Born Again Primal

Trigger Warning: This story features an extended sexual assault of a woman by a werewolf. Also, if you're religious at all, this story isn't for you.

This is my entry for Halloween 2026. I encourage everyone to read all the entries, vote for your favorites, and support this wonderful community

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"And please take care of my little brother." Emily looks over her folded hands at Heart and offers him a loving, playful smirk. "Help him see the light and repent his sinful ways--and his sinful thoughts."

Heart snorts. It used to bother him when she would needle him for not being a person of faith, but he's come to understand that it comes from a good, if perhaps unwelcome, place.

Speaking of sinful thoughts, he's having a full-blown sinful thought about his sister right now as she kneels in prayer before him.

Sensing she's wrapping up her prayer, he slides on his leather jacket and steps behind her. And even though he tries to resist, he can't help but look down. He sighs inwardly at the sight of her naked feet tucked under her butt, her right toes resting on her left. He knows she isn't doing that to turn him on; it's just something she's always done, and it has been turning him on since he was sixteen.

She took her simple vows three years ago at the ripe old age of eighteen, transforming his sister Emily into Sister Emily. "What a waste," Heart thought at the time. His sister is a stone-cold fox, and she not only has never had sex, but she has never even kissed a guy. But she took a vow of celibacy and never looked back.

"At least go out and sow your wild oats," he said the night before she took her vows.

"Wild oats? Who are you, Grandpa?" she said.

"It's just... why not experience the world and then join the order when you're sure?"

Of course, what Heart had meant by "experience the world" was "At least have sex with me first."

They couldn't have been more different. She was the older, wiser angel; he was the younger, wilder demon. And they loved each other. --Of course, Heart's love has always had a carnal aspect to it, whereas Emily has never had a carnal thought in her life.

Emily finishes her prayer, and Heart swallows and pulls his eyes away from her toes. He's not even sure why he's so turned on by the sight of her feet like that. He doesn't have a foot fetish. But there's just something about her, kneeling in prayer, toes on display, that has always turned him on.

He helps her stand, and she dusts off her habit.

"You sure you don't mind?" she asks him for the tenth time this evening. She slips on her shoes.

"Just because I like to party doesn't mean I'm a heartless bastard." Then he braces himself for her scolding for using the b-word. Instead, she just looks up at him with a smile that says, "You'll never change, will you?"

They leave her room and exit the convent. Heart drives his truck around the building to the Monsignor's bungalow. She hops out while Heart backs into a spot and lowers the truck bed gate. He approaches the bungalow. A sinking feeling grows in his pit as he sees the Monsignor standing before his sister, his hand on the top of her head, giving her some kind of blessing.

Heart has never liked the Monsignor. Always thought he was a creep. Not that he's had any good reason to feel that way. It's just a vibe. But over the years, Heart has learned to trust his heart.

"Thank you, Heart," the Monsignor says. "You are an angel."

"Mmm." Heart steps inside and grabs the giant bag of candy and hoists it over his shoulder, feeling like a Halloween version of Santa Claus. He bends down and grabs the other massive bag. "Shall we?" he says to his sister.

It takes a few moments to get out of town, but then they're on 276, driving along the twisty mountain road, through thick woods. He hums to himself as he taps on the steering wheel.

"It's looking kinda nasty, isn't it?" Emily says, looking up into the sky. No sooner does she say that than giant raindrops start pelting the truck.

"Sucks for the trick-or-treaters. But at least your kids are..."

She looks at him. "What?"

"I was gonna say at least they're safe and sound in the hospital, but then that sounded crass or something--"

"Heart!"

A tree suddenly falls across the road. Heart swerves left--his only option to avoid smashing into it. But then his truck careens off the road and rumbles down the steep embankment. Emily screams. Heart slams on the brakes and tries to steer. He even applies the parking brake. But no dice. The slope is too great and now too muddy, and the truck slides out of control until it finally smashes into a tree.

Airbags.

"You okay?" he asks after they recover from the shock.

"I think." She checks herself to make sure she didn't get impaled. "You?"

He nods.

"Should we get out?" she asks, wondering if the truck is going to blow up. But that would mean stepping out into the pouring rain--the pouring rain in the Blue Ridge Mountains on a chilly, Halloween night.

"I don't smell gas or anything," Heart says. "I don't think we're in danger of exploding. Let's stay in here for a second. The storm should pass soon."

He checks his phone, but his service is shit. Hers too.

She looks at him and starts laughing.

"What's so funny?" he asks, but she's always been one to laugh in the face of danger. Maybe it's her faith. She takes his hand, and they reminisce about past Halloweens and wait for the storm to pass, which it does in fifteen minutes.

Heart's door is crunched up against the tree trunk, so they climb out on Emily's side. He slides his leather jacket around her, and she asks how she looks, knowing full well that she looks ridiculous: a nun in a habit and black leather jacket.

"Amazing as always," he says, beaming at her.

She takes his arm, and they hike up the mountainside, back towards the highway. It's not easy. Although the rain has stopped, it's muddy and steep, and neither of them is exactly wearing hiking gear.

She lets out a playful shriek as her feet slide out from under her, and she falls face-first into the mud. He helps her up and wipes her face clean. Even with mud on her, she's still a stunner. Standing here in the woods, her beautiful face beaming up at him, illuminated by the light of the full moon... Heart has to use all his willpower not to lean down and kiss her.

The sound of a large animal moving through the branches startles them.

Whatever it is, it's coming their way.

Fast.

Heart grabs a large stick, but he can tell the moment he picks it up that it's rotten to the core.

A... bear? Wolf? Mountain lion? Something leaps out of nowhere toward Emily.

Heart swings his rotten branch. It connects but snaps in half. He did, however, manage to knock the beast off its course and give Emily a moment to scramble behind him. But then the creature spins, snarls, and... stands? It bares its sharp canines.

"What the--" is all Heart manages to get out before the beast leaps at him, swiping at his face and sending him flying. He lands, head smacking on a fallen tree branch, knocking him out cold.

The creature encircles Emily. "God, help me!" she screams as it advances.

Its claws tear at her clothes, shredding Heart's jacket and slicing through Emily's habit. She does her best to cover herself and protect her face, but the creature is too powerful. She tumbles backward, landing on her ass. She kicks at the beast, but it grabs her legs and holds them. As terrified as she is, she can't believe that whatever this thing is, it has opposable thumbs.

The creature pulls her toward it--no, not it: him. Sister Emily can see the beast has a penis. A penis that is rising up to meet her as it pulls her towards him.

"NO!"

She tries with all her might to kick herself free, but for all her wiggling and kicking and screaming, the creature is so strong he barely even registers that his victim is struggling. He's too busy focusing on her revealed form, for as he pulls her towards him, Sister Emily's lower half slides out from under her tunic, revealing silky white legs and a groin that is covered only by white underwear.

The werewolf kneels before her. Saliva drips from his mouth. He lets go of her left leg, and his claws seize her right shoe, which he easily removes, even though she's frantically kicking at him. He grabs her left leg and repeats the process, pulling off her other shoe and tossing it aside.

She tries kicking him in the dick with her right foot, but she misses and slams her leg into the beast's muscular thigh. Pain shoots up through her foot. He quickly recaptures her right ankle and stares hungrily at her legs.

Now that she has a good look at the creature, she realizes that it can be only one thing: a werewolf. It's the only explanation that makes any sense. It's not a man in a werewolf costume: it's too large by half, and its legs could only belong to a wolf or dog. But although its face looks like a wolf with its long snout, sharp canines, pointy ears, and yellow eyes that seem to glow in the dark, it's definitely not a wolf. Not only does it have opposable thumbs, but its powerful torso is more humanoid than wolf-like. There's simply no other explanation. She's in the grips of a werewolf. And yes, she knows that's insane, but at this point, who cares if she's crazy? She's about to be consumed.

"Hearrrrt!" she screams at her brother as the demon brings her foot toward its foul mouth. "Heart, wake up!"

And then she lets out a surprised and overstimulated yelp as the demon... licks her foot? It does it again. Its long tongue licks up from her heel to her toes, and she says, "Yaaaaa" as she shivers from intense ticklishness. It hungrily licks her other foot, again causing her to howl in fear and overwhelming stimulation.

What is he doing? Taste-testing his dinner?

She turns and pleads again for her brother to wake up. Then she reaches around on the ground for anything--got it!

She grabs the heavy rock and hurls it at the beast's face, smashing it on the snout.

The creature roars at her, spit flying all over her face. Once it's satisfied it has terrified her, it opens its long jaws and swallows her whole foot up to her ankle.

She screams and winces, waiting for it to snap her foot right off, but instead, the demon clamps its teeth down on her, closes its mouth... and sucks? Its tongue licks and licks her foot as the demon sucks her foot deeper into its mouth and then keeps sucking as it pulls her out. Its teeth gently scrape the top and bottom of her foot as she howls and calls for help.

"Please, Lord! Please save me!"

She cries as it takes her foot into its mouth again and wraps its long tongue around it, licking, licking, licking...

She closes her eyes and mutters a quiet prayer. She begs for forgiveness. She begs for mercy. "Please, Lord. Please make it quick."

But the beast has no intention of finishing her off so quickly. It has no intention of killing her. It has other plans entirely.

It once again swallows her foot, clamping its teeth on her and licking her, but now, with her foot trapped in its mouth, it reaches its left hand down and slides a claw under the waistband of her underwear... and tears, instantly shredding the material and exposing her to the night.

She screams, only now fully comprehending what hellish torture this beast has in store for her.

"Please God, no! Please!"

Just kill me, she thinks. Just kill me. Don't do... that. Please. Not that. Don't torture me. Don't humiliate me like that. Please. I know I'm going to die. Let me die with some shred of dignity.

The creature plunges down, trapping her legs under its broad shoulders, and proceeds to lick her where no other person--or thing--has ever touched. Its snout presses up against her, and its tongue extends, licking with long, powerful strokes that cause her to leap out of her skin as the tongue slides through her opening and flicks up against her... that.

"Nooo-oo-o-o-o..." she whimpers. "Please. Please stop."

But it's not stopping.

It's only just begun.

She pounds her fists against its face, but the creature merely grabs her wrists and pins them to the ground.

Its tongue delivers one more powerful lick of her entire sex. And then the beast opens its mouth, its long front teeth clamping down on her skin just north of her organ--not enough to draw blood, but enough to let her know that she'd better not move. It sends its tongue out, flickering and wiggling and worming its way inside. It then sinks in deeper, deeper, deeper, twisting and winding its way through her, filling her, coating her with its warm saliva, paving the way for what's to come.

Emily's sobs are barely audible. She whimpers for her brother to wake up, but he's not budging. Is he even alive? She's not sure what to wish for at this point.

The beast adjusts its position, lifting her ass off the ground and throwing her legs over its shoulders. She tries to crush her thighs together, but the creature merely relishes her struggle, twisting its head this way and that before plunging in again.

It once again opens its mouth, but this time, it sends its lower jaw inside her. The beast nods and shakes its head, its jaw sliding in, in, in further still. Emily screams, once again filled with terrified energy, but the deeper it goes, the less she wants to struggle, lest she cause the creature to bite down and tear her in two. Finally, the creature's lower jaw is in as far as it can go.

Then its tongue goes to work. It starts rubbing and licking and tickling her G-spot. Emily didn't even know what that was, other than something she had overheard girlfriends speak about. But the beast knows where it is, and he is reveling in how much he is making her shiver with every stimulating lick.

As it licks, the creature slowly, carefully unties her cinch. Her tunic falls down, exposing her stomach and breasts to the heavens.

Even though her arms are free, she dares not do anything to upset her attacker. One little bite would kill her instantly.

Or maybe that would be for the best?

Now that she is exposed up to her armpits, the beast slides its hands up and down her body, tickling her stomach and sides, causing her to squirm, which is the last thing she wants to do. But its claws are relentless, and its furry palms and fingers caress her, making her feel more hellishly alive than ever.

Then his hands slide up to her milky white breasts that her brother has lusted over for as long as he can remember. Breasts that she swore no one but a doctor would ever touch.

They're now his playthings.

And play with them he does.

He squeezes her, his claws threatening to sink into her flesh, but never pressing in hard enough to wound. He keeps licking as he pinches her nipples, which, much to her shame, rise to meet him.

She's lying there, once again void of energy and resolve, having utterly given up at this point. Her god has abandoned her, and she's going to go out in the most godawful and humiliating way possible...

And then it gets worse.

The beast's breath falls on her, its saliva runs down her ass crack to her back, its nimble, dangerous, furry fingers pinching and teasing her tits, its jaw sliding in and out of her sex, and its tongue relentlessly applying pressure to her G-spot...

The stimulation is too much.

And then, much to her horrified embarrassment, she feels it.

Deep within.

Something powerful.

Primal.

She spent one summer working at a clinic where she counseled rape victims, and on more than one occasion, women admitted, much to their everlasting shame, that they had cum during the horrifying experience. Their doctor, a lovely, patient woman, calmly explained that this was nothing to be ashamed of. Their body's reaction to being raped was biological and had zero to do with what they actually wanted. Having cum during rape did not mean you liked it, she said, time and time again.

Emily knows this. And yet, here she was, feeling an orgasm--something she had never experienced before in her life--building inside her. Shaking her foundations. And the more she tries to clamp it down, the more determined it seems to come.

But even though she can hear that doctor's words--that cumming during a rape doesn't mean you like it--she doesn't believe a word of it.

Because the more it builds, the better it feels.

The beast knows she's about to cum. It feels her body start to shake and quiver. It relishes the sight of her abs clenching. Her fingers digging into the ground. Her breath coming in shorter and shorter gasps. But most of all, it senses her internal struggle. Her mounting confusion and guilt and above all else: her delicious, delicious shame. It relishes this more than anything. Its cock tightens harder and harder as it presses its claws into her supple breasts.

Emily feels like she's floating, soaring above the clouds, reaching heights of pleasure she never knew were possible.

As her orgasm builds, she feels something else equally powerful building inside her:

Fury.

She's been lied to.

This incredible, powerful, primal feeling that is filling her, consuming her, bringing her ecstasy... is greater than anything she had ever felt in her life. And all she can think is: Fuck You to everyone who denied her this.

FUCK YOU to all the priests.

FUCK YOU to Mother Superior

FUCK YOU to the Monsignor

But most of all: FUCK YOU, GOD

FUCK YOU and your worthless, all-powerful self

FUCK YOU for working in mysterious ways

FUCK YOU for abandoning me in my time of need.

But most of all, FUCK YOU FOR DENYING ME THIS!!!!!!!

Fuck you for saying that if I want your love, I can't have this.

FUCK! YOU, YOU FUCKING FUCK!

She holds out until she can't hold out any longer.

And the release, when it comes, is so mind-bendingly overwhelming, it feels like being reborn.

Her howl of ecstasy fills the night and causes precum to spill out of the beast's cock.

He knows he's close.

Close to ultimate fulfillment.

He keeps licking, and she keeps screaming. Screaming and sobbing and wishing desperately for death to finish her off while also hoping for this to never end.

Finally, the creature feels her hit her ceiling, and he knows he can bring her no more pleasure...

with his tongue.

He slides out of her, being careful not to tear her insides with his sharp teeth.

He licks his chops.

Ohhhh, the taste of virgin cum.

"Kill me," she whimpers. "Kill me."

Oh, no, love, the creature thinks. No, no, no, no. It's time for act two.

The beast lowers her, and her legs fall off his shoulders, flopping helplessly to the side, her energy spent, her sex spread wide open.

He brings her groin down to dick-level...

and enters her.

Even though she's soaking wet, he's so large, her walls can't handle it. But he's not here to tear her apart, so he pushes in and pulls out, pushes in a little further, then back.

But even though he's being gentle, his girth is massive, and her body resists.

She screams again--not from pleasure but also not not from pleasure. It's overwhelming, horrible, incredible, painful, and revelatory. It is everything all at once. Her body is crying out, begging for it to stop while at the same time craving more, please, more, give me fucking more, tear me apart!

He has never known greater pleasure than deflowering this beauty and being the source of all her inner turmoil. Her soft, wet walls grip him tightly. The more her body resists, the more incredible it feels. Her body and her mind may be fighting to keep him out, but her primal instincts beckon him in.

He knows which side will win.

He pulls almost all the way out. Then he gathers up her legs and holds them against his chest. He slides in one last time until he hits his hilt. The tip of his cock just barely touching her cervix, his furry pelvis pressing against her clit.

She grunts and waits for the torment to continue. But he doesn't move. Not his cock, anyway. Instead, he takes a second to let her body adjust, her muscles relax, and he inhales her scent. He licks up the length of her calf and runs his hands up and down her legs.

He growls slightly.

And then he starts.

He holds her legs tightly against him, nuzzling his snout into them as he thrusts. Slow, gentle thrusts at first. Again, he doesn't want to tear her apart. He just wants to fill her with his seed.

Then she'll be his for good.

As he thrusts, he tilts his head back. It's been too long. Too fucking long.

He leans forward to get a better angle, and he looks at her. She is an absolute vision of a fallen angel, and that makes him pump harder. His thighs smack into her ass with a soft thud. He leans over more. She's not even fighting or screaming or anything. She's just lying there, taking it, waiting for it to be over, knowing he's going to kill her. She's taking stock of her whole life, wondering if it was all a fucking waste if this is where it was leading.

But he's not going to kill her. Her second life is just about to begin.

That thought makes his body take over, and he starts pounding into her. Now she is screaming as he lets the beast within him take over his body.

Almost! Almost! Almost...!

His powerful orgasm boils over, and he unleashes a torrent of his demon seed inside her, filling her to capacity and then some, with streams of jizz spurting out of her. He cums and howls at the moon, his voice echoing against the distant mountaintops.

He did it. He fucking did it. He delivered his payload into virgin territory, and that, that ultimate feeling of success, keeps him slowly sliding his cock in and out of her, his seed easing the way.

He closes his eyes, savoring the moment, entering a post-coital bliss, the likes of which he's never known.

He fulfilled his prime directive.

And he pumps away almost in a daze as he caresses her soft legs and inhales her scent and relishes this, his finest moment.

He bends one of her legs and starts sucking on her foot, licking and sucking and nuzzling it.

He looks down, realizing she hasn't said a peep in several minutes.

She's out cold.

Still, he keeps pumping away, waiting for the sign.

And then it comes.

Her eyes flutter open. She doesn't know where she is or what's happening.

She only knows she likes it.

No, scratch that. She loves it.

Then, as consciousness fully floods into her, the first thing she knows for certain is that her legs are pressed against the softest, warmest rug of all time. A rug that moves?

Oh.

Oh fuck. A rug that is moving inside her.

Holy.

Holy living fuck.

Oh, how that word feels in her mind.

She says it aloud, relishing the feel of her teeth pressing against her lower lip as the air rushes from her lungs. She opens her mouth to finish the word, and the way her throat closes to complete that hard K sound sends a thrill through her. She's never said that word before, and she's saying it now, only this time her mouth opens even wider as a gloriously naughty smile takes over her face.

"Fuuuck. Fuuuuuuhhhhcccckkkkk."

She's writhing now, bucking her hips.

Oh.

Fucking fuckety fuck fuck fuck.

The beast.

It's inside her. It's hard, throbbing cock sliding in and out, making her body expand and contract, and it's awful and oh so fucking wonderful.

She looks at her stomach and can actually see the outline of his cock as it plows under her, moving her muscles out of the way. She slides her hands down her stomach to feel it, and she can't fucking believe it, but his enormous cock makes her fingertips rise and fall as he enters and leaves her.

She presses down, and the feeling is even better, making his cock stimulate her front wall.

She accidentally touches her clit with her middle finger, and it sends a shockwave of pleasure through her. Holy fuck! She rubs it as he fucks her, her left hand still clutching her stomach to feel his cock through her abs.

And if she bucks her hips, she can make that cock go just...

Where...

She...

Yes! Fuck yes!

Another orgasm ripples through her, starting from her cunt--omg, that word! The ultimate forbidden word!--and spreading through her whole body all the way to her toes.

It may not be as intense as her first one, but it's definitely better. Because she can savor it, free from guilt. And it makes her hungrier for more.

She bends her knees and slides her feet up and down the creature's torso, loving the feel of his fur on her. He holds her hips to keep the pressure on as he continues to slowly fuck her.

He can't believe how quick the transformation was or how hard it's making him. He didn't know his cock could tighten any more. But as much fun as it was to deflower this beautiful angel, knowing he's turned her into his sex slave is even hotter.

He scoops her up into his arms, and she giggles with glee at his effortless power. He holds her against him, keeping the opening of her pussy poised at the tip of his cock.

He runs his furry hands up and down her back, his claws thrilling her as they trace dangerous, tingly patterns.

Her senses are so alive. She can hear an owl fly by, so his stimulating her back takes some getting used to. She gasps for breath and then lays her face into his chest.

Oh, his heavenly--no, fuck that word--his hellishly powerful scent! He smells of pure, ancient power. She rubs her nose into his fur, trying to smother herself in his scent.

To imprint on him.

And most importantly, to let the entire fucking world know that she belongs to him.

He owns her. And she gladly gives herself over to him.

She's done this before, of course. Having taken vows, she gladly gave herself over to God. Submitting to a higher power, surrendering her will to Him, was one of the most liberating things she had ever done.

This is better.

Religious ecstasy is something she has experienced twice in her life, and she thought it was the most powerful thing one could ever experience.

This is soooo much better.

This is pure, unadulterated, adrenaline-inducing, raw, primal passion.

This is what she was made for.

This is what her body has been craving for YEARS, and she suppressed it.

She's done suppressing it.

She's giving herself over to it.

She's a bitch in heat and she fucking loves it.

"Take me, Lord," she growls. "Take me. Fuck me. Make me yours. Fill me with your jizz! Breed me! Please! Fucking please! I need your seed inside me! I exist only to please you! Fulfill my greatest desire and let me serve you!!"

The beast licks her face but still holds her at bay. As much as she may want it, he wants her to want it even more. He knows she has another gear in her.

As he licks her face, she gasps and sighs and raises her hands up to him, stroking his furry face, pulling him into her, relishing the feel of his long, nimble tongue that has already served her so well as it licks her neck and face and ears...

She opens her mouth, shaking with desire.

He licks the inside of her mouth, and she shudders. His tongue explores her mouth, licking all over and even tickling the back of her throat. She relaxes, turning her head, and then she pulls him in even deeper and shakes as his tongue slides down her throat. She pulls and pulls, willing it to go all the way down into her stomach. He can feel her desire mounting as he twists and turns his tongue, marveling at her lack of a gag reflex. Is it because of her transformation? He doesn't know and doesn't care.

But what he does know is that this next batch of jizz will bind her to him even more. And he is desperate to deliver.

He removes his hands from her ass, which were keeping her off his cock.

She's free. Free from restraint. Free to give in to her unbridled lust. She's finally free to please her Lord! Just that thought alone makes her cum.

Thank you! Thank you, Lord!

She holds on to his enormous furry head as she lowers herself onto his cock.

She slides down his length until--oops--she goes too far and his cock hits her cervix. That was... unpleasant. She jolts up and gathers herself together. She's obviously new at this.

She adjusts her position. The beast is still kneeling, so she brings her feet up and tucks them under her ass, right foot over left, just like when she prays. Only now, she's praying to a higher god.

She rises up and lowers herself down until her ass hits her heel. Perfect. He's filling her to capacity, and she can now go hard without fear of hurting herself.

She looks up into his yellow eyes, inhales his scent, and slides her hands up his furry chest.

Oh.

She's going to enjoy the fuck out of this.

She lifts herself up and opens her mouth as she gazes into the eyes of her lord. She caresses his face and smiles at him. Oh, Lord of Lords. You complete me. She wiggles her ass back and forth a few times and relishes his deep groan. Yes... that's it, Lord. Savor my cunt.

She slides down, and he completes her, all right, once again filling her to the brim. She bucks her hips some more, and it's so rewarding how she can make his thick shaft hit all different parts of her insides. Colors light up inside her.

He strokes her face with the back of his furry fingers, then he rakes his sharp claws along her chin.

She rises and kisses him. She sucks his tongue into her. She keeps sucking on his delicious tongue, and she slides down and starts fucking him in earnest.

She loves feeling like she's in charge, raising and lowering her pussy to swallow and release his cock. It's a wonderful illusion, but she loves that he's letting her have her way with him.

As she works his cock, she runs her hands up and down his body. She hugs him tightly, relishing the feel of his warm fur on her nipples, then she leans back so his dick can slide against her sweet spot.

Heart struggles to come back to consciousness. His brain is still foggy, and his eyesight is shot. The whole world is blurry. But still, he sees something. Something... inexplicable. His sister, writhing up against a bear or something. Is she...? No, right? He can't see clearly enough to tell, but if he could, he would swear that his sister is fucking a creature of some sort. And from the sound of things, she's fucking it well.

And it is certainly fucking her well.

She leans back and pulls the beast's head towards her. She lifts her tits up and gasps as his tongue licks all over her, flickering, teasing, pressing, tasting her nipples.

The beast grabs her waist with two enormous mitts...

And takes over.

He loves her enthusiasm, and she's getting him very close. But now he wants to finish his way. And he knows she wants him to.

She wants to be used like the sex slave that she is.

The beast easily lifts her and pulls her down, building up speed and momentum. Soon, her ass is slamming into her heels, his dick just barely touching her cervix with each powerful stroke.

And she's screaming. Fucking howling with pleasure and pain, torment and ecstasy. But the pleasure and ecstasy soon take over as she feels his orgasm start to rumble.

Heart tries to crawl over to save her, and she sees him. Oh, her poor brother!

But she laughs. She throws her head back and laughs at how worried he is for her.

Fear not, little brother! I'm in good hands!

"Deliver me to evil, Lord!" she bellows.

And he does.

He unloads into her, holding her down so his seed can invade her deepest, most formerly sacred spaces. His jizz once again fills her and spills out, this time coating her legs and feet. And she can feel his cock pulsing with power, expanding and contracting as it geysers out a pint of demon cum.

Her howl of pleasure turns into a squeal of delight. Her Lord has given her the greatest gift any woman could ask for: his precious, precious seed.

She looks over at Heart, hoping he'll be as thrilled as she is, but he's out once again.

The beast closes his eyes and clamps his claws into her, this time definitely drawing blood, but she doesn't notice or care.

She's his. She can feel his seed bubbling inside her, stimulating her womb in ways she could never have dreamed of. She feels effervescent. She swears she might fly away.

Finally, the beast finishes. He heaves, his lungs desperate for air. The pair run their hands all over each other's bodies until the creature, having spent all his energy, falls back in a pile of wet leaves, bringing her with him.

She laughs and rubs her face all over him. She kisses his furry face and caresses his chest, looking very much forward to sleeping in his strong embrace.

But she can't.

She needs more cum.

And not in her pussy.

She wants to drink him up.

While the beast rests, floating in limbo between wakefulness and sleep, she slides him out of her, whimpering and missing his presence, but eager to do something she has yet to do:

Worship him.

She slides her body down his, kissing, nuzzling, smelling every inch along the way, until she kneels between his thighs and gasps at the sight of his cock.

She only saw this once before, when he first attacked--no, saved--her. Seeing it now, flaccid and happy, she realizes that it's not a human cock at all. --Not that she's an expert. But its head is all wrong. If she had ever seen a dog penis before, she would recognize this for what it is, but she doesn't need to classify it.

This isn't AP Bio.

This is Religion.

And she wants some more of that Old-Time Religion.

She rests her head on his furry hip and lightly traces her fingertips over the length of his cock. She pulls it over to her face so she can smell it.

Fuck.

Now THERE is a scent. She knows some of that is her. But only some.

Talk about power.

Talk about brute fucking force.

She caresses it and sighs. She could almost nap right here, but she knows their time together is short. Maybe another night she can sleep, curled up to his cock. But tonight, she knows the police will be here at some point. You can't have a downed tree blocking a highway without the cops showing up. So she pushes sleep away and brings His cock to her lips.

Mmm... now that is tasty. Even without licking him, she knows this is her new favorite flavor.

She wiggles closer to his cock and starts kissing it, planting gentle kiss after gentle kiss all along the side, then the top, then the other side, then lifting his cock to taste the bottom.

She lets it go, and it thunks down on her cheek, causing her to giggle.

Then she stops giggling.

It's time for worship.

She sees a drop of semen threatening to fall off his tip, and she licks it up with her tongue.

Her eyes dilate.

Oh. Fuck yeah. Now THAT is a flavor sensation.

She opens wide and slides him inside her mouth, then she closes her lips and pulls her head back.

The beast growls out a long sigh. It's so tired. But this is a welcome prayer. He caresses her face and pulls her back up, sinking his slowly hardening member inside her. He holds her there, the tip tickling the back of her throat the way his tongue did only a few minutes ago. He lifts his head and sees her liquid eyes staring back up at him. Stay there, pet, his gaze seems to say. Let me fill you.

She hums as blood rushes back to his cock, engorging it and forcing her mouth to open ever wider. And within seconds, his cock is back at full strength, ready for action.

She bobs her head on his member for a moment but has to take a break as the exertion of spreading her mouth that wide is starting to hurt.

She slides him out and relishes the sight of his fully erect, throbbing member.

He is risen.

She gleefully runs her hands up and down his shaft and then rubs her face in it, hoping to coat herself in every last bit of his scent. She rakes her nails up his cock and gasps as it spasms and precum pours out. She slides up, wraps her lips around his head, and slurps up every last drop.

A burst of energy surges through her. She's not sure if that's some sort of magical effect from his precum or just her excitement to gobble his semen down, but either way, she can't wait to resume her blowjob.

And then he does a sit-up and scoops her off the ground. He places her on his stomach. She admits to being slightly disappointed. She had wanted his seed to fill her mouth and stomach, but whatever.

But then he spins her around.

Oh.

Well, okay then.

She knows what this is called. Sixty-nine. She had heard boys in her eighth-grade class snickering over this term, and she had asked Heart about it. He hadn't been sure if he should tell her what it meant--he, being in sixth grade at the time, had only just learned about it himself. But he told her, and her face turned bright red. Why on Earth would anyone ever want to do that?

Times have changed.

Now, sixty-nining her Lord seems like the greatest activity one could ever engage in.

His tongue finds her opening, and she gasps. He seizes the opening, so to speak, and thrusts his cock inside her mouth.

Yes! Yes, Lord! Fill me at both ends!

Fill her he does. He not only fills her mouth, but he pushes her down so his cock slides into her throat. He pauses to let her get used to it, because even though she doesn't have a gag reflex, he is a lot to take in.

She's struggling to breathe, but she trusts her Lord, so she relaxes her throat. Relax, Emily. Relax. Let his power inside. Think about how great it will be to deep throat your new Lord and Savior.

With that delicious thought forming in her mind, her hunger for him grows insatiable. She wraps her arms around his thighs and pulls, inching her way down his body, and causing his cock to slide ever deeper down her thirsty throat.

Yes.

She feels her throat expanding. She wishes she could see it. See his bulge in her throat the way she saw it in her stomach. Oh my god, that would be so fucking sexy.

She swallows. It's involuntary, but she moans as her throat struggles to swallow her Lord. She hears him growl with pleasure, and, knowing that she's pleasing him, fills her with more resolve.

She swallows again. And again. Each time, forcing him just a little further down until her chin reaches his hilt.

He takes charge once again, gripping her torso in his massive hands and sliding her up and down, thrusting, thrusting, thrusting into her. Soon, he's fucking her face, her mouth, her throat.

Once again, the powerful feeling of complete submission sweeps through her, and her eyes roll back into her head as she gets off on sacrilegious ecstasy.

He sends his tongue in again and starts probing, filling, and stimulating her until her body convulses, her thighs quiver, and her latest orgasm tears through her.

Getting her off, using her as a human fleshlight, and knowing how thrilled she's going to be for him to give her his final jizz injection of the night, makes him cum, and cum hard.

His jizz roars down her throat, straight into her stomach. His cock pulses and throbs as he sends rope after hot white rope of cum into the belly of his sex slave.

And she swallows it up, sucking, slurping, straining to keep every last bit of it inside her.

He pulls out, though, and his dick delivers three more bursts, covering her face and hair. She scrambles to get this cock inside, and she drinks him up. Savoring every last disgustingly delicious drop.

She moans and turns over, so her back is lying on his stomach, her feet dangling over his shoulders. She runs a hand over her face and licks it clean, thinking, "This is my semen. Drink this and submit."

She giggles. She sits up and, still giggling, caresses the face of her new lord. Oh, how she loves him. She can feel his seed in her belly, and it feels so warm and alive. She is his vessel. She is his grail. She slides back down and nestles into him, squirming her body to try to coat every last bit of her body in his scent.

She loves him.

He is her world.

She will do whatever--

Red and blue lights bounce off the tops of the trees. A flashlight shines down and finds the car. She can hear the muffled sounds of a radio and a policeman's response.

The beast sits up, knocking her to the ground.

"No!" she whispers. "Please don't leave me, Lord!"

But he's gone in a flash. She watches him lope through the woods, and her heart sinks. She wants to call after him.

No, not call...

Howl.

But she doesn't want the cops to find her. Not like this. So she keeps quiet and scrambles for her clothes, what's left of them.

She whimpers. Has her new lord abandoned her already?

No, she decides. She slips the remnants of her tunic on as she hears two officers approach. No. New Lord hasn't abandoned her. He wants her to find him.

"Are you all right, miss?" asks a young officer.

She nods. Then she shakes her head.

And bawls.

..

Emily sits at the back of an ambulance as a stretcher finally crests over the hill. It was hard work dragging Heart's unconscious body up that slope.

Officer Penelope Rodriguez hands her a cup of coffee. She gratefully accepts it and snuggles into the aluminum space blanket the EMTs gave her.

"Wanna tell me what happened to you?"

She shudders. Where to start? Ultimately, she shakes her head. "I just want him to be okay."

They wheel his stretcher over to the ambulance, and she moves out of the way. Then they slide him inside, and she asks if she can ride with him to the hospital. Just before she climbs in, the officer takes her hand.

"Did he do this to you?" she asks, gesturing to Heart.

"Oh my god, no! He's my baby brother!"

She nods. This whole thing stinks to high heaven. Well, one of the victims, Emily Shields, stinks to high heaven. She smells like wet dog. Only worse. What the hell could she have been up to?

"You don't believe her," her partner says after they close the doors of the ambulance.

"Hell no. Though I don't know what she's lying about, exactly."

"Why do you think she's lying? She's a nun."

Penelope looks at her partner. "You do realize it's Halloween, right?"

"Ahhh, right," he says. That does make sense. After all, that Emily chick was fucking hot. Who ever heard of a hot nun?

Officer Penelope shakes her head, suddenly missing her old partner who wasn't a dumbass.

"We'll question him tomorrow when he's feeling better," she says. "Let's go."

..

Heart opens his eyes again. There she is. He sighs. She's holding his hand and smiling at him. Oh, thank god. Wait, is he in an ambulance?

"How many fingers am I holding up, sir?" the EMT asks him.

"All of them?" Heart says.

The EMT flashes a light in his eyes. Fuck that hurts.

"Is he gonna be all right?" Emily asks the man.

He nods nervously. He's never been so repulsed and terrified and turned on by a woman in his life. What's more, he can't figure out why he's feeling this way. Yes, she's obviously beautiful. But she smells. Really bad. But also, really fucking good. So fucking good. He can't fucking believe how good she smells for someone who smells so fucking awful. Her scent pierces his nose and goes right to some deep, long-dormant part of his lizard brain. He wants to rub his body into her and submit to her every nasty whim.

He swallows. "He's got a serious concussion, though. He'll need to spend the night in the hospital."

Emily can sense his attraction. It's palpable.

Oh, wow. This is something.

She's obviously been aware of men desiring her before. But this is something totally different. She can almost hear his heart pounding. She knows she could take him. Right here. Right now. Take him and enslave him. And if her brother wasn't here at death's door, she would totally do just that.

"Thank you," she says, caressing his face. His expression goes slack. Please kiss me, he thinks. I'll leave my wife and kids for you. I'll do anything. Please.

"Do you have a card?" she asks him.

He blinks. A card? Yeah... holy shit! She wants my card so she can fuck me later!

He scrambles to find it and give it to her.

She takes it and plants a big, juicy kiss on his cheek.

"I may need your services later."

He nods, frantic to please her.

..

"An animal did this to you?" Dr. Janice Bryant says, looking at the woman's tattered clothes.

Emily nods. "I know how it sounds. I'm fine, I promise. My brother--"

"At least let me treat your wounds."

"That's not necessary, please. How is my brother?"

She looks at the hospital bed. Emily has always hated hospitals. Ever since their parents died. And looking at Heart, with all those tubes and that oxygen mask over his face... she's flashing back...

"He'll be okay, I promise. He just needs rest. We'll take good care of him. Now let us take good care of you."

The last thing Emily wants is for anyone to start probing her. Only her Lord can do that. And she doesn't want anyone doing any tests. She's not sure what they'd find.

She steps inside Dr. Bryant's space, startling the young woman. My, oh my, what a beautiful complexion she has. So dark and clear. And her smell... oh, yeah. The good doctor smells... fresh.

"Please don't worry about me," Emily says. She reaches up, caresses the doctor's face, and feels the woman start to tremble under her fingertips. "I'm fine. I promise. Say it."

What is happening? Dr. Bryant has never once had any sexual attraction toward any woman. But she would let this woman absolutely have her way with her.

"Say it," Emily whispers, her mouth inches from the doctor's.

"You're fine," she whispers back.

Emily shines a big, beautiful smile at her. The doctor sighs and takes a long, strong whiff. Fuck...

Emily bites her lip. "Will you do me a favor?"

"Anything."

"Use all of your powers to heal my brother, okay?"

"As you wish," she says. Then she feels dumb for quoting The Princess Bride.

Emily smiles and brings her in for a kiss, wrapping the doctor's upper lip up in her soft lips. And the doctor's worries melt away. She drops her chart on the bed and wraps the nun up in a hungry embrace, kissing, kissing, kissing her face, her chin, her neck.

"Oh, that's it, baby. You make me feel soooo good," Emily says. Then she pulls back and smiles at her. A naughty smile. "I don't want to distract you from your duties."

"I'm okay," the doctor says, trying to continue. She wants to kiss this beautiful nun everywhere. Most of all, she wants her scent on her.

"Be good, now. Fulfill your promise to me. And then I'll fulfill my promise to you."

Promise? They made promises? Ohhh fuck, that's hot.

She nods at the nun, who immediately lets her go. "Does my brother need anything?"

She blinks and shakes her head.

"Okay. I'm gonna stay here. I'll find you later when he's all better, okay? Go heal others. Make me proud."

She definitely doesn't want to leave this stunning woman, but she does as she's told. Outside the patient's room, she blinks a few times as if snapping out of a haze. She takes a whiff of her white lab coat. Ah. There it is.

"You okay, doc?" one of the nurses asks.

"Hm? Oh, yeah. Great."

"How's the patient?" she asks, nodding at Heart's door.

Dr. Bryant hums quietly and says, "Amazing."

..

Emily climbs into bed with her brother. She slides a leg up his, places a hand on his chest, and nestles into his pillow. His eyes flutter open.

"Emily?"

"Hi, baby brother," she purrs. "How you feeling?"

"Terrible," he says with a laugh. Then he's sorry he laughed. His head is killing him.

"Oh, my poor sweet baby brother," she whispers. She leans in and plants kisses on his face.

What is happening?

She feels him getting hard, his rising cock pressing against her thigh.

"Easy, Heart. Rest, baby."

"Did we... was there an animal of some kind?"

She nods and hums in the affirmative, her eyes distant and dreamy. She strokes his hair.

"You were right, baby brother. You were so right. I should have listened to you."

"What do you mean?"

She looks at his lips. He's still getting hard. She knows she has this effect on people now, but she also knows he's always been into her. It never creeped her out before because he never made it feel creepy. Just protective. But here, his lust for her is not just palpable; it's pure. He doesn't just want to fuck her. He wants to love her. Care for her. He always has and always will be utterly devoted to her. She may have a new Lord now, but she will definitely be giving Heart what he wants. He just needs to get better.

"I never should have joined the order. I should have listened to you."

"Why all of a sudden?"

She smiles. "No reason."

She kisses him.

"Emily?"

"Yes, baby."

She never called him baby before tonight. He likes it.

"I saw the craziest thing. In the woods. You and that animal."

"Yeah?"

"Were you... having..." he can't bring himself to ask. But at any rate, he never gets to. She kisses him and then traces her lips over his.

What the fuck is happening? And please don't let it be a dream.

"Am I dead?"

She smiles at that. "You think you're in heaven because I'm kissing you?"

He laughs, then winces, but he nods.

"That's so sweet, baby. But no, you're not dead. You're not dreaming, either. It's better. You're with me. And when we get home? I promise everything is going to be perfect."

He reaches up a tentative hand to caress her face. She kisses his palm and nuzzles into him.

"I have to go, baby. Just for a bit. But I'll be back to stay with you, okay?"

"Go where?"

She kisses him. "I have to find someone."

..

She steps outside of the hospital. Ah. There he is. That cute little EMT guy. She looks at his card.

"Hey, Jeremy."

His eyes light up. He honestly thought he'd never see her again.

"Can I get a lift?"

A lift? His partner looks at him like, what, is she kidding?

She steps in and wraps her arms around Jeremy's waist. She whispers in her ear: "I'll make it up to you."

Jeremy looks at his partner, Dave. But Dave scoffs. "Are you crazy? We're on duty. We're not a car service."

"I'll make it up to you, too," she says, grabbing him by his coat and pulling him in.

"What?" is all he can say.

"I've never had two guys at once," she whispers.

..

"Are you really a nun?" Jeremy asks as the ambulance pulls up to the convent.

"Not anymore."

"Oh my god, that's so hot."

Dave joins them in the back. "We doing this?"

She nods. Then she climbs on Dave's lap, straddling him. "But you'll have to show me how it's done."

That sounds like a good idea to Dave. He pulls at her torn tunic, lifting it to reveal her beautiful breasts.

"I'm Catholic," he says. "And I've always wanted to fuck a nun. Am I going to hell?"

"Definitely." She guides his head into her breasts, and he gets to work, sucking on her nipple. Jeremy joins them, kneeling next to his partner and sucking her other tit.

Just as she's getting into it, she smells it.

She jerks her head to the open window. She pulls back.

"What's wrong?" Jeremy asks.

"Yeah, hey, you promised--"

She plants a palm on his face to get him to shut up. She holds a finger up.

She takes a deep breath.

"He's here," she whispers.

"What? Who?"

"My..." she trails off. They won't understand. They'll think she's crazy. Either that, or they'll think she's just trying to get out of having sex with them.

Fuck.

She was actually looking forward to it.

But she can't do it. Not with her Lord being so close. He would destroy them.

"I'm sorry, boys. I have to go."

"Uh-huh. I see how it is," Dave says. "You realize we risked our jobs to do this, right?"

"I do. I promise I'll make it up to you. But it can't be tonight. I'm putting you in danger."

"Just how stupid do you think we are?"

She looks at Dave. Have pity on them, she thinks. They know not what they do.

She leans in and kisses him. "I'm really sorry, but something's come up."

"What?"

A loud thunk rocks the ambulance.

"What the hell was that?" Jeremy asks.

"That would be the something. I'm going. I suggest you drive. Now."

She doesn't even bother getting dressed. She opens the back door. "I'm coming. Leave them alone."

She hops out and closes the door.

"Fuck," Dave says. "We got played, man."

The large whatever-it-is smashes into the ambulance again.

"Drive! Now!" Jeremy says, shoving Dave back up to the front. He scrambles into his seat and turns the vehicle on, all the while scanning for whatever the hell that--

There! He sees it. What is it?

"Drive!" Jeremy says. He sees it too.

Dave slams his foot on the gas, and the ambulance tears out of the convent parking lot.

The beast approaches her. She wants to yell at it, but it's not her place.

"They meant no harm," is all she says.

It approaches her, towering over her. She hugs him tightly and nuzzles her face into his stomach.

"I thought I'd never see you again."

The beast caresses her hair.

Then it smacks her, sending her flying.

It knows she allowed others to touch her. How dare she. He made her. She belongs to him and only him.

Emily, sprawled out on the pavement, wipes the blood from her chin. She pushes herself onto her elbows. She turns to look at her lord to make sure he's not coming after her again. But he's just standing there.

"I see," she says, standing back up. "You're a jealous god, too, huh?"

Fucker, she thinks. You rape me, then fill me with desire, and then get mad when I use that desire to try to find you.

And yet. She craves him. Her physical and emotional attraction to him is undeniable. Her body aches for him. Her heart yearns for his touch. Her soul longs to submit to him.

But her mind?

Not so much.

Having spent some time away from him and having been in the loving, protective arms of her brother... she's gotten some perspective.

His seed has changed her. But it has also caged her.

It has made her powerful, yes. She doesn't fully understand how, and she senses that power hasn't fully expressed itself yet, but she can feel the power within her, and so can others.

But his seed has also made her addicted to him. Even now, her feet are pulling her toward him, and she can feel a warmth in her groin.

She hates how much she wants him.

She's grateful to him for helping her shed her last master, but furious that he has shackled her to a new one.

Granted, her new master has a much better dick...

She kneels before him despite herself.

"Please forgive me, Lord," she says and immediately hates herself for saying it. Not just saying it, but meaning it.

The beast senses the turmoil inside her. He wants to smack her again, but he wants to fuck her more. He approaches and starts rubbing his flaccid cock in her face.

"Thank you, Lord!" she says. Her hands tremble as they reach up to take his member. He caresses her as she nuzzles into him again.

Her mind so wants her to grab his dick and bite it in half. But her mind is outnumbered. Her body, heart, and soul all want that dick inside her to deliver more of his powerful seed. Maybe one more dose will shut her mind down forever.

She runs her hands over his cock and sighs as it begins to rise.

"Oh, yes!" she whispers. Yes! She is pleasing her lord! She is making his cock rise. He wants her. Her! A nobody nun in Asheville, North Carolina! This majestic beast wants her!

She licks and kisses and finally swallows that ever-hardening shaft of power.

..

Officer Penelope Rodriguez scowls as she tentatively hands Jeremy the EMT a cup of coffee.

"A werewolf."

He laughs and shrugs. "Yes, ma'am. Look, I know how it sounds. I know it's Halloween. But this wasn't some dude in a werewolf costume, I'm telling you. The proportions were all wrong. And it was huge! And its hind legs were all jacked up. You know, like a wolf, not like a human. And no human, outside of maybe an NFL linebacker, could have damaged our ambulance like that. And this thing weren't no linebacker, lemme tell you."

Officer Rodriguez was annoyed. She's been annoyed at how weird this whole case had felt to her and how little she had to work with. She was really annoyed when it turned out that her partner was right and Emily Shields had, in fact, turned out to be a nun. And now she was getting annoyed all over again listening to this yahoo talking about actual fucking werewolves. Not because she didn't believe him. But because she was starting to wonder if he was telling the truth.

"Why would I lie? They already fired me."

"Because you don't want to be held liable for the damage to that ambulance!"

"Fine. Hold me liable. Just go check on her! What harm could there be? She was out there alone with that... that thing! What's the worst-case scenario? You drive twenty minutes, and she's perfectly fine, and I will have wasted your time? If so, then you find me and curse me out."

"Are you saying the best-case scenario is that I find a murdered nun?"

"Oh, come on. You know what I'm saying!"

Penelope looks at her partner. He shrugs back at her.

Fuck.

Looks like we're going out to the convent.

..

Emily lies on the hood of a sedan. Her head, which is draped over the side of the vehicle, is currently in the clutches of her lord as he rams his long cock down her throat. He can't take his eyes off her throat. He can actually see it. The outline of his cock bulging in her neck, and it's fucking turning him on more than anything else he's ever done. He's never felt more powerful in his life, especially as he sees her pinching her nipple with her left hand and fucking her pussy with her right.

She loves being his sex toy almost as much as he loves playing with her.

It doesn't take long before he gushes his seed into her, and he can see his cock pulsing inside her neck. Her muffled howls of painful ecstasy only make him cum harder.

After delivering his payload, he keeps his cock inside her as she shudders and completes. He keeps her there for several minutes longer, relishing his dominance over her. Finally, he pulls out.

She writhes on the hood of that car, moaning and whimpering, still rubbing herself. Still pinching her nipples, but most of all, still looking up at him with total desire.

She rolls off the hood onto her hands and feet. She rises and rubs her hands all over him.

"Thank you, Lord," she whispers.

Then she gives him a naughty look.

"I live here." She nods at the convent behind him. "Do you want to come in? You can spend the night with me. Let me pleasure you with my cunt. Let me worship you with my body. Let me love you in the morning. Let's desecrate this fucking place. Let me worship you, my new, all-powerful god, in the house of my pathetic old one."

He's not particularly interested in this. As much as he wants to spend the rest of the night with his new slave, being indoors isn't exactly his jam. Being in a convent: definitely not.

But then, she takes his face in her hand and growls, "Let's reveal my old god for the cuck that he is."

And, well... how can he say no to that?

..

She feels almost drunk, or rather, high, from all the spunk she just consumed. She can feel his warm seed in her belly, fueling her, changing her. Whatever doubts she had a few minutes ago... they're becoming a distant memory. So what if she's enslaved to her Lord? Knowing that her only purpose in this world is to please him? How liberating is that?

Thankfully, no one is up at this late hour, so no one disturbs them as she skips down the hall, arms waving over her head, her naked body leading her Lord to her room. She opens the door and ushers him inside. She cannot wait to get his enormous cock inside her cunt.

The room feels cramped with him in here. Even though there is hardly any furniture in here--her single bed, a small desk and chair, a wardrobe--he stands nearly seven feet tall, and the room was not made for two. Certainly not a male and female, let alone a male werewolf and his mate.

She doesn't care. She just wants him.

She slides up to him, one hand on his cock, the other running through his chest fur. She looks up at him with hopeful, naughty, desirous eyes. She bites her lip and whispers:

"Fuck me."

The beast is only too happy to give her what she wants. It scoops her up and plants her ass on her desk, and he kneels before her. He loves licking her pussy. He loves sinking his long tongue inside her. He especially loves sliding his lower jaw in her--mostly because she loves it. He delivers a powerful orgasm, causing her to scream. He quickly clamps a furry hand over her mouth. Even though her room is at the end of the hall, he doesn't want to wake anyone. For his cock is as hard as it has ever been.

"Please, please, please..." she says over and over again. She's so turned on and ready for him, she's practically hyperventilating. He leans her back, laying her across the desktop, and then he drives his cock home in one big, long, tightly painful thrust. She screams again, and once again her screams are muffled by fur. Her eyes go wide as he uses her, pounding all the way to the hilt. She doesn't know how or why, but whereas she couldn't possibly take in his entire length before, she can now. Is she becoming a werewolf like him? The idea of being remade in her new god's image fucking thrills her to the core.

And right now, that core is being rocked by her Lord's massive cock.

Her orgasm builds and builds, blowing way past where she exploded before. She's experiencing higher highs than any human could possibly comprehend.

And when he cums in her, she lets go. She doesn't just let her own orgasm rock her world; she lets go of everything. Her ego, her self, her soul... whatever you want to call it, it flies from her, forced out of her body by his gushing torrent of cum.

And then she understands.

Whereas human seed causes women to give birth, His seed causes her to be reborn.

When she finally returns to her senses, her body is trembling with lust and quaking with desire.

She convinces him to stay. He doesn't want to, but he can't say no to her. As much as she may be enslaved to him, his desire is caged inside her pussy. He's ruined many lives in his time on Earth, but her? She's different. She's the ultimate prize.

He takes her mattress off the bed and lays it on the floor. It's not ideal, but at least He can fit. She lies on top of Him and worships every inch of His body, every piece of His fur, coating herself in His scent. She glides her pussy along the top of His dick until He's ready to burst at the seams. And when she guides Him inside her, it's only a matter of seconds before they cum together and she floats, floats, floats up to the heavens, high on her God's seed.

She falls asleep on Him, His cock nestled inside her so she can keep Him warm and cozy and He can keep her sated.

Her last thought before passing out is that she loves her Lord, and He loves her, too. She drifts off with a peaceful smile on her beautiful face.

..

She doesn't sleep long, much to her annoyance. It must have been five in the morning by the time they fell asleep, and judging from the color of the sky, the sun has barely risen.

She's not sure what caused her to wake, but she slowly comes to the realization that something is wrong.

She's no longer lying on the soft, muscular carpet of her Lord's fur. She's lying on the naked body of an older man. His curly, harsh, grey chest hair pricks at her face.

A chill runs through her.

She knows this man.

She can smell him. Yes, there is the hint of werewolf about him. With her heightened senses, she now realizes she has subtly smelled this on him before, and she was ashamed to realize that it had always titillated her, though she didn't know enough to put it in those terms. But she mostly smells the human. The man who has taken care of her for the past several years, basically raising her in the wake of her parents dying...

No, "raising" is not the word. She understands that now.

Grooming.

That's the word.

She swallows. And then she gasps, realizing his... ew, oh my god... his shriveled member is inside her.

"Good morning, child," he says, sensing her subtle movements.

She wants to cry.

She wants to flee in terror.

She wants to murder him.

She trusted this man--even though her brother warned her not to.

And he took advantage of her.

She now realizes her encounter with that werewolf was by happenstance. He had planned it. He knew where she and Heart would be last night. She's not sure how he caused the tree to fall, but she's sure he did.

She trusted him, and all this time, he had been lying in wait to rape her and enslave her.

And now, here she was in his arms, her body irrevocably changed, his filthy seed inside her.

He had pretended to be a messenger of God, but he was instead her own personal devil.

She scrambles to her feet and cowers in the corner, suddenly feeling more naked than she ever has before.

He stretches. Then he laughs. Oh, that fucking laugh.

The Monsignor stands; his disgusting naked body sickening her--not because he's old, but because he played her. Had her Lord turned out to be some random homeless dude, with three teeth and a missing limb, that would have been preferable. But for it to be him?

It was an utter betrayal.

"You prefer my alter ego. Yeah, well, so do I. And you'll have one, too, soon enough." His face turns cold. "I saw to that."

His eyes drift down her body, and she wants to vomit.

"It doesn't matter. You belong to me now. I saw to that, too. Come, little one. Come worship your new Lord and Savior. Fucking me in my human form will complete our bond, uniting us in unholy matrimony, as it were. You'll see. You have only begun to glimpse the intense pleasures that await you."

He reaches a hand to her. When she doesn't immediately take it, he notices her eyes darting around the room, looking for an escape or a weapon. He says, "Don't even think about. I don't want to rape you. Again. But I will." He advances. "Something tells me you'll like it."

She kicks at his groin, but he's prepared for that. They always go for the groin, he thinks. As if no one else ever thought of that.

He grabs her ankle and pulls, sending her to the floor. He kneels and keeps her frantic legs and feet at bay until he pins them to the mattress.

"It'll all be over soon enough."

She reaches up behind her and, finding what she wants, smashes her bedside lamp on his head.

"Bitch!" he hisses, his hand instinctively flying to his bleeding scalp. With her free leg, she kicks him in the jaw and hears a crunch.

He curses and tumbles back.

She scrambles to her feet.

And runs.

Flinging the door open, she screams for help. Then she runs as fast as her naked feet can carry her.

No one comes. Then she remembers. They'll all be in the dining room.

She hears a growl behind her. Her Lord has transformed. He'll be on her in seconds. She so wants to turn right and head for the dining room, hoping to find safety in numbers, but thinks better of it.

What are her twenty unarmed sisters going to do against a beast like that?

No. She doesn't want anyone to die for her sins.

Instead, she bangs a left and bursts through the main doors and out into the freezing parking lot, screaming for help.

He's on her in seconds.

He swipes at her, taking out a gash in her side and sending her flying ten feet to her left. She crumbles in a heap on the cold, hard pavement. She tries to get up, but he leaps on her back, smashing her under him. He turns her over so she can witness his fury as he rapes her.

He roars at her and is about to pierce her with his cock when his head suddenly explodes. His body collapses on her, and gallons of blood pour over her.

Her high-pitched wail carries for blocks.

..

"The fuck?" This has become Officer Penelope Rodriguez's mantra. She said it the moment she pulled up in the parking lot and saw Sister Emily Shields's buck-naked form emerge from the convent. She said it again when she saw the beast chase her down and knock her to the ground, and she said it again when she heard the shotgun go off, only to see her partner standing next to their cruiser, smoke pouring out of his weapon.

She turns and stares at the beastly form as it collapses on the poor woman, and she utters it again.

Her partner rushes over to help the naked woman. He shoves the creature off her. Penelope snaps out of it and calls for an ambulance. She runs to the back of her vehicle and grabs another one of those space blankets and runs over to wrap up the naked woman who won't stop screaming.

Two dozen nuns flood out of the convent, demanding to know what happened, then half of them scream at the sight of the headless creature and the gallons of blood slowly oozing over their parking lot.

Mother Superior commands a few sisters to go get Emily some clothes and a proper blanket.

"The fuck?" Officer Rodriguez says, her attention caught as the creature's body transforms into a human form. A male in his late 50s, by the looks of things.

The nuns go silent. All except Emily, who has thankfully stopped screaming but can't stop crying.

The women cross themselves. One nun rushes over to the bushes and vomits, and soon others join her.

Mother Superior approaches the body.

"Don't touch!" Penelope snaps.

The woman nods. She doesn't need to. The ring on the dead man's finger tells her everything she needs to know.

She falls to her knees and stares.

The rumors were true.

..

"The fuck?" Officer Rodriguez says as she watches her partner's blurry, jerky body cam footage. Hers wasn't much better.

Although they don't have definitive proof that Sister Emily was attacked by a werewolf, two dozen people had seen the beast transform into an older human male.

And when police searched the deceased's bungalow, they found oodles of troubling evidence of a predator who had been transferred to this convent after having had his previous allegations cleaned up by the Church.

..

Heart watches his sister's trembling hands as she drives him home from the hospital. He offered to drive instead, but she insisted. She pulls into his driveway and relaxes. She looks at him. And sobs.

"Hey! Hey! I'm here, Emily."

He guides her inside, even though she keeps saying she's the one who's supposed to be taking care of him. He sits her down in a comfy chair and kneels in front of her. He offers her something to drink, but she refuses.

He takes her hands in his. "Please tell me what happened."

She shakes her head.

He sighs. But doesn't press her.

She loves him for that.

She runs a hand along his scruffy face.

"You need to rest," she says. "Doctor's orders."

"You, too."

She smiles. "We can rest together."

She climbs into his bed, both fully clothed. She caresses his face again and tells him she loves him.

And then they're out.

..

She wakes with a start. She's not sure what woke her, but she knows something is terribly wrong.

Oh no.

Not here.

She slips out of bed and tiptoes out of the room.

Outside.

She opens his back door, thankful that they forgot to set the alarm.

On his back porch, she pulls off her clothes.

Quick! Quick! Quick! Before it's too late!

She finally manages to break free from her clothing when it starts.

It hurts like a motherfucker. Her body stretches, pulls, expands, and contorts. The whole time, she clamps her hands over her mouth, trying to suppress her screams until her screams turn into a full-throated howl.

She stands there, her soft white fur, her piercing blue eyes, her lupine form... she feels more alive than ever before.

Fuck yeah.

She's filled with urges.

Well, one urge.

She leaps off of Heart's deck and lopes into the woods.

Oh, Christ. How free she feels. She loves how her body moves. She will never forgive the Monsignor, but at least he gave her this.

She catches a scent. It's not much, but it's something. She dashes to her right.

She stops just outside a tall, wooden fence. She sniffs. She can smell heat. And fear.

Yeah, buddy. You have plenty to fear, all right. Let's just hope you can overcome that and deliver.

She leaps over the fence and stands before a Great Dane. She knows it could smell her coming from a mile away. And it had been excited. But now that it sees her, it's not so sure.

She steps towards him.

He steps back.

Aw... come on, big--well, okay, maybe not big, but come on, fella. I promise you the moon.

It barks and growls. A light goes on in the kitchen.

Wimp.

She runs through the woods.

Please.

Please.

Fuck, I need some fucking RELEASE!

Another scent captures her attention.

She's off.

The bear stands on its hind legs, growling at her.

Uh-huh. Yeah, I get it. I'm not a bear. But I am a stone-cold fox.

She advances.

Come on, buddy. You've clearly got the goods. You're clearly werewolf-curious. Let's do this.

But the bear isn't sure. It backs up.

Nuh-uh. Sorry, bro, she thinks.

She leaps.

The bear slashes at her, but she's ready for that.

She's also stronger.

Within seconds, she's pinned it to the ground. Although he was scared, his cock certainly isn't. It stands at attention, desperate for her.

She lowers herself and swallows him up.

She grinds into him, though it doesn't take long, and soon she's hissing as his seed fills her.

That does not feel good.

In fact, it stings.

Fuck!

And she's still fucking horny.

She lopes off and dives into the local reservoir, hoping to wash everything off.

It doesn't work.

Okay. Lesson learned. No bears.

She runs through the woods and howls, hoping to get a response.

She hears one.

Why didn't she think of this before?

Go easy on yourself, Em, this is your first night.

It takes a while, but she finds it. A male wolf. It has second thoughts when it sees her, but it doesn't run.

All right, pal. Let's do this.

As much as she hates to submit to this lesser being, her need is too great. She kneels and presents her sex.

He takes it.

Oh, fucking hell, yes! Finally!

But he's too quick. Too quick and not big or good enough. He fills her. At least his jizz doesn't sting. In fact, it soothes her insides from that fucking bear. So that's good.

But she still hasn't gotten off.

She howls again, no longer calling for a mate, just out of sheer frustration.

She leaves the wolf and runs.

And runs.

And runs.

Fuuuuuuucccccckkkkkk!

Okay, well, fuck the fucking Monsignor. Is every night going to be like this? If so, she might as well leap off a cliff.

She approaches Heart's neighborhood and sees one of his neighbors. She can't remember his name, but she knows she dislikes him. He was always leering at her, making her feel icky.

But no. She can't. She's not going to lower herself to her former alpha's level. She felt bad enough raping that bear.

She shivers at the memory of his foul seed filling her.

She growls and sneaks back into Heart's house.

She stands in his kitchen, panting. She looks around. Maybe he's got something she can use so she can pleasure herself, but she finds nothing. Not even a banana or a cucumber.

The kitchen light goes on. She whirls. Oh fuck. Heart.

He stands there gaping at her form.

But not running.

She lowers herself to all fours to seem less threatening.

"Emily?" he says.

She lowers her body to the floor and wags her tail.

He swallows.

"It's true, then," he says, slowly approaching her.

She leans into his hand. Oh, fucking bless you, Heart. Of course you would not only not run away but come comfort me. You really are a gem.

She growls, rubbing herself into his scratches.

"Are you trapped like this?"

She doesn't respond. She has no idea. She considers rolling over, exposing her belly to him, but tosses that idea away.

She's done submitting.

He kneels before her. Not to submit, but to look into her eyes and comfort her. He rubs and scratches and pets and rests his head against hers.

She licks his face, and he laughs.

Then he looks all serious. He scratches both ears. "I've got you, Em. What do you need me to do?"

Oh, Heart. If you only knew.

She licks his face again. And again. She nuzzles into him. And he holds her and caresses her and strokes her and tells her he loves her.

She whimpers.

"What? Please. Let me help you. You need food? Water?"

She looks at him. Her eyes drift to his lips.

He raises his eyebrows and laughs. "For real?"

She looks at him. He's not running away.

Oh, Heart. Would you really do this for me? Like, I know you've been into me your whole life, but this?

He pets her. "Is that really what you need?"

She licks his face. She licks him again. Slower. She nuzzles into him. And licks him again. Slower still. Her tongue traces along his lips. She pulls back.

You do not have to do this, baby broth--

He pulls her in and kisses her snout.

Ohhhh, Heart. My Heart. My beautiful Heart.

She licks his mouth, and he opens it, unsure if this is what he's supposed to do.

Her tongue slides inside and finds his.

And it's wonderful.

He licks her tongue and lets hers dive deeper into his mouth. He pulls her into him, laughing slightly as her teeth clamp down lightly on his cheeks.

What the fuck is he doing?

She pulls back. She can sense his heat. She nips at his shirt and looks at him.

Message received; he whips it off. She rubs her face all over him, coating him in her scent. Because let's face it. She loves him, but he's going to be hers, not the other way around.

And he's all for it.

Her tongue caresses his body, and he shivers and giggles under her attention. She pushes him back so he's lying on the cold, hard kitchen floor.

She nips at his pants, and he pulls them off, too. She takes in the sight of his rock-hard penis. Her eyes run up to his. He's pretty sure he sees a smile on her lupine face. She rises and looms over him, and she can sense his cock tighten. Oh. This is going to be fun.

She licks his stomach. Then his thighs. Then his cock. She loves how it rises and falls with each lick. He caresses her face. He's ready for her.

He thinks.

She climbs over his body and licks his face. Then she lowers her groin to his. He reaches down and raises his dick for her. She finds it and swallows him whole in one motion.

He's a human. She has no idea how big he is for a human. He's certainly not big enough for her liking. But she doesn't care. He loves her. And she loves him. She works his cock, still trying to figure out this new body, but then she finds a groove--

Oh.

Crap.

"I'm sorry," he says. He laughs, but he looks like he wants to cry.

Oh, baby.

She lies on top of him, warming him up. She licks his face. You have nothing to be sorry about. Ever.

She does love the feel of his cum inside her. It's not the euphoric powder keg of her former master's. But it's filled with love. And she can feel it.

She rubs her face into his, and he caresses her and tells her he loves her and he'll try harder next time, he swears.

"It's just... I've wanted you for so long, Em. And then... well, that was just so fucking weird and hot..."

She licks him.

She licks him again.

Slower.

He likes it.

She rises and licks her way down his body, feeling his heat crank up a notch.

She licks his cock, relishing how she can make it rise with each taste.

Then she swallows him in her mouth.

He hisses with pleasure as her tongue works its wonders, but also at the dangerous presence of her teeth. His manhood could be gone with a single sneeze.

And that fucking turns him on.

He's surrendering himself to something greater.

And it feels amazing.

She slides up his body once again, and he guides himself into her. She grinds on his cock. Oh yeah. It's on. She can feel it. She can sense his heat. She has time. Plenty of time.

She maneuvers her body this way and that. She varies her tempo and aggression. Then she finds it. The perfect position to get his cock to stimulate her G-spot.

And she's off.

Her body takes over, as she grinds and swallows and works his shaft until she shudders. Loving warmth spreads through her whole body, and she grunts and then finally howls.

She feels Heart explode inside her again, and that gives her a second orgasm.

She slowly comes down and settles down, and then she lies on top of him once more. She checks to make sure she's not crushing him, but he's too busy rubbing his hands all through her furry body and kissing her and telling her he loves her. He'll do anything for her.

He loves her.

He loves her.

He loves her so much.

..

She startles awake.

She's not sure what woke her.

But she knows everything is all right.

She's lying on top of her brother. His warm arms hold her tight. When he realizes she's awake, he says good morning. He draws a hand up her naked back.

"Well, that was something," he says.

She laughs. She cries. She nestles in.

EPILOGUE

Emily wakes. She knows exactly what woke her. It's the same thing that wakes her every morning. Heart's tongue. Oh, how he loves licking her awake. Gentle licks. Not trying to get her off, though he always does, just trying to let her know how much he loves her.

She caresses his face and brings him up. He slips inside her, and they make love, like they've been doing every morning. And god, does she love making love to her brother. It's so pure and loving. He's completely devoted to her.

Well, not completely. But...

"What is it?" he asks after they've finished. She's been stroking his hair and looking at him, clearly wanting to say something.

She shakes her head.

"Uh-huh. It's me, Em. You've figured it out, haven't you?"

She nods.

"Tell me. Whatever it is, I'll do it."

She knows he will. He'll do anything for her. And that's the problem.

"If we do this, you won't be my brother anymore. You'll be... like me."

"I want to be like you. So I can please you when you turn."

"You do please me. You love me better than anyone ever could."

He knows that's a lie. Although they've been fucking like rabbits, and that has tempered her nocturnal desire somewhat, she still gets cravings. Granted, she's not transforming every night--thanks to him--but she still does sometimes. Especially the two weeks around the full moon. Then, even his ministrations can't tame the wild beast. And yes, she will often fuck him when she's a wolf.

But not always.

He knows he can't give her what she wants. Not when she's a wolf, he can't.

But maybe he can.

They've been talking about this for the two months since all this went down. The Monsignor obviously turned her into a werewolf through his jizz. How can she do it?

"Please, Em. Please turn me. Let me share this burden with you. Besides... think about how hot it would be."

He meant for her to laugh, but she's not laughing.

"I don't mean that it would just turn you into a werewolf. It would make you my slave. You wouldn't just love me. You would worship me."

She thinks, anyway. It's not like there's a manual.

"I already worship you. And if becoming a werewolf makes me worship you more, then count me in."

"But I don't want to lose you, Heart. I love you for who you are."

But he begs and begs, and she resists for several more minutes, until finally...

"Please, please, please." He kisses her after every word. "You said it yourself a few years ago. What could be better than to submit oneself to a higher power? Well, you're the highest power I know. I'm ready to submit."

He begs some more. He kisses her feet. He kisses her pussy. He kisses her everywhere.

Finally, she relents.

That night, they hold off on sex, knowing that will draw out the beast in her. And when it does, he's ready.

She's not entirely sure this will work, but something deep inside has been willing her to do this for weeks.

He sits in one of his kitchen chairs, naked. She straddles him. Her tail wraps around his leg. She licks his face the way he likes, getting them both worked up, but he knows she's stalling.

"Please, goddess. Let me worship you to the fullest extent. I'm ready. I'm willing. I'm desperate."

She brings his head down to her breast. And he can smell it.

His dick instantly hardens and his heart races.

He caresses her breast with two hands, marveling at her form, loving the feel of her white fur, which is even softer at her breast. He leans in and starts working his mouth into her fur until he finds her nipple. A little milk is leaking out. Unthinking, he gives her a lick.

The moment the liquid touches his tongue, his eyes dilate. She gasps, instinctively clamping her claws into his scalp, locking him in place, desperate to make him drink his fill. Yes! This is it! She knows it will work.

He latches on and sucks.

The warm milk jets into his mouth, filling it in seconds. That taste! It's sweet and salty, creamy and warm. It's unlike anything he's ever had before. It tastes of electrolytes and power. Dominance. This is the milk of his alpha, and goddamn does he love how it feels on his tongue.

He swallows, and it feels alive as it coats his throat. The power of his alpha queen surges into him. Through him. Conquering him from the inside out.

Holy living fuck, he needs more. He needs it by the truckload. He wants to drink it, slurp it, gobble it, consume it, bathe in it, have it surround his whole body and fill his every orifice.

She clamps her claws into him even tighter, relishing the flow of power into him. Soaking in his subservience. His will becoming hers.

He may be sucking on her, but she is swallowing him up. And with that thought, she sinks his cock inside her.

He finishes that breast and pulls off, gasping for air.

Oh, no, baby. You're only halfway. She grinds on his ever-hardening cock and pulls his face down to her other breast.

He latches on and starts sucking as if his life depends on it, wrapping his arms around her, trying to pull himself all the way in. He's not even aware that she's grinding on his cock, so consumed is he with consuming her.

His ego subsumes into her, and as he takes the last drop, he explodes inside her cunt, giving her every last bit of himself over to her.

She howls with the pleasure of primal conquest. Of vanquishing one's foe. Of total and utter victory. She isn't even aware that he has passed out until she finally comes down, floating back to Earth, slowly remembering that her "foe" was her baby brother.

She gasps and scoops him up into her furry arms. She carries him to the bedroom and lays him down. Then she nestles into him and strokes him, licks him, tickles him. Please be okay, Heart. Please forgive me. I don't know what happened. My inner beast took over.

His eyes flutter for several seconds. He looks like a robot being rebooted. But then his eyes snap open. And focus.

Ahhh... there she is. My alpha. My goddess.

She licks him, a tear trickling down her long snout. He caresses her furry face. And then he gets to work, worshipping his goddess.

He strokes her fur and eases her back. He plants a gentle kiss on her nipple, paying it homage for his rebirth. He works his way down to her furry white pussy. And starts to lick. She gets off, not just from his lustful technique, but his devotion. After bringing her to orgasm, he sends in his cock, which seems bigger, harder, more powerful than ever before. And she responds to his thrusts by granting him the pleasure of having another powerful orgasm.

The next morning, he pleasures her human form, bringing her to ecstasy four more times.

He spends the day attending to her. Touching her, stroking her, loving her. He shampoos her hair. He kisses her feet when she sits. He massages her back when she lies down.

It's a bit much, frankly. But she gets it. She was him once. The least she can do is let him please her.

That night, after massaging her once again, he delivers a powerful fuck, fingering her asshole as his cock stimulates her G-spot. She finishes with an animalistic grunt that makes him cum harder than he has in his life. Oh, how he loves making her cum.

They fall asleep in each other's arms.

He awakes with a start.

It's happening.

The pain emanates inside him and invades every part of his body.

"It's okay, baby. It's okay. You can do this."

He's not so sure. His limbs extend, and his joints crack. His muscles bulge, and tendons stretch beyond what he can bear. But then, with one final howl of anguish, he is reborn.

He stands towering over her, a hulking, panting mass of silky black fur and manly lupine power.

She sooo wants him to ravish her right here and now while she's in her human form. But no. There'll be time for that later. She needs to complete their bond and fully bind him to her.

"Outside, boy," she says with a laugh, and outside he goes. It's all he can do not to howl at the moon, but he has just enough sense to rein in that impulse until they're in the woods.

She joins him. Her naked, pale form seems to glow in the moonlight. He drops before her and starts licking her toes, her legs, her thighs...

She brings his massive furry face before her and kisses him on the snout.

"Are you ready, Heart?"

He wags his tail.

"Good boy."

She lets go, triggering her own transformation. His cock tightens as he watches her turn into his alpha queen. He's ready to pleasure her right here and now. But she wants to do it properly.

She jumps off his deck and lopes into the woods. He follows.

She lets him get used to his new body, and she can sense his thrill at how free he is.

They reach a clearing, and she turns. He rushes up to her and sits at her hind legs. He's so turned on, precum is already dripping from his lupine cock.

She circles him, panting, desirous. Then she leaps. She tackles him to the ground and takes his cock in her mouth, clamping her teeth down and holding it there.

Yes, goddess. I belong to you and you alone.

He whimpers his submission.

And she takes him. She pins his arms to the ground and swallows his cock in her pussy. He howls with pleasure as he fills her.

Yes! she thinks. Fucking yes! This is it! The missing ingredient!

She grinds the shit out of his dick, no longer having to worry about tearing it off. And he thrusts back when he senses she wants him to. She can feel it building. Oh fuck. He's going to fill her with his new seed. She grabs his head and lifts it to her tit.

I fill you, you fill me.

He gulps down her milk, his cock getting harder and harder. He knows he needs to hold out until she tells him to cum.

The moment he drains her tit, she growls and gives one last pump.

He explodes.

..

"The fuck?"

"What's that, Sarge?"

Officer Penelope Rodriguez motions for him to be quiet. Then they hear it again. The sounds of two wolves howling at the moon.

She looks at him.

"You think... no, there's no way, right?"

"What, that nun? You think she's a werewolf?"

"No, right?"

"Who's the other one, her brother?"

She wrinkles her nose.

"Yeah, that's just nasty."

She motions for them to go. But when they hear it again, the two of them look at each other uncertainly, neither one wanting to say what they're both thinking: Nasty, but kinda hot.