Jane lounged on her worn leather couch in the dim glow of her apartment's single lamp, the paperback erotica novel open across her thighs as she bit her lower lip in nervous habit. The clock read past midnight, another routine evening of freelance deadlines and solitary reading, when a deep, throaty moan vibrated through the shared wall from the neighboring unit. It started low and insistent, followed by the rhythmic creak of furniture and a woman's breathy gasps that built into sharp cries of pleasure, the unmistakable slap of skin against skin echoing like a forbidden secret meant only for her ears.

She froze, the novel slipping slightly as heat crept up her neck. At thirty-two, Jane had never known a man's touch beyond the fleeting brushes in crowded cafes or the awkward hugs from her few friends, whose own tales of sex were as mundane as her freelance life. The sounds intensified—raw grunts mingling with wet, rhythmic thrusts that painted vivid images in her mind from the pages she'd just read—and her body responded with an unfamiliar ache low in her belly, her inexperienced mind wondering what it would feel like to be on the receiving end of such abandon. She pressed her thighs together, soft-hearted curiosity warring with the flush of embarrassment, yet she couldn't pull away from the wall's whispers that stirred her long-buried desires for exploration.

Over the next several nights, the sounds grew bolder and more frequent, each episode drawing her from her reading to press an ear closer, her pulse quickening as the neighbor's voice—deep, commanding, and laced with unrestrained hunger—dominated the air. She imagined the bodies entwined just inches away, the way his cock might drive into a willing pussy with relentless force, and her own untouched form tingled with a mix of envy and yearning, her soft heart hoping whoever was on the other side found the release she secretly craved for herself.

Her soft heart hoping whoever was on the other side found the release she secretly craved for herself. Days blurred into a haze of freelance deadlines and restless nights, until the building heat inside her finally spurred action; she ordered delicate lace bra and panty sets online, heart pounding with shy anticipation as she hit purchase, only to forget them entirely when work swallowed her routine.

One evening, keys jangling, she returned home to find the plain brown package sitting squarely before her neighbor's door, a flush racing up her throat as she snatched it up in panic and hurried inside, the box clutched to her chest like a guilty secret. In her bedroom, she peeled away her clothes and slipped into the first set—a sheer black lace bra that cradled her full breasts, nipples tightening against the delicate fabric, paired with matching panties that hugged the soft curves of her hips and the untouched mound between her thighs. She turned before the mirror, biting her lip, then tried another in deep crimson, the thin straps accentuating the swell of her ass and the gentle dip of her waist, her soft-hearted curiosity blooming into something warmer as she imagined hands—his hands—tracing those edges.

A third set, ivory and nearly translucent, clung perfectly until a sudden gust from the open window sent the curtains fluttering; the fabric shifted, exposing her bare pussy in a fleeting, intimate flash, pink folds glistening faintly with the arousal she'd denied for so long. Outside, unseen, Nero's golden eyes gleamed from the shadowed gap in his own curtains, his cock hardening against his thigh as he watched the innocent display, a low growl rumbling in his chest at the sight of her vulnerable, untouched form.

The low growl rumbled deeper in Nero's chest, his cock thickening and straining against the fabric of his pants as the sight of her glistening pink folds burned into his mind, stirring the unbearable heat that had plagued him for weeks. No random woman from the city had ever quenched the fire of his werewolf blood, but this innocent writer next door—with her soft curves and untouched pussy—sparked something primal. He would befriend her first, lure her slowly into his domain where he could train her as his submissive mate, filling her with his mana and seeds during the full moon's peak.

The next morning, Nero orchestrated their first "coincidental" encounter in the hallway, stepping out of his door just as Jane emerged with her keys in hand. "Morning," he said with a mischievous smirk, his golden eyes tracing the flush on her cheeks while his tall, muscular frame filled the narrow space. "I'm Nero, just moved in. You must be the neighbor I've heard... well, not much from, but the building's quiet." Jane bit her lower lip nervously, her soft heart prompting a shy smile as she replied, "Jane. Welcome," her body tingling with an unfamiliar awareness of his commanding presence. He held the elevator door for her inside the lift, their shoulders brushing as the doors closed, the confined air thick with his earthy scent that made her thighs press together unconsciously.

Over the following days, these meetings multiplied—him "accidentally" catching her by the mailboxes, sharing a knowing grin in the lobby, or riding the lift together where his teasing comments about late nights drew her curiosity closer. Nero's arousal simmered beneath his arrogant exterior, his cock twitching at the thought of her lace-clad body begging beneath him, yet he reined it in, planting seeds of trust. Each encounter left Jane's untouched form aching with budding desire, her erotica reading now colored by fantasies of his hands claiming her, while Nero plotted the perfect moment to draw her into his room and unleash the full force of his heat.

Nero returned to his apartment after another hallway exchange with Jane, her shy smile and bitten lip leaving him more agitated than satisfied. Despite his arrogant charm and deliberate proximity in the elevator or at the mailboxes, her inexperience kept her at arm's length, her soft-hearted glances never quite crossing into the submission he craved. The werewolf heat clawed deeper under his skin with each passing day, his cock aching and half-hard even now as he paced the kitchen, golden eyes flashing with frustration. Nights spent with city women had only deepened the failure—eager pussies clenching around his thick shaft yet unable to draw out the mana or seeds that built like pressure in his balls, their moans hollow compared to the primal release he sensed Jane could provide.

A mischievous idea struck as he rummaged through his cabinets, pulling out a tin of imported chocolate powder laced with an old clan aphrodisiac meant to ignite forgotten passions. He would bake her cookies, a neighborly gesture to bridge her shyness, imagining her innocent body spread across his countertop, lace panties tugged aside to expose that glistening pink pussy while he fed her the treats and watched desire bloom. In his fantasy, she begged with wide eyes, thighs trembling as his fingers parted her folds and his cock pressed against her untouched entrance, training her to take every inch until she milked him dry. Forgetting his friend's stern warning about the dosage—too much could frenzy any nearby males and was deadly close to the full moon—he dumped nearly the entire packet into the batter, the rich scent filling the air as his mind lingered on Jane's soft curves yielding beneath him.

The heat surged violently that night after the cookies cooled, his failed encounters from the bar earlier leaving him empty and snarling. Collapsing to the floor in his living room, Nero clutched his throbbing cock through his pants, the full moon's pull amplifying the unbearable fire as visions of Jane's begging form tormented him, his body writhing in desperate need for the one woman who might finally sate his werewolf hunger.

His body writhing in desperate need for the one woman who might finally sate his werewolf hunger. The imported chocolate cookies sat untouched on the counter nearby, their aphrodisiac-laced aroma seeping through the thin apartment walls like a forbidden invitation, rich and heady with undertones that stirred even the air itself. Nero growled low in his throat, golden eyes squeezed shut as his hand fumbled clumsily at his zipper, freeing his swollen cock to the cool floorboards; thick veins pulsed along its length, pre-cum beading at the tip while his balls ached with unshed mana and seed, every failed night with those hollow city women flashing through his mind like taunts that only sharpened the full moon's torment.

In the adjoining apartment, Jane paused mid-sentence in her latest chapter draft, the sweet, chocolatey scent curling into her space and drawing her from the couch where she'd been lazing with her novel. She bit her lower lip, glancing at the clock—past midnight, the hour when those intense, rhythmic sounds usually vibrated through the wall, yet tonight there was only silence. Pressing her ear to the shared surface, she heard nothing but the faint rasp of labored breathing, her soft heart quickening with worry; what if something had happened to him? The helpful instinct she couldn't ignore propelled her to slip on a robe over her lace panties, pad barefoot into the hallway, and test his door—unlocked, it swung open to reveal scattered cookie crumbs on the floor and Nero slumped against the sofa, sweat-drenched and shirtless, his muscular chest heaving as moonlight spilled across his exposed, throbbing erection.

Jane rushed to his side without hesitation, her soft heart overriding the shock at his exposed state, and clumsily hooked her arms under his to help him onto the sofa. "Nero, what happened? You look... in pain," she murmured, biting her lower lip as she tugged at his heavy frame, but the belt of her robe snagged and loosened, the fabric parting to reveal the sheer lace panties beneath—cutouts framing her hardened nipples and leaving her untouched pussy exposed in delicate, teasing strips that hugged her hips. Unaware, she turned to nudge the front door shut with her hip, muffling any chance of hallway disturbance from the other apartments, then bent to sweep cookie crumbs from the floor before her curiosity drew her toward the untouched treats on the counter, their rich chocolate scent pulling her in like a whispered promise.

Nero's dulled senses still caught every shift of her presence, the soft pad of her bare feet, the faint rustle of lace as she moved around him while tending to his sweat-slicked form with a cool towel fetched from the kitchen. He smirked inwardly at her unphased glances over his throbbing cock, still standing rigid and veined under the moonlight, untouched by her innocent focus even as his balls ached with pent-up mana and seed. This was his opening—her helpful nature a perfect lever for the submission he craved—and he began to feign sharper pain, groaning low as she returned to wipe his brow and chest, his golden eyes half-lidded in feigned torment while he watched her cheeks flush.

The aphrodisiac-laced air thickened between them, and Jane felt an unfamiliar heat blooming low in her belly, spreading insistently between her thighs to make her pussy lips tingle and grow slick against the cutout lace, her body responding with a slow, building ache she couldn't name yet couldn't pull away from as she pressed the towel to his fevered skin.

Nero shifted with a low, pained growl, his golden eyes flashing as he attempted to push himself upright on the sofa, but his clawed hand caught the loose belt of her robe instead. The fabric tore free in his desperate grip, sending Jane tumbling forward with a startled gasp, her full breasts spilling free and pressing warm and soft against his face, the hardened nipples brushing his lips as her body pinned him momentarily.

Panic flared in her chest, her soft heart racing as she bit her lower lip and scrambled to right herself, one hand instinctively pushing down against his inner thigh for leverage. The motion brought her forearm flush against the thick, throbbing length of his cock, the veined heat of it searing through her skin while pre-cum smeared across her wrist; she froze, cheeks burning as the scent of his werewolf musk mixed with the chocolatey aphrodisiac, making her untouched pussy clench involuntarily. Nero's arrogant smirk deepened beneath her breasts, his tongue flicking out to taste the salt of her skin in a teasing lick that sent sparks through her nerves, his free hand gripping her hip to steady her even as the angle trapped her curvy form. Her fluster only heightened his delight, the failed nights with those hollow city women a distant echo compared to this innocent neighbor's yielding warmth, and every wriggle of her body only ground her lace-clad slit closer to his aching balls, heavy with unshed mana and seed.

The narrow space between the sofa and the low living room table left her no easy escape, her bare ass brushing the edge of the table as she tried to twist away, but the movement sent her tumbling off balance entirely. She landed on her back against the floorboards with a soft thud, legs splayed in the tight gap, the sheer lace panties riding up to expose the slick folds of her pussy to the moonlight while her robe puddled uselessly around her. Nero loomed above, chest heaving with the unbearable heat that clawed at him, his cock twitching visibly as he drank in her sprawled, flustered vulnerability, the aphrodisiac already threading through her veins to make her thighs tremble with that budding ache.

Nero's voice rumbled low and deceptively gentle through the charged air, his golden eyes glinting with feigned concern as he murmured, "Do you need help getting up?" Jane's cheeks burned hotter, her soft heart fluttering with embarrassment as she bit her lower lip and gave a small, shy nod, her legs still splayed wide in the narrow gap. He wasted no time, shifting to kneel closer with a helpful facade while his clawed hand pressed against the low table's edge to shove it aside, the motion deliberately sweeping his knuckles across the stiff peaks of her exposed nipples and then lower, brushing the slick, swollen folds of her pussy through the sheer lace that clung wetly to her trembling flesh. The contact sent a jolt through her untouched body, her breath hitching as fresh arousal coated the fabric, the aphrodisiac amplifying every spark into a deep, insistent throb between her thighs.

With careful strength, he gripped her hips to guide her upright, but the sudden shift in their positions—her seated on the floor and him kneeling above—brought her face level with his rigid cock, the thick, veined shaft slapping lightly against her parted lips in the process. Pre-cum smeared across her soft mouth, the musky heat of him flooding her senses as her wide eyes met his smirk, her inexperience leaving her frozen in that intimate press while her tongue instinctively darted out to taste the salty bead. Jane's soft curves quivered, her full breasts heaving as confusion and budding desire warred in her gaze, the feel of his throbbing length against her mouth stirring an unfamiliar hunger that made her pussy clench and drip onto the floorboards beneath her.

Nero's hand lingered at her shoulders, his touch possessive yet tender as he held her there a moment longer, watching her flustered reaction with arrogant delight, the unbearable heat in his balls pulsing harder at the sight of her innocent lips parted so invitingly around his tip. The failed nights with hollow encounters faded into nothing compared to this yielding neighbor, her body responding so beautifully to the laced air and his subtle dominance, and he fought the urge to thrust forward, instead letting the moment stretch to draw out her soft-hearted submission. Jane's breath hitched as the heat fully claimed her, her wide eyes glazing with instinctive need; she leaned in without thought, her tongue extending to drag slowly from the heavy base of his balls upward along the thick, veined shaft in one deliberate, savoring lick, tasting the musky salt of him before pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along every pulsing inch toward the swollen head.

Nero's golden eyes narrowed with the effort of restraint, his clawed fingers tightening on her arms as he battled the feral urge to bury himself in her petite mouth or plunge into her soaked pussy, instead allowing her to explore at her own pace, his cock twitching against her lips while she mapped its length. Each bead of pre-cum she lapped away carried traces of his excess mana, seeping into her system like a spark that confirmed his deepest suspicion—she could be marked as his mate, her body already humming with the bond as her untouched form responded with fresh waves of slick heat. Her hands, trembling and unguided, drifted between her own spread thighs, fingers finding her throbbing clit and slick folds to rub in slow, seeking circles for relief, her moans vibrating against his shaft as arousal dripped onto the floorboards.

Nero watched with sharp delight, his hands sliding from her shoulders upward to cup her full breasts, thumbs circling and flicking the stiff, exposed nipples in teasing rhythms that drew sharp gasps from her, his grip firm yet guiding as he molded the soft flesh and watched her hips buck against her own touch. The aphrodisiac deepened her flush, her tongue returning to lave his tip with reverent strokes while her fingers worked faster between her legs, every sensation binding her closer to the werewolf's claim.

Nero's fingers tightened briefly on her breasts before he drew back with a low, rumbling growl, shifting his powerful frame to perch on the very edge of the sofa. The motion drew Jane forward on her knees without resistance, her body sliding naturally into the space between his spread thighs as the aphrodisiac haze clouded her judgment and stoked the ache between her legs. Her glazed eyes fixed on his cock, thick and glistening from her earlier licks, and she leaned in to part her lips around the swollen head, enveloping it in the tight, wet heat of her mouth like a velvet glove. The taste of him—musky, salty, laced with that strange spark of mana—made her moan softly around the intrusion, her tongue swirling experimentally as her untouched pussy clenched and dripped fresh arousal onto the floorboards below.

His hands moved to cradle the back of her head, fingers threading through her hair with possessive care, guiding her in a slow, deliberate rhythm that bobbed her mouth up and down over just the tip. Each shallow thrust sent sparks through her nerves, her soft-hearted submission blooming under his touch as she sucked with growing eagerness, saliva trailing down his shaft. Nero's golden eyes darkened with delight at the wet, rhythmic sounds echoing from between her thighs, the slick glide of her own fingers circling her swollen clit and parting her folds in desperate need. He could see it in her wide, unfocused gaze—the bond taking root—and his mischievous smirk deepened as he began the next phase, his voice a velvet command that promised training, dominance, and the release of every drop of seed she was destined to take. "That's it, little neighbor... let it consume you. You'll beg for my knot before the night ends."

Nero's grip tightened in her hair as her inexperienced mouth worked over the swollen head of his cock, her tongue swirling with hesitant curiosity that sent jolts of pleasure racing up his spine. The pressure in his balls built dangerously, mana and seed threatening to spill too soon into her eager throat, but he refused to release like this—not when her untouched body offered so much more. With a low growl, he pulled her off gently but firmly, her lips parting from him with a wet pop, saliva glistening on her chin. He lifted her effortlessly onto his lap, positioning her to straddle his thighs, her slick pussy hovering just above his throbbing length as her robe fell completely away.

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