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CHAPTER 17: SPIRIT JOURNEY - WOLF

I continued to walk, the thin rope sliding through my fingers as I did. It was a way of staying on track while allowing my mind to wander. And, as I walked, I continued to ponder what I had just experienced and speculate on what still lay ahead of me, because, as the owl pointed out, the rope continued. Most of the time my pondering was restricted to a mental exercise, held within my thoughts, analyzed and evaluated. Sometimes, however, the pondering became vocal. And sometimes the sound of my voice as I moved through these sand dunes would startle me.

“Here I am walking through this desert of sand and I am completely naked.” It was curious to me, though. The light, the sky, the temperature and the feel of the sand underfoot hadn’t changed. I wasn’t sure how much time had passed while being with the owl and my travel overall, but the feeling that the day was like early morning had not changed. The sky had not changed color, the air had not warmed and the sand had not become hot. In fact, the sun was still at the same location just above the horizon. Despite sinking in the sand like the soft sand of a beach, the going was easy. Additionally, despite my time in and out of the tipi, I had not developed a thirst.

I had no way of determining how much time had passed. With the sun staying in the same location in the sky, there was no way of even estimating how much time had passed. But, that wasn’t the only unknown about time. When I entered the tipi, it was just after dark. If I was still in the tipi, it was probably still dark. But, if I wasn’t still in the tipi … if I was really here, then where had all that time gone?

“But, then, an even more important question than time was where in the hell was I?” I pondered that some more without any way of coming to any conclusion, but I inevitably came back to my dialog with the owl. I mulled that direction from every direction I could. All of which left me still confused and frustrated. I came back to the exact same point in my thinking. If I was still in the tipi, that dialog with the owl never happened. Not really. It might in a dream, sure. And, most Spirit a****l encounters come to people in their dreams as indicators while their mind is open and unencumbered by the world around them.

“But … if I am not, then where the hell am I?!?” My voice startled me, again. But, it also had a soothing effect to hear it amid what I hadn’t really recognized as a very quiet world I was now in. I stopped moving and purposefully looked around and listened. No other tracks in the sand, no sounds of vehicles or planes, and no birds in the sky. Nothing.

I started walking, again. The rope sliding through my fingers. It was important. I don’t know why except that if I was ever to return to the tipi I would need to have a way to follow.

“Follow the rope. That’s what the owl said.” I shook my head. “Sure, you always do what birds tell you to do, right?” I stopped and looked at the rope in my hand. I looked ahead to where it seemed to disappear again over yet another dune. I looked back, seeing my footsteps in the sand better than the rope.

“Yep, follow the rope.” After a couple steps, “You know, it isn’t just that I talked to the owl, but he responded back.” “Well, it wasn’t just that he responded back that is really weird. You responded back to him.” “I was just being polite. Besides, he had good information about the Owl as a Spirit a****l.”

“You think carrying on a conversation with an owl is strange?”

I was about to respond when I realized that hadn’t been my voice. I looked around but found nothing but more sand dunes. “Is there someone out there? Who are you? Where are you?”

“Follow the rope.” With that, I felt the rope tug and slip through my fingers causing me to grab tighter onto it. I looked back with a thought. I couldn’t see the tipi or the trees that had been around it. How long is this rope? But, another tug drew my attention back. “Are you coming?”

“I … I have a situation here. I gave my dress to the owl back there.”

“The same owl you were talking to?”

Exasperated by the tone of the voice, “How many owls are there around here in daylight?” That’s another thing, I met the owl in the daylight. Aren’t they nocturnal? Huh, maybe not all the time. “Yes, the owl I was talking to.”

“Tell me something …” I waited. I was afraid I might know what he was going to ask and I wasn’t going to help this line of questioning. He did continue, however, “What does an owl, talking or otherwise, need with a dress?”

“Don’t be silly. It wasn’t like that; it wasn’t for him. He just said I needed to fully open to all the experiences I would encounter along the rope.”

“So, you’re telling me you are naked?” There was another pause. I suddenly realized how absurd this conversation was going, also. “I don’t mind.” There was another tug on the rope. It didn’t exactly reassure me that HE didn’t mind that I would be approaching him naked …. “But, answer my question. You think carrying on a conversation with an owl is strange?”

I turned up the dune following the rope. “Yes, I guess I do. Don’t you think it strange to converse with an owl?”

“Hmmmmm … stranger than talking to yourself? And answering?”

This was beginning to irritate me. I had not only held a conversation with an owl, a very rational and proper conversation but now I was admitting that to someone who was challenging if that conversation was different from the one I was having with myself. As much as I was seeing his point, it was pissing me off.

I crested the dune and shrieked. Down in the valley was a pool of water, some grass, a few bushes and … a wolf. A very, very large wolf. His fur was silver, not gray and not white. Silver.

After I tried to regain some of the composure I had just lost, “Is that you who has been talking to me?”

“Yes, it would appear so.” His massive head looked up the slope to me. “You have already talked to an owl and yourself, why be surprised about me?”

I stepped off the crest of the dune and walked and slid down, my feet sinking into the sand and causing mini-surfing movements until I had joined him at the bottom. He was indeed sitting on my rope. I allowed it to slip from my fingers as I approached him nervously. It was one thing in my mind to casually converse with an owl for information about my journey, it seemed an entirely different matter in this case.

I glanced at the pool of water but didn’t take my eyes from this b**st for too long. He was massive. I had an idea of the size of a big wolf from pictures, but he was in a class by himself. Sitting on his haunches, his head was nearly at the same level as mine. When I told him he was sitting on my rope, he seemed to smile, then rise to his four feet and move to the side. His shoulders were a good four feet from the ground.

He sat, again, then considered me. His head moved up and down as his eyes took in my body. Then his head stretched forward until his snout was no more than a foot from my face. His eyes seemed to penetrate through mine.

“You are not of The People.” He looked up and down my body, again. “You are different outside and inside. How did you come to being here?”

I fought to stay in control in the face of this direct challenge. Would a wavering or weak response provoke an aggressive or dangerous reaction from him? Or, might he reject me on this Journey?

Perhaps, he would recognize Samantha’s friends. “I was invited by Jim Standing Bear and Henry White Wolf. They felt I might benefit from this Journey if I was open to it.”

“They did? Hmmm … they are of a worthy warrior clan. So, you come naked?”

I hesitated. He seemed far more challenging than the owl had. Was I being measured? Judged, perhaps, for my worthiness? “As I said, the owl suggested I continue the Journey completely open. He suggested I leave my dress behind.”

He leaned forward, again. Despite the softness of the words coming out, there was a hint of an accent that wasn’t Apache, but foreign. I was distracted, however, by this being a wolf, a very large wolf, and his habit of bringing his mouth so close to my face.

“Openness … indicating you are not hiding anything?” I shrugged at the possible interpretation. “Or, openness to the sexual implications that you might find as you continue?”

I took a partial step back and he leaned forward further maintaining the distance between our noses. Suddenly, this Journey business changed for me. I had approached this intellectually, battling with my rational mind over this being a dream … or somehow not. Suddenly, the physical, the bodily, aspect of the situation came into play. If this wolf was also a Spirit a****l, he would have new information for me, but would he also have more than information for me? My dogs at home were considered large, but this b**st … this b**st was a b**st and more so in size. With an involuntary reaction, my body tingled and a shiver went through my stomach and chest, the implication vibrating inside my brain.

I blushed, though, when his head raised and his nostrils flared and his head lowered down my body with repeated flaring and sniffing of his nostrils until his snout was at my crotch. I closed my eyes and held my breath as I felt the air from his nostrils on my bare skin. When his nose touched my crotch region, tightly closed off by my thighs pressed together, I gasped, a soft moan escaping my throat.

After a moment of nothing further, I slowly opened my eyes. His snout was again only a foot from mine. A soft, low growl rumbled up from deep in his throat. He surprised me with one word, “Interesting.”

I attempted to regain some dignity in the face of my body’s betrayal. I was finding it to be a massive battle waged within me. I had an overpowering image in my brain … a massive, red, canine cock and knot. But, I fought through those thoughts, assured that to allow them would only magnify the scent he was already aware of.

“I … I … Are you also my Spirit a****l?” He seemed to nod slightly, but he also seemed to be as distracted by the scent he was aware of as I was by the images in my mind. I continued in an effort to create some distraction for both of us. “Is it usual to encounter multiple Spirit a****ls on these Journeys?”

His snout had lowered toward my lower body but stopped just below my breasts. His eyes looked up to me without his head moving. Finally, perhaps with some effort of his own, he lifted his head. “No … it is not.” He returned to gazing into my eyes. Perhaps that moment had passed. “But, the owl would not be incongruent. Interesting in combination with me, but not incongruent.”

“I must say, you have an interesting use of language. Not only do you use my language, but in an interesting range of grammatical word usage.”

He seemed to share that smile, again. “Not surprising, really, since we must connect with the traveler if we are their Spirit a****l.” I nodded, happy to have diverted his focus from that part of my body. He gave me that silly wolf-grin, again. His nose came to my mouth. I could feel the exhalation of air through his nostrils on my lips. I heard him sniff at my breath, his eyes focused on mine. Then, he became even bolder and obvious. His tongue came out and licked my lips. Then, his head lowered while remaining a breath from my flesh. He lowered to between my breasts before moving to my right one, all the while sniffing and smelling as he moved. His tongue came out, again, licking my nipple several times, sending little electrical signals through my body.

I sucked in a breath, tensed and waiting. Just as I anticipated, he moved to my left breast and did the same thing, it taking only a couple licks of his long, wide tongue to bring the nipple to full erection. His snout moved off my nipple and began to lower and I gasped, “Oh, god …”

A low, guttural sound rumbled from his throat that was a combination of chuckle and growl. “Oh god, indeed. You are quite a female, aren’t you, PET?” I could feel his breath on my crotch and he was sniffing. I looked down and could see his nostrils flaring as he took in the smell of me. The next was almost a mumble from his throat, “Your scent is …”, another sniff of his flaring nostrils, “… is intoxicating.” His tongue came out and licked at the space protected by my tightly clamped thighs. His tongue probed and licked and I felt my will to resist evaporate until my feet spread. I shifted my left foot only six inches, but that apparently was enough for his insistent tongue as I felt the wetness slide along the length of my pussy. My right foot moved out another six inches and when his tongue went between my thighs the next time, I cried out.

He pulled back and sat on his haunches and watched me. My hands were at my breasts and I moaned at the loss of his wet tongue sliding over my pussy and clit. I opened my eyes and didn’t care what he might be thinking as one hand slid down my body to replace the missing tongue on my pussy.

Then I froze as his most recent comments sunk into my consciousness. “Wait … what … you called me what?”

“PET. Isn’t that what he calls you? It has some playful meaning, doesn’t it?” I nodded.

“But, how would you know that?”

“I am your Spirit, remember? I was going to say he was your lover, but you have quite a few lovers, don’t you? He is special, though, I can see that.” He moved over to the pool of water and lapped up with his tongue. He sat on the small grassy section near the water. “Since you are not of The People, you may not be aware of the significance of having me as your Spirit a****l.”

I was still flushed from his teasing of my body, but I moved to join him on the grass. I even bent over to drink some water myself, sucking it up from cupped hands. Even if I wasn’t thirsty now, I might not have another chance.

I sat in front of him on the grass. I sat cross-legged, knowing I was exposing myself fully to him, but I figured two could play the teasing card. He told me succinctly what Wolf as a Spirit a****l represented. He watched me closely as he spoke, gaging my reaction to the indicators he provided.

Wolf brings instinct, intelligence, an appetite for freedom, but also an awareness of the importance of social connection and belonging in a larger group. While Wolf is capable of being and often found alone, it is most effective when a part of a pack. I could definitely see this in me. I reveled in being my own person, a strong and independent woman of the business world. In a way, I had little other option before; I had been completely alone. But now, as Sharon pointed out, I have blossomed into more within our makeshift family structure under Hein. With the realization that I can still be my own person but also a part of something larger, I have gained so much more in return.

Wolf also reflects sharp intelligence and strong instincts in dealing with important and complex matters. This was exactly the qualities Hein saw in me and desired for the business half of the relationship. His ability to recognize that so quickly and to trust in that recognition made me nervous, at first. It seemed like a lot to live up to and to perform to. But, his continuously calling on me to trust my instincts, not just in my ability to analyze numbers and information, has proven him right, even to me. It can mean that the recognition of Wolf as a Spirit can be a call to use those instinctual strengths in dealing with a challenge that is being experienced in life. Overcoming the challenge of being at Hein’s right-hand came relatively easy in the end. Overcoming the challenges that are to come in my life as a result of the Sociaal gatherings, however, have been working away inside my mind, whispering doubts and fears and uncertainty.

Then, he surprised me with the telling element of it all for me. His eyes were focused on my pussy and he seemed unfazed that I knew he was. His brazen attention to my sexuality seemed to be an opening for me to reciprocate and it was hard not to, anyway. It was easy to look between his front legs and under his body. Maybe, he wanted me to look. Maybe, it was part of the same game. What I saw, though, was stark … and arousing. About three inches of thick, reddish penis was protruding from his sheath. Then, we seemed to be playing some kind of game with each other, looking at each other’s sexuality, then up to our eyes. We both had smiles on our faces. If I was still in the tipi and this was some d**g induced dream, I have never had a dream like this … ever.

But, then, the explanation of the Wolf Spirit became still more intriguing. “Out of curiosity, how big was the owl you encountered?”

He was curious? That made me curious. “Very big. Much bigger than any owl I have ever heard of. Why?”

“What about me?”

I squinted at me, wondering where all this was going. “Again, much larger than I have ever seen depicted even in pictures. Again, why?”

“The size of the Spirit a****l encountered is an indication of the power of that Spirit within you. This is the largest I have ever been presented to a traveler.” He studied me, his eyes again falling to my exposed pussy. I was wet and I was sure he could tell that. “There is something else about the Wolf Spirit and I sense it will be very meaningful to you.” I leaned forward, felt my breasts swing forward slightly and saw his attention to them. This whole experience had already far exceeded anything I imagined and now there was something more meaningful. “The Wolf Spirit conveys an energetic imprint of strong sexual energy or addictive behaviors. I don’t sense addictive behaviors in you so it must be the sexual energy.” He paused as if to gage my reaction, but ‘strong sexual energy’ was certainly not news to me. “Is my appearance now positive or negative for you?” I indicated positive. How a monstrously large wolf can be positive when mere feet from me, I wasn’t sure, but he was positive in my reaction to him. “Good. A positive tone or reaction is interpreted as a guiding symbol for trusting your instincts more or expressing them in such a way as to feel at ease and supported in your sexuality and your partner’s sexual expression and cravings in your life. This can be most indicative in a relationship where the male partner may be pushing his sexual desires and, correspondingly, pushing your sexual boundaries.” His eyes piercingly considered my reaction, again. He must have been intrigued by my calm. “This reflects closely to your sexual relationship?”

I nodded while studying the ground separating us. I came into this Journey with only a few concerns that were niggling, not highly significant, but were still teasing at my subconsciousness while not elevating to real concerns that I worried about. One was the idea of increasingly erotic, stimulating, and challenging sexual situations presented by others to me. Even though it has been a wish and fantasy of mine, there is that old saying about being careful what you wish for. Accounting to my Wolf Spirit, these new situations filtered by my partner, Hein, can be entrusted to my instincts and my trust in Hein.

The other little niggling thing in my mind was not addressed and may be far too complex. That little thing is what is happening between Hein and me? I have the feeling that something is, but that was not part of our agreement, plans, or expectations when this started. This Journey, however, remains shockingly amazing. My expectations from the descriptions provided by the others was a kind of woo-woo-horoscope-meditation experience. This has felt so much more and so much more accurate to my inner self. And, I reminded myself the rope did not end here, but was continuing on to something else. But, I felt strongly that I was not concluded with the Wolf Spirit.

I raised my eyes from the ground where they had been focused during my thoughts and moved them to his. He was quietly waiting for me. I felt myself heat up with a blush spreading over me. “Yes, your explanation is very much what my situation is. As you say, I have an extremely high sexual energy and have a need/desire to be challenged by more intense situations. I found that in my partner. He has, however, recently expanded the source of challenges and ideas to include others outside our familiar group. I think that is a source of what tension I might have been harboring.”

He was quiet and seemed to be studying me. I glanced down his body as I would if he were Max or Axel sitting in front of me. What I saw set off an immediate rush through my body. A thick, red penis was exposed from his sheath. And, it was very large. I fought for some control by returning my eyes to his head, but my glance repeatedly dropped down as if not believing it was real. For his size, the cock showing might have been just proportional, but his size was extremely large.

It was awkwardly quiet. My attention was focused on his erect and exposed cock, but his brazen and bold attitude of before seemed to have waned in the face of my changed manner. The words stumbled from his mouth, “That’s all I have for you as your Spirit guide.”

Without taking my eyes from his groin, “It would appear not to be the case.”

I didn’t say anything else. I didn’t indicate for him lay on his side as I might have Max or Axel do. I moved to my hands and knees, crossing the short space between us and forced my way between his front legs, my head and shoulders lowering until my mouth was at the tip of his cock. I licked the tip of the pre-cum formed there, then kissed it before taking three to four inches of it into my mouth.

His reaction seemed to rumble from deep in his throat, maybe his chest, “OH … I … I have never … felt anything … like this.”

I mumbled a ‘thank you’ around his cock, but I wasn’t prepared to release it now that I finally had it, my mouth sliding up and down half of its still growing length. He was licking my ass that was underneath his head. He wasn’t quite getting to my pussy, but his attempts were delicious.

I pulled back and gazed at the cock in front of me. I gasped at the sight of the largest canine cock I have ever seen and made me think of the horse cock Samantha introduced me to. This was much smaller, but it was the largest cock I had seen or imagined short of the horse. The pre-cum was dripping from the tip and I sucked the tip for what was there before turning around underneath the b**st while remaining crouched low to fit and move. I squeezed back through his front legs and rose up to full height on my hands and knees, only then feeling his furry chest and belly on my back. I turned my head to look up at his head.

“You have one more thing to give me, Spirit O’ my Spirit. How many of the human females that have come to you as their Spirit did you end up like this?”

“None.” There was heavy panting above, before, “Are you for real?”

“I am real. The question would seem to be, are you real. Because, if you are, this is going to surreal.”

The time for talking was over, apparently. He moved his hind legs into my butt and I felt his hard cock jab my butt-cheek. I used my hand as a guide, as I did for my boys, and I felt his cock slide across my palm, glance off one side and into my pussy. Between the pre-cum, he was leaking and the wetness I had been experiencing for some time, his cock slid into me and didn’t stop until he was deep.

When his powerful front legs grabbed me and pulled me back, it was just that. With my boys and Harley, it was as much them pulling themselves into me as much as them pulling me onto them. In this case, it was entirely me being pulled further onto his cock. My knees slid a few inches along the grassy ground as he took complete control over our mating. He was a massive b**st and it was never so obvious to me as it was then. His cock was long and large. He filled me like nothing has ever filled me before. When he pulled part of the way out to thrust back into me and begin the frantic fucking that was so canine, the deep penetration touched parts of me nothing, cock or toy of this size has ever touched. I felt the tip of his cock at the top of my vagina, the tip touching the opening to my cervix.

“Oh … my … GOD! Oh, yesssss …” I grunted and groaned under the onslaught of his unrelenting fucking, filling me and touching me like never before. I was quickly cresting to an orgasm and I hadn’t yet felt his knot. The thought of what his knot must be like sent me over the peak. I screamed out my release, “Oh god, YESSSSSSS! Please, please … never take it out of me!”

I arched my back, pressing upward into his belly, wanting the feeling of his fur on my bare skin as my body quaked in pleasure. I have never felt anything like this, so full, so encompassing of my sexual being. I used my training and newly defined strength to hold myself rigid against his onslaught, his driving of his cock into my pussy.

I was on the ebbing side of my orgasm when I felt his forming knot against my pussy. I gulped at the thought of it, but gasped at the expectation of what it would bring to me if his cock had already brought me so much pleasure. His cock was driving furiously into me and the knot was meeting the resistance of my pussy. His frantic, hyper-drive fucking was slowly replaced by an urgent pressing of his cock and knot at my pussy opening. The more he pressed at me and the more I pressed back at him, the more I began to feel this wasn’t going to work, he was too big. If his cock was so massive, how could I possibly take a knot of proportional size? There seemed to be no way. I relished the larger size of Max and Axel over other dogs I had experienced, what their knot did to me and for me. But this? Was this even possible?

My mind flashed to the horses Samantha and I played with. I remembered her comments, almost aside comments, that trying to fuck a horse vaginally scared her, but she had heard stories of women who had managed it and were rewarded with mind-blowing orgasms.

Suddenly, I knew I could do this and I knew that I wanted to. I wanted to take this knot and experience this completely. I refocused my mind, bringing my mind into meditative yoga practice with deep breaths and controlled release. I was willing my body to relax. I was willing my muscles to relax and stretch and yield.

I pressed back, not with stress, but with visualization and freedom of body. I saw in my minds-eye my pussy widening, stretching, yielding to the intruding member of this b**st on my back. My pussy stretched. Moments of panic at the feel of it forced a refocusing, which yielded more stretching. I could feel his knot slowly stretching me and entering me. He groaned and grunted, sounds that were non-wolf like, but coming from deep in his chest and rumbling out over my head as he continued to press and thrust against my body’s natural resistance.

In a moment of stark clarity and awareness, I felt the exact moment when my pussy was opened around his knot at its widest. The next moment it was inside me. It had to be many inches in length as well as thickness because his cock tip was suddenly not just deep inside my vagina, but pressing brutally at my cervix and the top of my vagina. Each next hampering thrust probed at the end of my vagina until … OH MY GOD! … until the tip of his cock pressed against my cervical opening and the tapered end teased it open with a violent thrust, penetrating me even more fully. It hurt as it stretched me and penetrated me where nothing this size had ever been before. It hurt and I screamed in response, but it quickly transformed into a wanton and bizarre sensation of pleasure. Unlike anything I had experienced before, a new pain or discomfort that gave way to an exotic taste of pleasure, something I wasn’t sure I would ever be able to explain or understand. But, it was real in the moment and in the reality of the experience.

The combination of pains, the excessive stretching of my pussy by the massive ball of flesh and the intrusion of my cervix by the cock tip, sent me into another orgasm, this one as strong or stronger than the previous one. My body shook underneath this b**st that was devouring me sexually and my pussy muscles seemed to be in a constant state of spasms around the knot and cock deeply embedded in it. The front of my body collapsed onto my forearms, my forehead on the back of my hands as my body continued to shake and shudder as I rode out the tremors that were my orgasm.

Somewhere within a part of my consciousness, I felt his cock change, his knot and cock becoming ever more rigid and large within me. That conscious impression was immediately followed by the sensation of my insides be washed by powerful spraying of cum, most filling my pussy but, as he pressed powerfully into me with the tip penetrating my cervix, some entering into my womb. Whatever egg was inside me was awash with wolf seed, tiny wolf sperm on a short and unopposed journey in finding my egg. The very thought sent a delicious, taboo, a****listic shudder of impossible expectation.

I don’t know what happened. I had no recollection of when it started or how it started. Suddenly, my eyes and body registered that I was moving in a jerking fashion backward, my knees no longer on grass but that weird, soft sand. My head was still resting on the backs of my hands as I was pulled back a foot, then paused, then moved, again. That my head was resting on my hands and not pressed into the ground caused me to think I hadn’t passed out but must have … something …

The knot inside me still felt huge and gave no indication that it might be ready to come out anytime soon. Behind me, or in front of me as I was going backward, was a trail of grooves from my knees and my hands. Oddly, neither my knees or hands seemed to be affected by being dragged along the sand.

“Where are you going? It isn’t as if I don’t have a life to return to.”

He laughed that deep, rumbling, throaty sound. “You relaxed so completely and I wasn’t sure how long you might be like that or how long we might be tied. So, I decided I would try to help you.”

“Again, where are you going?”

“I don’t know. I am only following the rope. That was what you were doing, isn’t it?”

“Oh, yeah. The rope. The rope didn’t end at you, did it.” He stopped and we both turned to look at each other. “How long have you been pulling me? Wait … you’ve been pulling me just by the tie of our mating?!?”

He gave me that smile. “Indeed. You are very tight, PET. Also, you respond very easily, don’t you?”

I furrowed my eyebrows at him. “What do you mean, ‘respond very easily’?”

“You’ve been spasming and moaning nearly the entire time.”

He started moving again, and I felt the sharp impact of the knot against my g-spot and a sudden rise of arousal. “Wait! Stop!” My god, I’ve been orgasming all this time? No wonder I feel so completely limp and drained. I needed to stall for time and maybe the knot will shrink with a loss of stimulation. “Is it even possible for me to have a third Spirit a****l?”

“Anything is possible. What I am wondering, though, is if you are about to meet another, will you respond to him like you did with me.”

My god, he is openly wondering if I will be fucking the next a****l, too? That was when I felt the knot shrinking and my pussy expanding. That was also when I realized how much of my weight he was supported by his knot. It burst out of me and I fell to the sand.

* * CHAPTER 18: SPIRIT JOURNEY - BEAR will follow * * Thanks for reading.