Ancestral Lineage - Chapter 474

Capítulo 474: Wolf in Heat (#r18)

Emma stared at the blank call screen for half a heartbeat, only half, before her instincts finally caught up, tackled her, and screamed in her ear:

You fool. You absolute frostbitten FOOL. That was flirting. FLIRTING.

Her eyes widened.

Her ears flattened.

Her tail twitched on a spiritual level.

“Wait… WAIT!”

Everything she’d just said replayed in her head like a cruel highlight reel.

‘I’ll try not to stare too hard if the robe is short.’

‘Good weird.’

‘Goodnight… Ethan.’

Her whole soul curled into a tight ball of secondhand embarrassment.

“Nope.” She sat up so fast she nearly fell off the bed. “Nope. Nope. Nope. I am not doing this. I am NOT…”

And then she realized.

Her finger was still hovering over the ‘End Call’ button.

And it was still green.

Still active.

Still connected.

Her heart plummeted.

“…Ethan?” she whispered, praying, begging, bargaining with fate that he hadn’t heard any of that internal meltdown leaking out.

From the other end, she heard, faintly, “Emma? Did you say something?”

She slammed the button.

Call ended.

The device nearly flew across the room as she threw herself back onto the bed, burying her face in the nearest pillow and letting out a muffled, tortured sound that could only be described as a dying snow-wolf hiccuping.

“MIST AND ICE.. WHY DID I DO THAT?!”

She kicked the blankets.

She rolled.

She flailed.

A queen of an entire kingdom, destroyer of monsters, glacier-puncher extraordinaire, reducing herself to a wriggling noodle of emotional panic.

Her palace guards outside the door heard the commotion, exchanged looks, and wisely decided this was not the time to investigate. This was clearly queen-level business, and queen-level business tended to be lethal.

Emma finally stopped moving, lying starfish-shaped on the bed, staring at the ceiling with the profound horror of someone who just realized she might’ve exposed her heart without permission.

She whispered into the silence:

“…What do I even wear to a naming ceremony after THAT?”

Somewhere, far away, Ethan stared at his device with the same level of existential crisis.

Their mutual panic hung in the air like cosmic fog, drifting ominously toward future disaster, or future romance.

The universe was laughing.

Emma’s whisper hung in the air, unanswered by the empty room, but her mind refused to let the moment fade. The ceiling above her blurred as her thoughts spiraled back to Ethan, his voice, low and teasing over the call, the way he’d laughed at her clumsy words. Her dark skin flushed hot under the cool sheets, a warmth spreading from her chest down to her core. She shifted, her wolf tail curling tightly against her thigh, ears twitching at the faint echo of her own ragged breathing.

She tried to push it away, to focus on the naming ceremony, on the robe, on anything but the ache building between her legs. But Ethan’s face flashed in her mind: those sharp features, the intensity in his eyes when he looked at her, the subtle scent of him she’d caught earlier that day, stirring something primal in her wolf blood. Her hand moved without conscious thought, sliding down her stomach, fingers brushing the edge of her nightshirt.

‘No,’ she thought, but her body betrayed her. The fabric rode up, exposing the smooth expanse of her dark thighs. She spread her legs slightly, the cool air kissing her skin, making her shiver. Her blue wolf eyes half-lidded as she pictured Ethan there, in her room, his hands on her instead of just words over a screen. What if he’d heard everything? What if he knew how wet she got just from his voice?

Her fingers dipped lower, tracing the soft folds of her pussy. She was already slick, arousal coating her fingertips as she parted her lips. A soft gasp escaped her, her white hair fanning out across the pillow like spilled moonlight. She circled her clit slowly at first, the pressure building a spark that made her tail lash against the bed. Ethan’s name slipped from her lips in a whisper, ‘Ethan…’

She imagined him kneeling between her legs, his breath hot against her dark skin. His tongue would lick her there, flat and firm, tasting her wetness before sucking her clit into his mouth. Her free hand gripped the sheet, knuckles paling against her skin as she pinched her nipple through the shirt, rolling it hard. The dual sensations shot straight to her core, her hips bucking up off the mattress.

Deeper now, two fingers slid inside her pussy, curling against the sensitive walls. She pumped them in and out, the wet sounds filling the room, obscene and intimate. Her wolf ears flattened back, a low whine building in her throat as she thought of Ethan’s cock. Thick, hard, pressing against her entrance. Would he tease her first? Rub the head along her slit, smearing her juices before thrusting in deep?

She added a third finger, stretching herself, her pussy clenching around the intrusion. Sweat beaded on her forehead, her blue eyes squeezing shut as the fantasy intensified. Ethan pinning her down, his weight on her, fucking her slow at first, long, deliberate strokes that made her feel every inch. Her tail wrapped around her own leg, the fur tickling her calf as she sped up her thrusts, palm grinding against her clit.

The embarrassment from the call twisted into fuel, making her hotter. He’d heard her flirt, her panic, maybe he’d laugh, then kiss her silent, his mouth claiming hers while his fingers replaced hers inside her. She moaned louder, the sound muffled against her arm as she bit down, imagining his teeth on her neck, marking her as his.

Her body tensed, thighs quivering. She fucked herself harder, fingers slick and fast, chasing the edge. Ethan’s voice echoed in her head: ‘Emma…’ husky, demanding. She came with a cry, her pussy spasming around her fingers, juices soaking the sheets beneath her. Waves of pleasure crashed over her, leaving her panting, chest heaving, white hair sticking to her damp skin.

But it wasn’t enough. The ache lingered, her wolf instincts demanding more. She rolled onto her side, tail curling over her hip as she reached for the drawer beside the bed. Inside, a smooth, carved toy, phallic, ridged, meant for nights like this. How she’d gotten it was a mystery. She slicked it with her own cum, then positioned it at her entrance, pushing it in slowly. The stretch burned sweetly, filling her deeper than her fingers could.

Eyes locked on the ceiling again, she thrust the toy in and out, her other hand rubbing her clit in tight circles. This time, the fantasy shifted: Ethan behind her, on the bed, his cock slamming into her ass while his fingers worked her pussy. The thought made her gasp, her dark skin prickling with goosebumps. She’d never done that, but imagining his thickness splitting her open, his grunts in her ear, it pushed her wild.

She flipped onto her stomach, ass in the air, tail high as she drove the toy deeper. Her pussy clenched greedily, the ridges dragging against her walls. ‘Fuck me, Ethan,’ she whispered, voice breaking. Her hips rocked back, meeting each plunge, building friction that made her toes curl. The pressure in her clit grew unbearable under her rubbing fingers, her blue eyes watering with intensity.

Sweat slicked her body, her white hair clinging to her neck. She pictured him cumming inside her, hot spurts filling her up, dripping down her thighs. The image shattered her control, orgasm ripped through her again, harder this time, her whole body shaking as she collapsed forward, the toy still buried deep. She rode out the aftershocks, fingers slowing, until she was spent, curled in the damp sheets.

Her ears perked at the silence, tail limp. The panic returned faintly, but sated, it felt distant. For now, in the haze of release, she let herself dream of tomorrow, of Ethan, and what might come after the ceremony.

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