I had to do something. I had to draw his attention.Good thing my pussy dripped from the exhilaration. I felt so alive. So horny.“You're going for an...ther illusion again,” I shouted, pulling out my digits from my cunt, coated in my juices. I flicked my fingers at him, splashing his back in juices. “Smell that, big boy. That's prime, lamia cunt-cream.”His brutish head snapped around towards me. I grinned at him, my ears twitching. Kora rolled away from him. An illusion of her appeared standing up. Flash floods were a much more serious worry.The four men rode out toward the range under consideration with Jesus leading and Bolivar riding drag. They were each spaced at about 100 yards, and they looked in every direction for trouble. Janet could not have asked for more conscientious bodyguards! The two bodyguards shifted to the position of flankers as Arturo and Jason examined the range. They agreed that the sheep should be moved here as soon as the weather started turning bad. There were. I started growling and snarling without even realising and then I lost it - I growled, snarled, barked, and finally HOWLED like a demented wolf. Gracie responded by squealing even louder, like a terrified little fat pig, about to be eaten alive by a huge, savage Direwolf.When I stopped howling and carrying on, we both settled down a bit and Gracie began to squeal again more softly and I started laughing. "Weeee Weeee Weee" It was fucking hilarious.Then things went from crazy to just plain. I gasped as he entered me. So thick, I didn’t think I could take him, then he pressed further inside me, his fat cocks head deeper now, more opening gripped down on his shaft and it felt incredible. I quickly became lost in the pleasure, I gave myself to him, and was his for the taking. Each movement of his cock brought me closer to orgasm, each motion, each thrust, made pre cum leak from my cock. I never knew a pleasure like this, to be fucked, to be taken. To feel his cock inside me, so deep.