Tenzen_Sama

His gaze slowly drifted up to her knees, and then her thighs. The soft white skin-it all looked so smooth. She watched him, marveling at how he seemed to memorize every detail of her. It made her feel so warm inside, to know that the sight of her body captivated his attention so much.

When his gaze fell upon her pussy, he was taken aback. He cocked his head and met her gaze. She suddenly got self-conscious and sat up.

"What? Is there something wrong?"

He was staring at her bush, or more precisely. the lack thereof! There was no hair on her mons, just a thin strip of dark curly hair that started just above the hood of her clit, went up three inches, and stopped.

He was totally confused. He had never seen any woman that had just a thin strip of hair down there. It was either all over and thick; or, if they were very young, not there yet, or just some fuzz. His head was cocked at an angle and his ears were fully forward, his forehead wrinkled as he tried to figure out why it looked the way it did.

She saw his expression was one of confusion, not disgust as she had feared. She relaxed a little.

A Mate For The Cursed Alpha

<p>She squatted next to the stain on the tree and the smell was very strong in her nostrils, much stronger than the mark at the cabin. That strange urge hit her again and she found herself pulling her pants down and squirting urine over his mark. She stood up and refastened her pants, thinking to herself, dama that was weird. She could smell her own scent now, covering him. It wasn't the same as the scent from her sex, close, but there was something else in it as well. She sniffed it and that click in her head snapped again, this time the message was CHALLENGE</p>

The Mark Of Challenge