Rogue Princess

She gazes up at me unbuckles my belt and undoes my pants. Sliding her hand inside my boxers she grips my length. Closing my eyes I thrust into her hand but the vision of my Little Vixen pops into my head and I know I cannot betray the bond. “I am not in the mood tonight,” “You are always in the mood for me,” “Not anymore,” ----- I was born to be extraordinary, meant to be a powerful force among all creatures. Born to three hybrid werewolves I should have been more powerful, more magical than any creature on this earth. But I am not. My wolf’s fur is silver, but I do not possess any of the abilities of a silver wolf. My witch heritage should have been enough for my powers to manifest naturally but they did not. I am nothing more than ordinary. An ordinary disappointment to the family. I am .......