Chapter 22: Pleasuring a Prince
“Ahhh...” she moaned softly and seductively as the swollen head of his cock pierced her wet hole.
“Take me in...all of me...” Florian commanded as his large hand grabbed the sides of her hips.
Patricia whimpered at the pleasure of his cock, stretching her wet opening. As always, Florian’s cock was thick and very hard. Slowly, she began lowering her hips, and his cock disappeared inch by inch into her throbbing pussy as she took him inside of her. Florian groaned as his fingers dug into her hips while Patricia moaned her pleasure.
Just like Florian had taught her, Patricia began clenching her pussy tightly around his cock. His cock twitched inside of her. It was a signal that she was supposed to start moving now. She lifted her hips, and the prince’s thick manhood slid along her sensitive pussy walls before almost exiting her flooded hole completely. Patricia lowered her pussy onto the thick head of Florian’s upstanding cock again to take him back inside of her.
“That’s it, Patricia. Ride my cock...” Florian instructed.
Patricia began moving her hips faster, lifting it and then slamming herself back down onto his massive pole. She rode his cock as she shook her hips up and down just the way that she knew that Florian liked it. His cock hit deep inside her, to her womb, as she rode him harder and faster. His cock plunging into her wet heat made wet lewd sounds echo all around them as they both moaned and panted.
Florian gripped her hips tighter, and she cried out when he thrust his hips suddenly upwards, ramming his gigantic cock into her pussy. As he continued to pump his cock up into her quivering love hole, Patricia watched with intense amazement as her lover slowly transformed right in front of her. It wasn’t the first time she saw his transformation, but it never failed to amaze and captivate her interest every single time.
The first time that she managed to pleasure him until he began to transform, she was stunned into silence. Like that time, soft, furry, deep, reddish-brown pointed ears slowly emerged on top of Florian’s head. She reached for one of them and stroked them as he sighed from pleasure. His wolf ears were susceptible; she had learned from experience.
The appearance of the ears and eye changes were the earliest signs of a wolf’s transformation. Next came the tail. What was supposed to go after that, she didn’t know. Even after all the times she’d served Florian and the intense training he had put her through, she had never seen him progress beyond growing out his beautiful wolf tail.