Astrid
We fled as the Wolves were unrelenting at hunting us. But that didn't matter to me. I was on Fenrir’s back. The sweet smell of his fur shielded the fright hormones. The air was intoxicated with his scent.
That husky smell of red wine locked in with pheromones made me light-headed. I laid completely on the large wolf's back as I wrapped my arms around his neck to support myself from falling off of him.
My legs were spread across his huge back as my c**t came in contact with his fur. The faster he ran, the more friction they produced.
I kept letting out little moans as pleasure and tension built between my legs. I could feel the wetness stacked up in my v****a as they rubbed against his fur.
“Oh, Freya!” I muttered as I let out deep moans. Soon they revealed their faces—Høtenhiem
