2 Years Later
A warm wind blew through the cobble streets as the sun rose on another pleasant summer's day. A hanging wooden sign gently swung back and forth, which bore the outline of a wolf and beneath it was carved out "Wild Hunt Butcher." A new business in town opened by a couple who had traveled from down south in England, one of them claiming to be a huntress. Her claims couldn't be contested, for they always had a regular supply of fresh meats.
Sleeping in the apartment above the shop, Francis slowly opened his eyes and began to stir. The morning dawn was starting to peak through the windows, and he could hear birds chirping outside. He had hardly moved when he felt Morgana squeeze him from behind.
"Finally awake, lamb?" She asked.
Feeling secure and comforted in her big arms, he gently smiled and put his hand over hers. "Yes, now can you please let go? We need to get ready to open the shop soon."
"Oh no, we can't have that." She locked his legs with hers. "I'm in the mood."
Her hot breath against his ear, he couldn't deny the temptation. It didn't help that he could feel her bare skin against his back. Her habit of sleeping naked was largely practical given how large her wolf form was, and he had started going to bed naked himself as an act of solidarity. Only, that led to many mornings such as this.
"Fine..." he said, inevitably relenting to her advances "but let's not dally long."
She pushed his head down, making a rather clear signal what she wanted him to do. She rolled over onto her back, while he crawled under the sheets. From her perspective he looked like moving lumps, but she didn't need to see him. She felt his tongue running along the length of her labia, lapping at it and flicking at her clitoris. Breathing in her body odor, he pressed his lips against her as he stuck his tongue into her wet hole. She tilted her head back and smiled. He'd gotten much better at eating her out since they first met, yet another sign of how much her influence had rubbed off on him. But he had seemed so much happier in his new, corrupt and earthly state.
Twirling his tongue around inside, he massaged her inner thighs. She kept getting wetter and he could hear her pleased groans, a sign of how well he was doing. Eventually he moved up just a little, and started sucking on her clit. He sucked as hard as he could, making a slurping sound as he swallowed her acidic juices.
She stifled her voice and locked him in with her legs. "Keep that up, slut." She commanded. "Give that hard nub special attention."
He stuck his fingers inside, wiggling them around while he continued to pleasure her clit with his mouth. Licking and sucking, he kept at it until she came. She gripped his head through the sheets and tightened her leglock, while his face got messy with her fluids and he got a full view of her climaxing pussy.
While Morgana took a brief moment to catch her breath, he remembered something he'd dreamed of doing before. Now seemed as good a time as ever, so he decided to take advantage. Raising himself, his head came out from under the sheet as he got on top of her. Looking down at her blushing face, framed by messy black hair, he smiled.
"What are you doing?" She asked.
