Washed away

She stared at him in astonishment, her mouth parting as she found herself speechless. Actually speechless. How sheltered was this wolf? He looked to be around the same age as her, and she had lost her innocence a long time ago.


She slowly closed her mouth and continued to stare at him. Looking him in the eyes as her shock lent her courage. How to respond? “Do you know where babies come from?” She asked, trying to see exactly how much she had to wind back to the basics for him. “Fuck is a derogatory was of describing sex. Since fuck is also a swearword…” surely he knew that much. She started again. “fuck is like when a wolf buys a pretty slave and penetrates her again, and again, and again…” her voice was so dry a desert couldn't compare. She had never, ever, found herself with such an innocent wolf before. Did that mean he DIDN'T intend to make use of his slave that way?