The sun was barely threatening to rise when the village started to wake up in a very different way. The dense morning mist mixed the smell of wet earth, sweat and... ice cream. Anyone looking from outside would see scattered footprints across the square, marks of bodies that had rolled on the grass and even a few lost ice cream cones, like the memories of a wild and pleasurable ritual. The Gelato del Peccato still glowed, defying the rules of time, as if refusing to leave before the pack's last sigh of desire.
Inside the ice cream shop, the atmosphere was even thicker than the night before. Cael, Lira, Nara and other lobs and lobgirls were spread out over sofas, benches, and the floor, some half-dressed, others naked, laughing at themselves while they licked their own fingers, the leftovers of ice cream and, sometimes, the marks of others. The air was heavy with the scent of sex, sugar, and victory — the victory of those who, for one night, forgot all the limits imposed by pride.
Zafira Blu moved among them, like a mischievous goddess, her blue hair even messier, her eyes shining with pure wickedness. She carried a tray of new ice cream balls, now more colorful, with even more intense aromas. She went from one to the other, delivering quick licks, sticky kisses, and such spicy phrases that even the oldest wolves blushed.
"I told you you'd want more," she teased, sitting on Cael's lap, who was holding a spoon and a look lost between desire and happy exhaustion. "This night doesn't have to end, you know? In here, time is just the way we lick. Or are you all tired already?"
Lira, her naked body streaked with melted ice cream, licked her own arm and answered, her voice hoarse from so much moaning: "We only get tired when the will runs out. And this... feels like it never ends."
Nara, lying on her stomach, played with the ice cream between her thighs, sliding it slowly and shivering with each lick. "I want to taste all the flavors. And if I have to, I want to taste you all too. There's no shame here, right, Zafira?"
The witch giggled, tossing her hair back. "Here, there's only pleasure and desire. If you want to mix, just ask. In fact, today I'm making a flavor just for you. The taste of a free pack. The taste of those who aren't afraid to come together."
Other lobs and lobgirls came closer, drawn by the smell and the mood. They formed a circle around the counter, where Zafira was preparing the new recipe. The ingredients flew, each one more provocative: red fruit cream, shavings of aphrodisiac chocolate, a touch of pepper and honey. With every scoop, she licked her fingers with exaggeration, letting it drip down her tongue, onto her breasts, her wrists, trickling down to her navel.
"Did you know everything sweet can be even better if you taste it with someone else?" she teased, staring at Cael, Lira, and Nara in a way that promised mischief. "Let's do it this way: each of you tries the ice cream on the other's skin. Whoever makes the other moan louder gets to choose the next game."
The challenge was accepted with a chorus of laughter and howls. Lira took a scoop of the new ice cream and drew a line on Cael's abdomen, who shuddered as the cold turned into heat, her tongue following the trail down to his lower belly. The moan was inevitable, deep, hoarse. Nara didn't stay behind: she pushed Cael onto the sofa, sat on his legs, and rubbed her own ice cream on her breasts, offering them to Lira to lick while her hips moved slowly, a rhythm that left no doubt about what she wanted.
Zafira sat in front of the trio, slowly spreading her legs, scooping a bit of ice cream and rubbing it over her own sex, right there, in front of everyone. "Who wants to lick the ice cream maker today?" she whispered, her voice an invitation impossible to refuse.
Lira was the first to crawl over to Zafira, licking every drop, moving slowly up her belly, her breasts, biting lightly at the witch's nipples, who arched her body, moaning, making it clear there was no difference between serving and being served. Cael was hypnotized by the scene, his body throbbing, wanting to jump into that wild dance even more than any remaining shame.
Suddenly, a loud howl crossed the ice cream shop door. It was a call — not of danger, but of invitation. Other lobs and lobgirls, attracted by the sound, came in, making the space feel small for so much skin, so much tongue, so much desire to mix. Zafira laughed, pulling everyone close, piling up bodies, spreading ice cream in the most unexpected places: between thighs, behind ears, in the middle of breasts, between buttocks.
The room became a joyful, animalistic orgy, where everyone licked whoever they wanted, where the boundaries of sex, role, or shame simply disappeared. Cael found Lira's mouth, and the kiss was wilder than any hunt. Their tongues mixed with the taste of ice cream, and their hands explored every inch of skin, no rush, no doubts. Nara rode on another lob's back, moaning loudly, her legs trembling as she felt her whole body pulse under the touch of many hands, many mouths.
"You have no idea how much you needed this," Zafira teased, licking the tip of her finger and gently touching her own pearl, then slipping her fingers into Cael's mouth. "Lick it for me, alpha. Show you're good with your tongue."
He obeyed without thinking. His hot tongue traced Zafira's fingers, then went down her thigh, the mixed taste of ice cream, sweat, and skin addictive. The witch moaned, pulling his hair, eyes locked on his, while the pack all around fell into an even more uninhibited rhythm. Moans, laughter, bites, dirty words, and naughty requests mixed with the sound of the wind, now blowing hot outside.
The place's magic made every sensation stronger. Any lick was more intense, each moan reverberated through the whole body. No one wanted to stop. The lobgirls, once rivals of the lobs, now mixed, kissed, tasted each other without shame. Cael and Lira together explored Nara, who melted, laughing loud, begging for more.
Zafira, at the center of it all, was the queen of chaos. She created more ice creams, more flavors, more challenges. "Whoever has never come together, will learn now. I want to see who resists this flavor," she whispered, spreading a new ball of ice cream on the counter, lying naked on it. The pack drew closer, licking every inch of her skin, until the last moan was lost among laughter and sighs.
When the first ray of sun came through the window, no one wanted to leave. The Gelato del Peccato seemed to float between worlds, keeping everyone there, caught in that trance of pleasure and freedom. Cael, exhausted, lay on the floor, Lira and Nara at each side, hugging him, licking the skin still sticky with ice cream and sweat.
"I didn't know it could be like this," he whispered, his chest rising and falling slowly.
Lira smiled, her eyes shining with satisfaction. "Now you know. And you can want it whenever you want. Just ask."
Zafira sat down beside him, her hair tousled, her body shining with sweat and sugar. "Remember what I said, Cael? The real sin is not tasting. Here, desire is never too much. And now, the pack is more united than ever."