<div class="floatleft">(http://i68.tinypic.com/2s0gyz5.jpg)</div><strong>Tashiel Averlorn</strong><br/><br/>Stunned, Tashiel puts forth no resistance as the wolfman kneels between her legs.  No, not just no resistance.  Ever so slightly, she responds, pulling her knees further upwards, displaying impressive flexibility, her shapely thighs parting wider.  Her hazel eyes are wide as she watches, one last time, the creature thrust between her spread thighs, penetrating her.<br/><br/>She was overwhelmed.  Her first climax came instantly, brought on by the head of the wolfman's shaft touching something wonderful inside her.  She cried out, loudly, a cry of sheer pleasure, her voice echoing throughout the nearby forest, her nubile body writhing as climax wracked her again and again.<br/><br/>It was not done, but Tashiel's resistance was.  Desperately, almost feverishly, she pushed back against the wolfman's thrusts, her hips pressing forward, wanton moans escaping her lips.  She arched her back, pressing her impressive breasts into the wolfman's grip, her lips curling up into a smile as her soft pink nipples were stimulated.  She was participating fully, an equal partner in her own ravishment.<br/><br/>She cried out again as she felt hot seed fill her up, a look of pure ecstasy on her lovely face, climax claiming her once more.  Her partner, such as he was, was gone, but it didn't matter.  Tashiel panted, sprawled on the ground, her nubile body still writhing gently.  Her limbs were splayed out, but she didn't care, not bothering to cover herself.  Most telling, the look of ecstasy faded only somewhat, her hazel eyes unfocused, her lips still curled up into a smile.