When a Well-Raised Son Grows Up - Chapter 28

Chapter 28

The wet flesh rubbed back and forth to get between the labia. In his wolf form, it was hard to get his c*ck through that slit of flawless flesh.

It’s no wonder he couldn’t use his hands to spread her labia.

Carlisle grunted and shifted his hips impatiently as he finally managed to get his c*ck inside her cunt. Between her twitching labia, the thick wolf’s c*ck began to rub promiscuously.

Her p*ssy, already wet with her juices, twitched slightly as she felt it rub against her protruding clit.

The wolf’s panting breath filled the room with moisture. His size made the breath he spat out all the more ragged and loud.

The moonlight shone on the wolf’s fur. He was preoccupied with letting his lust run wild on Abella’s p*ssy; his massive lower body bowed slightly.

“Sniff…….”

He furrowed the bridge of his nose, sensing the slippery dampness of Abella’s v*g*na. The sticky labia wrapped him, and the wolf’s rigid, hot c*ck writhed in ecstasy.

The thrusts of the wolf caused the bed to wobble and lurch. It was like being on a rough sea in a sailboat.

Its usually clear red eyes were out of focus with pleasure as its bushy tail swished briskly from side to side, seemingly happy with the scenario.

The wolf gave a deep roar and whined, frustrated that he could not slip his c*ck inside her hole.

Rubbing his c*ck against her cunt wasn’t enough. He wanted to shove his p*n*s inside her v*g*na

The wolf clung to Abella even more, arching its back.

Subsequently, its ugly p*n*s jerked and spilled a murky stream of liquid.  It jerked and erupted, releasing a much larger amount of sperm than during his human ejaculation.

The space between Abella’s legs was quickly covered in wolf cum.

Even when he rubbed and ground his load beneath her, Carlisle gasped as if it wasn’t enough.

His adorable tail was waving, contrasting with the scarlet mass of flesh still pulsing between his legs.

The wolf’s rough mane moved in and out of his skin. It was peeping out through the black fur, which was fairly noticeable.

He would want nothing more than to shove his c*ck into her vagina, entangle it in his arms, and push her c*ck inside of it.

He would like to bury her in that silky, non-human animal flesh. He then wants to get his sp*rm in it until he is satisfied.

Carlisle could only l*ck his lips in fantasies about her, even now. The enormous ball of fur sighed languidly and let out a peephole sound.

Carlisle paced around her a couple of times, almost like he was missing something, then transformed back into a human.

Then, before Abella got up, he cleaned around the bed many times today.

* * *

Unaware of the events from the previous night, Abella continued her routine, appearing both worldly and innocent.

Carlisle, as usual, sorted herbs in the corner while Abella attended to customers and completed sales.

This continued for some time until a familiar voice interrupted, accompanied by the soft chime of the doorbell.

“Hey, Abella,” the voice called.

“Esha?” Abella responded.

“Are you occupied?” Esha inquired.

“No, I’m available, but what’s happening?”

Abella greeted Esha with a narrowed gaze.

Esha typically visited the shop with a purpose, piquing Abella’s curiosity about the reason for her unexpected appearance.

Temporarily leaving Carlisle in charge, Abella accompanied Esha outside, sensing that something must have occurred for her to seek Abella out at the store.

Oddly, Esha hesitated without expressing the reason for her visit. Eventually, Abella, growing impatient, broke the silence, asking,

“What’s the matter?” Esha paused before responding.

Esha paused, locking eyes with Abella. After pursing her lips momentarily, she released a heavy sigh before finally breaking the silence.

“Actually, I picked up an injured wolf in the mountains a while ago,” Esha confessed.

Abella’s eyes widened at the unexpected mention of a wolf.

“A wolf? Out of nowhere? Where?” she exclaimed.

Esha swiftly hushed her, placing a hand over Abella’s mouth.

“Shh, shh. We’ll be overheard,” Esha cautioned, trying to keep their conversation discreet.

“Not too long ago, when I visited the neighboring village… on my way back, I came across an injured wolf,” Esha explained.

Abella inquired, “And then?”

Esha continued, “So, I’ve been nursing him back to health, but he’s in pretty bad shape. I was hoping to buy some herbs, but I’m not sure which ones to get, and it’s too expensive to consult the doctor.” Esha spoke more in Moorish, yet strangely, it didn’t carry much weight in Abella’s ears.

The word “wolf” dominated her thoughts. “Is it affecting my mood…?” she wondered, suddenly recalling Carlyle’s words from a few days ago.

-“I apologize. For a brief moment, I sensed a kindred spirit, and I made a mistake,” Carlisle admitted. He continued. 

-“I don’t connect well with my kind; that’s just the way it is. A misfit like me is supposed to be removed from the group, like a lame duck in the wild. They’re… frightening.”

Abella’s expression hardened instantly. Swallowing hard, she spoke, “Wait a moment. I’ll fetch some healing herbs from inside.”

Esha thanked her, expressing gratitude. Abella, feeling the need to witness the wolf herself, gathered a handful of herbs and glanced at Carlisle. Contemplating whether to share this with him, she hesitated for a moment before deciding, “Not yet.”

“I’ll let him know when I get back, and I’m convinced it might just be an ordinary wolf. I don’t want to unsettle Carlisle. But why does my heart keep racing?”

Abella clenched her fists, trying to push away her thoughts.

“Sweetie, Mommy is going to a friend’s house for a bit,” she reassured herself. “Okay, I need to see this for myself.”

* * *

“Come over here, Abella.”

Upon reaching Esha’s modest cabin, Abella gasped at the sight of the wolf.

“Oh my god!” she exclaimed.

“Are you badly injured?”

“How on earth did you find…”

Abella hurriedly took out her herbs, unable to conceal her panic. It was alright; he needed to rest and recover first.

The wolf lay sprawled on the bed, helpless, much like Carlisle when she had first encountered him.

However, unlike Carlisle, this wolf had a slightly grayish coat, and its fluffy fur was still quite small. Abella explained.

“You once helped an injured wolf, so I thought maybe you could take a look. I know you’re busy, Abella, but please…” Apologizing, Esha continued to ramble, sighing heavily.

Abella shook her head, focusing on the wolf’s healing.

“No, you did the right thing. Esha, you did that with the milk.”

The pup’s nape showed signs of nibbling, and truthfully, it was a miracle it was still breathing.

“The wound is deeper than Carlisle’s.”

It was challenging to tally how many times the large fangs had punctured the nape of the wolf’s neck.

Abella generously applied herbs to the wound, carefully bandaging it.

“Honestly, the injury is more severe than I anticipated, so it’s hard to find the right words,” she remarked.

“I see,” Esha responded with a bitter laugh, seemingly expecting such news. “

She wondered what had happened to this little one.

Esha gazed at the wolf, still showing no signs of opening its eyes, and released a small sigh.

“Thank you for your assistance.”

Abella assured, “No problem. I’ll leave you with more herbs. Reapply whenever you can.”

“I was just ensuring he wasn’t connected to Carlisle. It was a way to comfort myself,” Abella admitted.

Esha pointed out, “But you won’t find out if you keep that expression.”

Abella furrowed her brow as she scrutinized the wolf before her.

‘It appears to be an ordinary wolf… Could it be the type Carlisle mentioned? If so, was it appropriate for me to use herbs?’

Suddenly, Abella’s expression turned solemn. Despite Esha offering her a glass of milk with gratitude, Abella managed to muster a smile. It felt strangely salty.

* * *

Before Abella could return to the shop, Carlisle emerged as if he had been anticipating her arrival.

“Mother!”

Carlisle’s pointed ears perked up with excitement, despite being reminded to keep them and his tail in check outside. His fluffy tail wagged vigorously.

“Did you come back?”

He nestled into her arms and nuzzled her cheek, but the moment was brief.

Carlisle tensed as she held him tightly, reluctant to release her, reacting to the unfamiliar scent.

“It smells like a dog.”