The Pure-Hearted Princess and the Kiss of Darkness

~ ENRIQUE ~

She shakes her head, her eyes flashing with determination. "He is standing here, right in front of me."

I remain silent, strangely I don't feel any rage inside of me nor the will to argue. There's a calm that even I don't understand, but I welcome it, for now. Until something angers me again.

"Can you at least try it out? I'm not sure about the comfort level it will provide in wolf form, please. I just want to know how it feels."

I'm not sure if it's the fact that I almost lost her twice today that I give in, but I do.

"Fine, then we can go for a short run. I hope you know how to ride." Although I'd much rather she ride my cock...

She nods, as that explicit image enters my mind, and I welcome it willingly.

Really, though, am I actually thinking about pounding her right now?

Pushing the explicit image away, I focus on her as she nods innocently. Unknowing to the dirty things I want to do to her.

I hide my amusement, watching as her smile only grows wider, revealing her pointy canines. It adds an impish cuteness to her, I can't deny that she looks f*****g gorgeous.

Letting go of her, I pull down my pants without warning, and she squeaks.

"Bring those with you," I command, stepping out of them before I shift, prepared for the metal to break, but instead I feel nothing.

I look down, my heart almost stopping in my throat as I stare at the white and silver paw and lower leg. A glimmering blue light glows from the edge of the silver before it fades away as I stretch my foot extracting my sharp silver claws. Fuck... this is...

I take a few steps and each time I slam my metal paw into the ground harshly, too used to not having four paws. But it's not hard. After a few steps, I'm beginning to adjust.

And just like the sensation I could feel when touching her, once again, I can feel the ground beneath my paw.

I dig my claws into the ground and they sink in so easily, like slicing into melted butter.

Impressive..

"How is it?"

I look at her. Does she not realise I can't reply to her right now?

I jerk my head at my back and she picks up my pants before nodding and gingerly climbs on, running her fingers through my fur.

I growl, fuck that feels good. Her thighs press against me, and I look ahead before I take off, picking up speed incredibly fast. Some sentences are incomplete if you are not reading this novel on . Visit to read the complete chapters for free. At times I hit down too strongly, forgetting that I am now on four identical legs. She lets out a shaky laugh as I keep running faster, leaping over the walls of the pack house, and heading straight towards the thicket of the forest.

Faster and faster, the wind rushes through my fur and it's almost like it's my first run. A perfect run... I go faster, wanting to break my past records. For a moment, I wonder if this is even reality.

Then I realise no it isn't, just because it's perfect I'm not accepting it, this is just a trial.

She lets out a cry of excitement before wrapping her arms around my neck. "Woohoo! This is like a rollercoaster ride! You're so fast!" she

mumbles into my neck. Her heart is racing as I speed up, ready to leap over a low hill that I know is coming.

She isn't expecting it, and when I do, she screams before she giggles breathlessly.

I chuckle internally. She wanted a rollercoaster ride then I'll give her one. I look ahead at the approaching cliff edge and speed up.

"Goddess!" She gasps as we soar through the sky, her heart pounding, and when we touch down on the other side, she lets out a shaky whimper." That was... scary!"

But no matter what speed I move at, not once has the prosthetic felt uncomfortable or out of sync. It's as if it is a part of me, handling the speed and my body mass perfectly.

We fall into a peaceful calm as I keep going, my mind wandering back to the powers I unleashed earlier... what does it mean for me? I look at the moon that peaks through the clouds. Where does my trial end?

The silence is pleasant and time passes enjoyably. After that attack, I welcome it.

I finally slow down as we near the lake, feeling a little thirsty. It's the same spot where we had that moment the other day... she's silent and for a second I wonder if she's fallen asleep. But when I near the water to drink, she caresses my fur as she slides off and stands beside me, her hand still brushing through my fur.

"I loved that. I do like runs, but I think I like being the passenger more." She pouts, as if admitting that made her guilty of something.

I turn towards her, looking at her through these eyes... the moonlight bathes her in a beautiful glow and she looks breathtaking...

I shift back, but this time she doesn't gasp or try to look away, her cheeks flush pink but she simply holds out the pants to me, keeping her eyes locked with mine.

"The other night you called my dick a stick... I assure you, Princesa, this is far from one. Perhaps you should take another look."

"Wh-what?" her cheeks darken and I cock a brow.

"Did you not?"

"I- I didn't say it's..." she blushes and pouts, shaking the pants in front of

me. I take them and slip them on as she looks around us. Expertly not lowering her gaze, although I do want her to...

"You did, and a stick is thin."

"I mean, it's long like a stick!" she protests, clearly flustered.

I cock a brow. "Just don't say that in front of anyone," I mutter. "You could have called it a log."

She looks appalled. "It is not a log. It's not as long as my arm. It's closer to a stick."

I glare at her, and she instantly shuts up. "When I fuck you with this stick, you'll be the one begging for mercy," I growl.

She smiles sweetly, and I narrow my eyes. Her embarrassment is gone, which can only mean- "When? Who said I will?" she asks in a soft whisper.

"Tell me, Princesa, how many dicks have you seen?" I ask mockingly, tying the string on the pants using both hands. "Properly?" she asks.

"Yes."

"Only yours."

"Then go onto a porn site and then come back and compare my dick size,"

I growl. I'm acting fucking petty. I don't have anything to be insecure about, but her comment sure f*****g bruised my ego.NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

"I don't want to do that!" She blushes, "Besides... I like it." I narrow my eyes, glancing at her pink-tinged cheeks. "But how was it? The

prosthetic?" her quick change of topic saves her, and I glance at my hand.

Once again, I have to admit that it's incredible...