Page 102 of How to Seduce a Slender

Hello, preoccupation of the mind.

Smith hungrily brushed his hands up her arms and down her back. Melody burrowed her fingers into his back as she arched into him. He could feel the pebbling of her nipples against his body. Her toes curled against the floor. His mouth ached as he resisted sinking his teeth into her throat. Not until she was his putty to have. She burrowed her face in the crook of his neck, sighing dreamily.

“Does it feel good, sweet girl?” he purred.

“Not spiky anymore,” she murmured, rutting her hips against his.

“Does your needy pussy need something?” He brushed the hair away from the nape of her neck before planting his palm firmly against her flesh. A whine, low and stretched out, fell off her lips. “Mmm, I’m not sure I caught that. What does my sweet girl need?”

“Touch me,” she whined louder, pressing her cheek against his flesh hard.

“I am.”

She snickered, nuzzling her nose into his throat. “I want your hand between my thighs. I need your fingers buried deep in me. I need you, Smith.”

“That’s my girl,” he hummed, scraping up her nightgown with his other hand. Smith hardly got his palm pressed against her panties and they were already gone. He felt her stomp out of them and needily walk him away from the bed. His back hit the wall, eliciting a grunt from him.

“Now, Smith, touch me now,” she growled hungrily. He didn’t need any other encouragement. Cupping her cunt, he found her need already collecting among her curls. Sliding a long finger through her slick slit, he caught her clit with the tip of his finger. Her hips jerked into him.

“More,” she begged, panting for air. He repeated the motion, sliding his finger further and further till he had two long digits buried in her warm cavern and his thumb pressed firmly against her clit. Melody did the rest, rocking him into her. Her needy whine filled his ears. It echoed off the walls of his newly emptied mind. Bouncing harder and harder till she was viciously growling. Melody’s fangs flashed for him, and her claws ripped down his back. Smith shivered at the fresh sting. Head tossed back in glorious pleasure; he drowned in the feel of her against him.

He couldn’t resist it anymore. Smith needed her. Needed to send her into the endless woods to see her naked body running from him. To feel her flesh against his in the bed while he fucked her in both realms. Madness surged through him as his head snapped down. His teeth sunk into her soft flesh like a hot knife into butter. Melody mewled delightfully, her walls clamping down onto his fingers. As her cum dribbled down his fingers, he sank them both into the Endless Woods.

In the manor, his body acted of its own accord. Ripping fabric from her limp body, cupping her to his. He exploded out of his own restraints. He had enough sensibility to lay her body against the floor sweetly.

But in the Woods, he was less than gentle.Melody, bare and glowing as the only color in a world of endless fog, raced from him. Her lips were curled to her ears as she flew over logs and through the trees. Smith didn’t give her a head start, he didn’t even give her a lax speed, Smith didn’t give her anything. It was out of pure power she sped out of his reach at first. His limbs sang with delight as he trampled through the woods. Other creatures whizzed in and out of view as they zipped through the trees. His Melody transformed. No longer the supple beauty with a wild mane of hair whipping behind her, she was a werewolf. Nearly as tall as a building, her legs stretched out before her. They bent and bowed but never slowed her down as she wolfed out.

A massive tail blew out of her spine and fluffed out. Her chestnut hair was now over every inch of her body, glorious and glistening with red highlights. Mushrooms and vines made of thorns wrapped around her body like they were woven into her fur. As she bound through the air again, a cloud of moths exploded in his face. Smith had to beat them off him with rapid swings of his arms. That’s when he came to a skidding halt. Face to face with a massive, three-eyed beast. Ruby eyes stared him down, fangs bared, and an army of little eldritch wolves at her heels. They snapped their jaws and yapped at him, but Melody stared him down.

She was challenging him. Paws digging into the earth, muzzle with dripping wet nose, those glowing eyes, she was sizing upherprey. When had the tables turned on him?

And gods, why did it excite him more?

In the manor, he pressed his top cock against her clit, the other sliding in and out of her with abandon. Her legs wrapped around him and tugged him close. His teeth sank deeper into her throat as she whimpered with delight. Then Melody flipped him, pinning him to the floor and riding him for all she was worth.

In the woods, he was fist to fist in a fight with Melody. She swung and clocked him in the face. Smith rolled with it, tossing her away from him. Before she could collect herself, he pounced on her. Her wolf howled, her tongue sticking out the side of her mouth as he took her there, tangled in the trees. Like a sketchy television screen, they both ripped back and forth from the real world and the dream.Scraaatch.The screen blurred. One moment, he’d flipped her back onto the floor, fucking her to the point her hands slapped on the floors in delight.Scraaatch.Their vision filled with static. The next second he had her by the scruff of her wolf, taking her hard into the moss. Mushrooms tickled between his fingers. Her tail whipped back and forth with delight.Scraaatch.He was back on the floor with her, fangs ripped from her throat as she mounted him again, burying him inside her. Both her palms against his chest, blood dribbling down her chest from the bite wounds. The room echoed with their cries of delight. Smith grabbed her face, smashing their lips together. A nasty kiss with his teeth scraping her lips. Only he flipped her back into the floor and sank his teeth into the other side of her neck.

Scraaaaatch.

In the woods, Smith pinned her wolfy arms to the ground, panting over top of her. Melody’s goofy grin warmed his chest. She let out another howl before tossing him off her and onto the moss behind him. An army of eldritch beasts swarmed him but did nothing as she mounted him and sank onto him. Smith let her, holding her by her broad, furry hips as she took over.

Melody rode him till her warm insides squeezed him and they were ripped from the woods once more.Scraaaatch.Smith happily lay flat against the ground, holding his sweet girl by her soft, fleshy sides as she rode out her orgasm. Smith waited a few moments, letting her linger in her delight as long as possible, before pulling from her and spreading his cum across her belly. It trickled down her skin as they both sat there, panting.

“I feel better now,” she chuckled, “You?”

“Very much,” He exhaled heavily, squeezing her sides. His stomach growled loudly and they both collapsed against each other. “While my cocks are satiated, my hunger is not. I wasn’t fully feeding while I was filling you.”

“Let’s fix that, shall we? Can’t let the birthday boy go hungry.” She climbed off him, sticky and glowing in the cheeks. Smith took her hand and followed her into the bed. This time, as he sank into the mattress, his mind was blank, his teeth sank into her flesh, and they both descended into the endless woods together, hand in hand.

Smithwokeuptoa concussive boom and nearly exploded out of bed. The door to his room burst open and he barely had the sense to tug the blankets tight around him and Melody as Austin, Havershum, Kevin, Agatha, and Greggory burst into the room. All armed with horns and confetti, they filled the air with rose scented paper. “Happy Birthday!”

Smith fought the urge to toss them out the door as Austin led the conga line to the bed. Clapping and singing, the group serenaded him and the cackling werewolf with an off-key version of the birthday song. With added emphasis ‘Birth’…for some reason. Austin yodeled while Havershum clacked his bones to a different beat. Greggory bounced off the ground with every word he sang in order to be heard. Smith watched, hands twitching to keep from wrapping them around his throat, as Kevin clutched a rose to his chest and belted out a long finale.

Then Agatha dropped two large garment bags on the bed and winked at Smith.

“I’ll be back to do Ms. Melody’s hair, so don’t you go ruining it anymore than you did last night.”

“Agatha!” Smith barked.

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