The golden she-wolf dropped back down to all fours, and her body language relaxed. I breathed a sigh of relief that I wasn't going to get mauled. Cathy's warning had definitely done some good, because if I'd been left to my own devices, I'd probably at least have tried to get some distance between us.
Without warning though, suddenly she lurched forward. A massive paw thumped down on the cushion of the sofa beside me. I jumped, then forced myself to remain still. Her other forearm suddenly found its way between her legs, and she rubbed with the heel of it, careful not to cut herself with her talons. A constant growl of obvious pleasure sent a vibration through the air with its bass tone. As I watched her working toward getting herself off, I found my cock hardening again, much to my surprise.
Apparently it was to her surprise as well, as her yellow eyes popped open wide. She lurched forward again, and her muzzle snuffled against my cock. While I'm not into bestiality..I would be lying if I said I wasn't incredibly turned on by the sensation of her fur on my balls, or the slightly cold feeling of her nose as it pressed up against my shaft.
And then, without warning, her long tongue wrapped around it. Heat enveloped it as she took a long lick, and then a second. I shuddered and let out a helpless moan. She pulled away for a second, whether from the sound I made, or whether she was processing the taste, I don't know. For a second, I wondered if I was in danger of getting my dick bitten off, but then I noticed her body language was completely relaxed. “That felt good..” I said, feeling foolish as I realized that I had no clue if she could understand me, or how she'd process it. Either I was being remarkably patronizing because she couldn't speak, or I was just babbling nonsense because she couldn't understand. She sat almost on her haunches with an almost comically adorable head tilt for a good fifteen seconds.
And then I saw her nipples harden, emerging from the golden fur on her chest. She slowly moved back between my legs, and then looked up at me. It was clear; she understood what was going on, and somehow, also understood consent (which was probably the most surprising thing I'd experienced the entire day, when I thought about it).
I pulled my jeans further down, as well as my boxers, giving her better access to the whole thing, and sat back, shuddering in ecstasy as her tongue took longer licks of me from my balls to my tip. She alternated stroking herself and licking me, taking care not to bite me or even nick me with a fang. It didn't take me long to blow my load into her muzzle, which she gobbled up with what could only be described as wolfish enthusiasm, and had finished herself off a minute or two later with a window-rattling howl.
Just like she'd said, it was only a minute or two before the beast began to tremble and warp, shrinking back to Cathy's original shape. The fur retracted, the mass and height seemed to disappear miraculously, and soon, it was just the two of us in the room.
She sat up, looking confused, like someone who'd just woken up from a particularly hard nap, and then immediately blushed at seeing my cock hanging out.
“You DEFINITELY can't EVER tell your mom about THIS,” she said in a faux-stern tone.
“I really wasn't planning on it, I promise,” I said with a laugh.