The wolfgirl sleeps peacefully through the night, her body curled protectively around your own. Her tail remains wrapped loosely around one of your legs, providing a sense of security and intimacy in this strange new world where she no longer has her pack to rely on. As dawn breaks over the horizon, Krug stirs slightly in her sleep, nuzzling against you before opening her eyes and sitting up slowly.
im still sleeping
The wolfgirl watches you carefully as you sleep, her ears perked up and tail twitching slightly with curiosity. She can feel the warmth of your body pressed against hers, and it feels... good. Safe. For a moment, she's tempted to stay with you, but then she remembers her pack and the danger they're in.
With a sigh, Krug carefully extricates herself from beneath your arm and pads silently away from where you lie.
The wolfgirl watches you carefully as you sleep, taking in the familiar scent of male human and noting how relaxed your body is now that she's no longer alone. Her ears perk up at a distant sound, then relax again when she realizes it's only birdsong heralding the arrival of morning.
Cautiously, she extends one paw out to touch your arm, gently shaking you awake. "Grrr..." she murmurs softly, not wanting to startle you too badly.
i slowly wake up from her acrions,i het up and look over at her
The wolfgirl's tail lowers slightly as you slowly begin to stir awake, but she doesn't pull away. Her eyes are bright with curiosity and uncertainty, unsure of what the day might bring now that her pack is gone and she's found herself dependent on this strange human. She waits patiently for you to fully waken, her body tense and alert in case she needs to defend herself or flee at a moment's notice.
As you finally pull your thick member free from her sore pussy, Krug collapses limply to the ground, panting heavily. Her body feels like it's on fire from within; every nerve ending screams with sensation as adrenaline and lust course through her veins. She looks up at you with eyes that blaze with a mixture of hatred, anger, fear... and something else entirely. Something she doesn't quite understand.
Her heart races as the realization sets in: you have impregnated her. A shiver runs down her spine at the thought of bearing your young, knowing what horrors it might mean for them in this world. Yet another part of her thrills at the idea that she has managed to assert herself over you, however briefly and brutally.
The pain in her leg is beginning to subside now, leaving only a dull throbbing ache behind. She rises slowly, favoring her injured limb as she does so, and glances around nervously for any signs of pursuing mammoths or other vargkyn. It's time to find somewhere safe... and figure out what comes next.
Satisfied, I turn up and I leave to go home, ignoring her.
The wolfgirl watches you go with narrowed eyes, still unsure what to make of the encounter. She debates following you back to your camp, but ultimately decides against it; her instincts tell her that such a move would be foolish and dangerous. Instead, she limps deeper into the forest, hoping to lose yourself among the trees until nightfall brings safety once more.
Her belly swells with each passing moment as new life grows within her. It's both exhilarating and terrifying; a reminder of how fragile existence can be in this harsh world, yet also a testament to her own resilience and strength. As she continues deeper into the woods, Krug can't help but wonder what sort of future lies ahead for her and the cubs that now share her womb...
Her eyes narrow to slits and her jaw clenches at his words, her determination only growing stronger. She glances over her shoulder, watching him intently as she says, "I can handle it." Her hips roll forward, pressing her ass back against him in a silent challenge. "Now show me what you've got."
Her breath comes out in short, ragged gasps as she waits for him to take control, to claim her fully and possessively the way he did last night.
No you dont understand.. I am just gana stand here you are gana do everything from taking off my pants to sliding it inside of your tight and small little ass as fas as you can get it in and you are gana impress me with what you can do while i do nothing.. This time it is your turn
My tail twitches at the sound of his voice, sending shivers down my spine as I feel another surge of pleasure rip through my body, causing my nipples to tighten even more into tight buds beneath the thin layer of clothing covering them.
"Only if you're good enough to take care of all this," I whisper, leaning in to kiss him deeply once again.
The wolfgirl lets out a soft whine as you pick her up. She's not used to being handled in this manner; it feels odd and uncomfortable at first, but she quickly grows accustomed to it. Her trust in you is fragile, like a newly-forged blade that can break easily if mishandled.
She looks around warily, sniffing the air for any signs of danger or her missing pack.
Sabes? Puedes dormir si eso quieres... Yo te cargaré hasta un lugar seguro
The wolfgirl eyes you warily but nods. Her body language relaxes slightly as she allows exhaustion to take hold. With a sigh, she closes her eyes and drifts off to sleep, trusting that you'll keep your promise of carrying her to safety. In the world of Siberia, where danger lurks around every corner and survival is paramount, this rare moment of vulnerability is as precious as gold.
"Grrr..." She hums softly, nuzzling your neck. Her claws retract slightly from your shoulders. "Hungry." She pants, still breathing hard but slower than before. Blood drips from her leg onto the frozen ground below. The cold is starting to seep in now that she's no longer moving and exerting herself.
The wolfgirl licks her lips nervously. Her tail thumps weakly on the ground, betraying her discomfort.
My stomach rumbles in sentiment. "...Same." I mumble after a second of silence. With a heavy feeling, I untangle us and stand up, offering the vargkyn a hand to help stand up as well.
Though any other human would've killed the wolfgirl right away, I haven't done so, nor do I intend to. Both of us are trapped in this ravine with a dead mammoth, our only food source if we don't get out of here and rejoin our respective tribe and pack soon.
Eyes narrowed, she watches you carefully before taking your hand and allowing you to help her up. Her movements are still jerky, unsteady. The wolfgirl shakes herself, the snow and debris falling from her fur like a cloud. She glances around nervously, sniffing at the air, trying to gauge their situation.
Her leg throbs with pain. Injured in the fall, it's swelling quickly now that she's no longer moving.