Thread: Leader of the Pack (Rpfiend_123 x InitiateInspiration)

Her responses to his questions were sweet, and he smiled a wide, toothy grin. White canines glistening. He didn't smile much around humans in general - once, he'd smiled at a woman on the street, and she mistook it for an aggressive baring of teeth and called the cops on him. Since them, it was tight lips and doe eyed expressions on the street - but around Grace, he could react normally. Well, mostly normally. At the current moment he was having to fight certain urges. She rubbed the fur on his thigh, then on his chest, and soon her head was in his lap. He laid a paw on her bare stomach, the thing almost covered her entire width. Thick pads stroked her bare skin in sympathetic rhythm of her own hands as they rubbed his fur. His eyes glanced down at her beautiful smiling face and tiny body, half exposed to him in her less-than modest summer attire. Human-like as he was, there were still certain things a wolf loved. Scratches was one of them, and Grace had seemingly mastered the art of pleasurable, non-sexual touch with him. His leg started to twitch in pleasure, flicking out quickly and at regular intervals. At one point, he began panting. His big red tongue slowly slipped out of the side of his mouth and his eyes began to flutter closed. He reveled in the feel of her small, soft hands curling up in his fur. His hand that laid on her stomach responded too as it firmly gripped at her midsection. Soon, though, the ever self-controlled alpha shook himself from the trance like state. Slurping his tongue back in and stiffening his leg to keep it from knocking the coffee table over. He slipped his other hand up to her hand that was on his chest, and gripped it firmly. Ok, ok.. He said, That felt really good. Thank you. The hand that was on her stomach loosened and he slid it from her and onto the couch. He was all of a sudden, and keenly aware of a secondary reaction his body was having to her touch. Beneath the thick grey fabric of his sweatpants, and beneath a sheath of black skin and fur, his wolf cock had begun to emerge and stiffen. When aroused, it would protrude thickly and wet and red and angry - ready to mate and impregnate whatever it desired. Of course, it was mostly indiscriminate, and didn't care that Grace was a human.. and 15.. especially at his age, he was at the height of his prime. It slowly grew and pressed upward, tugging up at one of the sweatpant legs along his thigh. If Grace's had laid on the other thigh, she surely would have felt it press on the back of her head and lift it upward, but as it stood, he lucked out, and she was resting against the other one. He bit down on his bottom lip, his sharp canine drawing a sharp feeling of pain - hoping the negative feeling would reduce his arousal, but it didn't work. Something had to be done, or if she sat up, she'd obviously notice. There was no way of hiding it. He cleared his throat and looked down at her again. Excuse me, Grace. He said, flatly, scooping a paw underneath her head and moving her to sit up, facing away from him. As he did so, he stood quickly and walked around the arm rest and behind the couch, hoping to hide himself and his problem from her until he could disappear into his bedroom. Just umm.. grab something out of the fridge if you want it! He said loudly as he disappeared down the hall and into his room. The master bedroom in his home had a connected master bathroom as well. As such, he really only closed the door to his bedroom when he was changing, but normally left it open. He did so on this occasion as well and walked quickly across carpeted floors to the attached bathroom. In his hazy state, he left the bathroom door ajar a bit, leaning over the counter and beginning to breath heavily. His pulse quickened. His thick chest heaved and his member quivered against the front of his sweatpants. It grew painful. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband and pulled downward, freeing the red, slick cock with a sigh of relief as it sprung upward. Arrr.... he snarled animalistically, looking down at it. His frustration bubbled up in his core and he let out a gutteral growl. He absolutely had to get rid of this. He felt a bit childish, but knew what had to be done as he gripped the tip of his already stiff 9 inch rod. It had a several large knots that protruded from the side amidst thick veins that pumped the lifeblood of the erection. He stroked it quickly and firmly it was obvious that this little session was meant to a pragmatic relief rather than an indulgent pleasure. He snarled and panted, little bubbles of saliva forming at the fleshy corners of his jowels. His eyes clamped shut as he stroked, standing half naked, his sweats around his ankles in the bathroom. If one listened closely, and was in the other room, they could hear the little wet noises of skin on skin. His mind began to recall images of little Grace in the other room, bare skin and soft touches.. He growled deeper. Not an angry one, but one of hunger as his pace quickened - in that moment, he was unashamed by his thoughts. He felt them necessary, actually. Do the shameful thing in the privacy of your own bathroom and mind - not in the real world - and you'll be ok. He told himself.