Hi it's me again 😁
This is my first nonhuman short story🤭So its...
Pakapin Sulat 😅
Beware of mad werewolf 🤦🏻‍♀️
*Strong Mature Content*
enjoy reading everyone
have a nice weekend 😘

And the story goes like this👻

Deep in the Cordillera mountain range, on one cold spring morning, everything was at peace. Birds were chirping, the breeze was gently grazing the infinite pine needles of the forest, and the sky was a euphoric blue.

When suddenly Maxine got out of her car and closed the door in annoyance. How very cool and standoffish men could be. No wonder she needed some time off. She turned to look at the cabin, and the broad back of the treed mountains.

Yes. Some time alone with no boarish males, thank you very much.

As Maxine turned to lug her suitcases into the cabin, she caught sight of a red brown wolf standing on a far off crag, nose lifted in her direction. It looked strange. Somewhat affectionate, somehow. Shrugging, she turned to enter the cabin.

Days had passed. Maxine was settling down nicely, enjoying her two week holiday from males. Solitude was nice in this lovely forest. The only thing was that wolf – it appeared again several times, and each time it had gotten nearer. Now, as she sat on the step and laced up her hiking boots, she wondered where it was. It had been a few days since she'd last seen it.

A rustling in the bushes startled her, and Maxine looked to see a familiar snout poking out of the greenery. It surveyed her with cool brown eyes. Maxine bit her lip. Instinct told her to go back into safety, but she did not feel afraid at all.

The wolf strode carefully out of the bushes, as if not to frighten her, and gently walked nearer. Maxine's breath hitched in her throat as it came nearer. It was a very handsome wolf, if anything, sturdy and leanly muscled. Almost save.

Maxine caught her breath as the wolf slowly, carefully pushed its head up and under her hand, allowing her to stroke it. She trembled as she did so, distracted momentarily by the silky feel of its russet fur. Without warning the wolf leaned in and licked up her face. Maxine laughed, and the sound was loud in the silence in the woods. The wolf pulled back and seemed to study her curiously, as if trying to figure out what kind of a strange creature she was. Then slowly, it leaned in again and licked her, but down her jaw this time, its tongue disappearing down her neck and into the top of her collar.

Maxine flushed as she felt a familiar heat settle between her legs. This was awfully weird. Getting turned on by a wolf. She leaned back, blushing, and the wolf must have sensed something was off, for it turned tail and disappeared into the foliage.

Maxine stared after it for a time.

More days passed and Maxine put that incident out of her head, and since the wolf did not return for days...