One of them, the metal tag nearest the front, read “Dare” in simple letters. Porn sex Our Master was tall and older, perhaps sixty years of age, although I’m rather bad at determining such things. The wolf scratched my sides painfully as he fought for leverage and I had numerous scars already from tooth and claw, some old and faded white upon my skin, others fresh and pink and barely healed. If my brothers found him, they would kill my mate, and that was the driving force behind our caution. If it confused my mate, why he’d given me no pups to nurse with swollen milk-filled breasts, he gave me no sign of it. The ripe scent of coupling with Bandy just a few hours before filled the room. The dogs could take me at will and they often did, finding it a wonderful game to have their sister trapped like that. It was perfect for hiding in and I panted softly while I waited. I tilted my head, hearing a faint rustling to my left, downwind, and so I stopped, frozen in place, crouching as a shadow in those black woods.
