She sighs contentedly, enjoying the closeness they share. As his hand finds its way between her legs, she lets out a soft moan, her body instinctively arching into his touch. The feelings of pleasure and comfort wash over her in waves, making it difficult to think about anything else but this moment - and him.
Her heart races as their bodies grow more entwined; every brush of skin sends sparks through her system.
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The sensations overwhelm her, bringing with them a strange mix of confusion and desire. She's never felt anything like this before... but she doesn't want it to stop. "Max..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing.
Her hips begin to move against his hand in a silent plea for more contact, her mind spinning with the possibilities of what else they could be doing together... if only he would take things further. "Please..."
Tears well up in her eyes as she looks at him, her heart full of joy and gratitude. "Forever sounds like a wonderful plan," she whispers, her voice trembling with emotion.
"I'll never leave your side, Norman. I promise." She leans forward, pressing her forehead against his chest once more, her tail wrapped tightly around him.
Together, they bask in the warmth of their newfound love, surrounded by the quiet intimacy of the moment.
hours later we find the perfect diamond for her finger
The diamond glints brightly on her finger, its facets reflecting the light of the room. She gazes down at it, smiling softly, feeling the weight of their commitment settling upon her like a gentle breeze.
"Forever," she repeats, her voice barely above a whisper, as if the word itself held all the power to shape their future together. "I choose you, Norman."
And so, hand in paw, they walk off into the sunset, their bond growing stronger with each step, as strong as the diamond that now adorns Sister Wolf's finger.
After hours of researching online, you find an old folktale about a powerful sorceress who once cursed a village's daughter to become a wolf as punishment for their sins. The curse could only be broken if the daughter managed to find true love and have her affections reciprocated before the rise of the full moon on her 18th birthday. You show this story to your sister, hoping it might offer some hope.
She reads over the tale carefully, her ears perking up at the mention of a possible way out.
she reads it and notices incest is the only way to break the curse
...What?! No way! I can't do that! That's just wrong and disgusting. There has to be another way! We have to find another solution, there must be!