Marcella Gale being her slutty self and luring knot toting wolves into her chambers.
Marcella bends over under a balcony arch and presents you that which she believes you should be looking at.
The vixen’s soft feet slid to and fro across the wolf’s spent length, seed ejaculated glistening on her luxurious fur.
Marcella teases her lover Amand on a daily basis, but when she is in her heat cycle, just the simple swaying of her tail is enough to turn the otherwise civil wolf man into an uncontrollable hunk of growls and spears.
These two usually find themselves in far more vulgar manifestations of love, but for once, they share a sprightly moment of self appreciation.
An accompanying image to a story I made during a long winter eve, a second person reading experience where Marcella Gale offers you her services.
It all began with a simple fantasy: where could the ever horny vixen Marcella Gale spend her vacation?
A series of images showcasing exactly how such a scenario plays out.
Marcella could never find herself after she left home at the early age of nineteen years. She travelled most of her home kingdom, Vulsa, and some of the neighbouring kingdoms, but never stuck around for any extended period of time.
Marcella often travels for whole weeks on end, avoiding the marked roads and instead opting for vast nature expanses.
An old sketch I created back when, of Marcella Gale spending time in an unspecified brothel and getting a bit too straightforward with her marketing tactics.