The Wolves News: Episode 11, the final in the Wolves saga, is now ready for reading.
'The Wolves' Abstract
This is the saga of some of the first Americans to stand up to a long-fallen corrupt superpower and empirical giant; their own nation of birth, which had soured many generations past and was now on the brink of total collapse -even more so than its dire economic status indicated to its struggling, spiritually crippled people. Episode 2 introduces Jade.
This is the saga of some of the first Americans to stand up to a long-fallen corrupt superpower and empirical giant; their own nation of birth, which had soured many generations past and was now on the brink of total collapse -even more so than its dire economic status indicated to its struggling, spiritually crippled people. Episode 2 introduces Jade.
The Wolves: Episode 2
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Well… Here I am again.
Out cold, lying still and silent on another hospital bed.
Not exactly sure which city I’m in… Don’t really care.
I start to take note of my senses…
as I drift in and out of semi-consciousness…
‘Hm… My eyes hurt…
Too heavy to open…
Bruised… badly…
Heh. I must look like shit…
My neck is stiff, sore…
My chest feels burnt… No; cut up…
Right arm… bruised…
Something on my legs, too… A bandage?...
It’s on each of my shins…
Shit… My left hand is in an ice-pack.
…I’m really fucked up this time.’
I wince, now noticing another cut on my face
– the right cheek. I slip back into unconsciousness…
After an unknown amount of time passes,
I start to wake up again – this time…
noticing the I.V. drip going into my left arm.
Someone enters the room. I try to see who it is but can’t. The lights are still off, and besides that, my eyes still won’t open. This concerns me but instantly my training kicks in. My conscience, replaced long ago with the voices of a dozen drill instructors, shouts in my head. ‘What the fuck, private?! What fucking good is worrying gonna do you?! None!! That’s what!’
I take my own point. My attention goes back to my new visitor… A female? But who? No one knows I’m here…
Well… Here I am again.
Out cold, lying still and silent on another hospital bed.
Not exactly sure which city I’m in… Don’t really care.
I start to take note of my senses…
as I drift in and out of semi-consciousness…
‘Hm… My eyes hurt…
Too heavy to open…
Bruised… badly…
Heh. I must look like shit…
My neck is stiff, sore…
My chest feels burnt… No; cut up…
Right arm… bruised…
Something on my legs, too… A bandage?...
It’s on each of my shins…
Shit… My left hand is in an ice-pack.
…I’m really fucked up this time.’
I wince, now noticing another cut on my face
– the right cheek. I slip back into unconsciousness…
After an unknown amount of time passes,
I start to wake up again – this time…
noticing the I.V. drip going into my left arm.
Someone enters the room. I try to see who it is but can’t. The lights are still off, and besides that, my eyes still won’t open. This concerns me but instantly my training kicks in. My conscience, replaced long ago with the voices of a dozen drill instructors, shouts in my head. ‘What the fuck, private?! What fucking good is worrying gonna do you?! None!! That’s what!’
I take my own point. My attention goes back to my new visitor… A female? But who? No one knows I’m here…
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It takes me a few moments, but then I start to recognize the faint smell of her hair…
I recognize the feel of her presence, her silence in the room…
“…Jade.”
I say her name aloud, though softly, as part of a sigh of relief.
The thought of her alone calms me down so easily, let alone knowing she’s near me.
“Jade.”
I feel her hand slip under mine, so carefully, so kindly. Her skin is warm and smooth.
I can sense her affection, her concern in her gentle touch.
She’s always so out of character around me. I smirk in my mind, my face staying still.
She’s always so tough, so cold; a true soldier… except with me. …Why?
But I know the answer. Her other hand rests down on mine, like a settling feather.
I hear one of her thoughts: ‘I hope this doesn’t hurt you, baby.’
She sits beside me in the dark, cool hospital room for hours – just holding my hand,
watching over me like I did for her once, only a few days after we first met.
The hours lead into early morning, but she doesn’t leave my side.
I continue to drift in and out.
I notice my heart beating a little faster than before, though I remain at peace,
enjoying the rare feeling of being totally safe with her.
I sense her standing up. The room seems barely brighter. A window to my left? Is it morning? I feel her soft lips press gently against my forehead. She kisses me twice, then whispers “I’m gonna bring some breakfast back, John. Won’t be long.” And she leaves.
It takes me a few moments, but then I start to recognize the faint smell of her hair…
I recognize the feel of her presence, her silence in the room…
“…Jade.”
I say her name aloud, though softly, as part of a sigh of relief.
The thought of her alone calms me down so easily, let alone knowing she’s near me.
“Jade.”
I feel her hand slip under mine, so carefully, so kindly. Her skin is warm and smooth.
I can sense her affection, her concern in her gentle touch.
She’s always so out of character around me. I smirk in my mind, my face staying still.
She’s always so tough, so cold; a true soldier… except with me. …Why?
But I know the answer. Her other hand rests down on mine, like a settling feather.
I hear one of her thoughts: ‘I hope this doesn’t hurt you, baby.’
She sits beside me in the dark, cool hospital room for hours – just holding my hand,
watching over me like I did for her once, only a few days after we first met.
The hours lead into early morning, but she doesn’t leave my side.
I continue to drift in and out.
I notice my heart beating a little faster than before, though I remain at peace,
enjoying the rare feeling of being totally safe with her.
I sense her standing up. The room seems barely brighter. A window to my left? Is it morning? I feel her soft lips press gently against my forehead. She kisses me twice, then whispers “I’m gonna bring some breakfast back, John. Won’t be long.” And she leaves.
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As she walks to the door, I force my eyelids to part. With stinging pain, I open my eyes just in time to catch her image, blurry and bright in the sunlight passing through the window shades.
The ghost of a smile passes across my face, my toes and fingers awaken with a split-second rush of adrenalin.
I blink to refocus, and recognize her just as she exits. Her clothes, her skin, her form, her hair, her soldiery walk – very stern… deadly. Her beauty brings a sigh out of me.
Her glasses… an exact match to what she’d worn before.
‘It really is her,’ I think. ‘It really is.’
She soon returns with some fast food. I manage to speak this time as she opens up the brown paper bag. “…Jade.”
I sense her look up at me from her small meal.
“I’m right here, John.” I can hear love in her voice, sadness in her eyes.
I force my eyes open again with a wince.
“Who. Slow down, soldier,” she jokes, noticing my pain.
“…Yes, sir,” I reply, returning to my usual, smartass self. I look over at her without really turning my head. I feel her hands rest around my right hand again. Her glasses are still on; black wrap-arounds.
“Watch out, now,” she replied, wanting to punch me in fun. “You call me ‘sir’ one more time and I’ll leave your ass right here.” She hides a smile.
My face and eyes brighten up as I smile, almost laughing. “No you won’t, Navy.”
She blushes and cracks a smile.
As she walks to the door, I force my eyelids to part. With stinging pain, I open my eyes just in time to catch her image, blurry and bright in the sunlight passing through the window shades.
The ghost of a smile passes across my face, my toes and fingers awaken with a split-second rush of adrenalin.
I blink to refocus, and recognize her just as she exits. Her clothes, her skin, her form, her hair, her soldiery walk – very stern… deadly. Her beauty brings a sigh out of me.
Her glasses… an exact match to what she’d worn before.
‘It really is her,’ I think. ‘It really is.’
She soon returns with some fast food. I manage to speak this time as she opens up the brown paper bag. “…Jade.”
I sense her look up at me from her small meal.
“I’m right here, John.” I can hear love in her voice, sadness in her eyes.
I force my eyes open again with a wince.
“Who. Slow down, soldier,” she jokes, noticing my pain.
“…Yes, sir,” I reply, returning to my usual, smartass self. I look over at her without really turning my head. I feel her hands rest around my right hand again. Her glasses are still on; black wrap-arounds.
“Watch out, now,” she replied, wanting to punch me in fun. “You call me ‘sir’ one more time and I’ll leave your ass right here.” She hides a smile.
My face and eyes brighten up as I smile, almost laughing. “No you won’t, Navy.”
She blushes and cracks a smile.
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She sighs and says “Okay. Maybe I won’t,” both of us knowing she never would leave me; part of our mutual code.
I raise my arm up with some effort, now blocking out the scattered pains, and slide off her glasses.
Her face shows trace signs of worry and uneasiness as the glasses come off and her beautiful brown eyes are
exposed; she hates for anyone to see her eyes. But she doesn’t resist.
Looking right into them as I always do, both of us revealing and saying so much that way, I say to her “I missed you.”
A second passes and then her eyes change, sadness and memories of heartache filling them. It only makes her even
more beautiful to me, though.
She leans in closer to hug me, burying her face between my neck and shoulder. I sense her crying silently,
her mouth open, her shaky, faint breaths on my skin. I feel several tears stream down her cheeks and connect
with my neck. Using my right arm, I hold her close to me as my own tears start to build up,
both of us overwhelmed with emotion.
She clings to me for what seems like forever, then finally loosens her grip. She leans back to wipe her eyes with a
Kleenex from the nightstand on her side of my bed, then rests back down on my chest,
holding me like a helpless baby. I caress her back and kiss her head as gently as possible.
Showing any emotion at all is the rarest of things for us – for anyone like us, too, for that matter.
Our lives, our jobs, our pasts just won’t allow it. But when we’re alone together, the flood gates open up,
and our hidden selves are revealed.
Trust… love… loyalty…
These things are so rare… but we share them somehow.
Thank God we found each other.
She sighs and says “Okay. Maybe I won’t,” both of us knowing she never would leave me; part of our mutual code.
I raise my arm up with some effort, now blocking out the scattered pains, and slide off her glasses.
Her face shows trace signs of worry and uneasiness as the glasses come off and her beautiful brown eyes are
exposed; she hates for anyone to see her eyes. But she doesn’t resist.
Looking right into them as I always do, both of us revealing and saying so much that way, I say to her “I missed you.”
A second passes and then her eyes change, sadness and memories of heartache filling them. It only makes her even
more beautiful to me, though.
She leans in closer to hug me, burying her face between my neck and shoulder. I sense her crying silently,
her mouth open, her shaky, faint breaths on my skin. I feel several tears stream down her cheeks and connect
with my neck. Using my right arm, I hold her close to me as my own tears start to build up,
both of us overwhelmed with emotion.
She clings to me for what seems like forever, then finally loosens her grip. She leans back to wipe her eyes with a
Kleenex from the nightstand on her side of my bed, then rests back down on my chest,
holding me like a helpless baby. I caress her back and kiss her head as gently as possible.
Showing any emotion at all is the rarest of things for us – for anyone like us, too, for that matter.
Our lives, our jobs, our pasts just won’t allow it. But when we’re alone together, the flood gates open up,
and our hidden selves are revealed.
Trust… love… loyalty…
These things are so rare… but we share them somehow.
Thank God we found each other.
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I close my eyes and hold her as she lies over me, her feet still on the floor. My insides turn to mush as I feel her warm,
soft skin pressed against mine, her arms around me, her breasts pressed to my chest,
her tear-soaked face on my neck.
“I’m so sorry, John.”
“Shhh. You have nothing to be sorry for.”
“Do so.”
“Where’ve you been, Navy?”
“Out in the country… with family… I… I didn’t have a choice.”
“It’s okay. I know. But no writing?”
“I had no way to write to you. …I …I’m sorry.”
“Shhh. I understand. I do. Just please don’t disappear on me like that again. I’d miss you too much, Navy.”
I kiss her head as she kisses my neck, tears still streaming down her cheeks and on to me.
After a while, she raises her head up in front of mine, her eyes still soaked in sadness and shame, hating the fact that she went out of contact for so long.
My head turns to the side just enough as our lips meet, her eyes closing, forcing out two more tears. As we hold our wet, soft, passionate kiss, our tongues meet… and begin to slide over each other’s, slowly swirling around and around together, the kiss never ending, her arms tightening around my neck, turning her head from side to side as our tongues circled and slid in and out of our mouths.
Minutes began to pass as we continued the single kiss, our lips never parting.
Finally, I start to pull back, waiting for her reaction. Very slowly, our lips part, hers quivering as they at last slip away from mine. She keeps her eyes closed for a moment, quietly gulping down the extra saliva and tears that trickled in.
“Okay… Apology accepted,” I joke.
Her eyes widen as her mouth falls open in amused shock. “You little bastard!” she laughs, punching my shoulder playfully.
I close my eyes and hold her as she lies over me, her feet still on the floor. My insides turn to mush as I feel her warm,
soft skin pressed against mine, her arms around me, her breasts pressed to my chest,
her tear-soaked face on my neck.
“I’m so sorry, John.”
“Shhh. You have nothing to be sorry for.”
“Do so.”
“Where’ve you been, Navy?”
“Out in the country… with family… I… I didn’t have a choice.”
“It’s okay. I know. But no writing?”
“I had no way to write to you. …I …I’m sorry.”
“Shhh. I understand. I do. Just please don’t disappear on me like that again. I’d miss you too much, Navy.”
I kiss her head as she kisses my neck, tears still streaming down her cheeks and on to me.
After a while, she raises her head up in front of mine, her eyes still soaked in sadness and shame, hating the fact that she went out of contact for so long.
My head turns to the side just enough as our lips meet, her eyes closing, forcing out two more tears. As we hold our wet, soft, passionate kiss, our tongues meet… and begin to slide over each other’s, slowly swirling around and around together, the kiss never ending, her arms tightening around my neck, turning her head from side to side as our tongues circled and slid in and out of our mouths.
Minutes began to pass as we continued the single kiss, our lips never parting.
Finally, I start to pull back, waiting for her reaction. Very slowly, our lips part, hers quivering as they at last slip away from mine. She keeps her eyes closed for a moment, quietly gulping down the extra saliva and tears that trickled in.
“Okay… Apology accepted,” I joke.
Her eyes widen as her mouth falls open in amused shock. “You little bastard!” she laughs, punching my shoulder playfully.
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Both of us laughing now, she rests back down on me, playing with my hair, running her fingers through it.
We talk for hours as her breakfast gets cold. She knows it but doesn’t care,
not wanting to leave my embrace even to reach over for it.
We talk about where we’ve been since our last contact, what we’ve been up to,
and all our usual crazy, dangerous, illegal adventures.
A few days later we check out of the hospital under false identities, paying in cash. She lets me drive her car to
a safe-house just outside of town where we spend the night – talking more at first, but soon getting a little distracted…
We kiss again… and it leads into more kissing, passionate kissing, making out. Suddenly we’re pulling each other’s
clothes off as I back her into the small bedroom.
We stop at the side of the bed. She sits down, her hands still on my waist, and unzips my fly with her teeth.
My pants fall to the floor, both of us now naked. Without warning, she sucks up my dick and goes to work,
moving her head back and forth, the whole time sucking with her lips and swirling her tongue around it.
I try to steady myself, resting my hands on her shoulders…
She stops just in time and backs up to the headboard, her legs parting as I move with her onto the bed on all fours…
Both of us laughing now, she rests back down on me, playing with my hair, running her fingers through it.
We talk for hours as her breakfast gets cold. She knows it but doesn’t care,
not wanting to leave my embrace even to reach over for it.
We talk about where we’ve been since our last contact, what we’ve been up to,
and all our usual crazy, dangerous, illegal adventures.
A few days later we check out of the hospital under false identities, paying in cash. She lets me drive her car to
a safe-house just outside of town where we spend the night – talking more at first, but soon getting a little distracted…
We kiss again… and it leads into more kissing, passionate kissing, making out. Suddenly we’re pulling each other’s
clothes off as I back her into the small bedroom.
We stop at the side of the bed. She sits down, her hands still on my waist, and unzips my fly with her teeth.
My pants fall to the floor, both of us now naked. Without warning, she sucks up my dick and goes to work,
moving her head back and forth, the whole time sucking with her lips and swirling her tongue around it.
I try to steady myself, resting my hands on her shoulders…
She stops just in time and backs up to the headboard, her legs parting as I move with her onto the bed on all fours…
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I look right into her eyes as I move up to her, my arms moving around her as her legs wrap around my waist, her feet locking together at the ankles. I pause for a second, both our pulses quickened, lust and anxiousness in her eyes. The pause is too much for her. She tenses her legs up and grabs me by my shoulders right as I thrust up into her warm, wet, awaiting pussy. Her mouth falls open as her eyes shut tightly in uncontrollable exhilaration.
I start to pump my dick into her, using my feet for leverage, gripping the backboard with my left hand and her butt with my right.
“Ohhhh, babyyyy…” her cry grows louder and louder until she is forced to take in another breath.
Her hands dart down to the sheets on either side of her, she begins to twist them up in her tightly clenched fists. The whole time, I pump in and out, in and out, in and out – so vigorously, my dick throbbing deep inside her, pressing and pushing as far inside of her as it can go.
She angles her pelvis to make it easier to go in deeper, and I immediately do. Five minutes pass; of rapid pumping, then ten, then twenty. The sweat is streaming off of us – her chest rising with her quick, short breaths.
I adjust, lifting her butt up with both hands and moving my legs under and to either side of her, resting on my shins. I slow down gradually, slowly sliding all… the… way… out, the tip barely touching the lips of her pussy… then push all the way back up deep inside of her.
This slow pumping raises and lowers her entire lower body. She starts to shiver, her mouth falling open, her breathing becoming heavy. Then she grabs my shoulders a second time, our toes curling, our calves tensing, our eyes meeting. She bites her lower lip as her pussy contracts, then I take over, holding it between my rows of teeth. We cum simultaneously.
I look right into her eyes as I move up to her, my arms moving around her as her legs wrap around my waist, her feet locking together at the ankles. I pause for a second, both our pulses quickened, lust and anxiousness in her eyes. The pause is too much for her. She tenses her legs up and grabs me by my shoulders right as I thrust up into her warm, wet, awaiting pussy. Her mouth falls open as her eyes shut tightly in uncontrollable exhilaration.
I start to pump my dick into her, using my feet for leverage, gripping the backboard with my left hand and her butt with my right.
“Ohhhh, babyyyy…” her cry grows louder and louder until she is forced to take in another breath.
Her hands dart down to the sheets on either side of her, she begins to twist them up in her tightly clenched fists. The whole time, I pump in and out, in and out, in and out – so vigorously, my dick throbbing deep inside her, pressing and pushing as far inside of her as it can go.
She angles her pelvis to make it easier to go in deeper, and I immediately do. Five minutes pass; of rapid pumping, then ten, then twenty. The sweat is streaming off of us – her chest rising with her quick, short breaths.
I adjust, lifting her butt up with both hands and moving my legs under and to either side of her, resting on my shins. I slow down gradually, slowly sliding all… the… way… out, the tip barely touching the lips of her pussy… then push all the way back up deep inside of her.
This slow pumping raises and lowers her entire lower body. She starts to shiver, her mouth falling open, her breathing becoming heavy. Then she grabs my shoulders a second time, our toes curling, our calves tensing, our eyes meeting. She bites her lower lip as her pussy contracts, then I take over, holding it between my rows of teeth. We cum simultaneously.
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She leans her head back in total bliss as my throbbing dick explodes cum deep inside her tightened pussy, spurting out cum in thick, powerful streams – her own cum mixing with mine and slowly oozing out, all around my wet, slippery dick, dripping from her quivering pussy as I maintain my pumping motion in and out of her.
Eventually, her grip loosens around me as she finishes cumming. Her arms drop to either side as her legs unlock and reluctantly slide down around my waist, her feet settling on the sweat-and-cum-soaked bed sheets, her hot thighs now against my waist.
Now on her back with a drunken smile, in Heaven with the feeling of my cum up inside her, she becomes completely passive; she got what she wants.
I settled down on top of her, my weight now on my elbows as I pump her at a steady pace, cum still squirting out with each thump.
Our hot, sweaty bodies press together, her full, firm breasts against my chest, her silky, slippery tummy sliding against mine – all the way down to our groins.
She lets me fuck her like that for another half hour, neither of us tiring at all.
I cum a second time as she cums for probably the twentieth time. She rests her hands on my cheeks as I tilt my head down to receive her tongue into the back of my mouth. Our tongues swirl together furiously as we continue to fuck, hers recessing involuntarily with each burst of cum.
After hours and hours of changing positions, we finally slow down. With her now straddling me, my back to the backboard, my hands squeezing her perky breasts, her hands on my shoulders to help ride me more fiercely, and my dick lost so far up in her cum-filled, dripping-wet, hot pussy, we both cum our last times for the night.
I go off full force for the third time, forcing a waterfall of cum to pour out of her already filled-up pussy. She leans forward, wrapping her arms around me, exhausted, soaking wet, and unable to take the sudden rush of pleasure between her legs.
She leans her head back in total bliss as my throbbing dick explodes cum deep inside her tightened pussy, spurting out cum in thick, powerful streams – her own cum mixing with mine and slowly oozing out, all around my wet, slippery dick, dripping from her quivering pussy as I maintain my pumping motion in and out of her.
Eventually, her grip loosens around me as she finishes cumming. Her arms drop to either side as her legs unlock and reluctantly slide down around my waist, her feet settling on the sweat-and-cum-soaked bed sheets, her hot thighs now against my waist.
Now on her back with a drunken smile, in Heaven with the feeling of my cum up inside her, she becomes completely passive; she got what she wants.
I settled down on top of her, my weight now on my elbows as I pump her at a steady pace, cum still squirting out with each thump.
Our hot, sweaty bodies press together, her full, firm breasts against my chest, her silky, slippery tummy sliding against mine – all the way down to our groins.
She lets me fuck her like that for another half hour, neither of us tiring at all.
I cum a second time as she cums for probably the twentieth time. She rests her hands on my cheeks as I tilt my head down to receive her tongue into the back of my mouth. Our tongues swirl together furiously as we continue to fuck, hers recessing involuntarily with each burst of cum.
After hours and hours of changing positions, we finally slow down. With her now straddling me, my back to the backboard, my hands squeezing her perky breasts, her hands on my shoulders to help ride me more fiercely, and my dick lost so far up in her cum-filled, dripping-wet, hot pussy, we both cum our last times for the night.
I go off full force for the third time, forcing a waterfall of cum to pour out of her already filled-up pussy. She leans forward, wrapping her arms around me, exhausted, soaking wet, and unable to take the sudden rush of pleasure between her legs.
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She rests on me just as she did in the hospital room, seeming helpless and clinging to me, her head on my shoulder, her thighs still tense around me, all her weight keeping her waist down, her pussy lips open to my cock, and my pulsing cock packed as far up into her as it can go.
She wraps her arms around me, under mine, hugging me, squeezing me, her breasts nearly squashed between us. I wrap both my arms around her waist and flex them very slowly, keeping the motion and the pulsing going, matching that of my cock and her keegling pussy.
With her head still resting on my shoulder, she whispers to me “I don’t ever wanna move.”
Still squeezing her tightly, pressing her down “You don’t ever have to.”
She moans and sighs each time I flex my body around and into her, as the last bit of her strength happily trickles away for me.
“Baby… I’m tired,” she sighs as I continue to flex my arms around the base of her waist.
I exhale almost shakily in pleasure. “Then you rest… and I will watch over you.” The words carry great power with them, even from their mere connotations. The psychological effect of hearing and being told such things works the same way as any great spell would. It is important that people say them to each other, and, as Wolves, of course, we do.
As our cum continues to ooze out of her, she falls asleep straddling me, my dick still hard inside her. After awhile, I drift off, as well.
The next morning – well, it was closer to noon when we finally came to – we woke up, still tightly pressed together with my dick up deep inside of her. My muscles were sore and my recently healed wounds were aching, but all I really noticed was this unbelievably beautiful latina girl asleep with my dick in her.
She rests on me just as she did in the hospital room, seeming helpless and clinging to me, her head on my shoulder, her thighs still tense around me, all her weight keeping her waist down, her pussy lips open to my cock, and my pulsing cock packed as far up into her as it can go.
She wraps her arms around me, under mine, hugging me, squeezing me, her breasts nearly squashed between us. I wrap both my arms around her waist and flex them very slowly, keeping the motion and the pulsing going, matching that of my cock and her keegling pussy.
With her head still resting on my shoulder, she whispers to me “I don’t ever wanna move.”
Still squeezing her tightly, pressing her down “You don’t ever have to.”
She moans and sighs each time I flex my body around and into her, as the last bit of her strength happily trickles away for me.
“Baby… I’m tired,” she sighs as I continue to flex my arms around the base of her waist.
I exhale almost shakily in pleasure. “Then you rest… and I will watch over you.” The words carry great power with them, even from their mere connotations. The psychological effect of hearing and being told such things works the same way as any great spell would. It is important that people say them to each other, and, as Wolves, of course, we do.
As our cum continues to ooze out of her, she falls asleep straddling me, my dick still hard inside her. After awhile, I drift off, as well.
The next morning – well, it was closer to noon when we finally came to – we woke up, still tightly pressed together with my dick up deep inside of her. My muscles were sore and my recently healed wounds were aching, but all I really noticed was this unbelievably beautiful latina girl asleep with my dick in her.
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We didn’t move for another three hours.
After awhile, I started to caress her back and gently kiss her awake.
It didn’t take long. A big smile spread across her face, her eyes
still closed as she yawned, stretched her arms out, and
kissed me on the cheek.
“Mmmmm…” she purred, smiling as her deep brown eyes
blinked open. She adjusted so that she was back on top,
straddling me evenly again. She looked into my eyes,
and I into hers, both of us silently enjoying the moment.
Without fail, she kissed me on the lips again. We both smiled
brightly at each other for another few moments, both knowing
that each of us had just had the best fuck and the best
night’s sleep of our entire lives.
Reluctantly, she slid off of me, my dick slipping out
as her pussy slowly closed up behind it.
A rush of pleasure passed through her eyes for a second.
She settled down by my side, pulling the covers up
and snuggling up to me as closely as possible.
My arm rested below her neck – her leg over mine
– and both her hands around my free one.
We didn’t move for another three hours.
After awhile, I started to caress her back and gently kiss her awake.
It didn’t take long. A big smile spread across her face, her eyes
still closed as she yawned, stretched her arms out, and
kissed me on the cheek.
“Mmmmm…” she purred, smiling as her deep brown eyes
blinked open. She adjusted so that she was back on top,
straddling me evenly again. She looked into my eyes,
and I into hers, both of us silently enjoying the moment.
Without fail, she kissed me on the lips again. We both smiled
brightly at each other for another few moments, both knowing
that each of us had just had the best fuck and the best
night’s sleep of our entire lives.
Reluctantly, she slid off of me, my dick slipping out
as her pussy slowly closed up behind it.
A rush of pleasure passed through her eyes for a second.
She settled down by my side, pulling the covers up
and snuggling up to me as closely as possible.
My arm rested below her neck – her leg over mine
– and both her hands around my free one.
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It took us a long time to summon up the will to leave that bed, but we did, eventually, as the evening neared.
Jade then, for the second time in her life, entrusted me with the most personal of contact information
– something no one else knew; not even our mutual Wolf friends. I knew I would be the one to be trusted with it,
if she ever chose to offer it, but it still caught me off guard. Jade was more paranoid than even I was.
I thanked her for her trust in me and for coming to get me out of the hospital. She told me I didn’t have to say thanks,
that she had always been watching out for me since the day we met, and that she always would be.
“I love you, John,” she said as she kissed me again.
“I love you, too, Jade.” Our eyes stayed locked on each others’.
She suddenly hugged me tightly. I could tell she hated this part just as much as I did. In another minute or so,
you wouldn’t be able to tell, though, and we’d both be gone.
The few bags we had were packed. She drove me to another location where I had a decent stash saved up,
and left with one last kiss and her promise to see me again much sooner.
It took us a long time to summon up the will to leave that bed, but we did, eventually, as the evening neared.
Jade then, for the second time in her life, entrusted me with the most personal of contact information
– something no one else knew; not even our mutual Wolf friends. I knew I would be the one to be trusted with it,
if she ever chose to offer it, but it still caught me off guard. Jade was more paranoid than even I was.
I thanked her for her trust in me and for coming to get me out of the hospital. She told me I didn’t have to say thanks,
that she had always been watching out for me since the day we met, and that she always would be.
“I love you, John,” she said as she kissed me again.
“I love you, too, Jade.” Our eyes stayed locked on each others’.
She suddenly hugged me tightly. I could tell she hated this part just as much as I did. In another minute or so,
you wouldn’t be able to tell, though, and we’d both be gone.
The few bags we had were packed. She drove me to another location where I had a decent stash saved up,
and left with one last kiss and her promise to see me again much sooner.
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I memorized the information she had given me earlier at the safe-house,
as I worked at removing any trace of my presence from the place she
had dropped me off at. It didn’t take long. I was a pro at living like a Wolf now.
I left within the hour and never returned.
I drove casually to the city limits… and floored it all the way to the desert.
As I made my way across 500 miles of nothing, a thought occurred to me.
It returned the smile to my face.
I decided to round up the Wolves.
It was time to fulfill our purpose.
This was just the beginning.
I memorized the information she had given me earlier at the safe-house,
as I worked at removing any trace of my presence from the place she
had dropped me off at. It didn’t take long. I was a pro at living like a Wolf now.
I left within the hour and never returned.
I drove casually to the city limits… and floored it all the way to the desert.
As I made my way across 500 miles of nothing, a thought occurred to me.
It returned the smile to my face.
I decided to round up the Wolves.
It was time to fulfill our purpose.
This was just the beginning.
