Werewolf Fantasy – London Has A New Breed Of Stalker Part 2

So, in this werewolf fantasy, I went from being nervous and a little irrational. But, as is the nature of being human, curiosity (and a little tingle of excitement) won over. There’s something alluring about a night sky aglow with the light of a full moon. It can make one do strange things.

So, there I stood with my toes buried in the soft cold sand out in the open. I was just waiting for whatever was going to happen. My heart was still racing despite my newfound excitement. It was a blend of terror and anticipation combined into an adrenaline rush.

The panting started up again. With the breeze all around me, it was hard to pinpoint where it was coming from. There were no trees to provide cover but there were rocks to hide behind and alleyways nearby with low walls. Where was this thing? Hell, what was it?

Then, I heard a low, deep growl that I could have sworn made the ground shake.

Although, that could have just been my imagination. Then, the night fell silent again and the only sounds I could hear were the lapping water, my racing heart, and my heavy breathing.

That was when the thing pounced on top of me. I felt a heavy body land atop me nearly crushing me with its’ weight. It was hairy and smelled kind of like a dog but not quite. I couldn’t really explain it. My eyes slowly came back into focus only to find bright gold eyes peering into them. They were feral, hungry, yearning eyes that were also somehow erotic. I gasped for breath while I continued to take in its’ appearance. Should I say his appearance?

His face was encircled in hair. The only thing not coated with it was the center of his face. He looked wild but not in an insane way. It was more of an animalistic way. His teeth were bared and as I looked at him, the hair started creeping inward until no scrap of skin could be seen.

My arms were outstretched and pinned to the soft bay sand with his hands.

No, wait, were those claws? His hands had morphed into something more like wolf paws. My pussy pulsed to the pace to the beat of the hot wafts of air he was breathing onto my face. Speaking of which, his mouth and nose were transforming into something more like a snout.

I didn’t struggle because I couldn’t move. He was so strong and I was so helpless. Despite that, my body was incredibly turned on in a way I couldn’t understand.

My eyes wandered, taking in every inch of his body. He was completely naked and he…was he horny? His cock was thick and so hard. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t noticed it pressed against my belly sooner.

Again, my pussy throbbed and an ache started to make my core tighten.

With a swipe of a pawed hand, my top was torn to shreds. Another swoosh of his clawed hand and my shorts were mostly scraps of cloth that barely covered my pussy. I was completely at the werewolf’s mercy.

What would you do? Would you fuck me and leave me there in the sand? Or, would you turn me into your beta? Give me a call and let me know how this fantasy ends because either way would be hot as hell.

Happy Samhain/Halloween everyone!


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