<b>Luna, 5:24 PM</b><br/><br/>“Oh god,” she whispered. She could feel his hardness pressing against her sex through her white panties, her legs spread wide to accommodate his furry form. The sheer size of it terrified her. She gazed up at the warg, her teal eyes wide with fear and the smallest bit of wonder, begging him not to impale her on the cock throbbing against her. His dark grin told her that he planned to do just that, to fuck the newfound magic right out of her and fill her up with his seed.<br/><br/>She let out a frightened mewl as he began to push forward, threatening to tear right through the flimsy material of her panties, her last hope. She hugged his neck desperately, burying her face in his dark fur and trying to pull away from him to no avail. She could feel her panties stretching; soon, they’d rip and he’d surge into her, splitting her on his bestial member.<br/><br/>Suddenly, he seemed to stop, and she suddenly felt calm. She didn’t want to be bred by a giant wolf. Something like this didn’t<i>deserve</i>to drain her. She smiled bitterly against his fur. “No,” she whispered, and pressed her palm to the warg’s chest. Power surged through her, coursing to her palm and into the beast, where it would fill him with an explosion of light.<br/><br/>The light was rather pretty, she noted as an afterthought.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>