transformed

Daphne's heartbeat doubled and her heart pounded in her chest as she ran through the thick forest. It was dark so she couldn't see the stones or wood that stood out. She could only grunt in pain when they injured her

She breathed in short gasps, struggling to get air. Each breath was a fight against exhaustion, which was getting tighter and tighter. The palace guards were getting closer, their footsteps loud and echoing through the trees. It sounded like the end of her freedom. She heard their voices, loud and commanding, cutting through the night air.

"Catch the witch! Make sure you get her!"

Her legs ached, muscles burning with the effort of maintaining speed. She couldn't stop; if they caught her, it would be the end. They would kill her without giving it a second thought. Panic clawed at her throat, making it even harder to breathe. She whispered into the void, a desperate plea for salvation.

"Please help me... I can't die..."

In that moment, something inside her snapped. A sharp pain eent through her body, starting from her spine and then manifesting outside. Her Bones cracked and shifted, muscles contorted and reformed. She could feel her skin stretching, fur shooting out in its place. Her vision blurred, but she didn't falter. Her transformation was complete in seconds, leaving her not as a human, but as a wolf.

The fear and panic that had gripped her moments before left her in an instant and it was replaced by a strange boldness. She felt powerful, invincible. The guards were mere obstacles now, ants beneath her paws. One by one, she took them down, her movements swift and precise. They never stood a chance.

When the last guard fell, she turned and ran as fast as she could. The forest was a blur around her. She didn't know where she was going, just that she had to get away from the palace and the danger.

But running had made her very tired. She was getting weaker and slower. Her vision was getting blurry, and everything was going dark. She tripped and fell hard to the ground. It hurt, and she felt herself going unconscious. Her eyes closed, and she didn't know anything else.

A soft kiss on her lips woke her up. She blinked, trying to focus on the figure hovering above her. There he was again, the man she had Always dreamt about so many times. His face was shadowed, but she could make out the contours, the strong jawline, the piercing eyes. He was almost naked, save for the briefs he wore, his muscular frame glistening with sweat.

He kissed her again, this time more passionately, his lips moving against hers with a hunger that matched her own. Her core throbbed with desire, a deep ache that demanded fulfillment. She moaned softly, her hands reaching up to scatter in his hair, pulling him closer.

"Take me," she whispered, her voice hoarse from disuse. "Please."

He didn't even give it a second thought before he obeyed. His hand reached down, taking in every inch of if her body, exploring all her curves, drinking in her warmth. She moves her body against him, her back lifting off the ground as he found a very sensitive part of her just below the navel. He played with it, teasing her and this drew an excited gasp from her.

"So eager," he murmured against her ear, his breath hot and sweet. "I've waited so long for this."

her body shuddered , her hips moving up involuntarily as she enjoyed every bit of his hand on her. Her mind was a mess, it was only filled with the sensations he was making her feel. But she needed more, she wanted more of him. Needed him to fill her and make the emptiness go away.

With a quick move, he places himself between her legs, his hardness pressing against her entrance. She pread her legs wider, inviting him in. There wasn't any need for further invite or encouragement, that was all he needed and with one swift and smooth move, he buried himself inside her, filling her completely.

They both groaned at the contact, their bodies fitting together perfectly. He began to move, slow at first, building the tension until it was unbearable. Daphne clutched at him, her nails digging into his back as she urged him on.

"Faster," she begged, her voice breaking. "Please, faster."

He gave in picking up the pace hitting her pleasure spot and sending her into heights she could only imagine. He kept up the pace till they were both lost in the rhythm of their union. Esch thrust sent waves after waves of pleasure crashing over her, threatening to drown her in the sea of ecstasy. She could feel herself getting closer to the edge, her body becoming tensed in anticipation.

"Come for me," he growled, his voice raw with need. "Let go."

That was all it took to set her free. She cried out loud as her body shook with pleasure. It felt like a powerful wave washing over her. He felt the same way and released his pleasure too.

They lay there, breathing hard, still connected, enjoying the happy feeling after making love. He pulled back a little and looked at her with a smile. "Welcome home," he said in a warm and loving voice.

Daphne's eyes opened slowly, and the dream disappeared like fog in the morning sun. She sighed and sat up. It was another vivid dream, another meeting with the man who filled her thoughts. But this time, something was different. Usually, he said "come back home," but now he said "welcome home." It felt like a big difference.

"Short thing." A voice interrupted her thoughts, pulling her from her reverie. She turned, her heart skipping a beat. There he was, standing in front of her real and solid. No longer just a figment of her imagination.

She stared at him, her mind racing. This wasn't a dream. He was really here. And she knew, without a doubt, that her life was about to change forever.