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That familiar scent had been following Cymmie everywhere, even though she was sure he, himself, hadn't been following her. She was sure she was imagining it. But his scent was so strong and so persistent she couldn't focus on much of anything else. The constant state of arousal it put her in was frustrating, especially since she was sure the other creatures could smell it on her.

Anger radiated from her, how dare he make her feel this way. But the majority of her wanted him to come ravage her. To fuck her until she couldn't breathe and she came so hard all she could do was shudder in his arms at the end. She was in the shower, letting the cool water run over her overheated body.

It soothed her slightly, calming the raging need within her. As the water ran over her body she didn't hear the door of the bathroom open, and only turned around when the shower curtain opened and she was greeted with Shadow's form and the unmistakable smell of his arousal.

Her eyes widened and she whimpered, he smirked and pushed her against the cold tile wall, as soon as she was against the wall, before she could even react his fingers were inside her. Stroking her inner walls, his thumb rubbed clit in tortuously slow circles.

"Wha-?" she whispered which tapered off in a desperate groan as she came quickly and hard from all the built up frustration.

"Mmmmm, good little wolf," he whispered in her ear a soft lick following the comment.

His fingers slid out of her, and a sigh of disappointment left Cymmie. She was shuddering leaning against the tile wall. Then she was up in his arms, and his dicks were sliding against her.

"So tight," he groaned, with a quick slid he was inside her. She breathed deeply; somehow she was so ready for him that she easily accepted him, pushing up and rocking back with a sigh that made him sound so pleased.

She could only be happy he was happy and squeezed around him as he quickened the pace. Within only a few minutes she was cumming again. Groaning and tightening around him as she came and then arcing as the climax came to its end.

His jaws clamped around her throat gently, and she shuddered as the slight pressure against her windpipe caused another mini-orgasm. Her claws came up to drag across his back, making little divots in the fur as it parted and a little blood welled where the pressure of claw tips had caused small wounds.

Cymmie threw her head back; her ears pressed flat against her skull as he grabbed her ass and lifted up, her legs curled around his hips almost automatically. Leaning his weight against one hand and the other hand cupping underneath her, he slammed her into the back tiles with forceful thrusts.

Shadow licked his way down her chest, groaning as Cymmie clenched again, he could feel himself press through that first ring of tight muscle that squeezed him so perfectly every time he slid in. And the sounds this wolf made, god how he wished he could just fuck her endlessly. She was the perfect fuck, the way she howled and screamed his name. He didn't care who heard them, hell he WANTED them to hear Cymmie screaming, just so the world knew she was his.

A snarl curved his lip as he thought that very though and said, "MINE," and then bite down on the flesh of her breast. His fangs pierced ever so slightly just over her heart and she arched her inner core walls fluttering around him as her eyelids fell shut and she came so hard her juices drenched his top dick.

He pulled out and came in long white spurt all over her stomach, breasts and a tiny bit on her chin. His hips pumped against her golden groin as he came down from his high and purred.

Cymmie was close to being passed out, her back hurt like hell, her chest stung, and her tail hole and vagina were sore. But it was all so good; it had relaxed the frustration in her bones that had tightened her muscles to the point of breaking. She swallowed. As she opened her eyes with the intent of asking him to stay she saw the shower empty and heard somewhere in the apartment a door closing. She sighed, and slid down to sit in the empty bathtub. Gods, she wasn't even sure she would have survived another round if he had stayed.