Chapter 450: Daphne
"Elara?"
No response. I look down. She is out cold.
Well, this is awkward.
I shift her higher, with me still inside her, and walk to a nearby tree. I sit down because the fallen tree is... it is in pieces.
I really should not piss her off.
I hold her close. She is breathing quietly against my neck, sliding her drool onto my open wound. It is healing, but if she had bit down any harder, she would have removed the flesh.
Now that I am not paying attention to her, it is awkward. The obvious moaning I am hearing. And this fog—how much longer will it surround us with its bright light? But at least it is providing cover for our naked bodies.
I look forward and see wolves... humping... like in fur, on fours.
Well, I am not one to kink shame.
Is it still bestiality if both are wolves? In wolf form?
I watch for a moment. The male wolf is on top of the female, his hips moving in a steady rhythm. She is whining softly, her tail curled to the side.
I look away.
