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"Bets are now closed!"

The croupier waved his hand over the table as a small white ball ran along the sides of a roulette wheel, the quiet noise of it rolling along the mahogany wood suffusing the air with anticipation and excitement as the players watched it spin and waited with bated breath. Ian followed the ball's movements closely, transfixed by the marble racing along the track around the spinning center, heart thumping in anticipation as it gradually slowed down, clacking against the wheel's rudders. The air at the table grew tenser as the betters leaned in to watch it stop, the fate of their hard-earned cash on the line, the ball clicking slower and slower against the wheel. The betters murmured under their breath in worry as the wheel finally came to a slow stop, the marble hovering on the edge of one of the fins, the slightest breath of its movement separating rags from riches. Ian held his breath tight, with most of his chips on the line, feeling his heart almost beat out of his chest as the ball finally, excruciatingly slowly, tipped into its slot.

"Red wins!"

"Hah!" Ian exclaimed amid the other groans and cheers of the other betters receiving their results, pumping his arms into the air with excitement as the dealer handed out the chips, pulling his large pile of winnings towards him turning to the pallid man next to him.

"Fuck that was close!"

His friend harumphed, crossing his arms before saying "You're just saying that because you won."

"Oh come on, you know I'm not. Come on, drinks are on me."

"Drinks won't bring back my money."

"Are you saying you don't want one?"

His friend stared at him, sulking.

"No."

"Come on then. To the bar!"

Picking up his pile of chips and stacking them in the briefcase the dealer handed to him, he clicked it shut and headed with his friend to the bar. Threading their way through the underground casino he and his friend slid past the other patrons, Ian kept a tight grip on his chip-filled suitcase. The clinking noise and lights of the slots suffused the air with vibrant excitement, the better's laments and exultations rippling through the casino growing louder as they came closer to the bar. Stars floated beneath the vaulted ceiling of the casino, twinkling between the ornately decorated wooden ribs that lined the golden inlaid display of decadence and extravagance curling around the ceiling in flowers and vines wrapping around denotations of gods, deities, and heroes. Three moons lent their baleful eyes from the highest point of the ceiling to the starlit casino's ambiance, mimicking the sight of the moons that hung above in the night sky. Shimmering lights of magic traced whimsical trails between the stars, the whole ensemble giving the casino its nickname "Heaven's Hell".

Finally crossing the casino's large blackwood floor, polished so smooth the stars reflected down onto it, Ian and Hodge made it to the bar, two concentric marble semicircles wrapping around a large glass floor, chairs and tables placed along its enchanted glass's surface, protecting the drinkers from the fights that were always raging on beneath them, loud cheers able to be heard through the floor as two massive golems dueled just below. With the briefcase of chips safe in tow, he plopped himself down on the stools lining one of the semicircular bars. Swinging the briefcase onto the bar, he clicked it open and took out a couple of chips. He slid them over to the old draconic-eyed bartender in front of them, who was currently engaged in cleaning a glass, and ordered his drinks.

"A silver bullet for me and a bloody mary for my friend here please."

The bartender subtly raising an eyebrow at the silly order, placed down the glass, and said,

"Sure. Be right up."

Ian saw his friend glaring at him irritably, arms still crossed.

"You know I don't like that drink."

"Yeah, but it's funny. And besides, you don't have to drink it, Hodge."

"I'll drink it, but I'm ordering the rest of my drinks. You just pay."

"Alllriight, fine, I guess I'll let you order your own drinks," he teased him, exaggerating his apology

"You know I'm going to get you back for that right?"

"A-haha hahaha... Please don't."

"Too late."

"Fuck."

The bartender sat down the drinks in front of them, saying, "Here you are."

"Thanks"

Picking up their respective drinks they turned around to watch the fight raging below them, the large stone golems slamming their gigantic stone arms into each other, sending stone shrapnel bouncing off the glass floor as a raucous roar of excitement bellowed up from the spectators below. Wincing at the large blow that had been delivered, Ian sipped his drink, turning to Hodge who was making a face after sipping his bloody mary.

"Wanna make a bet on who wins?"

"No."

"Oh, come on, how about just for dinner?"

"...Fine."

"Want first pick?"

"Sure... I'll bet on McMountain."

"Then I'll take Rumbler."

Downing the rest of his drink Ian turned to the bartender again, "Another round please, a shot of whiskey for me and whatever Hodge wants."

"Wine."

"You and your wine man, switch it up every once in a while."

"...White wine then."

Ian turned to see his friend looking at him with a smug grin, still holding his half-finished bloody mary. As he took another sip of it he scrunched up his face again, coughing from the taste.

Letting out a chuckling sigh Ian turned again to the bartender and repeated Hodge's order, "White wine then."

"Done."

Ian slid over another couple of chips to him and turned back towards the fight again, cheering as Rumbler landed a solid blow on McMountain, hearing Hodge let out a groan at the same time. Hearing the bartender sit the drinks behind him, he grabbed his shot and slammed it back, coughing a little as the alcohol burned his throat, and resuming cheering on the golems fighting below.

---

Stumbling out of the casino, holding onto Hodge's shoulder, Ian slurred, "Y'know, I think I'mm feelin' Beiran for dinner."

"It's every time, you win every time." Hodge sighed continuing, "I don't even know why I bet against you anymore, it's just gonna make me lose."

"Hah, llooser..."

"Yeah, yeah, I know."

Picking Ian up onto his back effortlessly, piggyback style, Hodge continued away from the unassuming run-down building the casino was built under, walking down the cobblestone streets, the night lit by only the magic-powered lamps and the heavens, too late at night for most buildings to have lights on. Looking up at the stars and the moons hanging in the sky Hodge commented, "Moons are almost all full."

"Allrready? Damn."

"Yep. Damn indeed."

Walking in silence for a while Hodge looked around at the brick buildings towering into the sky, their pointed peaks reaching for the stars, their brick walls held up by the magic circles scrawled into their walls and the embedded magic stones powering them. He remembered when the city used to be nothing more than a few wooden houses and stores, now it was a thriving destination for people all over the world, as one of the largest cities to ever exist. He smiled at the city, his home.

Stepping off towards the side of the street as a horse-drawn wagon trundled through the streets, carrying various goods and deliveries to the warehouses that ran all day and night.continuing forward through the warm summer night, the air thick with the summer heat and humidity, Ian's warm pressure on his back nostalgic to him, reminding him of when he used to be alive, just a young naive boy whose dream was just like every other boy's, about becoming an adventurer and exploring the world, defeating monsters and saving everyone he came across.

Sighing gently from the memories, he continued towards Ian's favorite restaurant, thankfully relatively close to the casino. After a few more minutes of walking, he came across it, a short building, dwarfed by the brick towers that surrounded it, the small stone building advertising its name with an illuminated sign, casting a colorful glow around it, lighting up the dark night with its name, the Lee Ho Fooks, open all day every day. Taking Ian off his shoulders, he helped him into the building, Ian stumbling in his drunkenness as he held onto Hodge's shoulder as Hodge pushed open the door, both being bathed in warm magic light as soon as the door opened. Stepping into the restaurant, they saw only a couple of other patrons who were eating at this time of night, or even up at this time of night. Helping Ian down in one of the waiting chairs just inside the door, Hodge grabbed one of the menus from the counter so they could order to go, one of the reasons this place was so popular, and one of the reasons Ian enjoyed it so much. Giving him the menu, Ian squinted at it, having difficulty reading it as drunk as he was, tracing a finger over the different items on the menu, squinting up at Hodge as he found his item.

"I'll have a large Beira Beef Chow Mein please, Hodge."

"All right."

Taking the menu back from Ian, he stepped up to the counter, ordering Ian's chow mein and giving his own order of pork fried rice to the Beiran woman behind the counter.

"All right sir, that'll be out in just a moment."

"Thank you."

Sitting down next to Ian as they waited for their meal to come out, the door opened again, a beautiful woman walking through it, large-breasted and fair-skinned, her casual clothes fitting her perfectly, almost too tight looking on her but, in an artful way, one that was most certainly deliberate, her face artfully sculpted, eyes bright blue like sapphires, bewitchingly delicate lips set on her face, just a shade pinker than her skin. Her whole appearance seemed to be formulated to bring out weakness in men, angelic and devilish at the same time. Her white shirt accentuated her already large breasts, making them seem enormous, her adventurers pants clung to her legs tightly, showing off her thick muscular thighs and her firm ass. Hodge could see Ian's eyes lingering on her robust figure longer than he should have, too drunk to stop himself. Elbowing Ian subtly, trying to get him to save face, he got him to stop ogling her, his gaze shifting to Hodge instead.

Whispering to Ian under his breath, too quiet for anyone to hear except for the drunk werewolf, "C'mon, man, stop it."

"Sorry," Ian whispered back.

Pausing for a moment, Ian whispered to Hodge again, "She smells really nice."

Hodge turned to him with a look of mild consternation muttering back, "Still, stop staring."

"Sorry."

Watching her order, her back turned to them, her silky chestnut hair running down her back in waves, he agreed with Ian, feeling like something was strange about her, something he couldn't quite put his finger on, too subtle to identify but enough to notice. The air around her felt magnetic like he couldn't escape her presence, his eyes drifting right back to her even when he tried looking somewhere else. Feeling very unnerved by her, he closed his eyes, trying to find what the cause of the feeling was, perhaps it was smell as Ian had said but he couldn't say that was it, but he couldn't rule everything else out. Training all his senses on identifying what it was, he sensed her sitting across from them, also waiting for her to-go order to be ready. Peeking his eyes open he saw her looking at them, calm and observing, her gaze more trained on Ian than him. Glancing at Ian, he saw that he was staring back at her, his senses too dulled by the alcohol to try to resist the strange magnetism she emitted.

Closing his eyes again he kept his senses locked onto her, trying to identify any changes that may betray her intentions if she had any. His senses kept reading the same from her though, no warnings going off in his head that she meant them harm or anything else towards them, and still making no progress towards identifying her strange charm other than what Ian had said.

"Large Beira beef chow mein and pork fried rice!"

The order jolting him from his concentrated state, he opened his eyes and stood up, walking over to the counter where the employee was holding a paper bag of their food. Still wary of the woman he grabbed his order, giving the employee his magicard for payment where she tapped it on the magic stone embedded in the counter, paying for the meal. Listening for any suspicious moves from the woman he took his card back, slipping the metal back into his coat he walked back to Ian tapping him on his shoulder, breaking the trance-like stare he was in. Helping him up from the chair, he walked him through the door, setting the food down on the ground as he helped Ian back into piggyback position. Picking up the food carefully, trying not to let Ian slip, he continued on their way back home, Ian saying the thing that they were both thinking.

"That was weird."

"Very."

"Have you ever met someone like that before?"

"...No."

"...That's not good."

"No, it is not."

An unsettled silence fell between them as they contemplated their strange encounter. Hodge was extremely unsettled by the encounter as he knew very few creatures that could charm him like that, and all the ones he had heard of that could, he had already met. That woman though... was something different entirely. Something either dangerously new or something too old to remember. But one thing was for sure no matter what it was, old or new, it was powerful. He could feel it deep within him. Whatever she was, she would become a major player in the future, that was certain.

He puzzled over what the woman could be the whole way until they got home, but couldn't come up with an answer, reaching his door he took out his keys from his coat and unlocked it, opening the door into the manor. Stepping inside, the twinkling chandelier hung in the atrium covering them in its warm light and brushing off the dark night they had walked through, his butler appeared at the top of the stairs, quickly descending them and greeting them as he went to remove Ian from his master's shoulders.

"Ah welcome back sir, did you have a successful night out?"

"Ian did, me not so much. We did however meet someone interesting on our way home."

"Ah, and who would that be?"

"That seems to be the problem, I don't know."

"...That is... rather unsettling to hear sir."

"Quite," Hodge continued, his butler taking the passed-out Ian from his shoulders, carrying him like a baby, "But it isn't an issue we can solve right now, and one we will certainly be able to think on better in the morning."

"Perhaps so, sir."

"In any case please take Ian up to his room, I will put away this food for tomorrow."

"Very well sir."

His butler ascended the stairs again, taking Ian to his room while Hodge found his way to the kitchen, the large area empty as all the cooks and servants had gone to their quarters for the night. Stepping onto the marble-floored kitchen he flipped on the lights, the hanging magic lights flaring on, lighting the room up with warm steady light, illuminating the rooms prep tables and cooktops, all top-of-the-line equipment, even the knives hanging on the wall having been enchanted to never dull or break, and all as sharp as you could make them with the combination of their excellent craftsmanship and impeccable enchanting. Opening the large magic-cooled fridge in the back, he placed the Beiran food inside saving it for tomorrow's lunch or breakfast, yawning as he realized just how tired he was from the day's activities.

Exiting the kitchen he turned left, the opposite direction of which he came in walking only a couple of paces before he stopped in front of an intricate iron gate. Pulling the lever next to the door, the gates opened unblocking the small walnut-finished room beyond it, a series of buttons along one wall. Pushing the second one the gates closed once again, and the room quickly began to move, rising up to the floor above. Hodge smiled happily as it began to move up, the elevator he recently had installed always fascinated him, he was always amazed at how far technology had come since he was a boy.

As the elevator slowed to its stop Hodge put his straight face back on, the iron gates sliding open to the second floor, the detailed tilework on the floor sharply clacking with every step he took as he made his way to his room. Passing the detailed artwork lining the walls he had purchased over the long years he had been "alive" he stopped in front of his bedroom door, pushing open the well-oiled wooden double doors easily into his master bedroom. The doors closed smoothly behind him as he stepped onto the plush carpet lining the bedroom floor, unbuttoning his coat he hung it up on the coat hook just inside the door, stripping the rest of his clothes off and placing them into the hamper in the corner of the room he stepped towards his bed, the plush carpet caressing his feet as he made his way to it.

Pushing aside the curtain hanging from the top of the bed he stepped into bed, pulling the soft covers over him, the down mattress soft underneath him, wrapping him in cloud-like fluff. Yawning once again, he quickly fell asleep, too tired to worry about the strange woman he had met.

---

"Ugh," Ian moaned pressing his hand to his head, squinting in the bright afternoon sun, his head throbbing with a killer headache from last night's drinking, "I feel like crap."

Sliding out of bed, he shambled over to the freshly laid-out clothes next to the bed, slowly putting them on as his head pounded like a drum. Slipping his arm through his last shirt sleeve he put his hand back on his head in a vain effort to relieve his headache, walking to the door of his room he pushed it open still squinting from the light streaming through the windows. Stepping out into the hall he made his way to the main stairs, descending them as he made his way to the kitchen to grab the Beiran Hodge got last night. Entering the kitchen he scooted around the cooks and the maids preparing the food for later, making his way to the back and opening up the fridge to look for his chow mein. Spotting it quickly, he took it out and made his way over to the warming box, opening it and placing the food inside. Turning the timing dial on it he waited for his food to heat up, it dinging not soon after. Taking out the food he made his way carefully out of the kitchen careful to stay out of the cook's way.

Making his way to the back of the manor to eat his meal on the porch he opened the glass-paned doors leading outside, spotting Hodge resting in the sun he sat down next to him at a table, grabbing the fork that had been laid out for him and began to eat his noodles, enjoying the warm summer air in silence just as Hodge was.

Enjoying the flavor of one of his favorite foods Ian completely absorbed himself in devouring the noodles, slurping up the stir-fried noodles with a satisfied look on his face, the heavy flavor helping a little bit with his hangover. Scraping the bottom of the container for the final few noodles he finished his meal. Sitting back satisfied, he looked back over at the sleeping Hodge, smiling to himself gently at his resting friend. Taking a page from Hodge's book, Ian leaned back in his chair as well, resting in the warm sun. closing his eyes Ian fell half asleep, just aware of his surroundings as his mind wandered between the world of the waking and sleep. After a few hours of this state of semi awakeness, he heard Hodge shift, getting up from his nap. Blinking his eyes open Ian looked over to his now awake friend.

"Getting up?" Ian asked.

"Mhm," Hodge mumbled, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

Getting up with him, Ian asked, "Anything you doing today?"

"Yep, gonna deliver a letter about that strange person we met yesterday to the Church of Nox, see if they know anything about it."

"You want me to do that for you?"

Hodge looked over at him, contemplating for a moment before saying, "Sure, if you want to."

"I do. Wanna get out of the house for a little bit, it's kind of late in the day and I need to get over this hangover."

"Alright."

Taking out the letter from his breast pocket, Hodge handed it over to him, carefully putting the letter in his pocket as he took it. "See you in a little bit Hodge."

"See you."

Stepping back into the house, he walked to the front doors, pushed them open, and stepped back out into the cobblestone streets of Undon. Setting off toward the church he carefully slipped between the people on the crowded sidewalks, making quick progress down the street toward his destination. After a few minutes of walking, he made it to the front doors of the church, the intricate building squeezed between several other plain buildings, the ornate front doors inlaid with silver and magic symbols sticking out like a sore thumb amongst the other mundane brick fronts.

Walking up the stairs to the doors he pushed them open slowly, swinging them into the dark recesses beyond. Stepping beyond the doors quietly he entered the church, the door silently closing itself behind him, proceeding down the open isle the dim light that illuminated the church's interior waved and flickered, making the shadows seem to squirm and slither on the floor, reaching and grasping all around him. He looked along the walls at the depictions of the battle between Millnea Nox and her children, intricately detailed in silver-lined mosaics as it followed the story, the killing of the human's god that sparked the war, then the battles raging on between the gods, the destruction it brought to the world, and her eventual defeat and imprisonment in the stars, all rendered in meticulous detail. Weaving alongside the story were symbols of magic and creation, representing the things she had brought into existence before she was imprisoned, the thirteen reams and each of her children that ruled over one layering along the mosaic, the gift of raw magic she had breathed into the world curling and weaving between the depictions reminding all those who visited the church that despite the destruction that was wreaked during the war, Millnea had still created their reality and deserved to be honored as so.

Reaching the end of the mosaic, he stopped at the podium at the head of the church, turning he walked around it to its side, shoes clacking on the stone floor quietly, seeming to be almost swallowed by the shadows flickering throughout the church. Knocking on the door to where the priests and priestesses lived, he waited for their answer, taking the letter from his pocket and clasping it between his two hands.

Soon a beautiful dark-skinned priestess opened the door, raven hair flowing down her shoulders over her clothing adorned with all sorts of embroidered gold, marking her as a priestess of high stature.

"Ah, welcome, what do you have need of?"

Ian replying to her question said, "I came to deliver this letter to you."

Handing the letter over to her, she quickly opened it, her dark eyes cursorily scanning its contents before tucking the letter back into the envelope and thanking him for bringing it.

"Thank you very much for this to us, we will make sure to inform you and Mister Hodge about this matter as soon as we can."

"Thank you as well."

Closing the door behind her she quickly disappeared and made her way back into their living quarters, the door locking with an audible click as she hurried off to do whatever needed to be done. Turning around Ian walked back out towards the front doors, job complete. Stepping out into the dimming sunlight, the day having passed by faster than he thought having slept through most of it, he started making his way back home, ready for the dinner that was surely waiting for him.

As Ian began to walk home, he started itching all over, his skin feeling like it was crawling with ants. Scratching his arms furiously he muttered, "Shit."

Quickly ducking into a deserted alleyway he took his shirt off, turning down a corner so he was out of view from the road scratching his whole body ruthlessly as the itching grew in strength. unbuckling his pants he dropped them to his knees, shaking them off hurriedly his underwear immediately following them, leaving his dick flopping in the open air. The itching beginning to grow painful he pressed his hands against the wall in front of him, straining as thick black fur began to sprout from everywhere on his body, his joints began cracking and snapping as they rearranged themselves to fit his werewolf form. His muscles rippling underneath his fur as they doubled and tripled in size, bones creaking and straining as they lengthened, his hands growing tough pads and claws at his fingertips as the transformation continued.

His face began to feel like it was burning, stretching his jaws out into a dog's muzzle, teeth rearranging themselves and sharpening into fangs, a sharp crack resounding through the deserted alleyway as his knees bowed backward suddenly, the transformation almost complete. His muscles grew more corded and taught as he reached the final leg of his transformation feet scrunching into paws, sharp claws extending from his toenails, the transformation finally finished.

Breathing heavily in relief as the transformation finished, he could feel the familiar wild energy coursing through him as his inhibitions released, wild animal instincts cornering his brain, freeing him to roam the city and find some prey hungry as he was. Taking his hands off the wall cracks running through the brick where they had been from the strain of the change, he stepped back looking up at the top of the building, and jumped onto the wall, all four limbs clutching on and digging his claws into the brick. Jumping across the alleyway onto the other building he climbed his way to the top, repeating the process until he reached the roof.

Nails clattering on top of the stone roof, he stood up, sniffing the air in search of a target, his already heightened sense of smell tens of times more sensitive in this form. Catching wind of a strange scent he turned in its direction closing his eyes and sniffing more intently toward it, the scent matching the one of the woman in the Beiran restaurant the night before, sweet and intoxicating, beckoning him to her. Knowing he shouldn't but his animal senses unable to resist the allure of her scent he felt himself grin predatorily involuntarily as he jumped from rooftop to rooftop in pursuit of the female.

As he got closer the scent only became stronger and stronger exciting him in more than one way, his dick started to swell and throb poking its fleshy head from its sheath, leaking dribbles of his excitement from its tip into his fur, the animalistic side of him fogging his brain with thoughts of lust and pleasure, his breathing growing ragged and lustful as the scent clouded his brain and his body hungered for her. Clattering to a stop on the rooftop as he reached the source of the scent he peered down over the edge of the building, spotting her walking alone, oblivious to his presence.

The predatory grin returned to his mouth and before he could stop himself he leapt down the building, slamming into the ground arms dangling with his body bowed as he paused menacingly for a moment, caught up in the instincts her scent brought out in him, she turned surprised and made eye contact with his just before he leapt forward and tackled her into the awaiting alleyway behind her.

Bowling her over, her scent irresistible with her so close he tore at her clothes, ripping her shirt apart and freeing her massive chest, her tits bouncing from the sudden release, the sight of her beautiful breasts tearing away the last of his reservations Ian had, releasing himself to the desperate lust her scent had arose in him. Burying his muzzle between her boobs, her soft flesh caressing his face he took a deep breath of her sweet scent, its almost aphrodisiac effect making his cock twitch and throb painfully, the massive organ at full mast, ready and desperate to pump his cum in her. Finishing his breath, he dragged his tongue along her skin tasting the sweet sweat that beaded her skin, his saliva leaving a wet trail between her breast as he raised his head from her, tongue still lolling from his mouth, a strand of saliva banding the gap between her and him.

Eager to fill her with his seed he took her pants in his claws, making sure not to scratch her, and ripped them off her, too large and horny to be gentle about it. His bare cock throbbing in the night air, he weaseled it between her legs, rubbing it along her thighs, its head kissing her entrance with every motion. Having never had sex before in werewolf form, he was kind of unsure what to do with his massive tool, his red veiny dog cock slathering precum all over her thighs in excitement. His animal instincts screaming at him to just bury it inside her and pump away, his inexperience in this form conflicting with his instincts and his hesitation making him frustrated. His instincts finally becoming too strong to stop, he grabbed her arms, flipping her around on the ground, her bare ass in the air. Sliding his cock between her asscheeks, he slathered her butt with his leaking fluid, the slick sticky sheen flowing down her round ass in rivulets, pooling on the ground in lustful puddles.

Feeling his dick catch onto her asshole, he thrust into her as hard as he could, his cock electric as her tight hot ass wrapped around him, muscles contracting around him from the sudden intrusion. She yelped underneath him as he buried his cock into her so suddenly, her voice betraying the pain his massive cock caused her as it punched into her, her body clenching around him even tighter as she tensed, her soft insides squeezing around his sensitive cock like a velvet blanket, caressing him and wrapping tight around his contours, her body obeying the cock inside it. Her walls pulled on his cock, trying to suck him back into her as he pulled back for his second thrust, desperate for the pleasure she provided.

Thrusting back into her, his cock spearing into her insides, the tight muscles clenching down onto his thick, throbbing wolf cock as he spread his precum deep inside her, his fucktoy letting out another pained yelp as his cock rammed into her convulsing asshole. He growled ecstatically, reveling in the pleasure that was shaking through his body, his virgin dog cock electric as it ravaged her body. He fucked her ruthlessly, his unhinged instincts forcing more and more of his cock into her with every thrust, the massive appendage barely halfway into her so long and girthy it was.

Grunting happily as more and more of his cock shoved its way inside her, he could feel her abdomen stretching around his massive member, bulging with his manhoods imprint, her walls squeezing tighter around his bare cockmeat as more and more of his thick length made its way inside her. He could feel his precum slicking her insides, coating her stretchy walls with his natural lubrication, the feeling of his dick ravaging her insides only becoming more and more electric as he slammed his sinful cock deep into her abdomen, her hot slippery walls crooning over his dick, squeezing and flexing their muscles in waves, teasing more precum from him to coat their soft walls. Pounding his desperate need into her ass over and over again, Ian felt her body start to get used to his massive member, her pained yelps slowly quieting and being replaced with reluctant groans of pleasure, her ass squeezing down on him as it welcomed its repeated intruder with open arms, independent of its masters wishes, convulsing tightly over him in just the right way to seem that it didn't want him to leave, squeezing harder and tighter each time he yanked his cock to its tip from her ass, trying desperately to suck him back into her steamy hole.

He could feel each thrust he filled her with push along the ground, his powerful fat cock pressing her down along it, her whole body lifting when he withdrew from her, her ass gripping so tight onto him and slapping down again when he pushed back into her, explosions of pleasure firing along his body with each thrust, fire racing through his veins with the base instinct to breed fanning the lustful flames that scorched under his skin.

With each thrust pushing deeper than the last he could feel his bulbous knot finally kiss against her asshole, pressing its sensitive swell between her precum-slathered asscheeks, strands of sex juice stretching along his cock as he pulled back, pressing his whole cock into her yet again, his knot too thick to fit into her yet, his instincts telling him he hasn't played with her enough yet to stick his throbbing knot into her yet, though he could feel himself growing closer.

His erection felt almost painful it was so hard inside her, throbbing and twitching against her soft insides, her tight muscles squeezing over his cock like a vice as he pushed against them, shooting inexorable pleasure through him with each thrust, like lightning running through his cock, striking his brain in ways he never thought possible, each thrust against her tight insides making him moan with pleasure, not caring about the morality of using this woman as his fucktoy and breeding bitch, just desperate to get off inside her and pump her full of his seed until he was content, filling her to the brim with his hot white cum, knowing he'd never be caught no matter how much semen he spilled, he was a monster at the moment, fully and truly, doing whatever he wanted and consequences be damned.

Bending low over her, he wrapped his arms around her midsection, hugging her tight to his body, pressing his muzzle deep into her hair, breathing in her arousing scent, his cock twitching and throbbing painfully inside her from excitement in response, desperately wanting to release its seed into her intestines. Holding her tight to his body, he could feel his cock bulging against his arms, pressing up her chest, his knot pushing against her asshole as his shaft ballooned her abdomen. Humping her ass with all his might, pulling her body into his cock, he rutted her hard with his throbbing dick, feeling like he could explode inside her at any moment, her ass clapping against his groin, the staccato sound echoing through the night air as it mixed with their groans and grunts of pleasure.

He pressed his head against the ground hard as he felt himself approach his climax, his teeth gritted in concentration as he concentrated on burying his dick as deep inside her as possible, blinding lights flashed behind his eyes from the pleasure of his dick being swallowed by her flexing anal muscles, squeezing and contracting up and down his length as he pumped into her again and again, her slick insides clenching hard over his cock as he pushed into her one last time as hard as he could, straining as he forced his knot into her, her ass spreading wide as his knot slipped into her, grunting with the effort he heard her let out a long involuntary moan of pleasure, the ecstasy of his massive knot filling her ass too strong to stop.

Finally forcing it into her ass he felt his massive knot bulge into her abdomen, her muscles pulling him in tightly, squeezing down on him forcefully as he let go of his orgasm, his semen flooding out into her ass, his whole body clenching as he filled her body with his cum, one rope of hot semen at a time. Pleasure burst through his brain like a dam broken, flooding his body with shocks of electricity, stunning him in their intensity. His whole body shook with every load of semen he pumped into her, shuddering from the pleasure of filling her with his seed, his instincts crying out in victory as he crammed more of his cum into her. He could hear each shot of cum he pumped into her, his massive member pulsing inside her with every white rope he came in her.

Cold lightning washed over his body as he continued to unload inside her, his cum starting to distend her belly from the sheer amount of it, feeling the heat of his seed through her skin. His breathing ragged with pleasure as he felt her insides continue to convulse over his cock, milking him for more of his hot seed, his body all too eager to comply. He could feel his balls clenching and unclenching with every load he filled her with, making her body his to use, his to fuck and fill with cum, his to knot and impregnate.

He continued to spray load after load into her, filling her with so much of his cum that she felt a couple of months pregnant to him, his cum sloshing around in her taut belly. His orgasm finally ending he pulled his knot out of her ass, her walls trying in vain to suck him back into her body. Finally withdrawing his knot from her butt, his dick came free easily, sliding out of her gaping asshole, his cum dribbling out of her.

Breathing heavily still from the sex, he buried his head into her hair again, breathing in her intoxicating scent, not even close to being finished with her. Feeling something wet spread across his arms he smelled her scent growing stronger, mixed with something alluring to his animal senses. Turning her over he saw her eyes had changed color, becoming a pale grey and staring deep into him, an almost indifferent look upon her face, like she wasn't really there, he stared at her eyes, hypnotized by the shifting grey irises, a strange feeling of obedience to her taking hold of him, feeling like she could tell him to do anything at that moment and he'd do it without hesitation.

Then just as quickly as the feeling came over him, it dissipated, her strong scent sweeping away the feeling, replacing it with another form of her control over him, his cock twitching with lust and desire, tearing his eyes away from hers to look at the damp spots on his fur, he saw her massive tits dribbling milk onto him, beads of the rich fluid dripping down her breasts, making them wet and shiny with her nectar, the heady scent enticing him to drink from her tits. Lowering his head to her chest, he dragged his tongue over her sweet skin once again, lapping up the creamy fluid that covered her breasts, its taste mellow and sweet, saliva dripping from his tongue to her chest, the strand breaking as he pulled his head away, his cock throbbing and twitching with eager anticipation of the main course.

Lining his cock up between her legs, he could feel his tip teasing her warm entrance, slick with her involuntary arousal and the cum still clinging to his dick. The taste of her milk in his mouth and the scent of it in the air completely washed away the hesitation he felt when he looked into her eyes, leaving behind only lust and the desire to breed her, to cum into her pussy and use her as his fucktoy. Slamming his dick forward he shoved his massive cock deep into her cunt, his first thrust pressing against her cervix immediately, the woman beneath him letting out a large moan as his cock invaded her, pressing against the entrance to her womb.

Ian could feel his cock bulging inside her as he laid on top of her like earlier, wrapping her in a headlock so he could pull himself as deep into her as he wanted, humping her recklessly and sliding his shaft along her twitching velvet walls, cock tip smashing against her cervix with every thrust, sending shocks of electricity coursing through his nerves as he mashed his sensitive crown against her womb. He could feel his cock throbbing pressing against her tight, moist walls, his cum slicked cock mixing his seed with her arousal, his thrusts growing faster and smoother as he leaked more of his lubrication inside her, her walls squeezing over his cock tightly, ecstasy flooding his brain as the feel of her pussy gripping tight over his dog cock milked him of his leaking precum.

Pulling her down farther onto his cock, he felt her cervix press against his tip, halting his progress for a moment before he felt his cock breach into her womb, his tip rubbing against her uterus walls, their soft touch pressing gently on top of his sensitive head, lightning crackling down his spine as her womb caressed him. Pressing his cock into her farther, immediately addicted to the sensation he pulled her down until his knot was kissing the entrance to her pussy, letting out a low moan of satisfaction at the feeling of being buried so deep inside such a beautiful woman. Pulling out almost all of the way, he thrust back inside her wet pussy, rutting her for all he and she were worth, panting with excitement and pleasure as he had his way with her.

Explosive waves of pleasure rolled over him with every thrust he pounded inside her, pumping deep into her womb and leaking his pre-cum all inside her, he felt wonderful, invincible, powerful, letting his wolf instincts take over, giving in to his destructive desires as he raped the strange woman beneath him. He could feel her pussy convulsing over him as he ravaged her insides with his massive cock, asking for him to seed it with his hot cum. He heard her let out a long moan of pleasure as he made her cum, unable to resist the feel of the animalistic fucking he was boring deep into her with his thick cock, his fat dick pushing up to her navel, bulging her skin with its size as he rammed it deep into her womb again and again.

Overcome with desire he buried his head into her chest, covering his fur with the milk that was steadily leaking even more as he continued to fuck her, lapping up the creamy fluid, his cock throbbing harder inside her with lust, he could feel the blood pounding in his dick, every sensation, every ridge and bump he ran his cock along inside her clearer that the tone of a crystal bell, pure and sharp, his nerves alight with sensation and pleasure as he continued to indulge himself in his lust. Gripping her even tighter in his arms he started fucking her ruthlessly, putting all of his might into each thrust, growling possessively over her body as he made her holes continually more and more his, his dick leaking ever-increasing amounts of precum into her, marking her as his fucktoy. He could feel his balls slapping against her ass with every thrust, getting covered with her arousal that was coating her legs.

He breathed in her alluring scent like a man dying, desperately trying to fill his lungs with as much of her scent as possible, needing her body. He could feel his knot pressing against her pussy with every thrust, begging to be shoved inside of her, to swell inside her pussy and lock in all of his hot cum that he pumped into her, making sure he knocked her up even as he continued to pump more of his seed into her, swelling her womb until she looked already pregnant with his cum. His whole body screamed at him to breed her, to pour his semen directly into her womb, to punch his cock beyond her cervix and seed her belly with his thick sticky dog cum.

He slammed his dick into her wet pussy again and again and again, an unquenchable fire of lust burning through his veins as he pumped his cock deep within her, her pussy squeezing over him in waves, tight then relaxing then tight again trying its best to make him cum hard inside her, but he wasn't finished yet with her. Stopping his thrusts for a moment he gathered his legs underneath him, standing up straight keeping her speared on his throbbing cock, buried deep into her womb, the shape of his cock bulging against her skin. Gathering up her legs he pressed them over her head, pushing her against the wall, his shaft twitching inside her with the promise of the ruthless fucking he was about to pound into her pussy. Pressing his head into her milk-covered tits again he began to bone her viciously, his hips pounding into hers furiously as he rammed his dick into her tight cunt, her pussy squeezing over him even tighter in the new position.

Ecstasy coursed through his body as he vigorously rutted her like an animal, thrusting into her with fast and powerful strokes, pumping into her wildly, each thrust designed to create him the most pleasure he could. Desire burned through his body, sweeping all rational thought from his soul, purely focused on breeding this woman and filling her womb with his cum. Keeping up his vicious pace he could feel his orgasm approaching, his balls churning with sperm as he readied himself to empty his load into her cunt. Growling excitedly and possessively he sped up his thrusts as fast as he could, erratically thrusting into her as pleasure mounted in his brain, so intense it interfered with his movement.

With one last thrust, he pushed hard into her, trying to force his massive knot into her tight pussy, pressing into her powerfully he finally squeezed his knot into her, as soon as it punched into her, he craned his head back and let out a howl of victory, screaming into the night sky with his whole being, declaring his triumph to the whole universe. He could feel his knot swelling even larger inside her as it grew to its full size, her abdomen bulging and round with its size, his dick pressed all the way to her navel as he finally unloaded inside her, pleasure blanking his mind, blinding flashes of light bursting behind his eyes from the euphoria as his cum pumped directly into her womb, spurting audibly into her, each load he shoved into her gulping loudly.

He could feel his cum pumping out of his cock each time his balls clenched tightly, unloading a massive shot of sperm deep into her womb. As he came inside her he heard her, scream with pleasure as well, her tits spraying milk all over him as he creampied her, her milky scent making his cock throb lustfully inside her again. He could feel her womb ballooning with his cum, her stomach expanding and pressing against his milk-soaked chest, his hot cum flooding her uterus, seeding her with his pups. He kept thrusting into her as he came, desperate to milk every last ounce of pleasure he could from her body. He felt her go limp in his arms as she passed out from pleasure, the feeling of his cum pumping into her womb apparently too much for her.

He let his tongue loll out of his mouth with pleasure, staring up into the night sky at nothing, enjoying the feel of her hot body pressing into his as he humped her absentmindedly, cum still gushing into her, the hot while fluid sloshing around inside her over his dick with every movement. He started to lose track of time as he continued to impregnate her, his orgasm continuing to rage on for several minutes before finally tapering off, his knot slowly subsiding in size. Stepping away from the wall, he laid on top of her again, resting for a moment and just enjoying the feel of his dick inside her, continuing to slowly hump her as he allowed himself to drain the rest of his cum into her. After resting on top of her for a few minutes he tugged his knot out of her, his dick slowly shrinking back into its sheath. He stared at her knocked-out form, her belly swollen to look even more pregnant than before, still leaking creamy milk from her tits. Turning away from her, his lust finally satisfied he jumped up to the top of the buildings surrounding him and started heading back to collect his clothes on his way home.

As he ran along the rooftops, the three full moons hanging in the sky at his back he muttered to himself, "I should have sex as a werewolf more often."

Finally making it back to Hodge's house he slipped in through the window to his room, stepped into the shower, and washed his fur off of his cum and her milk, the hot water rejuvenating his energy. Steeping out of the shower he toweled himself off, grabbing the pair of clothes that fit his werewolf form he slipped them on, opened his door, and headed down to the parlor where he spotted Hodge sitting in a plush chair, sipping on some wine and holding a letter.

"What's that letter about?"

Turning around Hodge said, "Welcome back, you eat yet?"

"No, not yet."

Ringing a bell, he called for a meal to be brought out. Placing the bell back down, he said, "The letter's from the Church of Nox about that woman we saw yesterday, they think she's something old indeed."

Freezing in place, he kept his tone even, he said, "Really? What do they think she is?"

"They think she's a Nephilim."

"A what?"

"They're made when an angel has a kid with a mortal, from what I told them though, they think she must be new, and one hasn't been seen since long before even I was born, they are very rare and very powerful."

"Oh."

"They don't seem to have a defined set of powers, but they normally have super strength, regeneration, semi-immortality, mind-control, and suggestion in addition to their own unique powers."

"Ah. Erm, why do they think she was new?"

"Her eyes were blue. When they start to come into their powers, they turn grey."

"Ah, shit."

"What?"

"I might have just fucked her."

"What."

"Erm, we'll I'm transformed at the moment you know, so my senses are kind of heightened, and it's harder to control myself."

"So you fucked her."

"Err, I ended up smelling her on the wind and her scent was too strong for me to resist. So I kind of... erm... raped her."

"... I am going to fucking kill you."

"Sorry."

Pressing his fingers against his forehead, Hodge sighed, "What color were her eyes when you fucked her."

"Grey."

"..."

"Sorry."

"I don't even know what to do. You just raped one of the most powerful creatures to exist outside of the gods, and sometimes. Sometimes, they're even more powerful than gods. You better hope to hell and back that she wasn't one of the more powerful ones."

"Sorry."

"You better be."