27: Killing Some Time

The scent of the female hung thick in the air, and it was doing nothing, but making Viper's dick grow substantially. He felt as if he was being tortured. Punished. He knew that she desired him, but he also knew that as a human he had to approach it differently.

A Lycan female, as Viper knew, preferred a fast, hard pounding. Their only goal being procreation. There was no care outside of that. A mating that he could not attempt with his mate. She was far smaller than the shortest of Lycan females, and he in no way wanted to hurt her.

Viper ran his hand slowly down the center of her chest. Eliciting a small gasp from her. He allowed his hand to continue traveling to the small covering she wore on her lower half. At this point, he expected her to protest. To his surprise and delight she did not.

Viper removed the covering and had to contain himself from releasing a low growl. If he thought her scent was prominent before, it was even more so now. He was a bit frustr