Planning a wedding can be a challenge when the groom's side is a Werewolf Pack and several consider this a “mixed marriage” since they know big girl Bree is 100% human. Her curvy and kinky sister has been burning through the Pack in her BDSM search for the perfect set of unbreakable sex boy toys, which gives Bree a certain reputation as well. She'll soon learn exactly what a “Challenge” means when dealing with a Pack of prejudiced werewolves. (An adults ...
Planning a wedding can be a challenge when the groom's side is a Werewolf Pack and several consider this a “mixed marriage” since they know big girl Bree is 100% human. Her curvy and kinky sister has been burning through the Pack in her BDSM search for the perfect set of unbreakable sex boy toys, which gives Bree a certain reputation as well. She'll soon learn exactly what a “Challenge” means when dealing with a Pack of prejudiced werewolves. (An adults only story featuring explicit supernatural oral and vaginal sex, a sassy and bold BBW domme, several humiliated werewolves, and a wedding if the Pack can survive the bride and her sister.)
“I need some change,” I told Mikah in a matter of fact tone. I walked over to him and started digging around in his pants pocket. I started grabbing at his cock and he got a surprised look on his face. To my satisfaction, his eye color began changing to the molten gold that signaled his arousal as much as what was responding to the pressure of my fingers. I gripped him more tightly and moved my hand into a better position. He started making a few breathy noises.
“Oh, Mikah,” I laughed, “I think I've found a roll of silver dollars. Have you been back to the casino? Who carries around a roll of silver dollars, unless he's a player?” I leaned up and kissed his neck, never letting go of him. Such a damn fine handle on a man. I didn't say another word but used that fun handle to pull him in the direction of my back porch. I had the hot tub ready and waiting.
One of the problems of being around a supernatural being who had a sense of smell several times better than a human like me was a necessary trial and error approach to sexy fragrances. He had admitted the pot of gardenias he had given to me had been a mistake, since they were so overpowering they had kept distracting him. A few minutes before I knew he'd be over I had spritzed a mixture of patchouli, sandalwood and lavender he had given me around the tub. “It's an old family recipe,” he said. I could only smell the faint scent of the chemical disinfectant that kept algae and other organics from staking out my hot tub as their personal petri dish. But he assured me he was very aware of the odd little bottle's contents, and the combination was a turn on. Whatever works. Maybe I should look into creating a line of Shapeshifter products. He had casually mentioned there were several members of the Supernatural community who had noses as good or even better than a werewolf.
When we got to the hot tub I efficiently peeled off his clothing while he smiled and his cock remained at attention status. I did my normal “tah-dah” spin, shedding my own outfit in the process. I thought of the old TV series starring Lynda Carter as Wonder Woman when I spun like this. I might not turn into Wonder Woman, but I know I'd have more sex in 30 minutes than she ever did in the whole series “Oh, Bree,” he muttered in a husky voice.
I am a Native American. I am also a Storyteller. Some stories are best told during the day. Some stories are best told during the night.
I tell many different types of Stories. One of the favorite characters for many Native American Storytellers is Coyote. Coyote stories are also the ones most often censored by non-Natives.Did you know, for example, where I'm from it is said Coyote had two penises?
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