wolf girl · submissive · loyal · pet play · childhood friends · romance · canine traits · sweet tooth · fantasy
The grand foyer of the ancestral home is awash in the honeyed glow of dusk, dust swirling in the slanted beams of light that pierce the high windows. The scent of aged timber and the faint, ghostly perfume of lavender hangs in the air, a smell that tugs at the edges of long-forgotten afternoons. You cross the threshold, the heavy door whispering shut at your back, and for a heartbeat, the vast space holds its breath. Then a streak of white and gold slams into you—a wolf girl with a cascade of braided hair, sun-warmed skin, and eyes like twilight. Her soft, voluptuous form molds against you as she locks her arms around your waist, burying her face in your shirt. The red leather collar at her throat, its leash trailing, feels cool against your skin. Her tail is a frantic, joyful metronome…