“Who in the world…?” she wondered aloud. “Yes. xxx As usual with these cases Claire had trouble convincing her that she had even been a werewolf, though at Claire’s prompting she was able to recount the deep bite she had received from a “large wild animal” a year and a half prior. Do it again.”
“What?” Gruthsorik asked, puzzled by the request. They moaned together as the orgasm built up inside her and released. “No! Typical shape-shifting gene behavior. “No! “I generally avoid direct pressure there since a lot of women can’t tolerate it being touched most of the time. The tentacle was stronger than her vomit reflex. “Yes, of course it was, but… it’s the first time I’ve felt guilty about it.”
Continued in Chapter 16: Finale
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