I felt the cum shooting up from my balls through my shaft then out of my head and into my boxers as I finally came in my pants. Immediately, a visible...wetness formed at the crotch area of my shorts, wetting Lauren’s hands. Instead of pulling away immediately, though, Lauren seemed curious about it, and instead brought her now sticky hands up to her nose and sniffed it.“Smells funny.” She said, then chuckled. I was still reeling from the most intense orgasm of my life, though, so I didn’t. "I don't want to die," she cried, expectant the same fate as the man that had abducted her. "Pleas God, don't let it end like this."But then the unexpected happened. Instead of feeling the crushing of that savage beast's teeth on her skin, she got the unmistakable lick of his sandpapery tongue."Oh God! It... it's going to happen again," she cried, both in shame and relief.And that is exactly what was happening to her. The Wolf's sexual instinct had taken over and he was now seeking some. This takes place about 6 months after my previous story, If you haven’t read that first, then please read it.So, it was the day just before mom’s birthday. Dad was out of town for work. It was only my mom, my brother and I at home. My brother and I decided to surprise mom with a cake. I told my brother that I have some work in the office. I will bring the cake with me. But I will be late to come home.I will come after 10 and give him a call. He will open the main door so that I can come in. My brain knew it was fake, but my heart told me I was on the cusp ofsomething extraordinary.What still amuses me was the ritual words. Of course, we couldn't speaksome dead language. Plain old English it was. The only concession mysister allowed. We spoke the words and started the dance. We circled themonolith. Step by step we followed an ancient dance.I was into it.A lot.For a moment I forgot that it was just made pretend.That I was not really a witch initiate.That I was a man beneath the.