Ballad of a Lycanthrope
Prologue
I looked up at the young woman straddling my hips and all I could think was,
"Oh shit." I knew I should sit up and ask her to leave but the mixture of alcohol and desire racing through my blood pretty much guaranteed that wasn't going to happen. As she took off her shirt I realized she wasn't wearing anything underneath and I let out a low growl of approval. I hate bras, they usually just get in the way and I don't always have time to spare. She deftly unbuttoned my shirt and trailed her nails down my very bare chest and the sprinkling of hair I have there. This time the growl was loud and menacing enough that she started but upon meeting my eye and finding the desire there she smiled.
"Is the big bad wolf going to eat me," she asked coquettishly. I laughed quietly and nibbled on her ear.
"Oh, beautiful girl, if only you knew," I growled quietly as I felt the shift begin. I knew I had seconds before I would be covered in fur and I flipped so she was pinned beneath me. I heard her moan as I seperated her legs, intentionally being a little rougher than necessary, and a jolt of anticipation ran through me. Her arousal was so thick in the air that I could almost taste it and I heard her voice as if from underwater begging for me to be inside her. I smiled, my fangs glistening in the moonlight and thought,
"Slow down delicous girl. I have to make this sustain me for an entire year."