Stahl pulled off the human after a light, final nip at the muscle over the armpit, seemingly doing the exact opposite of what he was asked.
Aster almost went to object, but her maw was fiercely pressed onto his own once more before he could manage even a squeak.
He found himself being invaded and consumed by the ravaging wolf again, his fist clenched in vain, still pinned by Stahl's stronger arm as he squirmed in his ecstasy.
Aster could smell his own sweat on the muzzle now and was even more invigorated by that realization. The she-wolf was carrying his scent... That was more a turn-on for Aster than he himself would have ever guessed, making him moan into the kiss.
Stahl chuckled at the mewling human, finally giving him a bit of air when she broke the kiss.
