Chapter 35 How Wolf Fucks (18+)

**Valerie**
The next morning I woke up, it was nearly at noon. I was wrapped up in a soft dry blanket, bathing the warm sunshine.
My mind stayed blank for a few seconds, being baffled by the decoration in this room before I recall the memory of last night. The horny scenes made me flushed instantly.
I couldn’t remember how many times we did, how many times I came and how I fainted out before the long-lasting sex finally finished.
That was CRAZY.
But I did remember when he carried me out of that room, reminding me of the ‘puddles’ I made on his bed. At that moment, I really wished I could bury my head in the sand like an ostrich.
Then he held me in his arms and brought me here. It was one of his studies, decorated with a minimalism style. A large wooden desk was placed across the door, near which a cozy two-seat sofa stood in pair of a same-colored coffee table.
But the small bathroom affiliated to the study, though not being exactly luxurious, was exquisite. The floor was covered by square tiles, made in darken green with intricate patterns.
A large white freestanding bathtub was at the end, standing beside the wall. The swan-like tap and handles were made of brass, being reserved perfectly with frequent polishing treatment, glinting beautifully under the lights.
The oval mirror was hung over the wall on right side, above the walnut cabinet. Both doors of the cabinet were carved into fine hollowed patterns, giving them a retro style.
Two crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting shafts on the tiles which were gleaming back in different colors. It was more like a dance hall than a bathroom.
The reason why I recalled its decoration so clearly was because we had stayed there too long last night, I meant, for the second round of our sex.
I wasn’t intended to do actually. My pussy was sore after the intensive sex, and so did my waist. All I had wanted was a hot bath and long good sleep, then I could be able to pluck up the courage and have a serious talk with Xavier.
But it would be shameless if I tried to deny that I wasn’t seduced by my fascination about his nakedness
It all began weirdly. When Xavier led me to the bathroom, placed me on the floor and turned on the hot water faucet, I thought he was just going to show me how to use the intricate equipment. When he started to take off the clothes, I hastily turned around, jerking my head to the other side. I was still shy of looking at his bare body.
But the temptation was too strong. I bet that we all had the same moment that the more you tried not to think about something, the tougher you would feel for keeping the idea out of your mind.
For a lingering moment, I turned my head back to steal a glance at him.
And I was stunned, my feet glued to the floor and my jaw sagging with dismay.
I had always know he was handsome and build-up but I had never expected this.
In the haze of misty vapor, he looked like a god, walking down from the heaven. He had just finished an intensive sex a while ago, but his face was pure from anything fishy or lewd.
I was completely dumbfounded as when he strolled to me, calmly and slovenly. His finger brushed over my cheek with a gentle kiss on my forehand. His eyes filled up with love and kindness, blessing me with divinity.
The moisture air made our breaths damp and the oxygen seemed to grow thinner. My gasps turned into violent panting, as my legs went wake again. My heart melted, gushing through my pussy. I had to wrap my arms around his neck for the balance, my trembling lips pressing against his, craving for some sweetness from the heaven.
I was hugging my god, I thought.
It was until our chaste kiss grew into a lascivious wet one that I realized what I had just done. The illusion had blinded me, deluded me to forget that the man pressing me against the wall now, my savior and my god, was a real beast.
But it was too late. I had begged him to fuck me, blessing me with his semen like a whore, crying for getting harder strokes.
When I finally retrieved a bit of my sanity, I was clinging over the sink, my fingers curling around the cold basin for support and my back was pressed against his hot chest..
His huge cock thrust deeply inside my body from the back, dense kisses being placed on my neck and back like heavy rains. Electricity washed over my body again and again, pushing me hard to the sea of ecstasy.
Damp liquid dripped down to the floor through my inner thigh, cooled by the air. Clenching my legs together, I was afraid of acknowledging how lascivious the scene might look.
Sensing my change, Xavier nipped at my earlobe, palms squeezing my breasts to arouse me more.
“Do you know how a wolf fucks?” He husked with a chuckle.
I lowered my eyes, shaking my head dumbly and quietly. Moans escaping from my shutting mouth as his stroke became slower but harder.
He gripped my jaw, forcing me to look at our reflection in the mirror.
“I’ll show you, Valerie.” His rasped, voice drenching with lusts.
I could feel his huge manhood buried inside my pussy bulged into an even larger size, stretching the wall tight and burning the entrance. Furs grew on his neck and forearms, a pair of wolf ear presenting on his head.
He hadn’t completely shift into a wolf but that gave me a strong enough sense of being fucked by a real beast.
Honestly, I wasn’t afraid of his wolf form, but that felt utterly different when it came to sex.
It’s wild, raw and hell exhilarating
Euphoria engulfed her sharply after a deep thrust. The flashing light hit my brain and my mind was lost in short tense spasms.
After that, I was oblivious. Pleasure filed up in my chest over and over again, only leaving me cry, scream and beg in repeated climaxes.
It would make me wet even to think about the picture of last night.

A gentle knock alerted me to the door, forcing me back into reality
“C…come in,” I called out, faking the composure in my voice, quickly getting out of the blanket and covering it over my naked body.

“Morning,” Xavier appeared the doorway, a warm smile lingering around his lips.
He looked nice in a white shirt with no tie, top buttons being loosened casually revealing a trace of bulky muscles hidden under the clothing.
I flushed, flickering my gaze away, “Morning.”
“You must be famished.” He said in a delighted tone, stalking to me before holding my waist and pressing a kiss on my cheek.
“Bring them in.” He turned to the door and commended.
Two female servants walked inside with their head bowing done respectably.
Both of them held a square tray in their hands, one with a plate of roasted meats, cram scrambled eggs and bolted beans, and two cup of coffee, the other with a new light-colored dress in floral patterns.
The servants placed them on the desk before retreating back out the door.
“Would you like to have a breakfast with me, Valerie?” He invited me softly like a gentleman, “I guess you don’t want to join the rude people downstairs. So we can have it here.”
It was very considerate of him for being sensitive of my awkwardness.
“Thank you, Mr. Murphy.”
“Call me Xavier, Valerie,” he grinned, eyes filling up with fondness.
I swallowed the lump in my throat, moistening my lips.
He took my silence for a worry. As he tightened the strength on my waist and lowered his head down my neck, he breathed a whisper against my ear, “I don’t think it’s proper for you to call me mister anymore, Valerie, for the previous *intimacy* between us.”