It was a night shrouded in the darkness of midnight, where the moon, in its waning quarter, shed its pale light over the corners of the village. Yang, his heart heavy with mixed emotions, wandered aimlessly along the narrow dirt paths of his home.
The echo of his footsteps echoed in the night silence as his thoughts wandered between the memories of his former life and the uncertain present that awaited him. He had returned to his old cabin, the lonely refuge where he had dwelt before he met Lalabel.
He climbed onto the roof of the cabin and sat down, his figure silhouetted against the starry sky, his eyes fixed on the moon, as if searching for answers in its silvery glow. The night breeze caressed her face, bringing with it the scent of damp earth and the whispers of the night.
Amidst the silence, Yang was plunged into a deep melancholy. He had given his heart to Lalabel, but had not yet received confirmation of his love. Uncertainty consumed him, like a burning fire that devoured his soul.
He remembered the moments shared with Lalabel, the whispers under the moonlight, the laughter that filled the air and the dreams they wove together. But there was also pain in his memories, the feeling of being incomplete without her by his side, the need to feel her warm, comforting presence.
Why did Lalabel still not choose him as her mate? What dark secrets did her heart hold? These questions tormented Yang, eroding his hope and filling him with doubt. But Yang's heart was conflicted, torn between his role as patriarch or traveling with Lalabel in fear of losing her forever.
Time seemed to stand still in that instant, as Yang was immersed in a sea of conflicting emotions. The moon continued its slow journey through the sky, a silent witness to the yearnings and fears that inhabited the heart of the male.
As Yang walked through the night paths of the village, his mind was torn between multiple dilemmas. Not only was he faced with the enigma of why Lalabel had not yet chosen him as her mate, but he also struggled with the internal conflicts that consumed him.
As patriarch, Yang felt a heavy responsibility to guide the community and protect the ancestral traditions that had been passed down for generations. The weight of these expectations rested on his shoulders, constantly reminding him of his duties and obligations to his community.
However, he also longed for the freedom to travel with Lalabel, to explore new horizons and discover the secrets the world had in store for them. The idea of adventuring together, of facing life's challenges hand in hand, filled his heart with excitement and hope.
But fear paralyzed him, the anguish of losing Lalabel forever tormented him like a dark shadow that followed him wherever he went.
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I woke up feeling thirsty, as if every cell of my being longed for the coolness of water. On my right side slept Noir, his calm and serene breathing filling the room with a comforting calm, while on the other side lay Teru, wrapped in the dreams of the night. I lay in between them both, caught between the warmth of their bodies and the whispers of sleep.
I carefully slid my legs to the edge of the bed, wanting to escape the tangle of fur and thoughts that enveloped me. I stood on the wooden floor, feeling the coolness under my bare feet, as I made my way to the kitchen in search of a bowl of water to quench my thirst.
The faint moonlight filtered through the windows, bathing the cabin in a serene atmosphere. Every corner breathed tranquility, as if time had stopped to allow us to enjoy the stillness of the night.
But my heart was restless. Yang had not yet returned, and his absence echoed in the silence of the house like a melancholy echo. I knew I could not stand still, waiting in the gloom while he wandered in the darkness of the night.
Determined to find him, I crept to the back door of the cabin, opening it carefully so as not to disturb the sleep of my other companions. My fingers brushed the collar that lay around my neck, longing to take the shape of a panther.
With a barely audible whisper, the collar answered my call, transforming me into a lithe and graceful creature. With senses sharpened, I sniffed the cool night air, searching for Yang's unique scent among the whispers of the wind and the perfume of nature.
Each step was a dance in the darkness, each movement an echo of the passion burning in my chest. I followed the invisible trail that led me to him, certain that our bond was stronger than any distance that separated us.
The night whispered secrets in my ears, promises of encounters and challenges waiting on the horizon. But my only desire was to find Yang, to lose myself in her eyes and melt into her embrace, where time would stop and the whole universe would disappear around us.
The panther, agile and stealthy, followed Yang's trail to his old hut. The trees swayed in the wind, and the stars twinkled like beacons in the darkness. The panther's every step echoed with determination, every breath an echo of worry that propelled her forward.
Finally, the trail led her to the hut, where Yang stood on the roof, her figure silhouetted against the starry sky. With the grace and agility befitting her nature, the panther deftly leapt up to reach the roof, approaching it so that she could converse.
Once there, the panther transformed into her human form shimmering in the moonlight. She sat down beside him, sharing the space and the silence with Yang, whose gaze seemed lost in the depths of the firmament.
—Yang, why didn't you go to the hut to sleep? caressing her back, speaking to her in a soft tone, "I don't want to make you feel bad. - I don't want to make you feel bad.
—He decides to speak and says I'm afraid you won't come back if you go on a trip," making it clear what his greatest fear was that he was knotting inside him. -He looks into my eyes with sadness and concern.
I move closer to Yang, and embrace them, conveying love and security, whispering words of comfort. - He whispers in my ear in an almost pleading manner, "Match me.
I look into his eyes with tenderness, -before I answer him I need him to answer some more questions. - I said with the intention of getting to know Yang better. - Why did you become a patriarch?
—I became patriarch because the previous patriarch was my father.
—Do you like being a patriarch? -I watched his face and expressions, they conveyed to me all the complications he has had being a patriarch.
— Yang paused to think about everything he had gone through since he became patriarch, "I took on the responsibility of being patriarch, at first it was difficult but I accepted it and faced it. I also felt lonely because there was no female around me to arouse my interest. The years passed and with time I put aside the idea of getting a female and I focused on being a better leader for everyone," he observes his face and expressions, they transmitted me in a certain way all the complications he has had being as patriarch.
The tone of voice was filling with joy, - Until I saw you arrive Lalabel, every fiber of my being was attracted to your presence. I also remember when I saw you on the river bank as a panther, at that moment you didn't know it was you, because your smell as a panther is different, but at the same time in a part of my being you were telling me it was you.
—I can't help but smile, seeing Yang's facial changes when she talks about me, my stomach tingles. — I reach out my hand and caress her cheek. - I'm not going to abandon or reject you, I just wanted her to understand that I respect her role as a leader. -I said to him, "What do you say we do the following, settle your unfinished business and meet at the peacock village. -She hugged him warmly to comfort him, and then whispered mischievously: let's have a little foreplay.
A determined and fiery look flashes in Yang's eyes, he nods his head. Yang transforms into a wolf and Lalabel also transforms into a panther. Both with nimble movements jump off the roof and head into the forest embarking on a little game of courtship.
It was past midnight when the forest was shrouded in the delicate light of a waning quarter moon. The whispers of the wind mingled with the murmurs of nature, creating a nocturnal symphony full of mystery and enchantment.
In the midst of this magical setting, a panther and a white wolf engaged in a game of chase, playfully showing their mutual interest. Their fluid bodies moved in harmony with the night, while their eyes sparkled with a mixture of curiosity and excitement.
The panther, with its dark, sleek fur, glided effortlessly through the trees, taking advantage of its feline agility and dexterity. Her muscles tensed with each leap, her gaze fixed on the wolf that followed her closely, following the trail of her beloved.
The wolf, with its white fur following close behind, its eyes shining with complicity and affection.
He ran with a wild grace, his breath escaping in little clouds of steam in the cold night air. Although each of them followed their own instinct, a special connection between them became more appealing, an inexplicable attraction that united them in this nocturnal game.
As they continued their dance in the forest, excitement grew in their hearts. The panther felt a tingling in his skin, a mixture of excitement and desire, a simple rose of their fur produced a stimulating shiver.
The panther, Lalabel, would pause from time to time, purring softly and wagging her tail flirtatiously, as if inviting Yang into a game of seduction and complicity. Yang would watch her intently, captivated by her companion's beauty and grace, and respond to her gestures with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.
Then they would both begin to make circular movements around each other, brushing their coats in a dance of love and desire. Each movement was an expression of the deep connection they shared, a dance of souls meeting.
The panther gracefully and tenderly licked the face of the white wolf, who responded to her gesture with the same sweetness and complicity. Their special bond became more visible, a connection that transcended words and was expressed through simple but meaningful gestures.
After a while, they decided to return to the village, to the old hut where Yang had been living. Once there, in that shelter they entered, the first to return in her human form was Lalabel.
With the warmth of the wood under their feet, they closed the door of the hut, immersing themselves in the intimacy of their shared space. They made their way to the bedroom, with seductive movements Lalabel was stripping off her dress, in front of her beloved Yang who was still in wolf form.
Yang, (wolf) watches with interest as Lalabel slowly undresses. Her eyes sparkle with anticipation and her fur bristles.
Lalabel, takes a seat on the bed, her gaze Gleams with excitement. He slowly approaches, his eyes fixed on you.
He licks Lalabel's breasts with fervor, enjoying their taste and eliciting moans of pleasure from her. He continues to lick Lalabel's nipples, feeling her tremble with pleasure under his caresses. His desire intensifies as he pulls her closer to him.
He positions himself between your legs and begins to lick her intimacy. Yang (wolf) delights in the scent and gently licks the intimate parts, letting out a satisfied growl.With a quick, deft movement, he devours Lalabel's fluids as his erection begins to grow. Desire takes over as he continues to savor every drop.
Yang, backing away and returning to his human form, was standing in front of the bed with his member hard and ready. He approached his beloved.
Between passionate kisses and tender caresses, he positions himself between his beloved's legs, penetrating her firmly and deeply. - Lalabel shudders with pleasure as Yang's member makes its way inside her.
Yang increases the speed and force of his thrusts even more, -ahhh... ahh how good it feels, don't stop!!!! - Lalabel clung to the skins of the bed. Lalabel arches her back and loses herself completely in pleasure.
Yang continues to move with intensity, driving Lalabel to the limit again and again. Their moans mingle in a chorus of ecstasy as the pleasure consumes them completely.
At that moment, time stopped, and seemed to fade around them. Only the two of them existed, united by the bond of love and passion, giving themselves completely to each other in an act of surrender.
Every caress was a whisper of love, every kiss an oath of eternity. In the twilight of the night, they melted into a fiery embrace, exploring the deepest corners of their souls and sharing the ecstasy of shared love.
Lalabel falls asleep on her stomach, Yang transforms into a wolf, begins to give her a tongue bath to remove her sweat. He gently licks Lalabel's sweaty body, taking care of every inch. His movements are gentle and delicate as he cleans her with devotion.
Yang stays by her side, admiring Lalabel's serenity as she sleeps. His heart fills with gratitude for having her in his life and he vows to protect her. He wraps his fur around Lalabel, feeling her warmth and closing his eyes to rest beside her.
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Noir and Teru woke up when they felt the excitement of their partner through the conjugal mark, they woke up and went to look for her where they managed to feel her, their beloved was forming a new bond with Yang. Both were surprised but accepted their beloved's decision.
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The heat of the moment still clung to intertwined skins as Lala fell exhausted beside me after our intimate encounter. Her sighs dissolved into thin air, and as her eyes slowly closed, I remained excited, almost incredulous that I had become her mate. I was a lucky male, yes, but with Lala by my side, fortune seemed to multiply.
Watching her as she rested, I understood how knowledgeable she was, how much she valued my role as patriarch. Lalabel had not only accepted me, but seemed willing to explore every part of my being, to understand my deepest thoughts without judging me. Her questions echoed in my mind, seeking to unravel my concerns, as if she wanted to discover my thoughts and emotions in order to walk beside me with certainty.
I knew Lala was special, and as the dim light of the room caressed her skin, I searched my own body for the mark of our conjugal. My fingers found the conjugal marker with ease, and as I slid over it, I noticed a new sensation. A tattoo in the shape of a panther had emerged on my skin, located on my abdomen on my left oblique as a symbol of our union.
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When Chief Yang received his conjugal mark from his female, the whole village went into an uproar, the males were unaware that special females like Lalabel existed. In the hearts of the males the flames of wooing Lalabel were burning again.