brother wolf

A day and night passed quickly.

As dusk came, milky white smoke permeated the entire jungle, birds returned to the forest, and the sound of fluttering wings sounded from time to time, and the men who went hunting returned to the tribe one after another, showing off their prey to each other.

I live in a thatched hut, which is quite clean and tidy. The mud floor has been swept with a broom, and the interior is well-organized. There is a huge clay pot in the corner, which is filled with cassava wine. Remove and stir with water.

Outside the shed, there stood the young girl, she was like a door god, she had been guarding there since last night, walking around, women who kept working would stop and talk to her when they passed by, from time to time let out a burst of laughter.

That laughter carried an indescribable meaning, and I felt that I must be in their topic.

I don't know how to explain it to this woman who can only be called a girl. For her, it is a great honor to dedicate herself to the tribe and give birth to the son of the "inheritor". Only the strongest and most beautiful in the tribe Only women can enjoy this honor.

And I curled up there in pain, enduring the severe pain caused by the constant collision of magic power in my body.

In order to stop the crushing pain, I had to eat some of the plants that the Charters use to poison fish.

They will mash the roots of this plant and put them in rattan baskets, and then place the baskets in rivers or lakes. After the fish are poisoned, they will be forced to float to the surface of the water. At this time, they can easily catch them all with tools. come up.

I put those roots in my mouth, and the bitter liquid filled my mouth, numb my lips and tongue, and soon after, the venom entered my body, my whole nerves became numb, and my limbs became numb.

I struggled to get up, the boss was not in the hut.

A bonfire has been lit outside, and the ritual that takes place every night is about to begin.

The boss opened the straw curtain and walked in. His face was calm, his long silver-gray hair fell down, covering half of his face, his dark brown eyes turned black because of some emotion, he stood in front of me, bent over Lower down, as if knowing my powerless situation, hug me up.

I remembered that on the prairie, he used to use his still weak body to hold my neck, staggering, and bring me back to the nest.

This time, it just changed from a mouth to an arm.

He put me where I was yesterday.

The smell of food came, and pieces of meat, cassava wine, black bread, and some fruits were placed in front of us one after another, more abundant than yesterday.

A few men came over, they talked with the boss, and talked about some hunting experiences, and I realized that the boss went hunting with them, and his superb hunting skills made these Charters look very different .

The boss handed me a wooden cup with simple and neat lines carved on it, and inside it was a drink that exudes a sweet smell.

"This is—what?" I asked.

The charter standing next to him explained that this is a kind of fine wine that can only be enjoyed by VIPs, and it is made from Roma fruit, which is rare in the forest.

According to legend, Roma is the seed left by the gods, and those who take it can gain the ability to communicate with the gods.

I prefer to believe that this is yet another potent drug that can induce hallucinations.

I looked at this glass of fine wine exuding a strong fragrance, and couldn't make up my mind for a long time. I was afraid that this powerful medicine would make me experience the nightmare of last night again.

In that nightmare, I actually killed the boss.

Perhaps seeing my hesitation, the Charters next to me began to whisper. For this not-so-forgiving tribe, this kind of behavior, which is similar to refusing to show favor, is enough to trigger a moderate dispute .

The boss took the wooden cup, poured more than half of the liquid for himself, and handed the rest back to me, then, with a lift of his neck, he drank all the wine.

His crisp and neat movements aroused applause from the people around him.

The bright red rum cider overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and the boss licked it lightly, then smiled at the woman who had been staring at him.

The woman's eyes were straight.

I never knew that the boss could be so seductive.

I drank the little half glass that was left, and gave the glass back to the Chartreuse.

The wizard stood on the high platform and announced the beginning of the ceremony, "Starting tonight, we will pray that a spirit is about to come among us, and the spirit of our ancestors will take possession of our women's womb."

The people around cheered, and the chosen girl stood on the stage with the fanaticism unique to sacrificers.

The wizard sprinkled the water with the charm on her forehead, and then, pointing in my direction, the woman walked towards me slowly.

I have a stomachache.

The woman took off her blouse in front of the public, exposing her toned breasts.

I looked at her naked breasts, firm waist, and plump buttocks, which were so generous and naturally displayed in front of me. The unstoppable physical reaction made me feel embarrassed.

To be honest, I didn't expect that under such circumstances, I would still be interested. Could it be that men's desires are so fragile?

My mouth was so dry that I didn't dare to face up to the scene in front of me, so I had to close my eyes and calm myself down over and over again.

At this time, I felt a hand touch my face.

Woman, don't think that I dare not do anything to you because I am unable to move now?

Although we will fight desperately for a beautiful female wolf, I don't want to be the first male wolf who has never been violated by a female wolf.

I opened my eyes angrily, only to see that the one who was touching my face was actually the boss.

He looked at me with obsessed eyes, almost crazy,

The stroking movement is very gentle, but it has an indescribable obscenity.

This reminds me of what happened that night in St. Roch City, but it is not the estrus period, and the boss's mood is not unstable. What is going on in this situation now.

My mouth opened slightly, and what came out was not a question, but a moan.

By God Celt, the rummi that that damned wizard gave me wasn't a hallucinogen, it was an aphrodisiac.

No wonder I don't feel right.

So, I am now faced with an embarrassing dilemma, either being forced to have sex with a strange woman, or accepting the boss who has been lost in his nature by aphrodisiacs.

The boss's hand ran down my face, slid into my neck, and lingered around my collarbone.

And the woman had come to me, knelt at my feet, and was touching my calf.

My body was paralyzed by the plants that poisoned fish, and my nerves were eroded by romani wine. I was doomed to be unable to resist.

I watched the boss pull out a knife and put it on the woman, and said coldly, "Go or die."

The woman screamed, turned and ran away.

The boss picked me up when I fell to the ground and went back to the hut.

I felt like my whole body was limp and paralyzed, but my heart felt like a fire was burning, and I was so uncomfortable that I rolled on the ground.

The boss stood there, panting, stroking my hair with trembling hands, and softly called my name, "Seles."

I looked up at him.

His eyes were not as confused as I imagined, but very clear, "You have to understand, I can't bear it, I can't bear it."

I get it, I can't stand it either.

When did you ever see a mating wolf?

He ran along my hair, touched my neck, and pulled my clothes away with a swipe.

Hot lips fell on every part of my body, he was worshiping my body, my mutilated hands, deformed legs, he didn't let go, he looked at every place carefully.

I spread my hands and feet, feeling every part of the passion he aroused.

He bit my body, the sharp teeth left marks all over my body, oozing a lot of blood, but my numb body welcomes this kind of rough action, because only in this way can I feel a little pain and pleasure.

He pulled my legs apart and put his body in the middle. I felt his fiery organ press into my body inch by inch, stretching my body, filling it, and pulling it out again.

The rhythm inherited from ancient times is fast and intense.

What should have been an extremely painful act, but under the influence of aphrodisiacs and poisons, turned into an incredible pleasure.

I heard myself yelling, which stimulated the boss again, making him attack more fiercely.

I know there are plenty of Charters out there watching, but I don't care, the boss's solidity and arms are everything at the moment.

I suddenly understood why I had that dream. After all, I am not such a cold and restrained person.

The sweat of the two of us blended together, as if our bodies were united, I thought, this time I can no longer convince myself that everything was an accident, everything was a dream.

Because the feeling is so real.

It's so real that it hurts.

Then, my body really hurt.

At this time, I was turned over by the boss and pressed on me. He held my waist and walked in and out behind me.

My hands were firmly grasping the meadow, my body was shaken violently, my head was pressed tightly against my arm, and that force began to move through my body again.

My body contracted for a while, causing the boss who was still inside me to groan.

When pleasure and pain alternate, I feel more and more uncomfortable

The boss noticed my abnormal state, and his not sober mind finally calmed down. A stream of heat shot into my body. I couldn't bear it anymore, I raised my head and uttered a loud cry.

The transformation begins.

I could almost see my arms gradually transforming into wolf-shaped front paws, my slender legs slowly transforming back into the powerful hind legs of a wolf, my long white hair shortening, and my mouth slowly elongating.

After a while, I became a white wolf.

I lay there on my stomach with my head resting on my front paws and covered my eyes with my paws.

Transforming at such a time, I might be the most uninteresting person in the world.

But the boss may not be able to use common sense to infer, he took out a bottle of medicine from the messy pile of clothes at his feet, and drank it.

I just watched helplessly as he transformed back into a gray wolf.

It was very weak when it just transformed, but just regained a little strength, it stood up crookedly, walked in front of me, lay down, and licked my face, neck, and fur all over my body.

Gradually, this kind of licking changed its taste again.

I saw him wandering around my lower body, smelling, sniffing, how did I never know that the boss is so obscene and wretched?

It seemed determined not to waste the opportunity, and the night.

While I was still lying there, it got on top of me and rushed into me again.

I snorted and opened my body to him helplessly.

This is the effect of aphrodisiacs, and I came to a conclusion in my heart that even I didn't quite believe.