The Frost Wolf's Savage Heat
Snap out of it, will ya?
"Grr..."
I pulled the wriggling Tier into my arms, gently stroking her back and nipping at her nape. She gave in to the physical temptation over any rational thought, carefully biting back at my neck in return.
That's a bit harder than usual?
Normally, she'd respond to my bites in kind, always with a submissive vibe—like yielding to my dominance. But now? It felt like affectionate grumbling, laced with a hint of protest. Feeling the faint prick of her canines against my skin, I couldn't help but snort. No matter how docile she acted around me, her feral wolf nature shone through, wild and vicious. It was pure beastkin instinct.
"Mmmph...!"
Did she take my snort as mockery? Unable to speak with her teeth on my neck, she let out a muffled grumble, her tail thwacking my thigh in clear annoyance.
"Nah, nah. Just tickles. Heh."
"..."
As I spouted my lame excuse, her tail and mouth went slack—probably thinking her little sulk had paused my teasing. But her arms tightened around me in contradiction. When your woman acts this cute and needy, ignoring it as a man would be a goddamn crime, right?
I obliged, biting her nape again to match her demands. Only then did she relax fully, leaning her whole body into me with utter trust. Judging by her playful antics, I had a feeling her neck was off-limits for the rest of the day.
She's always been a doggy-style girl at heart... but face-to-face ain't bad either.
The mood was ripening nicely. Her lower body, nestled in my lap, had climbed atop my thigh, her legs now locking around me like her arms—restraining me just as much. Tier clearly wanted this position, and my lips curled into a grin.
Back during her first time, blinded by lust, she'd instinctively raised her tail and thrust her ass back. Now? Even in heat, she demanded her preferred pose. I couldn't be more satisfied.
Nothing turns me on like a woman I've trained sexually, mimicking and begging for what I taught her.
Sure, if a virgin—or non-virgin—claimed no experience, most guys in this day and age would shrug it off with "virgins are rare anyway" and dive in if they loved her. But if she came at you with expert seduction moves? Any sharp guy would taste bitterness, wondering about her past. Not that I gave a fuck—unlike those noodle-brained simps obsessed with purity. This was about my woman, devoted and true.
Smirking, I quietly slid my hands along her lower back, caressing her in ways that erased all other thoughts. True to her light-clothing obsession, her exposed erector spinae muscles twitched under my rhythmic fingers. Tier pressed her hips forward in sync, grinding subtly.
"Hah... ngh..."
Her hot, breathy sighs filled my ear—proof her body was already aflame, no further foreplay needed. But honestly? No matter the trigger, I didn't want to rush this under the moonlit outdoors. I firmly held her strengthening body, preventing her excited bucks from toppling me.
Feels like a real wild wolf now... fresh vibe. Her hair's gotten way brighter too... wait... what?
Absentmindedly grinning as she nestled close, my fingers naturally combed and tousled her hair. It always gleamed snowy white in sunlight or dampness, lush and alluring. But now? It shimmered with an icy blue-silver sheen—frost wolf incarnate, sharp and piercing.
"P-Po... ppiya...?"
"Grr...!"
"Oh... fuck. Never mentioned a transformation like this."
I carefully pulled away from her neck to assess, twisting my head without disturbing her too much. She growled in a rougher tone than usual—like reason had fled her.
"She was fine and feisty just moments ago. What the hell triggered this?"
Chomp!
"Well, damn?"
Her fangs and jaw strength couldn't scratch me, but it'd draw blood on anyone else. This new side of Tier left me utterly baffled.
If she'd gone full aggressive—tearing at my throat, attacking with her whole body—I'd get it. But she was just stronger, still nipping lovingly with clan affection, grinding her hips against my cock in needy rubs. My girls always got me hard on reflex, but her feral stimulation pushed me to full mast. And she loved it, grinding clothed against me—bewildering as hell.
"M-Maybe... shit."
Pondering the wolf-linked event, her unusually blue-tinged hair clicked it. I looked up—two full moons hung brazenly, bathing the fantasy world in stark white and blue light. Head nodded on instinct.
Wolf beastkin and werewolves... similar enough. Most media reflects that in character creation.
Tier wasn't sick or insane—her reactions screamed true heat. Past arousals? Fakes compared to this primal frenzy. No deep overthinking; I slid my hands from her back to ass, carefully peeling off her clothes one by one.
Not serious, so no real worry... but why now? I've seen double full moons before.
I hadn't anticipated this; no prior changes in similar conditions. On double full-moon nights, she'd been extra affectionate—deep fucks, sure—but vibrant and lively, not feral. As I stripped her between thoughts...
Emotional limit? Only difference was confessing my trash deeds...
Frost wolves got an activity boost under full moons—lively, not lost to reason. But stress, aggression, some mental trigger? They snapped like this—pure madness.
"Normally she'd rampage, but since I'm groping her sexually, her heat hit critical and shattered her mind... something like that?"
No better fit for the evidence. I nodded quietly.
"Grr! Grk...!"
"Yeah, that's right. Good girl... so cute..."
"Hng..."
Plenty of practice undressing her; soon she was bare. Annoyed at my loosened grip while I pondered, she grumbled.
"There, cutie's naked—so master strips too? Gotta separate a sec?"
Gently coaxing, I tried easing her off to undress.
Riiip! Rip!
"M-Mommy... w-whoa, our Poppi's overflowing with energy today?"
"Hng... haa..."
"R-Right. Top's off, I'll handle the rest?"
Refusing to detach, she bit my neck again, lifting her hips subtly—urging me to drop trou and free my cock. Raw, primal Tier—first time ever—had my throat dry, gulping hard.