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Wolf’s Bane TWO SPECIAL WOMEN
“Oh, my Goddess!” he whispered to himself as he viewed the naked woman’s back as she waded waist-high in the clear waters of the pool. “She’s absolutely gorgeous…” The view of the small waterfall, the large ferns, bushes, and trees surrounding the pool was the perfect frame for this curvaceous, tanned, naturally beautiful female who had her midnight black hair up in a bun. He was struck speechless and was frozen in place at the stunning beauty of the whole scene, but his eyes would not leave that one glorious focal point of his attention. And the way she smelled! It wasn’t just roses and strawberries now. There was something else and though he found it hard to identify it was overwhelming all his senses as if he was dunked into the perfume that she was exuding, threatening to drown him… Eron just wanted to stay there, breathing, drinking, eating her scent without caring if he ever inhaled air again. But he didn’t know why… It just seemed to be the most natural thing in the world f
Wolf’s Bane SECRECY & SAFETY
The darkness in the room made it hard to make out what was happening within. However, once your eyes adjust to the shadows in the room, you realize that it’s actually a larger-than-average bedroom. And if you would just listen intently, there were two people on the large king-sized bed. It was a man and a woman, and they were both naked… And... well, they were doing more than just sleeping. “My love, p-please… go faster… harder… I’m close…” begged a low and lusty female voice as she breathed hard in between her words. The muscular man above her kept moving in and out of her, his manhood tightly gripped by the woman’s wet and luscious walls. He increased his pace and moved deeper into her; his strength being fueled by his fiery passions. This caused the woman to writhe and tremble even more, and he felt his libido rising at the sight of her pained pleasure. Hero knew she was close, based on her impassioned moans, the wetness of her slick pussy, and how her lips were now tightening
Wolf’s Bane LUSTFUL THOUGHTS
“Twinny, I’m sorry, I’ll have to call you later, OK?” Eron said, suddenly conscious of a known smell approaching him from behind. “Everything alright?” she asked worriedly, as it was her usual habit to make sure her twin was fine. Especially now that he had decided to stay away from his childhood home... “Yes. I’ll get back to you soon, I promise.” “You better,” she said with a smile, finally dropping the call. Eron listened carefully to the crackling of the leaves, getting lost once more in the scent that was now an immediate trigger to the memories of what he saw at the pool. How her wet, long, black hair fell on her body half-covering her back and full breasts, making him want to move it aside and have a taste of the luscious body that, after a first look, he now craved like water in the desert. He felt his dick getting hard once again and tried to control himself before she was too close to notice. “Come on, Eron! Really?” he told himself, now blushing. Who could have thou
Wolf’s Bane MASON
Around ten years ago... “Diwana Armanaz,” read the small piece of cardboard that the tall, thin, brown-skinned man held at the exit of ‘arrivals’ in the airport. He was indeed nervous, but nobody would ever know that. He was the kind of man that was raised to be a ‘man’ in the old meaning of the word, suffering in silence and having no idea on how to feel or interpret feelings in any way. Too shy to find a girlfriend that one day would become his wife, he grew older, and tired of being alone while thinking of himself as too old to learn how to get a wife that he would really love, he found the way to get a mail-order bride. She was beautiful, at least from what he had seen in the pictures. “How was it possible that she’s available?” he thought more than once. “What would I do when she’s right in front of me?” he thought right then and there as she was just steps away from him. The airport’s automatic doors opened and all the arriving tourists, visitors, and family members walked
Wolf’s Bane SIGNS AND WARNINGS
Eron was about to go back to his tent when he heard that the door was opening, and children’s voices were heard from inside. “Di!!!” said Katya, the youngest of the three, just nine years old, small, jumping and waving her black, straight hair up and down with each bounce. “Diwa,” Erica, the oldest, fifteen, said worriedly, looking at how pale their caretaker was. “Please, let her come in, guys, I think she’s not ok.” “Yes, Di, you look very pale. Come on, Katya, let’s move aside for a moment,” Macky, the one in the middle, twelve years old, tall, and a well-educated gentleman asked his little sister and then with his older sister helped Diwana get inside the house to the kitchen. They took her to one of the high chairs that surrounded the kitchen bar, and then young Katya, who walked behind them, went ahead, taking one of the glasses and filling it up with cold water from the filter. “Please drink this, Di,” she said with her soft, still-childlike voice. “Thank you, dear,” Diwan
Wolf’s Bane SECRET DISCOVERIES
He still hadn't shifted to his human form, and he knew staying as a wolf kept his senses sharper than his already impressive hearing and visual capacities were. As it was, his intensive training with his father's pack had prepared and turned him into one of the most superior warriors in their clan, even equaling his older brother, but his experiences outside the packhouse had increased his fighting skills even more. Much as Eron hated that part of his life, he couldn't help but appreciate it for truly improving his skills and abilities. Especially in times like these… He expertly jumped to the ground, his front paws landing silently first then swiftly ran towards the direction where he "felt" several presences. Since he did shift to werewolf as he climbed up a tree earlier on just so he could see the house better, along with its residents, he had decided to change to wolf as he hid behind the branches and continued in that form in his present personal mission. "Whoever those people
Wolf’s Bane BLUE-BALLED
“Argh, pain! How is this possible?!” Eron started his morning complaining. The alarm went off near his ear, and it suddenly brought him back to his forest campsite, where his whole body was aching. As soon as he moved into his tent to turn to his side, the pain became even more evident. “How great would it be to get a massage,” he thought, lazily closing his eyes again, stuck between sleepiness and pain, thinking of just resting one more minute before getting up and starting the day, then his mind would betray him once again with the need to shut down or blank out. “Would you like me to massage you, Eron?” “Di… Miss Diwana, when did you get here? What are you doing in my tent?” “I never left,” she said in a whisper, looking seductively at the naked, tanned, handsome man by her side. “You don’t remember?” His thoughts: “I wish I did… Maybe it’s because of THAT that my body is hurting. I’d be happy if that was the case… but then, what Did I do to her to be so sore myself?” Eron st
Wolf’s Bane COLD-BLOODED MURDER
The memory hit him without notice, and he was immediately transported to a building about four stories tall. It was an elegant old wooden mansion colored light blue and green with a pawn and antique shop in the front. The store was really just a facade for a very different kind of business being offered inside the house itself. The last customer entered the pawnshop, and then never exited. Eron waited for them to turn the ‘Open’ sign to ‘Closed,’ and, a couple of hours later, the store had the lights off and the whole business had moved in full to their secondary entrance. It was the one that was reserved only for very regular, well-known, VVIP customers that visited the night workers of the place. ‘The Temptation House’ was at the top of the businesses that were on his old boss' blacklist. Because of that, of course, the job would be reserved for only him to complete. “Good. I’ll give it fifteen more minutes and then go in," the then-assassin thought to himself. "It should be a cl