Part II. OF My Werewolf Story Comes Out With A...
Part II. OF My Werewolf Story Comes Out With A Twist!
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Shani had finally returned from from her night in the dark forest. Her sister Camille was waiting eagerly to hear how her first experience with their new werewolf family had turned out. Instead, her sister hands her a strange idol of a monstrous god, and tells Camille that there is far more than just werewolves lurking in the forest.
Now Camille will go on her own journey of self-discovery and lust, as she learns the truth about her new family and her stepbrother Fen. Only the strange idol with the monstrous god of lust it portrays, will show her the way.
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She sat the idol in front of her and amusingly said
to it, “with your raging hard-on, perhaps its best that you watch and
enjoy yourself.”
“It won’t be the same without Fen’s long tongue
or wonderful cock, but maybe he is watching from somewhere and he will come to
finish the job,” she said as she slowly began to run her fingers up and
down her slit. She tried to imagine Fen being there with his large furry head
nestled between her legs. His canine tongue slowly lapping away at her. She wet
her fingers by soaking them in her mouth to try to simulate that sopping tongue
of his, and soon was taking turns using both hands by soaking one and
stimulating herself with the other. It was a lot of work and she was getting
her saliva all over herself, but that was just how she liked it when Fen’s
tongue was around. She massaged some into her breasts and pinched her nipples
to simulate him nipping her there. Yet, her imagination just wasn’t good enough.
Why pretend when you’ve had the real thing? Yet, if it could attract him then
she must continue. It was the hope of his existence that made the pleasure
come.
It was slow and exhausting work. She wiggled her
fingers deep inside herself like the wagging of his tongue, and flicked the softer
parts of her finger tips drenched in saliva across her clitoris to represent
him kissing her there. With vigilance and a willing mind forcing up images of
her dreams she could feel her heat rise. More working, more sucking and
salivating on her fingers, and then she rubbed them down her body. She began
forcefully moaning in hopes her cries of pleasurable distress would help.
“Oh, come rescue me!” her fake moans implied.
The forest was still dark and quiet. Sometimes she
thought she heard a rustle in the trees or bushes that got her hopes high, but
alas, nothing ever came of it. The idol just stared with its intensely glowing
eyes. “We’ll at least somebody is getting aroused over this,” she
mused when she again looked at his raging hard cock. “If only you were bigger,
I could use you to produce more genuine results. A sex toy would be helpful
right about now.” For now, the statue of the strange, little elephant man
would just have to watch.
It took her a long time; perhaps she was thinking
about it too hard. Eventually she was able to get a rhythm going. Genuine
squeaks of real pleasure started to flow with the fake moaning lures. She was
sopping wet from licking and sucking on herself, but now her pussy was
sufficiently excited enough to lubricate itself. It was then that the idols
eyes began to glow even brighter, and even change to a different hue.
“Oh ho, looks like I have your attention after
all,” she said with an exhausted smile.
Maybe because this act of self-pleasure was working,
or at the very least, was producing results. Maybe because there might be
something more to the strange little beast man of stone. Either way it was
arousing her, helping her mind create the necessary images of Fen snuggled up
beside her.
