AntonTovaras
Really Really Experienced
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He growled softly, wanting her, wanting to kill her, his two selves in conflict as they never had been before. She pulled away, repulsed by him, and he snarled a little. Hadn't she called him sexy before? What had changed? When she got her feet under her, he gave another little bark, demanding that she surrender, but the human part of him understood. The wolf had no patience, and could smell her fear, her blood hot, calling to him to rip and kill.
He wasn't going to be able to restrain himself. He did something he'd never done before. He partially changed. He'd never heard of a werewolf doing it, though they seemed to in every movie he'd ever seen. Maybe there were werewolves in Hollywood that knew more than he did.
He reared up on his hind legs as his body shifted, his forelegs changing to arms, with almost human hands. The head remained wolfish, but the muzzle changed. He turned, sniffing the air, and realized she was moving away. How long had it taken him to change this way? He stepped forward, awkward on two legs, until he found the right balance.
"You're going the wrong way," he said, the voice coming out in a wolfish snarl, but still clearly speaking human words. He dropped to all fours and bounded towards her, then rose over her, his cock still hard, the impulse to fuck her overwhelming the impulse to kill.
He reached out, wolf's claws on human fingers, and grabbed the waist of her pants, ripping them away.
"I'll make you warm," he growled.
He wasn't going to be able to restrain himself. He did something he'd never done before. He partially changed. He'd never heard of a werewolf doing it, though they seemed to in every movie he'd ever seen. Maybe there were werewolves in Hollywood that knew more than he did.
He reared up on his hind legs as his body shifted, his forelegs changing to arms, with almost human hands. The head remained wolfish, but the muzzle changed. He turned, sniffing the air, and realized she was moving away. How long had it taken him to change this way? He stepped forward, awkward on two legs, until he found the right balance.
"You're going the wrong way," he said, the voice coming out in a wolfish snarl, but still clearly speaking human words. He dropped to all fours and bounded towards her, then rose over her, his cock still hard, the impulse to fuck her overwhelming the impulse to kill.
He reached out, wolf's claws on human fingers, and grabbed the waist of her pants, ripping them away.
"I'll make you warm," he growled.