The sun finally broke through the treetops, spilling golden light over the village. But, unlike any previous morning, nobody seemed in a hurry to get back to routine. Sweaty skins, the smell of pleasure and ice cream were still everywhere. Some lobs and lobgirls napped together in corners, snuggled up; others moved slowly, trading complicit glances, smiles, and some gentle bites, like they didn't want that feeling to end so soon.
Cael woke with Lira curled at his side, hair tangled, her naked body partially covered by a sheet someone had grabbed from the back of the ice cream shop. Nara was on the other side, wrapped around him like a lazy she-wolf after a long hunt. The smell of ice cream was no longer just sweet, but spicy, intense, mixed with the scent of skins and the sweat that had dripped through the whole night.
Before he even opened his eyes, Cael felt a hot tongue licking his neck. He shivered all over. It was Lira, already awake and ready for more, gently biting his skin and giggling. "Wake up, alpha. Don't want to miss the best part of the day," she whispered, her hand sliding over his chest, down slowly toward his belly.
Cael couldn't help but grin crookedly, still a little dazed from so much pleasure. "Don't you two ever get tired?"
Nara turned to the side, biting his shoulder. "After last night? I don't think we'll ever get tired again. Zafira left you with a taste for sin."
Across the room, Zafira Blu was already up, in nothing but panties and a lacy blue bra, preparing something behind the counter. Her wild hair fell over one eye and she swayed her hips to music that seemed to come from the air itself. "Good morning, pack! Time for the naughtiest breakfast of your lives!"
She raised a tray with new cups, each with a different scoop: ruby red, golden, bright green, even a mysterious blue. The scent filled the room and no one could resist: soon everyone was around the counter, licking their lips, nudging, provoking each other. The mood was different now—besides the excitement, there was intimacy, complicity, a sense of freedom no one there had ever felt.
"Today's a special tasting," announced Zafira, winking at Cael and the lobgirls. "Forbidden Fruit Ice Cream, Wild Honey Sauce, Lunar Pepper Sprinkles. And for those who are braver... the new flavor: Mixed Skins."
She smiled with a dangerous gleam. "Anyone brave enough to taste it in front of everyone?"
Lira was the first to raise her hand, never shy. "If it's for licking, you can serve it wherever you want."
Zafira walked over, slid a spoonful of the blue ice cream over Lira's belly, and started spreading it slowly, so slowly, going down almost disappearing between her thighs. "Here it is. The secret is to lick everything, leaving nothing behind. Whoever gets Lira the most shivery wins more."
Cael wasted no time. He knelt beside Lira, running his tongue over her skin, tasting the exotic ice cream and the shiver rising slowly. Nara joined in, licking her friend's breasts, playing with her tongue on the already hard nipples. Lira moaned softly, throwing her head back, and everyone around watched, excited, some already playing with each other.
The mood got even hotter as other lobs began to challenge themselves, grabbing balls of ice cream and rubbing them on the bodies of their partners, their rivals, even their own friends. Zafira clapped, encouraged, offered herself up on a platter. "If you've never tried skin on skin, you don't know what it is to really come!" she shouted, raising a cup to the pack.
Suddenly, a huge, older wolf with graying fur and a serious look—the kind who used to give orders and scold—walked through the door. It was Garro, the old alpha of the village, always respected, but also feared. The room went silent for a moment, everyone afraid of a sermon or a premature end to the fun.
But Zafira didn't lose her rhythm. She walked over to Garro, took his hand, and licked a bit of ice cream off the back, never looking away. "You made it just in time to taste true pack unity, Garro. Here no one judges, no one commands. Just feels. Want to try it with me?"
The old alpha hesitated, his eyes moving from Cael—now clearly the center of attention—to Lira and Nara, both naked and covered in ice cream. For a second, he looked like he might complain, but tasting the ice cream on his hand, he closed his eyes, let out a rough grunt, and smiled for the first time in years.
The room exploded with laughter, the tension melted away. Zafira pulled Garro into the center of the circle, spreading ice cream on his broad chest, and soon three lobgirls were on him, licking and playing, the old alpha howling with pleasure. "That's better," commented Zafira, sitting on the counter and opening her legs for Cael, who didn't think twice before kneeling and licking the ice cream dripping down her thigh, tasting magic, desire, freedom.
In the corner, Lira pulled Nara closer, the two of them kissing, legs tangled. "Never thought I'd enjoy sharing," Lira whispered, biting her friend's lip.
Nara smiled, eyes closed. "In here, sharing is multiplying. I think I'll miss it when the magic ends."
Hearing that, Cael lifted his head and looked around. "Will this magic last forever?"
Zafira smiled, running her fingers through his hair. "The magic lasts as long as you want it to. The secret is not being afraid to ask. And never again going back to denying what you want. By the way, has anyone here thought about taking some ice cream home?"
The whole pack answered together, almost shouting, some already licking themselves, others hugging. "Yes!"
Zafira raised an enchanted box, full of tiny floating balls of ice cream, each glowing a different color. "Raise your hand if you want to try new flavors. But remember: each new flavor might awaken a new desire. If you don't want surprises, better not risk it."
The bravest went first: Cael, Lira, Nara, Garro. All took a floating ball and tasted it together. Immediately, new sensations arose: shivers, laughter, even more intense kisses, licking in unexpected places, hands losing their shame to explore any available body.
The morning turned into a never-ending party. The pack reinvented itself every minute: couples, trios, whole groups experimenting, no rules, just desire and freedom. Zafira, absolute queen of pleasure, ran the party from the counter, tasting every body, every flavor, never stopping smiling.
Amidst the chaos, Cael pulled Lira and Nara outside, into the sunlight. Lying on the grass, they laughed loudly, feeling the warmth of their skin and the softness of the breeze. "Do you think we'll ever forget this night?"
Lira answered with a lick to his chest. "I'll never forget. And if I do, I'll just ask Zafira to come back."
From afar, Zafira watched through the window, eyes shining with joy. "Every full moon, you'll feel the urge to taste again. And I'll always appear where desire is strongest. Don't worry—Gelato del Peccato never abandons those who know how to enjoy life."