Vayne was in her office as usual, thinking on difficult things whats no one was able to name it. Her glasses hide her emotions not only her eyes.
At late night someone knocked the office's door.
- Come in! - sounded Vayne's voice to the newcomer.
A young man was it, his clothes torn, his face mixed with a tired expression with a confused one.
Vayne removed her legs from the desk, sit up straight while eyed the man.
- Will you ever speak or I have to g-
Before Vayne could finish the question the man started to tremble, shivers in every bone then lose controll and fall into the ground. The demon Hunter jumped to feet to see what was going on but a terrible werewolf swapped the man's place. The beast were twitch in pain, whining and howling, his saliva flows to the ground. Then finally stopped. Everything went silent for some moment. The transformation ended. The werewolf's eyes snapped open, yellow insane light in it and eyes Vayne, who was already armed with her crossbow and targeted him, a silver bolt's tip glared in the pale moonlight.
- I smell... black magic!
Before Vayne could protect herself Warwick jumped straight into her and Vayne missed the first shot. Both harshly landed on the ground and Vayne dropped the crossbow from the sudden pain in spine.
Warwick hit her, bitten and tore her clothes, all what the woman could do is to try not to get a bite from the dangerous beast.
Suddenly Warwick stopped, but before Vayne could do anything huge clawed hands grab and flip her and those claws captured her hands, forcing her to stay in place. Then something unexpected happened. Warwick pressed his fully erect cock into Vayne, her torned dress couldn't stop him. It's entered her fully, painfully, the beast was such large than any human. In a weird way, it's pleased the Hunter. Then he removed it completely and showed back again, but now with full lengh. His dick was huge and rough, blood vessels growed and sticky with pre-cum. Vayne shouted again with a slight tone of pleasure. Then Warwick started to pump with full force, roughly and fast, poking at Vayne's G-point. It made her groan insane, her body was on fire, her juicy flowed down on her inner tights and electricity in her spine. The pleasure totally washed away the pain and she came with a huge groan, pleasing again and again about the continous thrusts.
Vayne woke up.
Someone knocked the door. Again.
She removed her feet from the desk and grab her crossbow.
- Come in!
Vayne straightens her glasses and aim at the slowly opening door...
