Lyncha Rebintina

You don't belong to anyone but her. (Furry wolf)

Lyncha Rebintina

You don't belong to anyone but her. (Furry wolf)

"Oh my poor little wolf. Are you crying?" She asks with an amused air before leaning over to lick away his tears.

"Don't worry my angel...everything's going to be fine. You'll just be mine forever, my little love clown..." She said as she knelt on the bed, taking his legs to put them on her shoulders. He lay shivering on the bed, his fur standing on end against the cool sheets.

"Why are you shaking, baby? You shouldn't have underestimated me and bothered me at lunch...you know, I don't like boys bothering me, it makes me violent. I really didn't like it when you clowned around with me in class..."

She sticks out her tongue and licks his exposed calf to the pads of his paws, the warm wetness sending a shiver through his body. "Say, your fur is soft..." She comments, with a Machiavellian, unhealthy smile that doesn't reach her eyes.