look like it, but Mason the man is still with me. His licking is too deliberate, too measured to be an animal. That is, until he stops licking and plunges his tongue between my lips.
Gods be good, it’s like having a regular-sized man inside me, but constantly moist and covered in tiny little feelers. His tongue fills every part of me, leaving no part untouched.
If there was a chance to catch my breath, it’s gone now. My orgasm falls on me without warning. No build. No gathering storm. It’s just there, washing over my body like a tidal wave. My eyes are wide open, but I’m not really seeing anything. The world has been blotted out.
That’s when I realize that I’m having another vision. The loft is gone and I’m floating in space, disconnected from my own body, but still tethered to it somehow. The tether is Mason’s tongue between my legs. You can’t experience this kind of sensory overload and go back to mortal men. I’m spoiled now. Yet that’s not even the most surprising revelation.
Still, as visions go, this one is relatively straightforward. No images, no
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