There she goes, hopping from stone to stone, her breasts bouncing freely in her new tank top, climbing down over the rocks, closer and closer to the dark opening that attracts her attention. What is this about caves that always makes her so curious? They have a magical attraction, she just wants to know what lies there in the depth, hidden between cold rock and old dust.
She stands in front of the cave opening now, looks into the darkness. A chill, coming from deep within, brushes over her chest and makes her nipples rise. Does she dare to enter? She does. One step at a time, careful not to lose her balance. She is in now, a coffin of massive rock, before her a black hole that leads to nowhere.
She hears something. It moves. She listens carefully. Is somebody breathing in there, right before her, in the darkness? A wild animal perhaps? Better go back. She turns around, towards the daylight.
She doesn't even make it to the outside. One giant jump and he's on top of her. A strong arm wraps around her neck, another around her waist. She is paralysed, can't even scream. She struggles but it's useless. He is too strong, too dominant.
A baritone voice in her ear, husky and dark. "My my, what have we here? Such a delicious little treat..." She feels how he buries his face in her hair and sniffs up her scent. "Mmmm, beautiful day flowers and rays of sun. Fresh girly sweat. Such innocence. Should know better than disturb a wolf in the privacy of his cave."
She wants to tell him to let go. But the words get stuck in her throat. Then she feels his rough hand sliding under her tank top, dwelling over her belly. He caresses her. She is scared but his touch gives her goose bumps and makes the little hairs on her skin rise. She is shaking.
Still, she doesn’t resist as both of his hands dwell all over her. His body is pressed close against hers, his hot breath blows in her neck, his wild, musky scent is all around her. She is hypnotized. He moves so fast and secure. His fingers reach her breasts under the tank top, feel them up. He takes her nipples between thumb and finger and squeezes them, twists them softly, then with more pressure. Involuntarily they swell under his touch. Something seems to burst open deep inside her, honey flows. She is getting wet for him.
He becomes rougher now, grabs her hair and pulls her head aside, to lay bare her neck. His teeth bury themselves in her flesh, it hurts… and it feels good. Both are panting now. His tongue curls over her shoulders and neck, plays with her earlobe and then slips inside her ear. She should know better, but she moans.
