You looked amazing, the moonlight shining off your soft mane, your tits bouncing, your body fur tousled and wanton. He began to breathe faster and faster, and your face contorted, getting louder and louder, almost like asserting your dominance over him.

"You fucking slut." you said. you repeated it. "You little fucking slut. No woman deserves that title. Only you." your breath grew ragged, your moans incoherent. You lost control as you came, eyes rolling back in ecstasy, screaming your anger.

His dick inside you felt amazing but then you slowed down, and he thought you might stop and leave him unsatisfied. But then when you regained some control, you smiled and gave him what he liked, leaning down again over him riding him faster and faster. You kissed his neck, gave a playful bite to his chin. your bouncing up and down on him without restraint, wiggling side to side a bit so he could feel your pussy envelop him. This is what he'd wanted. He was so close. He gave out a growl -- their eyes locked as he came gasping inside of your -- waves of pleasure overtaking him as his eyes closed and his whole awareness condensed and exploded into climax.

You lay there for a moment, breathing hard. You pulled yourself off of him as you rolled over onto your side. Your head lay on his chest for some moments, hand stroking his shoulder thoughtfully, his caressing your hair. You turned your head and your eyes met, you spoke, but he couldn't hear you.

And then suddenly he was awake, alone and in a similar predicament to the wolf.

All the while, your reality was certainly mirroring those boys' dreams. The previous night, leading into morning, was one you would never forget; Melon's hands grabbing your throat, pinning you against the couch, his cock fucking both your mouth and pussy. It was everything you hoped for and more. you relive the movements in your head as you step into the shower to freshen up, noticing yourself already craving Melon's cock again.

The water poured over you as you wash your long hair, tangled from Melon's continuous grip. The warmth spread through your entire body, rinsing away the smell of sleep. Stepping out, you wrapped yourself in a satin robe Melon had fetched for you and crawled into the neatly made bed, untouched since you had been relocated.

You laid in silence, feeling your breaths move your chest up and down as you remember Melon's firm hands against your body. It was frightening, but enlightening.Freeing, if you were honest. You could do and say anything you wanted with the hybrid. If you wanted to die, he would kill you in an instant. The control you had was intoxicating. As you became warmer at the thought of this, it was at this moment you hear a knock on the door. Immediately you sat up, filled with a flood of excitement and panic. You quickly moved yourself to the door, peering through the small peep-hole, even though you know exactly who it is.