ELEAR
WAINN
OFFICE OF THE WAINN CONSTABLE
L'tian stood next to Dysea in the small room watching on the monitor as two elfin male interrogators were questioning the supposed cult leader. Dysea's hip leaned against the table, her arms folded over the top of her firm breasts. She was fully wolf now, the changes long complete in her elfin body, and she had entered phase just yesterday. Her wolf blood was singing for Martin. She wanted to feel him within her, feel his huge cock filling her more completely than anything she had ever felt. She wanted to feel his powerful hands on her body, stroking, exploring. His lips and tongue dancing across her flesh as his powerful aura washed over her, permeating her being.
