Somehow, they had managed to sleep for three very peaceful, wholly uneventful hours. Unfortunately, those deliciously unmemorable three hours had progressed a lot of things, and Rain awoke from her slumber feeling as though she were in a sauna, sweat soaked through her raven locks and her breathing was ragged. And her pain, oh god, her pain had escalated from a low level 4 or 5 to a full-blown 10, probably with a few bonus points for good measure.
She tried to sit up, failed, and frantically shoved at her sleeping mate. "Ryan?" she called his name, sorry that she had to disrupt that angelic look plastered across his gorgeous face. "Ryan, wake up! I need you!"
His eyes opened slowly, showing dazed and confused brown irises. "What's wrong?" He yawned and stretched his hands over his head.
"A lot of things," she puffed as she tried to raise herself up again. "I'm in a shitload of pain and it feels like it's 300-degrees in here. Why did you turn the heat up?"
"I didn't." He stood up, stretched again, then came around to her side of their bed and helped to lift her up. He gently propped her on her feet but allowed her to cling to his hands for support. She stood bow-legged, gaping at him. He couldn't help but laugh. "I take it that this is not a comfortable position for you?"
She glanced down at her feet and grunted. "I'm not sure. It doesn't hurt any worse than lying in bed, but I think my vagina might be gaping open ten miles wide right now."
He barked a loud reply at this, then smirked. "I doubt that is the case, my love."
Rain tried to walk towards their bathroom and realized that she was waddling like a penguin, with Ryan gently touching her hips as he watched her every movement like a hawk. She tried to focus on her goal, and continued to walk slowly, waddle really, toward the toilet. Once she was seated, she spread her legs to the sides and immediately fished a hand down toward her folds.
Ryan's eyes widened in shock as he watched this. "What, pray tell, are you doing?" he stammered.
She laughed at the ludicrousness of his question. "I want to see if I can feel the pup."
He paled, then turned a bit green around the edges. He faltered a bit as he stood in place, and Rain was immediately afraid that he was going to crash to the tile flooring. Thankfully, he righted himself, then ran a hand up over his face and into his sleep-tousled locks and sighed. Once he had turned his back to glance into the mirror, she shoved two fingers up into her folds and poked timidly. She felt nothing out of the ordinary, nothing that hadn't been there a million times before when she lay masturbating in bed as a young teen.
"Are you done diddling yourself?" Ryan called, refusing to turn back around.
"Yes, jackass," Rain snorted. "There's nothing there."
Ryan stepped back to her and frowned. "My initial reaction is to ask what you expected to find up in there, but I think that I actually do not want the answer to that question."
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White Lightning
Werewolf[Ongoing Serial Novel][Werewolf] [MIW] In our world, for every female pup born there were five very eager and wanton males waiting for her to turn of age. Some packs considered their females to be ripe at sixteen, but my great-grandfather had establ...
