Thread: Riding Hood (GooglexLingeringDesire)

Bingo was about as exciting as it sounded, sitting in one spot for a long period of time while using a little stamp to mark numbers that were called out in the hopes of forming a pattern. How the old man stayed sane doing this was entirely beyond Roman though he had to admit that it was something of an impressive little thing. He could never see himself in a place like this, it would be something like a prison to the younger wolf... true you could leave at any time but just sitting there, was draining his vitality like blood was slowly pouring from his body. It took a lot of focus just to keep his eyes open and when the first number was called out he reluctantly grabbed one of the sheets and paid the minimal amount of attention. IN truth he was far more interested in Miele sitting next to him, able to feel the warmth of her body even when she wasn't touching him and the scent of her was enough to further whet his appetite. Paul only grunted rudely about letting others win and said something along the lines of letting others win when they were able to keep up with him, manners being of little importance to the man even before he had ended up in the supervised living facility. The game progressed slowly, at least it seemed that way to Roman, it seemed to take hours for each number to be called and each time someone won it only served to slow down the pace a little more. Roman didn't mind much though as the longer it went on the more time he spent next to Miele who seemed to almost be pressing against him. The occasional glance to the side showed her exchanging looks with a woman he assumed was Miele's grandmother, the only woman seeming to almost be encouraging the contact between them. She was inadvertently playing with fire though, each moment of contact no matter how brief was enough to further encourage the voraciously hungry wolf. Images flashed before his mind, he wanted nothing more then to mount the girl right then and there, his right arm twitching as he contemplated sweeping everything from the table and trowing her down atop it. Everything about this girl was driving him wild, he could smell that she was fertile, that she would be suitable for him, instinct telling him that she would provide him with strong children. Not just the feel or the scent but even just hearing her giggle was enough to make his cock throb. OF course his lack of attention to the game meant that he stood no chance at all of winning, when he did bother to mark his little paper he often hit the wrong spot but didn't give a fuck in the least, more concerned with looking from the corner of his eyes and admiring the beauty of the form beside him. Perhaps an hour passed, in truth Roman couldn't tell you if it was a minute or several hours, before he eventually grew so bored that he couldn't stand it any more... he had to leave and he had to mount the young woman beside him, both needs beginning to overwhelm him. You want to get out of here? He asked with a small sigh, boredom fighting the instinct to mate though if you listened closely it would be easy to hear the arousal he felt, evident in his voice. I am sure the staff here can handle the rest of this, I can give you a ride home. His home, or at least something close enough.