There were far more than them than I could conveniently count in a short time frame, ranging in colors from brown to black to greys and whites. He was sending rivers out the entire time, with him leaving his tip on my tongue, I got a new batch every time he pulled out before he pushed back in. Having obediently followed the tugging of my hand, I then gently pushed him onto the raised section of the cave floor, red rod standing fully erect and waiting. My moans turned to shrieks, not of pain, but of pleasure. After waiting for however long it took, I finally felt the knot start deflating, and I was impatient to get off so I could see where the rest had went. It wasn’t much of a problem now, but with the werewolf not showing any signs of pulling out, especially as I convulsed pleasantly around him trying to pull in any air, it would soon become one.
