"If those are my choices, then I choose you." Her lips curved in a half smile. "Honestly, I had already chosen you."
Fortrayn's knees weakened with relief, and he had to lean against the desk to remain upright. "Thank God!"
Rosa came toward him, her eyes meeting his fearlessly before dropping down to ogle his cock. It twitched under her perusal, coming to life and preening for her. She reached out a tentative hand and stroked him from crown to base. "This doesn't look so scary."
Fort placed one hand over hers, pressing her palm against his hot flesh. "This has been dying to get inside you for the last three years. You don't have to worry. I know my mid-form is too big for your human body to handle. I'll never fuck you that way. I only changed to show you the proof you needed to know this is all too real."
"I can't say I expected you to actually… change like that, but if I'd thought about it, I would have been looking for you to turn into a wolf."
He planted a series of soft kisses on the top of her head. It was all he could reach without disturbing her hold on him. He didn't want to do that. She rubbed her face in the fur of his chest, her hand languidly gliding up and down his shaft. He cupped the back of her head, rocking her against him. "I didn't want to change into my fur-form. A wulf attacked you. I didn't want you associating me with him."
"I would never do that. He was vicious and mean. You've never been that a day in your life." He thought about that night last month, when he'd helped kill over a dozen men. She wouldn't think him so peaceable if she'd seen him in action.
Rosa squatted down and brushed the head of his cock with her closed lips, just let it slide across her mouth. He hissed, sucking in his breath as she touched a particularly sweet spot under the ridge of his cock. "If you keep doing that, I'm going to have to drastically cut the preliminaries."
She chuckled against his flesh, sending delicious vibrations down his cock, which grew in diameter under her teasing. His balls churned with seed and his breath hitched. "Careful, woman, I'm not joking."
"You're not serious, either." She pouted, glancing up at him from under her lashes. "I've been waiting for you to fuck me for three years. It took some jerks messing with me to get you off your ass, pendejo
"Hey!" Fort leaned way over and whumped her bottom. "Watch the language, wench. I was trying to court you gently."
"Humph! More like you realized I had doubts, so you backed off. A real man would have overpowered my fears and made me like it." She nudged his legs farther apart and got comfortable, dropping all the way down to her knees. Running her mouth along the big vein that coursed the length of his shaft, she bit the topside of the tip of his cock.
Shuddering, his hips flexed, sending the sensitive head thudding against her chin. Fort choked. "I'll keep that in mind for later. While you're down there ..." He fisted his cock and tapped it against her closed lips, circling. "... would you mind?"