The werewolf James!
In a small southern town, good people began to be tormented by a terrible beast that apparently lived in the town's woods, attacking hunters. At first, everyone who passed by believed it was an isolated incident and that it wouldn't happen again, but as time passed, the beast seemed to become more aggressive, attacking more people in a very short period. Perhaps because the beast only roamed the vicinity of the woods, people who lived far away didn't worry about it, or at least didn't show concern, doing things like sleeping with the window open or going out at night.
On one of those cold nights, a beautiful young woman, whom the beast, unbelievingly disbelieving, slept alone in her virginal bed with the windows open, enjoying the last summer breezes, was brutally startled from you sleep by a shrill sound. Startled, you got up to check and, looking out the window, found nothing but darkness and silence that at that moment made it seem as if time had stopped and that only you existed in the entire city—you would venture to say, in the entire country.
Believing it to be something created by your own dream, you close the window, telling yourself it's just a precaution, not wanting for even a second to let yourself think it was because of the violent beast that haunted the woods during all those nights.
Back in the safety of your warm, soft, and heavy blankets, you find yourself thinking about the strange man you saw in town that morning, the man who lived in the isolated mountains and whom you never understood why he chose to stay there alone and so isolated from everyone, since he only went down to get some food at the store.
Even knowing it was wrong, sometimes in the solitude of your bed you longed to be in his and know what that mysterious and strangely handsome man was doing so far from everyone else, and why nothing convinced him to move closer to civilization. But it was clear you would never tell anyone because you could already imagine people looking at you disapprovingly if you confessed your desire, even to your colleagues.
Slowly you let sleep take you, and in the depths of your mind you dreamed again of that man. You didn't know why, a tremendous obsession; in the dream, the man invited you to his secret house in the mountains, swore his love to you, and by the warm fireplace you kissed.
Then something enormous shatters the window. You sit up startled, still groggy from sleep, your tired eyes unable to focus properly. The smell of wet fur invades your nostrils before you can understand the enormous brown mass unfolding before you. The creature was now standing before you, enormous; you could say for sure it was over two meters tall. You heard its growl as your eyes focused on its giant, sharp fangs.
Trembling with fear, your legs weak as jelly, you felt that if you moved a muscle, the beast would tear you to pieces. So you tried to remain silent while the giant, terrifying creature hovered above you. After what seemed like hours, the creature placed its large, hairy hand under the foot of your bed. Its sharp claws slightly tore the sheet as it crawled towards you. Overcome with fear, you felt dizzy and thought you would faint.
But then something even more astonishing than the creature in front of you happened. You could see its eyes behind the thick brown fur on its forehead, and they were those dark blue eyes of the man who lived in the mountains, whose name you barely knew.
You couldn't believe it; it must have been some kind of magic trick, or your sleepy brain playing tricks on you. When the creature was on top of you, there was no doubt: there it was him, being a giant beast. But for some reason, you were no longer afraid.
Even trembling, you raised your long-fingered hand with red-painted nails to the face of the ferocious beast and stroked its thick, dirty fur. At that same instant, it, which had been growling and drooling, began to calm down, whimpering low and sharply like a frightened dog. You felt pity.
Then he lifted his enormous, hairy head and violently scratched your dress, tearing the front and exposing your breasts to the cold air. Your skin immediately bristled and your nipples hardened. The monster then ran his hot, rough tongue across your stomach until he reached one of your breasts.
You sighed, and the monster moved closer, doing the same on the other side of your stomach, making you gasp again. Without realizing it, you opened your legs, allowing the creature to settle between them. You could feel his giant, throbbing, hot member against your thigh. Although you couldn't understand why, you desperately desired him, and all fear had vanished.
You wanted to surrender to him and feel every inch of his tongue and other parts. You was weak and ready, surrendering completely to him.
The creature moved, looking directly into your eyes. It moved closer to your face, and you could feel its warm breath and heavy breathing in the cold night. It was comforting, and you longed for more. Very slowly, it licked your neck and mouth so slowly it was maddening.
Almost before you could process what had happened, it moved lower, tearing more of your dress with its enormous claws until the front was completely open and you were naked underneath. Without delay, you removed what remained of it and placed your legs on either side of the monster, which now caused you no anxiety.
It already seemed impatient when it plunged between your legs, quickly licking your wet cleft. You let out a moan that you could swear would have woken your entire neighborhood, but you couldn't hear anything but your own breathing and the creature's.
The monster possessed a skill you could never imagine, but you didn't have time to think, only to enjoy the sensation of that insistent, warm tongue on you. It was all so comforting that you could barely feel the wind from the broken window hitting your skin.
He stayed there for a while, then stood up, getting close to your face again, and this time he was panting more. His member now seemed bigger and even hotter, now resting directly on your leg. You wanted to help him put it in, but with all his weight on top of you, you couldn't move, so you waited for him to do it himself.
With a strong thrust, he buried himself completely and deep inside you. Your moan was like a scream, and pleasure took over as he began to move back and forth in a slow rhythm, almost completely withdrawing before thrusting again.
You moaned louder and louder, and the pleasure was intense. You felt on the edge and didn't know how much more you could endure. You had gripped his thick, hairy hands when he began to move faster, and the bed shook, banging against the wall.
He continued until you came on top of him with a moan. You felt like you were in paradise, and he slowed down, letting you savor each wave and vibration of pleasure that coursed through your body. You thought he had finished too when his pace slowed almost until he stopped, and then you took a deep breath before feeling him move again.
The wave of pleasure that had been diminishing began to intensify once more, and all you could do was bury your face in his chest and moan, since you couldn't hold it back anymore. The monster was now huffing and growling, which made you realize that now he was the one who was close.
You began to move with him in order to intensify his pleasure as well. You wanted to please him and somehow show that you were his. You wanted to leave him satisfied enough so that he would come back, or perhaps even take you to his cabin where you could see him completely—the tall, blond, and strong man.
This time he moved even faster, almost without giving you time to catch your breath, and you tried to keep up with his pace, making everything better for him. With a grunt, he buried himself deep inside you and relieved himself. You could feel the warmth inside you and didn't want to be anywhere else. You clung to him when you felt him lie lightly on top of you.
For a second, you wanted to hold him there forever, and when you regained your energy, do it again, forever. But that didn't last even five minutes. Soon, with another roar, he got up and jumped out of bed, running to the window where he glanced at you in bed. You didn't feel bad or alone, but you knew that look meant something.
So he looked back outside and jumped into the darkness, running back to his woods while you remained lying in bed, the sleep of exhaustion approaching. But you had a smile on your face because you knew that this encounter wouldn't be the last.
