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Anal / Panties

NESSIE AND JAKE.

White panties. That's what drove him insane. Her white panties.

Nessie had not been in the pack long; only a few months. She was skittish and scared and Jake knew the last pack she had been part of didn't treat her right. That's why her brother had uprooted them all.

She rarely spoke and just went about her business. She ran with the pack but never changed in front of them. She went to pack meetings but never said anything. She lived in the pack house but kept to herself.

Yet, there was something about her that drew Jake to her. It wasn't her long copper hair that fell to her waist. It wasn't her beautiful green eyes that held so much depth. It wasn't her smile that (no matter how rare) could light up a room and make his heartbeat that little bit faster. It was something else.

Physically he was attracted to her but he had a feeling that if he got to know her more he would also be attracted to the person she was on the inside.

Jake was always careful not to intimidate her, to talk quietly and always look her in the eye.

Jake stood from his place at the kitchen counter and turned, grabbing his papers off the side as he did. He was so preoccupied with working out the new pack logistics that he didn't hear Nessie come in, nor did he see the washing basket in her hand.

Turning around he slammed straight into her, sending the washing in the basket flying and sending her stumbling back.

Not thinking, he used one long arm to wrap around her waist and keep her upright, Nessie crying out in surprise.

"I'm so sorry," she began to mumble. "I wasn't thinking and-"

"It's alright," he soothed. "Accidents happen. No one's hurt. Nothing's broken." He gave her a smile and she blushed, delicately stepping away from him so as not to offend him.

They both bent down to pick up the washing that was on the floor.

"It's alright," Nessie told him. "I can do it."

"I don't mind - we're pack. It's what you do help each other…" his voice died in his throat when he realised what he had in his hand; a set of white cotton panties.

He swallowed hard as images of Nessie wearing them and only them assaulted his mind.

Seeing what he had, Nessie let out what he could only describe as a squeak before she snatched them out of his large hand, blushed, stammered, grabbed the basket and left the room. Jake hadn't had chance to move she had left so fast.

Jake stood slowly from his crouched position and swore.

She'd probably never come near him again.

It was naive of Jake to imagine that seeing what underwear she wore wouldn't give him dreams - or rather nightmares in his case. His dreams were vivid and were filled with her sweet body and moans, making him wake up in a sweat and more than once, wet underwear.

Her body would move over his and she'd breathe into his ear, her tongue snaking out and her teeth clamping down on his shoulder when the pleasure got too much. She'd touch herself in front of him and make him beg before he could touch her. She'd ride his face till he couldn't breathe and then she'd take his cock into her mouth and suck him dry.

They got so bad Jake had taken to trying not to get too much sleep. He'd work for sixteen hours a day, patrol until his paws felt like they were going to fall off and then he'd work out until he couldn't keep his eyes open. Only then would he sleep, hoping he was too tired for the copper-haired beauty to invade his dreams.

It didn't work. If anything they got more vivid and on more than one occasion, Jake awoke thinking he could feel her mouth on him. It was the sweetest torture.

His poor cock spent most of its waking hours hard and pointing towards her.

"Fuck sake, go down!" he hissed at his appendage as it stood completely upright one morning.

It stared back at him.

"No - I'm not doing that." It seemed to swell. "I hate you."

He sighed because he knew what he would have to do.

Jake reached over to his bedside table and opened the top drawer. He took out a bottle of cherry flavoured lube and squirted a generous amount into his hand. When the smell hit him he cursed again. She wore cherry lip gloss.

Reaching down, Jake grasped his traitorous cock in his hand and began to slowly work his hand over the length.

He let out a hiss when relief coursed through his veins. How could something that was so wrong feel so right?

Jake widened his legs and leaned back on his left hand, using his right to furiously pump his length. He closed his eyes and replaced his hand with hers.

He could almost see it in his mind. She'd use one hand to pump his length, the other to fondle his balls and she would kiss his abs, tongue tracing the grooves of the muscles. All the while, the only item of clothing she would be wearing would be those white cotton panties.

Then, she as he was about to come she would look directly at him, blinking those wonderful does eyes at him and tugging on his balls hard, twisting her hand over the tip and he would come hard. His white liquid would shoot out of cock and coat her chest, marking her as his, even if only his eyes got to see it.

"Fuck," he whispered as he felt his stomach muscles go taught and his eyes clenched shut with the pleasure. "Nessie," he groaned out, his entire body tensing.

In only a matter of seconds, Jake was coming all over himself, thick spurts of cum coating his hands, cock and thighs.

As he came down, a smile formed on his face and his head fell back. He breathed deeply and felt relief for the first time in a long time.

He opened his eyes and the relief he had previously felt all but disappeared. In the doorway stood Nessie.

Her face was flaming red and her eyes were wide open.

Jake released his cock and grabbed his sheet, throwing it over his naked body and suddenly feeling like the biggest pervert who had ever walked the earth.

That was until the smell of arousal drifted over to him - a scent that was not his.

"Nessie." He wanted to tell her that he was sorry. He didn't mean to debase her like that but once again he was left unable to speak in her presence when she stepped forward and shut the bedroom behind her.

"Don't say anything," she whispered, pulling her shirt from her body and dropping her shorts to the floor.

All she was left in were those white cotton panties.