**Author's Note: Part 5 and Part 6 will take some time. I pray for your patience and indulgence...
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Cash tugged on his chain as light poured into his nice den. The moon was growing fuller each night. His male organ throbbed at the memory of Serafina's gleaming olive skin, firm breasts and round buttocks.
He salivated as he thought of her pussy in his face, its scent in his nostrils, in his blood. He drank from his aluminum water bottle with an unquenchable thirst, flicking his tongue at the tip imagining it to be Serafina's erect dark nipple.
He broke out in a sweat. His body was rioting robbed of its comfort. In a frustrated roar, Cash threw away the water bottle with such force it became embedded in the wall. Fuck. So much for not damaging the den this month.
Serafina said she would be back after the full moon. It felt like a hundred years. The wolf within Cash could not be easily contained without his stress reliever. He tore his den apart, pulling at his chain so hard that the wall actually began to fracture.
That's when he found them. Cash looked down to see a pair of Serafina's silk panties that she left one night. He picked it up and buried his face in them. The scent was faded but already his nerves began to settle. That vanilla spice scent washed over him like a soothing hot shower.
Cash hardened as he brought the stained silk panties to his mouth. His cock became so painfully hard he needed to sit down. Cash untied his sweats then began stroking himself as he smothered his nose in her scent.
He imagined Serafina's mouth, full and hot planting kisses on his body, taking him into her mouth and sucking as her tongue played along his pulsating shaft. His skin burned with desire as he rubbed himself. He stuck the panties into his mouth, sucking up her taste as if he had been in the desert for months and finally found an oasis.
Cash came and the beast within him settled for a while. He wondered if these panties will last him until Serafina came back.
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Serafina woke up alone in her bed with the sea breeze softly kissing her good morning. Her ivory sheets were a mess. Last night was a blur of skin on skin and orgasms. Dyre quenched the fire in her womanhood and eased the ache she felt for Cash's touch.
She lay back as she kicked off the stifling sheets, basking in the morning air. Her nipples puffed up as the salty wind licked across her flesh. She smoothed her hands down her thighs, along her hips, then up her body, stretching and yawning like a feline waking from an indulgent nap.
A smile played on her lips that still seared from Dyre's touch. Her pussy was still sticky with her love juices and his cum. She could feel her womanhood throb with the memory of Dyre pounding her from every angle until Serafina thought she would be black and blue.
She sat up and pulled on a silk robe then walked out onto the balcony. She breathed in the exotic salty air as it combed through her curly bed head. Maybe she'll hit the beach today...
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Serafina suggested a beach day for them all. Crysta had amazing stamina and was only slightly hung over saying, "As long as we have Bloody Marys I'll be good."
"I love a good run on the shore," Garrett watched Serafina with a suggestive glint. Serafina stole a look at Dyre who was sitting on the floor leaning against the railing and ignoring Kenya's salacious eyes. Then he slipped underneath the table while Crysta and Garrett talked about plans.
Serafina kept a straight face as she felt Dyre nudge against her leg. His lips softly traced up along her calf giving her goosebumps. She licked her lips as she felt his nose and lips brush against her knee. His canines scraped against her sensitive skin giving her sensual chills.
Garrett and Crysta became static as Serafina felt the rising hum of lust. Dyre shoved his whole face in between her thighs. He inhaled her feminine scent and she swore she could feel the smile of his mouth as she grew wet with anticipation.
Serafina adjusted her in her seat as Dyre's lips caressed hers. She was wearing thin lace panties that were perhaps soaked by now. Dyre sucked on the material, tasting her savory juices. Her clit stood at attention and throbbed with need. Electricity surged through Serafina's whole system as Dyre's tongue teased her along her slit, flicking across her budding clit.
Amazingly he kept quiet as he moved her panties aside then drove his tongue deep within her wet succulent heat. Serafina's thighs tensed and squeezed the werewolf's head. Serafina bit her lip hard to stop herself from moaning and alerting any suspicion to her.
Yet her breathing was starting to get labored. Her breasts gently rising and falling as she resorted to that relaxing yoga breathing. Outwardly she exuded calm but on the inside was a riot of hot pleasure threatening to burn her alive.
"I'll pick out a bikini," Crysta adjusted her big movie star sunglasses and with Garrett and Kenya begrudgingly trailing behind her. Finally! Serafina leaned back in her chair, gasping for air, caressing Dyre's head as he whipped her into submission with his rough yet long tongue.
Serafina was held captive by desire as Dyre sucked and nibbled on her rosebud. Heat bloomed in her core and spread all over as she pulled the werewolf further into her pussy. She whimpered yet still bit her lip to prevent a chorus of euphoria from escaping and ruining this erotic moment.
Then Serafina gushed a flood into Dyre's sinful mouth. A white blinding heat that would make the sun envious flashed through the pop star leaving her trembling with satisfaction. Dyre continued to lap up her juices. The hum of his lips vibrated Serafina's pussy making a lasting impression on her lips.
She would have kissed him if Dyre hadn't slipped through her grasp. That's when Serafina saw Garrett coming her way. She crossed her legs to hide the mess his werewolf had made of her thighs and smiled. Garrett assumed that glassy look of lust in her dark obsidian eyes was for him but that only made it seem funnier to Serafina.
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Serafina put on her yellow bikini that perfectly caressed her full breasts and hid the smooth black hairs of her womanhood while accentuating her curves. Crysta wore a white strapless bikini that bound her small breasts and pushed them up to give her a bigger bust and the color was a stark contrast to her fine ebony skin.
Even though there wasn't a camera around Crysta always walked as if she was on a runway. She owned the ground she walked on which was what drew Serafina to her best friend. They both held their chins high and damned the ones in their wake.
Garrett pulled Serafina into the sapphire waves while Crysta watched under an umbrella with Kenya on a gold leash. Dyre still wore his collar but Garrett preferred to let him have his freedom.
"Aren't you afraid he's going to bolt?" Crysta asked exasperated.
"Why would he bolt when I treat him so well?" Garrett tilted his head to the side and grinned.
Serafina let out a ringing laugh as she felt Garrett's strong grip hold onto her waist and pulling her against his body as the cool salty waves crashed over them giving the pop star goose bumps. Serafina tasted the briny sea as she felt the heat of Garrett's body pressed against her.
She squirmed against him causing him to get excited and she felt the slight hardening of his organ against her tail bone. The feeling made Serafina chuckle. She turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck then pressed her pubic bone against him making him groan slightly.
