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is dancing again as I feel his fingertips brushing the back of my knee and thigh, pulling my skirt up. The touch is so gentle, I wonder if I am imagining it. Despite my recent fear, I have no compulsion to run, and shift my feet to accommodate the hand traveling slowly up to my underwear. My pussy begins to twitch as the feathery touch hooks into the back of my panties and pulls them aside. I feel two fingers – no, they can’t be fingers, they are sharp but gentle – slip to my aching pussy lips and prise them apart slowly. My juices flood out over them and I groan, bending forward as the man reaches into the back of my hair. The fingernails withdraw and reach further into my mound where they tangle into my own pelt. They feel, I realise, like claws. As soon as I think it, it’s as if they retract into flesh and the fingers retreat to the mouth of my pussy. Do it, do it! I think, needing desperately to surround something. I lean back into him and he slides his two fingers up into me. I clench around them and grind my arse into his forearm. My knickers have become tangled in my pussy lips just at my clit and are applying the perfect pressure as I pulse and rock. I don’t know what he’s doing with those fingers of his but my pussy is throbbing and clawing to come. I am on the brink, one last thrust, that’s it, I think as his fingers withdraw slightly for the final push. I brace myself but suddenly he pulls out completely and my panties slip back into place.
    With his grip still fierce in my hair he growls low into my ear, ‘Here, 9pm.’ He pushes me forward and I stumble into the alley with the sound of the fire exit slamming shut.
    I am early. I tried, oh how I tried to be late! But time seemed to freeze. No matter what I did, I could not be distracted and so here I am and an eternity has passed since closing time at the museum. I pull my fake sheepskin coat tight around me to stave off the evening chill. I had big dilemmas on what to wear, what to shower in, which perfume to choose. Until, in the end I kept on my day clothes and dabbed my pulse points with my own fragrant scent. My pussy has not recovered and is still twitching with heat, want and moisture. My knickers are soaked and the tops of my thighs are raw where I have rubbed them together as I walked to try to gain some relief from my aching.
    When I feel like an hour has passed I check my watch. 8.59. At last the door swings open and a huge figure swoops down and lifts me off my feet. Just as my neck falls back and I am pulled into the building, the clouds flit across the sky to reveal a full moon. The door closes hard behind us and we are at once engulfed in darkness.
    His breath is thick and hot on my neck and his hands tear at my clothing, pulling my coat off and throwing it to the ground. He pushes me into the wall and his head dips to my chest as he exposes my breasts, roughly grabbing them and sinking his face into them. My nipples respond, violently peaking, and I grab his thick hair, holding him into me, letting his mouth devour and suckle me. I shift my feet to the sides and wriggle my bum against the wall to ride my skirt up. He notices, of course he does, and reaches down, slicing the fabric off me with a nail. I shudder. Suddenly he stops and stands before me, still in darkness. Just as I brace myself for another round, I feel my coat being gently replaced around my shoulders.
    â€˜Come.’ His voice winds around and into my ear like a dark secret. ‘It’s not yet time.’ He takes my hand and I follow.
    I can smell the differences in the rooms we pass through and inhale deeply as we enter my room. My wolf room. I expect to be stopped and ordered down onto the fur but we keep walking. I’m disappointed. He must sense the shift as he tugs on my wrist. My feet catch on something and I realise we are climbing a steep, spiralling staircase.
    â€˜Where are we going?’ I ask as I hear the jangle of