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_Since Patreon was a bust, I've decided to release this previously exclusive story to the public. You're welcome. Credit for the thumbnail goes to LilMissCoyote: _https://twitter.com/lilmisscoyote/status/590961609641746432

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It was a cold and lonely night in the forests of Kalterwald, with trees that whispered eerily in the wind and birds that sang somber notes. The moon hung high in the sky like a pale dinner plate, casting a dim glow over the trees, which in turn cast gloomy shadows on the forest floor. The only break in the tenebrous atmosphere was a small sphere of warm light cast by a lantern held high in the air; that lantern was being held by a young man, who's other hand was wrapped in a white-knuckle grip around a longsword's hilt.

Aaron Gillheart was a monster hunter, or at least that's how he liked to think of himself. So far, his quarry had been relatively low-caliber, a few pesky goblins here, a frail ghoul there, and one easily-intimidated doppelganger. He'd made a bit of a name for himself in his hometown… well, mostly among family and friends… but he still felt confident enough to branch out and expand his horizons. In a search for adventure, he'd traveled to the neighboring town of Bullmar, and sure enough, there was a juicy bounty right on the notice board:

Wanted: Werewolf sighted up near Silver Creek

Reward: 200 gold

See the mayor's assistant for details

The bounty would set him up nicely for a couple of weeks, and with several kills already under his belt, Aaron felt like one lone werewolf wouldn't stand a chance. He'd had a bit of fun investigating the various claims, comparing statements, and checking his extensive maps, until at last, he'd narrowed the beast's location down to a couple of acres. Then came the preparation phase; he wasn't nearly rich enough to buy a silver sword, but he did buy a special oil to smear on his weapon. According to the apothecary, it was a blend of nightshade, wolfsbane, and colloidal silver, which made it just as good as a silver blade against a lycanthrope. He'd then planned out his outing to be on the night of the full moon, since on any other night, the werewolf could simply remain in human form. With his perfect plan set and his sword oiled up, Aaron had headed out into the shadowed woods, where he was inches from finding his very first clue.

“Pawprints!" As the faint tracks became visible in his light, the aspiring monster hunter rushed over, kneeling down in the crunchy leaves to look at his find. It was definitely wolf-like, with four toes and a pad, and as he surveyed the trail, it looked like the beast was running on two feet. Furthermore, the tracks were fresh, meaning the creature couldn't be too far away. “Got you now," he muttered, then got to his feet and began jogging off in the direction of the tracks.

The next clue reached his nose long before his eyes since the scent of blood and decay seemed to saturate the air around it. A few seconds after smelling it, Aaron stumbled upon a dead stag, obviously killed by his quarry. Its throat and belly were ripped clean open, leaving its blood to congeal into a massive pool after the beast had eaten its fill. Vicious claw marks adorned the deer's sides, slashes that could easily tear through Aaron's pitiful armor… eh, the monster wouldn't get a chance to claw him, he thought, he was quick enough to stab it through the heart first.

It was then that a bone-chilling howl rang out through the trees, and from the sound of it, the source was only a few hundred feet away. The young hunter dashed off toward the source of the noise, accidentally stepping in the blood puddle in the process. At his frantic pace, it didn't take long for him to run out into a sizable clearing, and there he laid eyes on his quarry for the very first time.

The werewolf was standing on top of an outcropping of rock, dimly silhouetted against the night sky. Its glowing eyes almost immediately locked with Aaron's, but he wasn't afraid; he immediately set down his lantern and brandished his sword, stepping forward into a fighting stance. “C'mere, fleabag!" he shouted across the clearing, “I've got a nice juicy treat for you!"

Its head tilted slightly as it crouched down, almost as if it were sizing him up. The glowing eyes narrowed, the snarling teeth gleamed, and the thick muscles tensed to run, but instead of charging at Aaron, it turned around and dashed off towards the woods. Unwilling to lose his quarry that quickly, the aspiring monster hunter sprinted off in pursuit of the werewolf, leaving his flickering lantern behind; part of him thought it was stupid to drop his only light source, but the rest of him was too caught up in the thrill of the hunt. Despite the darkness, the werewolf left a pretty clear trail of broken branches and trampled grass, and Aaron didn't hesitate to sprint after it. “Get back here, mutt!" he shouted, but the only reply he got was some faint panting in the distance. He kept running for a full minute, following the werewolf's trail until all of a sudden, it just stopped. There were some faint claw-marks in the dirt, and then it seemed to just vanish into thin air.

“Where the hell…" Aaron began scanning for other tracks, squinting in the dim light. He could hardly make out his boots on the ground, and he quickly realized that leaving his lantern behind was a grave mistake. But he couldn't just leave the trail, Aaron thought… plus, he wasn't sure which way led back to the clearing. The young hunter had just begun wandering around when he heard another howl, this one a bit shorter and a bit closer. In an instant, Aaron was running through the woods towards the sound, barreling through swatting branches and tripping roots like a spooked stallion. A few hundred yards later, another howl rang out, closer than the last, and he changed course to pursue his quarry. It went on like this for some time, with Aaron running carelessly through the woods in pursuit of the howling beast, until something swept his foot out from under him. After slamming into the ground face-first and rolling onto his back, the hunter recognized the culprit as a stiff root poking out of the soil, nearly invisible in the dim light. It didn't take long to scramble to his feet and pick up his sword, but once he did, he realized one simple fact: he was completely and utterly lost.

“Ah… shit." His first thought was to look for the lantern's glow, but he couldn't see anything through the trees. Thankfully his eyes were beginning to adjust, and he had just started to look for his own tracks when he heard something stalking through the underbrush. It moved slowly, deliberately, almost as if waiting for him to begin running… but Aaron wasn't about to give it what it wanted, oh no. The hunter turned with sword raised toward the beast, and as he did so, its bulky silhouette emerged from the underbrush, almost as if it was accepting his challenge. It stood four inches taller than him, with a robust frame that looked able to rip him in two; its eyes seemed to glow a malevolent yellow, and the faint moonlight glinted off its teeth as it snarled. “C'mon, fleabag!" Aaron shouted, “I've got 200 gold riding on your head!"

The werewolf let out a chuffing noise that almost sounded like a chuckle, then started to advance. Instead of pouncing or running on all fours, it began pacing toward Aaron with a duelist's poise. As it got closer, Aaron could have sworn it had feminine features: wide hips, thick haunches, a moderate rack of breasts… no, it was just a trick of the dappled moonlight. His brain was just playing tricks on him after a month-long dry spell, he thought… once this thing was dead, he'd buy himself a night or two at a brothel to put his mind at ease. He tensed, ready to skewer the werewolf if it charged, but it never did; instead, it just walked right up to him, almost like it wanted him to attack. Once it got about five feet away, he realized that what he'd seen before was real: the beast had a pair of shapely breasts covered in soft fur, and its hips were far curvier than any man's. “Doesn't matter," he muttered, “Bounty's the same, even if you're a girl." Lulled by the werewolf's apparent idleness, he stepped forward into a lunging thrust, expecting to stab it straight through the belly with his specially treated sword.

However, right before the tip connected, the beast grabbed the blade with one paw, twisting it out of the way with ease. Aaron had just enough time to realize the sword hadn't drawn blood before she kicked him hard in the chest, sending him sprawling to the ground disarmed. After scrambling to his feet, he looked on in horror as the werewolf snapped the blade in two like a brittle twig, teeth bared all the while in what seemed like a malevolent grin. With any semblance of bravery shattered, the young hunter turned tail and fled, sprinting away from the werewolf like a bat out of hell. He could swear he heard her giving chase, crashing through the underbrush as she closed in on her quarry… he could already imagine the feeling of her claws digging into him, of her teeth tearing into his neck. Fear spurred him to run ever faster, and every second he did was spent wondering how long he had left to live.

After what felt like ten minutes of running, the rush of adrenaline finally failed him, and he skidded to a halt beside a thick oak tree. He couldn't hear anything through the blood pounding in his ears, and even if he could, he was too winded to do anything beyond catching his breath. Eventually, Aaron recovered enough to where he could look around, and as he scanned the dark woods, he saw no sign of the werewolf. “Alright, Aaron," he panted to himself, “Think! Your sword's gone, but you lost her… just gotta get out of the woods… just get out, and you'll be golden." Obviously, tonight was a failure, he thought as he started walking; the werewolf had managed to chase him out of her territory, and he'd lost his favorite sword. That didn't mean he was done, however… maybe in the morning, he could ask for an advance on the bounty to buy a real silver sword. No, wait, shit… in the morning, the werewolf would just be human again, and he couldn't bring back a trophy if she were in human form.

Aaron was just about to chalk the hunt up to another shitty failure when he heard something over the chirp of crickets: the ever-so-slight sound of a branch cracking. He was about to dismiss it as something benign when it was followed by the loud scuffling of something leaping, and a split second later, something barreled into him from behind. This time, Aaron was pinned down by something big and furry, and as something's warm breath tickled the back of his neck, he realized the werewolf wasn't done with him yet.

After recovering from the shock of being slammed into the ground, the young hunter quickly took stock of his situation. The werewolf was straddling his hips, firmly pinning him stomach-down to the ground, and given her previous show of strength, he guessed there was no way to buck her off. The only weapon Aaron had was his boot knife, which he couldn't get at without a great deal of struggling, and even if he had it in-hand, he doubted the tiny blade would do more than anger the monster on top of him. It seemed like he was about to finally meet his end… only, the werewolf hadn't yet finished him off. Instead, she appeared to be very intently snuffling his neck, pausing every so often to lick her chops. Suddenly, he felt something warm and slimy slide across his ear, leaving a trail of saliva wherever it touched, after which he felt her muzzle nip almost playfully at his earlobe. It was like she was trying to actually taste his fear, Aaron thought… maybe the beast liked to play with its food.

He thought that was it, that she was just teasing him before ripping his spine out, but what she did next didn't line up with that theory at all: without warning, she lifted its weight off him before grabbing his left shoulder, flipping him onto his back in one clean motion. All of a sudden, he was face to face with the beast, her snout inches from his nose, her furry bulk pinning him down by the waist as her carrion-scented breath blew in his face. Aaron could swear he felt something soft pressing against his groin, but he was in no position to look down; even if he could tear himself away from the mesmerizing glare of her eyes, she swiftly restrained his head with both paws, forcing his jaw open with just a fraction of her might. Then, she suddenly bent down and “kissed" her unfortunate prey, sticking her tongue into his mouth with surprising zeal. Aaron didn't dare stop her, and although both his hands were free, he stood stock still as the monster exchanged a great deal of slimy spittle.

After a minute of this, the werewolf stopped, seemingly disappointed by the young hunter's lack of reaction. She pulled back with a low, murmuring growl, then moved her paws onto his chest, sticking her fingers in between the buttons of both his jerkin and his shirt. With inhuman strength, she ripped both garments wide open to reveal Aaron's plain white undershirt, which she also tore through in an apparent need to see his bare chest. Shivers ran down the young hunter's spine as the monster leaned down, deeply inhaling his fresh scent like an overzealous bloodhound. Looking down, Aaron realized he had a decent view of her chest, now that he wasn't trying to kill her, and despite the imminent danger, the young hunter kind of liked what he saw. Her melons just seemed so plump and jiggly, and her fur looked so soft… it certainly seemed like the kind of rack he'd love to snuggle up against if they weren't attached to a bloodthirsty monster.

After a moment of ogling, he realized that the werewolf had stopped sniffing him, and he could swear the look on her wolffish visage was one of flirtatiousness. She simply sat and stared, watching the human's eyes drift from her face to her chest and back again nervously, seeming to wait for him to make a move. On the one hand, he thought, there was a slim chance he could wriggle out from under her and escape… and on the other, he might as well cop a feel if he was gonna die anyway.

After an awkward pause where neither man nor monster did anything, Aaron finally mustered the brazen courage to reach out and grab her furry tits. They were every bit as soft as he imagined, with hard nipples hidden just beneath the surface, and in what he thought might be his last moments, he gave them both a nice, firm squeeze before closing his eyes. Well, this is it, Aaron thought, she's most definitely going to kill me now. At least he could say he groped a werewolf when he made it up to heaven…

The next few seconds felt like an eternity, stretching further and further as he anticipated the final blow. He figured he'd feel her teeth rip out his jugular, or maybe her fingers wrapping around his windpipe, so it came as a complete surprise when he felt the werewolf's paws clap over his hands. Aaron opened his eyes to see her leering down at him, her muzzle split in a wolfish approximation of a smile, and as she gently shifted his hands, he felt her start grinding against his hips. Through the crotch of his pants, the young hunter could swear something was getting wet, seemingly spurred by her intense grinding. Meanwhile, her paws had gingerly guided his fingers over to her hard nipples, and as soon as he began teasing them with his thumbs, she let out a contented chuffing noise. “Oh, you like that?" he jokingly chuckled, “Guess you're not as dumb as I thought, huh?" Despite the fight-or-flight part of his brain telling him he was in danger, Aaron couldn't help but relax as he continued fondling the werewolf's furry jugs, and he could definitely feel his dick stiffening against her grinding advances.

She continued for about a minute before stopping, and as the beast gently pushed his hands back down to the ground, Aaron got the feeling they were gonna be doing something even better. He watched as his lupine lover got up on all fours, turning around so that her knees were on either side of the young hunter's head. Instead of a human-looking pussy, Aaron was greeted by almost triangular-looking vulva, like the sort of thing you'd see on a dog. The lips seemed engorged, puffed up, and dripping with feminine fluids, and he'd just begun to wonder what fingering a werewolf would be like when he felt an insistent tapping on his crotch. At the same time, the beast shifted position so that he could see her face between her legs, and as they locked eyes, she began licking the air in a sort of pantomime gesture. What was she trying to tell him, Aaron thought… did she want him to lick her? But why… oh.

Just as he realized her intentions, he felt a slimy bead of liquid drip onto his bare chest, and he looked up to see her snatch staring back at him. At first, the idea of eating it out seemed profane, but he'd already groped her breasts and let her grind against his crotch… well, in for a penny, in for a pound, he thought. With his arms, he gently moved her hips down, causing her to sit back on her haunches; her plump vulva wound up barely an inch from his mouth, and after taking a second to muster the courage, he hesitantly licked it.

He'd eaten girls out before, but this was a whole other thing entirely; it tasted slightly different, felt a bit firmer, and the smell… the musky scent was almost overwhelming, and at the same time, strangely pleasant. The thick, furry thighs on either side of his head seemed exotic as well, and as he followed up with a few tentative licks, she started pushing back against his face. Having the plump lips pressed flush to his mouth forced his tongue deeper, coating it with slimy juices as it brushed past a small, squishy lump. After a few tries, Aaron figured that the lump was her clit, and each stroke against it seemed to make the werewolf shiver with pleasure. With that in mind, he redoubled his efforts, much to his lover's satisfaction.

Over the next few minutes, Aaron noticed the beast growing tense, grinding itself against him with greater zeal as its thighs flexed on either side of his head. He could hear her huffing and whining, almost like she was going to cum… maybe she was, who said werewolves couldn't have orgasms? In any case, the monster seemed to be nearing some sort of climax, and to keep her going, the young hunter didn't stop for a second. He was able to get just enough air with his head nestled between her furry legs despite the pussy juice leaking out, allowing him to diligently eat her out to completion.

The orgasm came fast and hard, with the werewolf crushing his head under her massive weight as her nethers pulsated, smearing even more feminine fluids on his face. She let out a long whine of pure bliss that slowly devolved into excited panting, muffled by the fur pressed against his head. After what felt like an eternity, she finally lifted her hips, allowing the young hunter to take a nice, long gulp of fresh air. However, it seemed the beast was far from satisfied: on paws and knees, she crawled away from him about a foot, lifting her tail up enticingly as she looked over her shoulder. She then beckoned Aaron closer with one curling finger, and it didn't take a genius to figure out what she wanted to do next.

“Alright," Aaron said with a grin, “Just give me a second to get undressed." The first thing off was his ruined shirt and jerkin, which were swiftly followed by what was left of his undershirt. Then came his boots and socks, which came off easily enough, and finally, he took off his pants. His stiff erection made it a bit difficult, but once he was completely au naturel, he felt strangely free. The werewolf seemed to get awfully excited when she saw his stiffy, and as he shuffled closer to her, she reached back with one paw and spread her furry butt cheeks. Her snatch was dripping wet, dribbling drops of saliva and pussy juice onto the grass… Aaron began to wonder just what it'd feel like wrapped around his cock, to be balls-deep inside a werewolf.

Once he got close, it took a bit of adjustment to get everything lined up properly thanks to their height difference. However, once he did, it was a simple matter to stick it in, and as soon as his tip pushed past her plump lips, she pressed back suddenly to take him balls-deep. In an instant, his whole cock was engulfed in wet, silky goodness, squeezed tighter than he thought possible by the beast's loins. As he started moving back and forth, the sensation grew even better, with slick, ribbed walls pulling back on his sensitive dick as if begging him to slide back in. “Ohhh, damn, you're tight," he moaned, going from hesitantly humping to confidently thrusting in under a minute. “Fuck… feels so good…" Without really thinking, he grabbed the base of her tail as an extra handhold, but she didn't seem to mind. In fact, she seemed to be thoroughly enjoying it, panting out wordless praises as she pressed back against Aaron's thrusts. Each stroke pressed past her clit most delightfully, and to add to the pleasure, the young hunter leaned over her back to grab hold of her breasts. “You like that, don't you?" he purred between grunts of exertion, “You're such a good girl, taking master's bone…"

Suddenly, the monster looked over her shoulder with a mild scowl, growling in disapproval. She didn't stop pressing back against his hips, but she made it fairly clear she didn't care for his dirty talk. “Sorry," Aaron murmured, “Just trying to… gahhhh… never mind." From then on, the only sound he made was the wet squelching of his cock hammering in and out of her, mixed with the muted slapping of his balls and the occasional blissful moan. It didn't take long for him to start nearing his limit, and by the looks of it, his lupine lover was getting pretty close too. She was whining with pleasure, squeezing tight around his member as her tail waggled back and forth. All of a sudden, he felt her seize up, her whole body clenching in a powerful orgasm; Aaron didn't stop thrusting for a second, causing her enough pleasure to drop her down onto her elbows. Her womanhood pulsed around his cock, begging him to finish inside, but once her climax came to a close, the human pulled out and began jerking off. Aaron wasn't sure if he could get a werewolf pregnant, but he wasn't about to find out, and a few seconds later, he shot his load into the grass. The monster looked back at him with confusion evident in her features, almost as if she'd wanted him to creampie her…

Once he'd blown his load, he watched the werewolf turn around, bringing her toothy maw right next to his naked cock. The tiny paranoid part of his brain told him she wanted to bite it off, but after giving her two orgasms, the rest of him trusted her plenty. He let her push him over onto his back and spread his legs, and he hardly flinched as her soft tongue began lapping at his slimy member. “Ahhh… that was fantastic," he sighed, letting the monster lick his nethers completely clean. “You wanna go again once I get hard?"

The werewolf pulled back a bit, then nodded with an affirmative grunt. Satisfied with the cleanliness of the human's junk, she lay back with her legs spread, inviting him to either cuddle or fool around. Aaron decided to go with the latter, and after cozying up beside her, he reached one hand down to tease her snatch. “You can understand me, can't you?" he asked as his fingers pressed past her vulva, “Under all this fur, you're still human, aren't you?"

After letting out another affirming grunt, she leaned down and began tenderly licking Aaron's hair, hugging his naked body close with one burly arm. She stopped as soon as his fingers found her clit, however, instead grunting and chuffing like she was trying to say something. “What, you want me to stop?" he teased, “I can if you want me to…"

The beast merely let out a halfhearted growl before scooping Aaron up with one arm, pulling him on top of her burly body with ease. As he got his legs situated between hers, she pressed his face into her furry cleavage, muffling his protests between her squishy jugs. Although part of him wanted some breathing room, the young hunter realized he rather liked having his face buried in her tits… her fur was so cozy and warm, and her primal, musky scent filled his nostrils. He had half a mind to just relax and drift off into sleep, but as stiffness returned to his loins, he decided it'd be worth it to have one last rutting session.

His groin was close enough to hers that he was quickly able to get things lined up, and she was still wet enough for him to slip right inside. She let out a small huff as he thrust inward, shifting around so he could have better leverage; it almost seemed like she wanted him to enjoy himself, and as he began moving in and out, it felt more like romantic lovemaking than wild rutting. He kept a slow, steady pace, savoring both her angelic fur and heavenly insides, loving every little intimate motion either of them made. While he had his way with her, the beast's paws began exploring his trim body, going from the back of his straight brown hair to his shapely hairless rump. She even teased one finger into his crack, brushing his taint with a single clawed digit, but she swiftly stopped after he let out an annoyed grunt. From then on, the werewolf stuck to cuddling him close, seeming to coax him into screwing her silly.

Before long, Aaron began to feel a familiar pressure building up in his nethers, and as he neared the point of no return, he began to look for a classy way to pull out. The young hunter didn't want to cum in her fur, that just seemed like a dick move… maybe he could just pull away from her entirely? Just as he began to contemplate leaving, the werewolf suddenly hugged him close, eliminating any chance he had of escape; her burly arms pressed his torso against hers, and her thick legs crossed behind his hips. His next idea was to just stop thrusting, but he quickly realized that was a no-go too since she was able to rock his hips back and forth to screw herself with his member. As she let out a matter-of-fact grunt, the young hunter realized she was going to have him cum inside her, and he figured he might as well enjoy giving her a cream filling. “I'm… I'm gonna cum," he moaned, trying to give his lupine lover one last chance to back out, but she didn't falter for a second.

When he finally did blow his load, it was so much better than jacking off into the grass; her warm, silky pussy seemed to squeeze and pulse around his dick, coaxing out spurt after powerful spurt of hot, sticky semen. By the time he'd finished, Aaron felt utterly drained, and once the werewolf released him from her clutches, he pulled out with a wet, sticky schlorp. He then rolled off of her onto the grass, his mind in a post-coital haze… the young hunter hardly noticed his lover lean down and lap at her own nethers, and it only half-registered that she was cleaning off his junk too. Aaron could feel sleep tugging at him, begging him to relinquish control over himself; it was only now that the hours of stalking through the night without rest caught up with him, and as the werewolf scooped him up, he didn't hesitate to snuggle up to her furry chest. “Goodnight," he murmured as he slumped against her soft breasts, and in a few moments, he'd fallen into a deep, trusting sleep.

When Aaron awoke, it was to the feeling of dawn's first light playing across his face and the smell of eggs and bacon cooking on a griddle. His first thought was that he was back at the inn, put up in one of their finest rooms after… hang on, what had happened? As he stretched, the young hunter went back through the previous night's events: first, he'd gone into the woods, then he'd lost his lantern, then the werewolf had broken his sword, and then… and then he'd had some of the best sex in his life. Suddenly, Aaron realized he wasn't, in fact, at the inn, but someplace different altogether, like a cabin or hunting lodge. He was sleeping in a large, king-sized bed with linen sheets and animal-hide comforters, and as he pulled back the coverings, he realized he was completely naked. “Hello?" he called out, and he was subtly answered by a faint humming coming from outside his room.

The young hunter got out of bed and scanned the room for his clothes, but they were nowhere to be found. There were some dressers and such that he could check, but he felt more comfortable walking around naked than he did rummaging through a stranger's belongings. Instead, he simply headed through the bedroom's door, which led out into a sort of kitchen/common area that looked to be a hunting lodge. It was there that he found the source of both the humming and the smell: there was a woman over by a wood stove, completely naked with her back turned to him. She seemed to be cooking eggs, and as soon as Aaron stepped a few feet into the room, she turned around with a cheerful smile on her face. “So, you're finally up," she teased, “Hope you had a nice little nap." The woman had auburn, shoulder-length hair, with fairly attractive feminine features and a body that looked surprisingly athletic. “You want some breakfast?"

He already had a sneaking suspicion forming in the back of his mind, but that didn't stop Aaron from asking, “Who are you?"

The woman's face twisted into a confused expression. “You don't remember? You came at me with a sword, then I chased you… still not ringing any bells?"

Oh, right… werewolves didn't have to be wolves unless it was the full moon. “Yeah, I remember. Sorry about that…"

She merely cracked a smile before turning back to the breakfast she was making, divvying out the bacon and eggs between two wooden plates. “Have you got a name?" she asked, “Mine's Edith, by the way."

“I'm Aaron." As Edith finished preparing the food, the young hunter awkwardly took a seat at a square table, his bare rump feeling odd against the wooden chair. “So, uh… did you get my clothes?"

“Yeah, I tucked them in the dresser. Maybe I can try and fix those popped buttons sometime later, assuming you're willing to stay a bit." She brought over the two plates, setting one before Aaron and the other in front of herself. It didn't take her long to dig into her breakfast, and as Aaron did the same, he realized she was a pretty good cook. “So, what made you think you could take on a werewolf by yourself?" Edith asked through a mouthful of egg, “You just really brave, or really suicidal?"

“I ah… I was actually looking to collect that bounty," Aaron replied, “The villagers offered 200 gold for your head…"

He expected her to take offense, but she merely shrugged. “I was actually thinking about claiming that bounty myself," she admitted, “If you just gave 'em a normal wolf's head, they wouldn't know the difference. Still, not very smart of you to go after me alone… most of the guys who try to kill me have at least two friends with 'em."

“Well, I thought I could handle it," the young hunter retorted, “Besides, the apothecary gave me a special anti-werewolf oil."

Edith suddenly broke out into hearty laughter, causing Aaron to pause mid-bite. “You bought old Giles's 'anti-werewolf oil?' Gods, that's rich. You buy his 'goblin-repellent,' too?"

“Hey, I thought it was a good deal. It's not like I can afford actual silvered weapons…"

Her laughter gradually died down, leaving her with a warm smile on her face. “I was just teasing, Aaron," she sighed, “I don't mean to insult your craft."

They ate in silence for a bit, with Aaron's eyes wandering down from Edith's face every so often to her chest. However, the first thought that crossed his mind was one of fear, and he hesitantly asked, “Edith, did you ever think about killing me?"

“Well, yeah, a little bit. What, you think I'm just gonna let someone waltz into my territory and threaten me?" She smiled, but after seeing the fear in Aaron's eyes, she decided to go a bit softer: “Actually, I was mostly thinking of just scaring you off, but once I got a whiff of your scent… well, I just couldn't help myself." A brief look of confusion flitted across the young hunter's face, prompting Edith to explain further. “I know you probably can't smell it, but right now, I'm in heat something awful. I just have this primal need to have sex, like nothing I ever felt before I became a werewolf, and since I can't just head down to the tavern during the full moon, usually it's just me and my fingers. But luckily, you decided to come after me… a nice young man with a nice hard dick." Her expression had become a lusty grin, and as she stood up from the table, Aaron realized she must want another go-round.

He pushed back his own chair in anticipation, tensing to rise. “You know, we can head back to the bedroom if you want…"

“Maybe in a moment," Edith replied, prowling around the table like a hungry wolf. “For now, I think I'll settle for something closer." As she paced around the table toward him, Aaron got a beautiful view of her naked body, from her lush tits down to the wedge of pubic hair obscuring her nethers. She wasn't unattractive by any means, and his cock didn't seem to care what she looked like… but he felt like it could be just a bit better.

The young hunter turned his chair to face her, scooting away from the table, but before she actually touched him, he held up one hesitant finger. “Can you… transform… during the daytime?"

Edith's expression went from concern to one of horny excitement. “Sure thing, mister adventurous," she purred, right before hunching over with a look of pained concentration. Aaron watched in awe as the woman before him turned into a beast, as her face lengthened into a wolffish snout. Her body sprouted hair that swiftly became a thick coat of fur, her limbs rippled with new muscle, and her legs extended until she was balancing on the balls of her feet. At first, the young hunter worried she'd been hurt by it, but once she looked him in the eye, he realized it must be nothing short of exhilarating for her.

Without a word, she dropped down on all fours and crawled within licking distance, eyeing his erect cock like a golden idol. A shiver of excitement ran down his spine as she slowly licked the underside of his member, seeming to savor the way his body tensed and squirmed. The lick was quickly followed by several more, each getting more and more slippery saliva on his sensitive skin, but before long, Edith switched to a different tactic. With one hand stroking his now-lubricated shaft, the werewolf moved her snout down to his scrotum, and after a few teasing licks from her soft tongue, she grabbed Aaron's hips and hauled him to his feet. Now that she didn't have the chair in the way, Edith was free to start slurping and slobbering on the young hunter's balls, rolling them around with her tongue and lips while her paw jerked him off. It felt weird, but in a good way, and although the werewolf's teeth occasionally brushed against his skin, he relaxed with a sense of intimate trust.

It was about a minute into the lick-n-stroke combo that Edith suddenly pulled back, grinning mischievously as she gestured to him; it took a second to recognize the spinning motion as a command to turn around, although once he did, he quickly complied. Just as he began to wonder what she was doing, Edith made some more adjustments to his posture, gently getting him to lean forward and spread his legs. At first, he figured it was just for better ball-fondling, but it quickly became apparent that she had other ideas when he felt her tongue lick across his butthole.

Aaron's gut reaction was to pull away, but through some combination of trust and grit, he decided to hold out just a bit longer. It didn't take long for Edith to really get into it, lapping fervently at his ass while still jerking him off; after a brief adjustment period, he realized it felt surprisingly pleasant, even when her muscular tongue threatened to press past his taint. “Mmmmm, that's it," he moaned, “Never knew getting your ass licked could be so romantic." Edith seemed to be doing her damndest to get as much slobber in his crack as possible, and plenty dribbled off onto the floorboards as her intensive rimming continued. Thanks to the paw still stroking his cock, Aaron was getting kind of close to an orgasm, and he was all set to enjoy a relaxing climax when he felt something else touch his sphincter: one of Edith's furry fingers.

The young hunter looked back with a look of worried confusion, causing the werewolf to let out an assuring growling noise. That, combined with her expression, seemed to say, “Just trust me and relax, it'll feel terrific in a moment." After briefly contemplating a stubborn refusal, Aaron's urge to please his partner got the better of him, and he did his best to relax. Given how much slobber was coating his ass, the right-hand finger just slipped inside, and to the young hunter's surprise, it didn't hurt all that much. The fullness and pressure felt slightly weird, but it complemented her stroking nicely, especially once she reached a hard little point a few inches in that made him feel like he had to pee. Once she lessened the pressure, it felt like he was about to cum, but not really… although after jerking him off for several minutes, it really did feel like he was about to blow his load.

Right as he was about to reach the point of no return, Edith slowed her left-handed stroking and began kneading his prostate, causing him to let out a long moan of pent up pleasure. Aaron didn't know what the hell the werewolf was doing back there, but it felt good… the young hunter pressed back against her paws, his hands grasping the back of his chair for extra support. “Mrrrgh, don't stop," he groaned, “I think I… I'm gonna…"

Without warning, Edith pulled her digit out and spun him around, closing her wolfish lips around the tip of his cock in a rough semblance of a blowjob. Her finger went right back up his ass as he finally came, pressing into his prostate with just enough force to make it seem heavenly. The young hunter might have fallen over if not for the werewolf holding him steady, and not a single drop of semen spilled onto the floor as he shot his load into her mouth. Once Edith swallowed the first few powerful jets, she switched to licking his tip clean, lapping up the warm, sticky substance like it was her favorite treat. Aaron was just about to say something witty when the werewolf suddenly picked him up in a fireman's carry, hoisting the dazed human over her shoulder before jogging off toward the bedroom.

Aaron laughed with cheerful abandon as his lupine lover effortlessly carried him, then let out a spirited grunt as she tossed him onto the mattress. Moments later, Edith pounced on top of him, playfully nipping at his neck before licking him right on the mouth. They playfully tussled for a bit before Aaron managed to flip her over, and after the human pinned her wrists above her head, she let out a grunt of defeat. “You win," her eyes seemed to say, “Now, why don't you dick me nice and hard."

The young hunter chuckled, then leaned down and kissed her right on the muzzle. “Well, I'd love to," he sighed, “But thanks to that excellent handjob, it's gonna be a little while before I can get hard. Got any ideas of what to do in the meantime?"

Edith let out a grunt of affirmation, and once Aaron let her go, she scooted back a bit and spread her legs wide. Her triangular snatch was already slick from arousal, enough for fat droplets of fluid to come oozing out, and Aaron didn't hesitate to take a taste for himself. “Delicious," he purred, right before bringing his mouth down to her supple pussy lips. The werewolf let out a long groan of contentment as he began to work at her nethers, spreading her vulva with one hand, penetrating her with the other, and licking her sensitive clit with his tongue. He could feel her squirming from the pleasure, squeezing his probing fingers tight in her silky snatch. It was evident from her happy panting that he was hitting all the right buttons, and although he could feel his cock stiffening up, Aaron decided to get the beast off first.

About a minute in, Edith shifted position, resting her legs on Aaron's shoulders and crossing her shins behind his back; in response, he changed tactics as well, using his arms to grab her thighs while his tongue dove into her snatch. It wasn't until a few minutes later, however, that he realized the position was less than advantageous, right as Edith tumbled into a powerful orgasm. Her legs closed around her lover's head like a vice, smooshing his face into her pussy as her hips bucked off the bed. Only after Aaron started frantically slapping her thigh did she finally let him go, and the human took the opportunity to get a few big breaths of fresh air. “You're not trying to kill me, are you?" he panted, causing Edith to shake her head in mock guilt.

The werewolf then flipped over, raising her tail as she stuck her rump into the air. At first, Aaron took it as an invitation for some doggy-style rutting, but then Edith reached back and spread her furry cheeks to reveal her little pink sphincter. She then looked back at the young hunter with a pleading expression, licking intently as if to say, “Come on, lick it, it's only fair after what I did to you."

“No, I am not eating your ass!" Aaron snapped, “What is it with you and butt stuff anyway?"

Once it was clear he wasn't budging, Edith let out a pouting grunt, then flipped back over into a sitting position. She looked down at her lover's stiffening erection, and after a moment of thought, she gestured for Aaron to lay down beside her. The human gradually complied, and once he did, Edith hopped over him and off the bed to get at the nightstand beside it; Edith spent almost a half a minute rummaging around in its drawers, giving Aaron plenty of time to wonder just what she was doing. Eventually, the werewolf brought forth a corked bottle of clear-ish grey liquid, and once she had it, she eagerly hopped back on the bed. Edith popped it open and poured a fair amount into her palm, then began rubbing it onto Aaron's stiff member; it felt kind of like grease, but slicker, and he began to wonder if it was some kind of potion to help him last longer. Then, Edith put another dollop on her paw, but this time, she spread her legs and began thoroughly applying it to her puckered tailhole. Once she was done, she re-corked the bottle and set it on the nightstand, then swung one leg over Aaron's chest and sat down on his erect cock.

The young hunter wasn't sure how to feel about screwing a werewolf in the ass, but as her lubed up taint pressed against his tip, he decided it might not be all that bad. It went in slowly, bit by bit, but as it did, it felt quite a bit tighter than her more traditional orifice, with a touch more friction than her slippery snatch. As it 'popped' past the first few folds of her colon, Edith seemed to grimace, but once she had it all the way in, she let out a noise that was half triumphant and half pained. “I'm not too big for you, am I?" Aaron teased, stroking her ample thighs as the werewolf shifted her weight.

Edith chuffed as if to say, “Don't worry," then began slowly sliding up and down his cock; her human lover couldn't help but let out a groan at the tight friction, his fingers grasping her fur with blissful abandon. As she gradually picked up the pace, slapping her furry crotch against him faster and faster, Edith watched Aaron's face go from grinning to enraptured. For him, it felt just as good as regular sex, if not better, and the werewolf was doing all the work. That didn't mean he was just lying there like a dead fish, however: his hips bucked up against her pleasurable thrusts, and his hands gradually wandered from her hips up to her juicy chest. Between her tight bowels wrapped around his member and her furry jugs in his hands, Aaron was having the time of his life, and he made sure to let his partner know.

“Ah, fuck you're tight," he groaned, squeezing her breasts with both hands. He wasn't sure how long he could last, and from the smug grin on Edith's muzzle, he guessed that was just what the werewolf wanted. Still, he tried to keep himself together, forcing himself to think about decrees and tariffs as his toes curled in bliss. He couldn't hold it much longer, her ass was just too damn tight. After only a few minutes of bareback rutting, the pressure in his groin peaked, and he moaned, “I'm cumming!" His hands grabbed her hips and pushed her down onto his cock, pressing her pussy against his pubes and her tail against his balls as he blew his load, spurring hot, sticky semen into her bowels. His balls pumped hard, forcing more and more of the white goo into her ass until finally, his body decided that he'd given her enough. “Ah, gods," he sighed, letting the post-coital calm wash over him as his tense body relaxed. “You're really something, Edith."

The werewolf, meanwhile, seemed a bit concerned with something else. As she lifted off of his dick with a pleasant slurping sound, he felt her insides clenching hard, and as she climbed off the bed, Aaron realized all that cum had to come back out sometime. Edith quickly waddled out of the room, leaving the young hunter alone on the bed, and after a moment, he decided he might want to get cleaned up too. He hopped to the floor and followed her back through the common area and out to an outhouse, where he found Edith sitting in human form on the seat. “I don't suppose you'd be willing to clean up after yourself?" she teased, right before straining to do something Aaron didn't want to think about. Instead, he wandered off and found a nice wad of leaves to wipe his dick on, and once only the residue remained, he headed back into the cabin and started looking for his clothes.

A few minutes later, he was fully dressed, and he came back out into the common area to see Edith still naked. Well, he thought, with no one around to see, she didn't exactly need to wear clothes. “So," he began, “Do you just want me to get out of here, or…"

“Oh, no, you don't have to go," she replied, “I was actually thinking of doing something for you."

“You mean something other than screwing my brains out?" Aaron replied with a grin.

“No, dimwit, I'm gonna get us something to collect the bounty with. There's a bunch of wolves that roam around here, and ever since they got a new leader, they've been marking on my territory." She went into what Aaron assumed was the game-gutting room, came back out with an intimidating bone saw and a burlap sack, then started walking over toward the door. “He's big enough to pass for me, so I'll just go down there, kill 'em, and get his head. Then we can go back into town and split the bounty fifty-fifty."

Aaron initially questioned splitting the bounty, but after a moment, he realized he was lucky to get any of it. He hadn't killed the werewolf, he wasn't gonna help with getting the fake head… he must've given her some great orgasms if she was paying him a hundred gold pieces. “Well, uh… good luck," he meekly offered, and just before the door closed behind her, he saw her begin to transform into her more wolffish self.

In the half-hour or so Edith was gone, her guest managed to find himself a sewing kit containing a small assortment of mismatched buttons. He quickly took off his shirt and began repairing the damage the werewolf had done and had managed to get about half of them fixed before she returned. When a menacing monster with a bloody saw in one hand, a blood-stained burlap sack in the other, and a broken sword in her mouth stepped through the door, he naturally felt a little frightened, but the fright quickly subsided once he recognized her. As she walked across the room, Edith spat out the sword before effortlessly turning back into a human, and after setting the bloody bag on the table, she went back into the bedroom and began looking for some clothes.

“Just in case we get questioned," she called from the other room, “We ought to get our story straight. You came after the werewolf, got taken down, then I distracted it long enough for you to stab it with your broken sword. Then I helped you saw its head off, tended to your wounds, and went with you into town to collect the bounty. Sound fair?"

“Yeah…" Aaron could definitely play the part of the victorious hunter, especially with Edith backing him up. “Are you gonna be my damsel in distress?"

“I was thinking more along the lines of 'coincidental partner.'" Edith stepped out of the bedroom in surprisingly masculine hunting leathers, but the slim fit and low-cut top revealed her feminine frame. “You okay with that?"

The young hunter's mind briefly flashed back to when she'd chased him down, how she'd broken his sword like a toothpick and tackled him to the ground. “Yeah, it's fine," he murmured, picking the wolf head bag up before re-sheathing his sword. “Shall we go?"

“Yup." With that, Aaron and Edith headed out of the cabin, back through the woods, and finally down Bullmar's central avenue. The pair were greeted with cautious curiosity, but once they dropped the severed head on the mayor's doorstep, they received a much warmer welcome, as well as a hefty reward. While Edith went back to her cabin in the woods, Aaron spent the rest of the day carousing and enjoying his half of the gold, spending most of it on fine liquor and games of chance; by the time night fell, he was well known as the man who killed a werewolf, and he'd made quite a few new friends. He even got a barmaid to sleep with him, although the whole time he was plowing her meek body into the ground, he couldn't stop thinking about Edith, both the night she pinned him down and the pleasant morning after. What was it that made her so memorable, he thought… was it her fur? Her muscles? Her feral ferocity? Her super-tight taint? After the barmaid had fallen asleep, Aaron lay awake debating whether or not he should go see her again, and when he finally did succumb to slumber, he dreamed of burying his face in her furry tits once more.