Lure
Earlier—The monster
A low, rumbling growl filled the night sky at the memory of my brother’s preferred glamoured face. The human features bothered me, though I lacked the words to explain why—it just did. Irritation had my ears folded back against my head. The desperate whimpering of my prey dragged my attention to the claws slicing into flesh. The lesser creatures were silent when I hunted.
The moon slid lower and the shadows grew. I had to get back. Success was mine, and saliva dribbled from my maw. Control. Patience. I couldn’t slip again. Last time I’d devoured a village. I flickered between going back and tearing into the feast beneath my arms. Want and need were two different things, but the lines blurred, and my hunger grew.
The more I killed, the more animal I became. I’d once put more thought to my actions. Ryder warned me there would be nothing left of the brother he knew. I chuffed at that; I’ve always been this way. No curse had changed me. He was the one who wanted to be more. We were enough. There was only a spark left in the abyss of my soul.
I needed to feed. To claim. It was impossible to stay within the castle walls when hunger gnawed at me. Women—fresh, young, and pure—were an easy fix, but they never satisfied the hunger. More. It was hard to breathe within the castle walls. The kingdom. Our people. Always watching. He hated when I left. I was harder to control. No one could stop me. I ran, chasing what I needed, covering ground for hours. Until I found two young virgins. They were enough—for now. It twisted inside me—raw, unquenchable, a craving for flesh and endless nights. The urge to pierce through flesh, gnaw on supple skin, and to have a cunt to thrust into, almost drove me to madness.
It had been too long since I’d returned with a prize in hand, but I was running out of moonlight. My resolve wore thin and my shoulders rose and fell, not with exhaustion, but excitement. Pine filled my lungs, mingling with their feminine scent. The tallest tower of the castle loomed in the distance, mocking me. Close. Yet so fucking far. I found it hard to remember why I couldn’t have them now. Why did it matter if I ate at home or out here?
Both were unscathed. A low, angry growl rumbled in the back of my throat, and the one to my left wriggled in my grip. I needed her still. Snarling, saliva flew. The redhead ignored my warning. She kicked and screamed. Pathetic. As if she could get away from me. My need assured me I was practically home.
Hunger won. I was no longer in control.
My fur stood on end and my cocks hardened as my beastly needs surged through me. I dropped them. The redhead scrambled away while the blonde remained. She bowed her head and kept her gaze on the ground. I growled in approval at her show of submission. My attention darted to the other as she stood. My cocks twitched as she flew forward. I couldn’t stop myself when they ran. My muscles tensed, coiling with the urge to give chase, to tear through flesh. Her fear soaked the air, burning my senses, and I bathed in it. My tongue slid over my canines, tasting victory. She was making this hard.
As if to bait me, she glanced over her shoulder. Our eyes locked—hers widened before she fell face first. Her fear- drenched scent hit me with full force and fire caught to flame. She never had a chance.
I’d hoped she’d make it a little further before hunting her down, but now, seeing her on all fours, I knew she wouldn’t make it back. All thought disappeared as my eyes locked on wet pink pussy as it peeked out at me from beneath her dress. Both her holes begged to be stuffed, and I moved on instinct. The need to feed blended with lust. I was upon her before she could attempt to get away.
The moon lit the surroundings, and my shadow swallowed her. She whimpered, her hands clawing earth, clutching handfuls of grass. The scene was familiar—prey never changed. First, they tried to escape. I was fast, my furry arm snapping forward to grab a fistful of her hair. She screamed as I lifted her off the ground. Grass tore and clumps of dirt hit the floor. She squealed like a pig off to slaughter. Legs dangled and tears streaked down her red, puffy cheeks. Her body twisted in my grip as she scratched my arms. Her screams turned to cries as she realized her attempts were futile.
The fight only aroused me further. My reflection stared back at me: a hideous beast with glowing eyes, razor sharp canines, and a wolfish face. I was a monster.
“Please, please let me go. I want to go home,” she begged. The last thing they did before accepting fate.
Her voice grated on my nerves, high-pitched and sharp. Lowering my head, I dragged my tongue up the side of her face. The promise of supple flesh was intoxicating. Ignoring her pleas, I inhaled her scent. I’d take what I needed, then gorge, feeding the emptiness inside me.
Dropping her, she sobbed as she stared up at me. Desperation and horror splashed across her features as her gaze trailed lower. Her mouth dropped open as she took in the long cocks that bobbed above her, the veins visible against the pink skin. Understanding filled her eyes as she realized death wasn’t the only thing she needed to fear.
I craved bearing witness to the way her eyes would widen when I slammed into her and claimed her virginity. She would take me. I needed the evidence of her purity dripping down my knot as it pulsed. Women loved both holes being filled. This one was no different. She may kick and scream at first, but she’d moan and writhe beneath me. Dropping to my knees, I grabbed her by the hip and calf. Spreading her legs wide, survival instincts made her body go limp.
Pushing my face between her legs, I lapped at her inner thigh, and her back arched. She was so sweet, so soft. My eyes darted to where her nipples pushed against the thin fabric. All that fighting and for what? For her to give in to what we both knew she would like?
With an extended claw, I dragged it down the front of her chest. The green material gave way. It fell and hung from her body. My greedy eyes feasted on her naked flesh. I lowered my snout to her breast. Finally. I licked her, tasting her, but it was inevitable. I took a bite. An ear-piercing scream filled the night air. Weak fists pounded on my shoulders and face. There was no escaping me.
The sweet metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. She struggled as warm liquid slid down my throat. I’d taken a larger bite than I meant to, and the chunk of meat in my mouth was gummy like candy. I ruined her. I’d have my cake and eat it too. Before I could finish the rest of her, I straightened and held her open. She cried and attempted to push me off. Angling my top cock, I slammed it into her heat.
Her purity was mine. I pulled out of her and stared at the blood that coated my cock. An animalistic groan reverberated through the cool night air. Holding her by her hips, she fell back, her neck exposed. I dragged my snout through the blood that spilled down her neck, reaching for the ground. Impaling her as I lapped at her wound. She whimpered and jerked with each thrust. Lowering her to the grass, fingers curled around fur, and I stared into conflicted green orbs that begged to be released and pleasured.
My second cock leaked—begging for heat. Trailing the pad of my paw down her chest until it was crimson red, I rubbed it along my lower cock. Withdrawing, I lined them both up and she shook her head.
Her cheeks red, blood pooling at the base of her neck, and tears in her hair, my instincts told me to breed her. Knowing she wouldn’t live to see the morning, I obeyed. Slamming into her, her body curled and warmth pressed against my chest. Her heartbeat thumped against mine. She threw her head back and screamed as she stretched around me. Again and again.
Lifting off, her bloodied flesh shone in the moonlight. I licked it clean as the other breast bounced and her screams weakened. Her head fell slack, her throat offered as if in tribute. She was bathed in red. Chasing the need to fill her, I took another bite. Her blood quickly soaked my fur. Writhing in pain, her nails dug into my arms. This was when they were the most beautiful. Delirious from blood loss and mad with the need to cum. Burying myself deep, she took my knot and shrieked as she tensed. She squeezed me as ropes of come filled her. She convulsed as death finally came.
Her body sagged—lifeless.
Still locked, I licked and bit. Crunching as teeth met bone. I fed. Muscles squelched and bones cracked as I tore through meat. When my knot deflated, I pulled the bulb from her still warm body. Thrusting in and out as I ate. Opening wide, I removed her head. Muffled cries reached my ears as I chewed. Dropping it, I dragged my tongue over my lip, savoring the taste.
“I’m sated and feeling merciful, child. If you wish to leave, do so now.” She didn’t move or say anything as I lapped at the carcass.
“Stay here and I’ll take you home.” She whimpered at my words and stood on wobbly feet.
“Don’t run because I’ll give chase,” I warned. With another bite, she slowly inched away. One step at a time. Blood gushed as I listened to the snapping of twigs beneath her feet. One step at a time. I could hear her heart pounding, her sobs, and whispers of a prayer.
When I was full, I stood, straightening to my full height. Running along the woods, I ran toward the castle. The trees drew me in, luring me with the promise of freedom. Something sweet reached for me and I came to a halt. Lifting my snout in the air, I turned in the direction of the scent. It called me toward the human realm. It was right there—raspberries, elderberries, and decay.
I can’t ignore it.